Soulmate in the Midnight Darkness

By Christine Buckley All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Adventure

chapter two

There was a long, dramatic pause before I gave him my answer. I sat there thinking of a way to say it. What if I was wrong, and he wasn’t a vampire? He would think I was weird for saying it. Then again, what if I was right? Ah well, hell with it. What’s the worst that could happen? I swallowed what nervousness I had left and looked up at him, putting on a poker face.

“Vampire” I said, proud that my voice did not portray my fear.He didn’t answer at first. He was looking at me; he seemed surprised at my answer. Oh no, was I wrong? He must think I’m a complete freak.

“You must know a lot about vampires for you to have figured that one out.” He said, taking a step towards me.

“Oh, um...I’ve done my research.” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. I took a step back.

“There’s no need to be frightened, I’m not going to harm you. It’s a good thing you’ve done research; now I don’t have to explain why it is that I am here.”The only reason that I know of for a vampire to search out a human is for a meal... oh no.

“What do you mean?”

“I told you that I would not harm you; it’s not for what you’re thinking.” He seemed frustrated by my fear. If not that, then what could he possibly want from me? I looked down at my watch nervously. Oh no, I’m past curfew!

“Can we talk about this some other time? My dad’s going to freak if I’m not home soon. It was nice to meet you. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone your secret.” I was already walking away, but something made me stop. I turned around. “Will I ever see you again?” For reasons that I could not explain, I had to see him again. I had wanted to meet a vampire since I was little and finally, it’s happening and the only thing standing between me and him was a stupid curfew.

I looked up and he said, “Sooner than you think my dear.” he said, nodding his head slightly. I laughed, and then, just as quickly as he’d appeared, he was gone. I starred at the spot that the mysterious man had just occupied for a little longer before realizing what time it was. I started walking up the street lamp illuminated road. It had gotten dark. Now, being alone a shiver ran down my spine. I hated walking alone outside, in the dark. I heard something rustle in the bushes beside me. I took off, running up the hill, i ran until I reached the driveway. I stopped, in an attempt to even out my ragged breaths. I tried to slip inside quietly so as not to be noticed. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side tonight. The door hinges creaked in protest as I opened the front door. I knew I was more than a little late and was going to have to think fast in order to get out of this one. Dad was standing in the kitchen.

“Where have you been?” He asked me, anger and worry etched into the lines of his forehead.

“I lost track of time; it won’t happen again.” I lied.

“Just be sure to be home before it gets dark next time.” His face visibly relaxed. I got off easy and I knew, before he could question me further I hurriedly bid him a goodnight.

“Goodnight.” he called as I rushed up the steps to my room.

Once I reached my bedroom, I flung the door shut and made certain it was securely closed behind me. I walked over to my window to find it slightly cracked, there was a piece of paper on the window seat. I opened the note and it read ‘see you soon’. Was it Ash who had left the note? I opened the window and stuck my head out. I looked down below, thinking maybe he was hiding in the bushes; There was no one there. I climbed out onto the roof and looked on top of the house. There was no one there either. He must have left the note before I got home. I climbed back in, shutting and locking the window. I closed the curtains and sat down on the window seat, releasing a long and tired sigh. I wasn’t sure that tonight’s events were real. What if I had imagined the whole thing? What if he was some psycho recently escaped from the ward? How did he get into my room to leave the note? These thoughts clouded my mind as I sat there, trying to distinguish reality from fantasy. A yawn escaped my lips and I remembered that I had class in the morning. I pushed myself up from the floor and flopped unto my bed. Almost immediately my mind succumbed to the wonders of sleep, which I accepted gratefully. But even in my dreams I couldn’t escape that wonderful face of the mysterious boy...named Ash.

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