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Melarvious shall be here soon. I shall have taken the potion and be able to touch her. And I shall read his letter afterward. I did not want anything to ruin tonight. I look down at the bottle in my hand and smile. “Thank you kindly my companion. I shall worry about your well being but as of right now, I have company that needs my complete and undivided attention.” I step into my loft minutes before Melarvious’s arrival and prepare for her arrival. “Now what was that spell that I had learned from that witch and Transylvania?” I ponder for a slight moment before I laugh, “How can I forget that I do not need a spell?” I continue to chuckle, as I wave my wrist as my plain ordinary loft transforms. The futon in the living room becomes a plush black velvet couch with red pillows; two love seats appear on either side of it and waist high candelabras, as well. Black and silver marble appear in the kitchen and bathrooms for the floors and counters both. My library stays the same, but my room transforms. My ordinary queen sized bed becomes a luxurious king sized bed, with a feather mattress and black silk and satin sheets, down pillows, and sweet cashmere pillow cases. “Is there anything missing?” I clap my hands and a coffin shaped coffee table appears in front my new velvet couch, and a wide screen, flat screen, television set complete with entertainment system appears at the far wall in front of the couch and love seats. With another flick of my wrist the walls and the ceiling in every room become a gorgeous night black. “Perfect.” I hold up the bottle to eye level, “Now how do I take you?” I notice a little tag dangling from the neck of the bottle. I open it to find, in Sir Gargilre’s hand writing, instructions.

        Swallow all. Will last until sunrise.

                 (USE WISELY!!!)

  I smile, as I remove to cork from the neck of the bottle. “Bottoms up.” I drink down all of the precautiosly sparking liquid. It tasted like… my homeland, cinders, burning wood. It tasted of Greek foods from ancient times. It tasted of honey and of thick, heavy accents. They were all fine on there own as either smells or taste, but all combined it was a very odd, very peculiar taste. Sir Gargilre truly was a creature all on his own. Once I swallowed all of the precautious liquid, I stood for a moment waiting to see if anything happened, to see if a reaction would be caused within my body.

  Nothing.

  “Hm, alright then, I believe I still have enough time to freshen up and change.”

  I step into my room and take a nice quick shower and change into something that is completely out of my element. Instead of putting on a suit, I put on a pair of black Tripps with silver buckles and chains, a KIZZ t-shirt that has been hiding to my dresser for ages (a gift from Melarvious), a pair of black and sliver checker converses Melarvious had talked into buying, and accessories which consist of a sliver chained dog choker, a black and silver studded Skull and cross bone belt, spiked bracelets on each wrist, pierced ears, a nose, ring, a tongue ring, and snake bites. (All things Melarvious convinced me to buy). I step into the bathroom, a pair on scissors in hand. I sigh. “She has begged me for centuries to cut my hair. Tonight, she shall have her wish.” My hair had grown to be down to my knees and as thick and as full as ever. I pull it out of its tight ponytail and glance at the dark luscious locks that waterfall over the features of my face making the black eyeliner I had on pop even more, before I began snipping away. I cut it short enough to where I could spike it and kept a good length of hair to let flop over my eye. I believe you mortals call it the emo look. By the time I swept up the glorious locks on the floor, threw them away, and spiked up what was left on my head, I heard a knock at the door. I walk towards the door giving myself and the loft another once over on the way. “Seems fine.” I let out a deep calming breathe before opening the door and welcoming in my overvescent friend.

  “Hey Du-” Her eyes went wide once she finally noticed what I was wearing, and what had happened to my once dull loft.

  “Welcome Melvie! I hope everything is to your liking!” There was music---one of Melarvious’s favorite bands---blaring in the behind me, so I had to speak over it. “Won’t you come in?”

  I step aside and let my friend enter before closing the door and walking over to the stereo to turn the screamo band down so that she and I would not have to fight to be heard over them. I turn to my still stunned friend and say, “So? What do you think?”

  She finally looks at me, her eyes still wide, as she says, “I…LOVE IT! Oh my goodness, Ducky, it must have been so hard for you to do all this.” She gasps. “And your hair! You cut it a-a-a-and you’re wearing all the things I talked you into buying. EVEN THE EYELINER!”

  I chuckle. “Yes, yes, Melvie, I know. I have changed quite a bit just for this one encounter.”

  “You sure-” She tilts her head and looks at me, curiosity enveloping her eyes. “Did you just call me Melvie?”

  I smile. “I believe I just did, Melvie.”

  She squeals and runs to hug me.

  I, just to tease her, step off to the side and say with both a serious and stern voice and face, “Now, Miss Melarvious Myth, you know that I am not able to tough you without hurting you.”

  “But Ducky-”

  I hold up my hand, cutting off what soon to be her whining five-year-old temper tantrum. “You did not let me finish, Miss Myth. I am not able to touch you without hurting you,” I pause for dramatic effect and smile, “until tonight.” I am in front of her, within two easy strides, hugging her. I hugged her tightly, letting each breathe I take be long and deep. I close my eyes both taking in her nearness and her scent. The sweet fragrance she has worn for a little over a millennium now. Lavender, rose, and honey. Three scents that are beautiful on their own but simply magnificent when all three are put together in perfect harmony. It was simply… Melarvious. “Oh how I have missed your feel and your scent Melarvious. It is wonderful to be back in both of there presences and yours,” I say pulling her closer and burying my face into the deep emerald waterfalls that is her hair. “I cannot tell you how much I have missed this Melarvious. I cannot tell you how many times I have dreamt of being able to hold you in my arms again, or how many countless days I have stayed awake wanting this to go back to the way they once were. This is like a dream come true for me. I finally get to hug you, to touch you, and not cause you pain or worry about killing you. This is so…”

  “Melarvious?” She helps.

  I laugh. “How long have you known about my phrase for all things marvelous around Melarvious?”

  “Since that time I overheard you and Gurgler talking.”

  I chuckle. “His name is Sir Gargilre Ectmech, and he is the one that supplied me with the potion that is enabling me to hold you at this very moment.”

  She buries herself further into my body. “You better write him a very big thank you letter.”

  “I had planned on it Melvie.” The smile vanishes from my face, as I say, “Though I should tell you now, the potion shall wear off come sunrise.”

  She only buries further into me and holds me tighter. “Then we should make use of time, while we have it.”

  I smile in utter contentment. “Wise words from such an overvescent, childlike friend.”

  I feel her smile against the place linking my chest and my abdomen together. “I have known you for a little over a millennium. Do you not think that some of your personality and wisdom would have rubbed off on me by now?”

  “As our companion Sir Gargilre would say, Droo, cho dery, dery droo.”

  She giggles. “Is his accent that bad now?”

  “Very.” I hold her out at arms length and look into her eyes. “So, my old friend, what is your pleasure for tonight? What shall we do?”

  She looks down and away from me; as if unsure she should tell me.

  “Come, Melvie. What is it that you wish to do? I have every game system known to man and every game out there for them. I have every last one of your most favorite movies of all time. I have every last one of your favorite foods in the kitchen. Melvie,” I grab her chin and turn head so she is looking at me. “Look at me. Melvie tonight is all about you. Whatever you want to eat. Whatever you want to drink. Whatever you want to watch. Whatever you want to do. We will do it Melvie. We shall do anything your sweet heart desires tonight.” I kiss her forehead and pull her towards me.

  “Anything?”

  “Yes, anything Melvie. You name it, we shall do it. Tonight, it is all about you and what you wish to do. I am at your command, Melvie. I have spent so much time avoiding you and not doing what you have always wished, so tonight I wish to make that up to you. Anything you wish to do Melvie, we shall do it.” I hold her closer to me hoping she picks something to do. I know that it only took twenty minutes for me to get both myself and the loft prepared for her arrival, but I have dreamt of a day like this one for so very long. I know all of Melvie’s favorites. I know all she wants. Or should I say, I normally do. She is hard to decipher tonight. I can sense tension within her. I can feel she wants something. I just do not know what. “Melvie, please tell me. I cannot tell what you want tonight. It is usually easy for me to be able to tell, whether you want a hug, a peck on the cheek, to be tickled, to be held, to be comforted. I can always tell, always; except for tonight, I can not. Melvie, please tell me.”

  “I thought you hated reiterating yourself to people.” I could hear the smile in her voice.

  “Melvie, you are every exception to every rule, annoyances, and pet peeves that I may have.” I kiss the top of her head. “So what shall it be?”

  She hesitates for what seems its’ own eternity before she finally says, “When you feed I mean not feed on me but the thing you usually do when you fully feed the thing that seems natural to you the thing that I’ve never done for my thousand and six years of living the thing you did with well just that thing when you feed and not feed on me just the thing you do.”

  It took me a moment to decipher all that she said, since it all rushed out of her mouth in one long never ending breathe, with no periods, commas, semicolons, colons, or any punctuation what so ever within her speech. At least not to what I heard. Once the entirety of what she said finally sinks and is understandable, my eyes go wide and I pull her arms length once again. “Melarvious,” I swallow hard. “You do not mean…” I leave the end of the question lingering in the air between us.

  She says nothing, but the look on her face seems to tell everything.

  I swallow hard and smile towards her, acting as if I am fixing the collar on my KIZZ t-shirt. “Are you sure that you do not mean that you want a…” I point down to my t-shirt.

  She giggles behind her smile, but only for a moment before she turns serious one more and shakes her head.

    I sigh. “That is what I was afraid of. Melvie are you sure you do not want to-”

  “No, I don’t want to wait anymore Sucky. I have been waiting ever since we were at the age of actual young adults. I have been waiting a little less than a millennium, and I am tired of waiting. I hated it when you shared it with-”

  “Please! Do not say her name!” I let go of Melarvious and step away from her.

  “I’m sorry Ducky, but it’s true. I’ve always wanted to share it with you. Why do you think I’ve never really had a boyfriend?”

  I stop mid-step. “I just believed you were waiting for one of your own kind to-”

  “No, Sucky-Ducky, I have been waiting for you. You and only you!” I could see the pain. I could see the longing. I could see the tears forming in her eyes. Does she even realize what she is willing to give me? Does she realize how precious it is? How she will never get another chance to give it away? How she may never get it back?

  “Melarvious, I am sorry, but I cannot-”

  “Did you not say that we shall do anything that I so wished?” I flinched at the newfound courage and authority in her voice. I have never heard her sound like this.

  I sigh. “Yes, I did say that we would do anything you so wished.”

  “Then Ducky,” Her voice sounding as sweet and overvescent as it usually does. “I wish to do this. Will you do this Ducky? For me?”

  I close my eyes, thinking back to when we looked as if we were both in our twenties and were. The way she used to look at me. The way she would suddenly freeze up, whenever I wrapped her I my arms. The way her breathing seemed to become more frigid and shallow, when she stumbled into my arms and our faces only breathes apart. Once we had hit our late forties, early fifties, those signs diminished a bit, but were always there. They have always been there. I chose to ignore them. I chose to disregard them as Melarvious acting a tad odder than usual. But why? Why, when I had felt those same temptations? I had always thought of her as a friend and wanted nothing to get in between that that is why. All these centuries, she has been my friend. The only one I have been able to confide fully in and trust. I did not- I do not want to loose her as that. I want her to always be there for me. And what if something goes wrong? What if, after this, I say nothing to her for month or so, and she takes it the wrong way? I have never done this and a woman survives. It will be a new experience to me. What do most you mortals do?  Never mind, I already know the answer to that.

  I open my eyes and smile, shoulders slouched slightly. “Yes, Melvie. Yes, I shall do this for you.”

  She leaps into my arms. “Oh, thank you, Ducky, thank you!”

  “You are welcome, Melvie.” I hold her close to me, as I feel her body tense and leans back to look at me. The look in her eyes, just like from all those centuries ago. “So shall we make towards the bedroom?”

  She shakes her head and points to the side of us.

  I look at her in disbelief. “The couch? You want it o be-”

  She presses her right index against my lips. “I wish for it to be a place where both you and your feeds have not shared.” She slides her finger my lips and replaces it with her own.

  I smile once she pulls away and say, “As you wish, Melvie.” I lead her over to the couch and place the crimson blanket, folded off to one end of the couch, over top of us. “Melvie, are you sure you want to-” I am once again interrupted by her lips. I press my lips firmly against hers

And slowly begin. And for the first time since I could remember, it was not to feed.