Authors: Shari Richardson
I smiled at the old fashioned notion of Mathias being able to compromise my reputation by taking me to his home coupled with the fact that he wouldn't even kiss me. Despite the pleasant memories the thought conjured, the fear that had slept as I did curled in my gut again. I had to know if Tawnya's suspicions were accurate. I had to know if I was falling--had fallen already--in love with a vampire. "I don't think this is a conversation you want to have in a public place, Mathias."
His tone stopped me. He sounded resigned and sad, not annoyed. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn that he knew what I wanted to talk to him about. I could feel a chasm, so like the ones in my dreams, erupt between us, as though he were preparing himself for an inevitable and painful separation because he knew I wouldn't make the leap of faith to be with him. My heart clenched tight and hot in my chest at the thought of a separation. The not knowing was going to kill me, but what would the pain of leaving Mathias do?
"Promise me you'll come home." Kerry's eyes were wide with fear. After all the years in our family, the oddities of a mother who ran a metaphysical shop, a sister who had visions and an angel who lived under our roof, it broke my heart to know only my association with Mathias had ever put that look of terror and horror in her eyes.
I hugged Kerry. We'd always been close, but my little sister had never been this emotional around me before. "I promise I will be home tonight to make you dinner, Kerr. Don't worry, please."
I could see she was going to worry no matter what I said, but she nodded and left me alone so I could finish getting ready. I stood in front of the mirror I rarely used and refused to acknowledge that I was taking far more time getting ready than I normally would have because I wanted to look good for Mathias. Better that vanity delay me than the fear of learning the truth.
A little voice kept whispering, "Why bother. He's a vampire and if you live, after today you'll never see him again." I squashed that voice again and again, but it kept returning.
The drive to Mathias' home took me past The Astral Plane. Shock and apprehension stabbed deep as I passed the shop and saw the East Hampton football player from the night before stepping out the door onto the street. He looked up, locking eyes with me as he had at the stadium last night, and then he turned away. My heart lodged somewhere in my throat, and I continued though our quiet town and out the beach road to the house I'd dreamed of visiting since childhood.
Mathias met me at the door to what was the grandest house in Highland Home. As a child I'd always wanted to see what the inside of this house was like. The outside reminded me of some of the homes I saw on television when they did shows about what the stars lived like. The inside was even more breath-taking than I had imagined
"I always wanted to see the inside of this house," I admitted. "When I was a kid, I used to imagine a prince lived here and that he'd rescue me from...well that he'd rescue me." Leave it to me to blurt out that the prince of my childhood fantasies would always rush to rescue me from monsters. Thankfully, the filter on my words that usually shut down the moment I was near Mathias, was working. I couldn't bring myself to say the word "monster." Not now. What if my prince turned out to be the monster?
The back wall of the house was floor to ceiling glass, giving us an uninterrupted view of the ocean. The rolling waves held my attention while Mathias got my drink. I'd always loved the sound and scent of the ocean. Those things were a couple of the very few advantages to growing up in Highland Home. I sipped my drink a few times, unsure how to begin.
Mathias sat down at the breakfast table and watched the ocean, waiting patiently for me to speak. He was so still, so reserved, my heart broke a little more each time I glanced at him.
I swallowed hard against the lump that rose in my throat. How could I speak the words that would doom me to a life without this boy. Did I really care if what Tawnya said was true? Did it matter that this magnificent boy wasn't human? Would that fact change how I felt about him? My nightmares played in a silent loop, showing me the faces of those who had died beneath Mathias' teeth. Nameless faces of men and women long dead rose up, each begging for their own justice. Sadly I realized I could dismiss them all, save one. Kathryn's wide green eyes stared out of my subconscious, accusing me of being careless with my life by loving the boy whom she too had loved. I knew I was in love with Mathias but if he had taken the life of the woman he loved in his quest for blood, what would stop him from doing the same to me? I had to know the truth or live in fear so long as he stayed with me.
"Tawnya had an interesting theory to share with me when I got home last night."
I looked at him, sitting so still and stiff, as though bracing himself for a blow and I felt the tears well in my eyes. No matter what, if I said the words waiting on the tip of my tongue, there would be no going back.
I took a deep breath and looked into Mathias' eyes. I wished I could drown in the black pools staring back at me. The eyes I had come to love so easily were so blank now, icy and closed to me. What had I done? Realizing I'd already gone too far to turn back, I blurted out, "Are you a vampire, Mathias?"
I realized I was cradled against Mathias' chest and that we both sat on the kitchen floor. The cool electric current that jumped between us made me want to cling to him and run away at the same time.
I pushed at his shoulder, struggling to get up. Mathias silently released me, remaining on the floor while I backpedaled to the kitchen table. He rose slowly and backed away from me, his arms outstretched.
"I won't hurt you, Mairin," he said softly. The pain in his voice snapped my head up from my contemplation of the table top. I could see his attempt to be nonthreatening was costing him.
The ache in my chest blossomed and I clutched the edge of the kitchen table until my arms shook. Why was he always so reasonable when I was emotional? How could he remain so calm when I felt my world shattering around me? "I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. What do you do when the person you love says, 'Oh by the way, I'm a vampire,'?"
I sat down at the table and watched the waves for a few minutes. Mathias was a vampire. Did that mean every one of the dreams I'd had of the past had been his memories? Could his life really consist of nothing but the hunt and the crushing remorse? And what did this revelation mean for us? My soul still cried out in agony each time I considered leaving Mathias. How could I walk away from a love like this and survive? And would he let me go? Could he let me go? Did he feel for me the depth of love I felt for him? Would it destroy his soul as it would mine to be separated from me? I had too many questions, but no answers. I had to have answers. When I turned to find Mathias, he was sitting next to me.
"I wish I could, but I cannot tell that lie either." Mathias lay his hand on the table next to mine, neither close enough to touch nor far enough to discourage me should I want to take it. "There are some very real and horrifying facts of my life which make me a monster, Mairin. I should never have allowed myself to become a part of your life, but I could not resist you once I saw you. Would you care to hear my reasons for staying, for putting you in danger every moment you are with me, or should I see you to your car?"
I thought about his offer. I had so many questions but I was afraid to ask them. "Tell me," I said finally. I tentatively lay my hand over his. Mathias covered my hand with his, sighing heavily.
"I told you I was selfish. That I had never been denied anything I truly wanted. That is the sad truth of my life. I was seventeen in 1922. My family was wealthy in a way that doesn't really translate now. We had everything we could ever want or need, but we worked hard for it all. I was a man poised to get everything I'd ever wanted. My father was turning our shipping company over to me and I was engaged to the most beautiful girl in the county. Her name was Kathryn." I started in surprise. Did this revelation confirm that my dreams were his memories? I shuddered at the thought.
Mathias waited silently, pausing in his tale and reaching to touch my face. "She had lovely red-brown hair and green eyes and she loved me. I loved her, too. Loved her enough to die for her."
"The fiend that changed my world found us walking near the docks. Kathryn often met me at the ship my father was currently unloading so we could walk in the evenings before she had to return to her parents' home. We were to be married only days from my last night as a human."
Mathias smiled softly, stroking my cheek again. "It drank until I could no longer see anything but a dark tunnel. I saw my own death in that last moment and I welcomed it. I knew Kathryn had escaped. That was all that mattered. And then I heard the watch running down the alley. Kathryn had sent them back for me. Would that she had not, I could have died in that fiend's embrace rather than become what it was. Instead of finishing me, it dropped me and ran, leaving my diseased body behind."
My heart was thundering in my chest as I listened to Mathias speak. I could almost hear the watch running on cobble stones and hear Kathryn screaming for him. Screaming for him as I would have screamed had I witnessed the horror he described.
"Kathryn sat with me for the several days during which I lingered at death's door. She refused to believe that the doctors my father sent for could not save me. Perhaps if she had let them lead her away...if she hadn't been there...but she was."
I could see the lovely woman from my dream silently praying for Mathias, mopping his brow, and waiting for him to be well. My mind refused to move past that moment in my dream, to move on to what I knew was the outcome before Mathias spoke the words.
"The moment my eyes opened after my heart finally gave up its battle, I could think of nothing but the scorching thirst that burned my throat. I didn't recognize my Kathryn until she lay still in my arms. Pale, still, and very dead. I ran. Coward that I am, I ran rather than face the rightful punishment for my evil. I hid like the base, cowardly monster that I was until the thirst drove me out."