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Marie-Guillemine Benoist [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

My face flushed red, and I opened the door to leave. Instead of fleecing them like the other innkeepers in the area, I try and help them, and thanks for thanks I receive a chorus of guffaws.

“Wait, I am sorry, Darius, that is your name? Please allow my husband and I to explain.”

The woman’s voice was as beautiful as her name, and I stayed, waiting for someone to speak.

The woman stared at the floor, and the man turned to her, dumbfounded.

This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novella, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong.