Chapter 25: The end

 Vampires celebrate Christmas. I know because apparently, the decoration was down in the dungeons the entire time. Can you believe that? I was stuck in a dungeon, and the decoration was in a dark corner. That includes a monkey with a drum. A human sized one. That creeps me out, but I can't protest. After all, Ferenc likes it. 

Anyway, the hut is decked from top to bottom. Ferenc decorated the tree outside the hut, seeing as he doesn't want to cut one. He is very nature-friendly, that man of mine. Reddy is well, and eats mincemeat. I am yet to ask Ferenc where it came from. We have never bought mincemeat before. 

 Ferenc is feeding the fox human meat? You will have ghosts in that hut of yours. - killyourself89. 

I chuckle at that. Imagining hunter ghosts, I delete my account in the blog. There is a good reason for that. The hunters must have known that the two of us, Ferenc and I, are in here.

From where else, but the blog? I had some fun times with it, but it is all over. Instead, I will begin to write fan fiction about vampires, and post them at Archive of our Own. 

There are so many of them there, that no hunter will bother looking there for my word vomit. Oh, I will miss Aliz. Sure, I sometimes felt like giving him beer with arsenic, but he was my most devoted commenter. I place the phone down, and go outside. There is a waterproofed container, in which I know are the presents.  

Ferenc bought a laptop. I have a good feeling that it is for me. I bet he misses having his phone on hand. Furthermore, I sit in the snow, and watch the flickering lights on the tree. There is a pattern. First red, then green, then yellow, then purple, and finally orange. I feel an arm wrap around my middle, and lean into Ferenc. 

"Gabor is going to come over to visit," he tells me, and I look at him. 

"Gabe is coming? Is he going to bring his mate?" Now, I am not worried about Gabe. He and the other vampire that lives in Hungary are together. Have been, for 2000 years. Yes, they are that old. Next to them, even Ferenc seems young. I giggle at that. 

"A penny for your thoughts?" He asks, and I smile at him. 

"I was just thinking this will be the first Christmas I have spent with a lover, and grandparents," I joke, and he chuckles. 

"Don't let them hear you call them that," he tells me, and I bite my lower lip. 

"Why not? They are as old as dirt," I argue, and Ferenc snuggles closer to me. 

"They are also self-conscious of their age. We don't need them as enemies, kiscica," I nod, giving up the teasing. It is not like Gabe looks like an old man. I don't think his lover would look old, either. 

"When are they coming?" I ask. Growing up, I can count on my fingers the times when we had family visits. I think they stopped when I was five. Plane tickets are expensive, you know?

"Are you monologuing at yourself again?" He asks me, and I nod. 

 "I deleted my account in the blog. They even gave me a refund for the end of the time I had paid for," I say, and he looks apologetically at me. 

"Sorry that you had to give up your passion," he says, and I just shrug. 

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"I have a new plan — now. Our story will still be told, but I will make it look like we are living in Scotland, in a castle, and will change our names," I tell him, and he bites his lower lip. 

"The hut is not enough for you?" He asks me, and I can see that I need to watch my words — now. 

"No, it is perfect. Our very own family nest," I say, and then pull out a box from my pocket.

 The truth is, I didn't sit still in that hotel room, and wait for him to come back. He came back at ten, and that was just five minutes after I came back from my little trip in town. I hold the box under his nose, and open it. 

"I know we started off on the wrong foot. I know that I was not what you wanted, originally," I begin, as he stares at the simple gold band in its velvet casing. "Personally, I feel like you needed a lot of anger management, back when you had me in chains. You were not the nicest, and I don't know why I feel like I can take down all the stars from the sky, and give them to you, but..." 

"Yes," he says, and I blink. 

"Wait, let me finish," I ask, but he just holds up his ring finger. 

"I already said yes. If I let you finish, you might talk yourself out of proposing, as things are going," he tells me, and I mull over his words for a bit. 

"No argument in the world would ever make me not propose to you," I tell him, and he chuckles. "I have to tell you something. About Aliz..." 

"He is in the UK, and expecting a baby. I know," Ferenc says, and then sighs. "When I learned that he had contact with you, and that you warned him that he will end up a vampire, I was so angry." 

"Did you know he had a girlfriend?" I ask, as I hover the ring over his finger. 

"Do you think, as lonely as I was back then, that I cared?" He asks, and I can see that he has beat himself over it more than once. 

"I can make you happy," I want to get it through his brain. To have him consider me, the same way he considered Aliz. This is a big jump on my part. It wasn't an easy decision. 

"You already did. Now, put that ring on me. I guess we have to go to town again. I can't leave your finger without a ring around it. Do you want the wedding for next Christmas?" I smile at that, and put the ring around his finger. As I go back to staring at the Christmas lights, I feel like my life, or rather, afterlife, is great now. 

Back then, when I swindled people in Africa, I was a nobody, whose only joy was a blog, that was read by three people. Now, I have a home, a man by my side, and the promise of many happy years to come. 

The end.  

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