to him, the heat became a factor that neither of us
could deny. He pulled me close, one hand on my face, the other around my waist.
I unknowingly had placed one of my hands on his chest, and with the other, I
was slowly caressing his leg. Without warning, he pulled away from me.
“Forgive me,” he said breathlessly. “I have forgotten myself. I hope I
have not offended you by taking such liberties without permission.”
I looked away, because I did not want him to see the emotion in my
eyes, or he would see that there was no offence taken in the least. That kiss
was the best thing I had ever felt. I was so embarrassed that I had let him
take me to the point that I was rendered speechless. When I could draw breath,
I answered.
“You’re the only man that’s ever kissed me like that. Please don’t
apologize. I don’t believe I tried to stop you, now did I?” I could feel the
blood rush to my cheeks as I spoke, and knew that he noticed me blushing. A
grin spread across his face, then he threw his head
back and laughed.
“We are a pair, are we not?” he asked jovially. “First we beat the
bloody pulp out of one another, and then we tend to each other’s wounds.” He
continued to laugh, and I couldn’t help but join him. Martin settled back onto
his bed, and I continued to kneel next to him on the floor.
“Can I ask you something, Martin, without making you mad, or having you avoid my question?” I asked after a few moments of
silence.
“Yes, this seems like a good time to talk,” he replied, with a small
wink. The expression on his face caused me to stand up and move back over to my
own space. I turned around, and there he lounged, a little half-smile adorning
his face, which told me he knew he had once again made me blush at the mere
implication.
“Okay, don’t think just because we got a little close a minute ago,
that you can make more of it than it really was,” I rambled off, then cleared
my throat. “Or try for more. I happen to have been raised a respectable woman.”
“Is that what you wished to ask me?” he asked. “If I had the intention
of making love to you?”
“NO,” I sputtered. “And don’t say things like that. I, I... just don’t,
that’s all.”
He stood from his bed, laughing a bit, and walked over to me, placing
his hands on my shoulders. “I will never dishonor you, Renee,” he said, all
teasing gone from his voice. “Until you come to me willingly, you have my
word.” He kissed my cheek before returning to his bed. “Now that we have that
out in the open, what is it you wish to know?”
Oh, sure , I thought to myself, now that it’s all down to me being willing,
I’m at a loss for words . I had to think for several minutes before anything
other than him touching me came to mind.
“Well, what are you?” I began. “I mean, what are we? I
know that some things are the same, but what about everything else? Like
blood, for one thing. Why do we have to drink it, and why can’t we eat
anything...” Martin, politely interrupted me, saying, “One thing at a time, or
I will need to write as you speak.” I grinned sheepishly. I was going a bit
fast. I guess that just proves what my Ma was always telling me ‘Slow down,
girl, you’re making me dizzy .’
“I’m sorry; there are just so many things I need to know.” I stopped
for a moment before asking, “Will I be able to see any of my family again?”
“They would not understand,” he said. “They have given you to their
God, and would think you an angel, or maybe even a devil.”
“But I could explain it to them. They love me, and nothing’s changed, I
am still me.” I argued.
“Yes, a ‘you’ with skin as pale as death and eyes that glow when you
are excited, not to mention the great deal of change in your teeth.” he
replied.
“Then how is it that we weren’t afraid of you?” I asked. “You were just
like any other drifter, just a little whiter than most.”
“Because, Renee, I have
could deny. He pulled me close, one hand on my face, the other around my waist.
I unknowingly had placed one of my hands on his chest, and with the other, I
was slowly caressing his leg. Without warning, he pulled away from me.
“Forgive me,” he said breathlessly. “I have forgotten myself. I hope I
have not offended you by taking such liberties without permission.”
I looked away, because I did not want him to see the emotion in my
eyes, or he would see that there was no offence taken in the least. That kiss
was the best thing I had ever felt. I was so embarrassed that I had let him
take me to the point that I was rendered speechless. When I could draw breath,
I answered.
“You’re the only man that’s ever kissed me like that. Please don’t
apologize. I don’t believe I tried to stop you, now did I?” I could feel the
blood rush to my cheeks as I spoke, and knew that he noticed me blushing. A
grin spread across his face, then he threw his head
back and laughed.
“We are a pair, are we not?” he asked jovially. “First we beat the
bloody pulp out of one another, and then we tend to each other’s wounds.” He
continued to laugh, and I couldn’t help but join him. Martin settled back onto
his bed, and I continued to kneel next to him on the floor.
“Can I ask you something, Martin, without making you mad, or having you avoid my question?” I asked after a few moments of
silence.
“Yes, this seems like a good time to talk,” he replied, with a small
wink. The expression on his face caused me to stand up and move back over to my
own space. I turned around, and there he lounged, a little half-smile adorning
his face, which told me he knew he had once again made me blush at the mere
implication.
“Okay, don’t think just because we got a little close a minute ago,
that you can make more of it than it really was,” I rambled off, then cleared
my throat. “Or try for more. I happen to have been raised a respectable woman.”
“Is that what you wished to ask me?” he asked. “If I had the intention
of making love to you?”
“NO,” I sputtered. “And don’t say things like that. I, I... just don’t,
that’s all.”
He stood from his bed, laughing a bit, and walked over to me, placing
his hands on my shoulders. “I will never dishonor you, Renee,” he said, all
teasing gone from his voice. “Until you come to me willingly, you have my
word.” He kissed my cheek before returning to his bed. “Now that we have that
out in the open, what is it you wish to know?”
Oh, sure , I thought to myself, now that it’s all down to me being willing,
I’m at a loss for words . I had to think for several minutes before anything
other than him touching me came to mind.
“Well, what are you?” I began. “I mean, what are we? I
know that some things are the same, but what about everything else? Like
blood, for one thing. Why do we have to drink it, and why can’t we eat
anything...” Martin, politely interrupted me, saying, “One thing at a time, or
I will need to write as you speak.” I grinned sheepishly. I was going a bit
fast. I guess that just proves what my Ma was always telling me ‘Slow down,
girl, you’re making me dizzy .’
“I’m sorry; there are just so many things I need to know.” I stopped
for a moment before asking, “Will I be able to see any of my family again?”
“They would not understand,” he said. “They have given you to their
God, and would think you an angel, or maybe even a devil.”
“But I could explain it to them. They love me, and nothing’s changed, I
am still me.” I argued.
“Yes, a ‘you’ with skin as pale as death and eyes that glow when you
are excited, not to mention the great deal of change in your teeth.” he
replied.
“Then how is it that we weren’t afraid of you?” I asked. “You were just
like any other drifter, just a little whiter than most.”
“Because, Renee, I have
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