At first glance it was very unassuming. Like all guest rooms in Bill’s mansion it was lavish and comfortable. However to her it was special. As she touched the bedpost nearest to her she recalled why. This had been the room where she and Bill had first slept together.
Back then she’d just assumed it was a good one night stand. Two people caught up in the moment. Little did she know how that one night would be the one that decided the path of her heart. She chuckled, remembering the shock and mild embarrassment. She thought everyone knew she’d slept with her Boss but no one suspected anything. However ever since that night she and Bill had snuck moments together; little by little she fell for him.
She moved to sit on the bed and fell back. The scents of them had long since left the room but the same emotions seemed to linger in the very furniture. This had been her room for a few weeks before Bill had made another guest room her permanent residence.
“Would you have done different…?” she asked her past self.
“Had you known the road ahead… would you have said no that night?”
She asked herself that as she closed her eyes. Had she known all the twists and turns, the ups and downs… all the tears, the happy times, the dangerous times… all the pain she would cause him, the pain he would cause her… would she have done any different?
Did she after all this time…regret the one choice from that night?
She turned over on her side. She wondered if Bill held this room in the same regard she did.
Would he covet the spaces she’d inhabited? Or purge them from his mind and home as soon as she was gone?
He’d once mentioned that time was of no consequence to a vampire. Then would their time together vanish from his mind?
She shook her head. She didn’t want to think of those things. She just wanted to make as many memories right now as she could. She rolled around the bed, messing up the sheets in the process.
As she rolled around she paused. She’d once recalled that a vampire guest who had come to the mansion had mentioned Bill played the piano, and sang…
She giggled. Maybe she could get him to sing for her once; that would make such a precious memory.