Dangerously beautiful

Eight

I was overwhelmed and beyond relieve, the nightmare was over. I couldn't keep my emotions under control. Water started spilling from the corners of my eyes. Leaving a soft makeup line; running down my cheeks. I'm very careless when it comes to removing makeup. As a kid I had a near death experience, so it's safe to say that I'm not fond of water. Especially in my face. As Uncle T moved towards the door, he stopped in front of Max and murmured something to him. He nodded slightly and stayed behind as his family left the room. "They don't want me to leave you alone," he said as he sat down at the foot of the bed. "I couldn't agree more. You've promised me that you wouldn't walk away," I told him maybe a little too harsh. He looked at me blankly and answered rhetorically, "I don't recall ever making that promise." Speechless I stared at him again.

I could feel how the tears were biting in my throat. I could feel how the ache tried to rip its way through my heart. Pain was painted across my face. It did not occur to me that he really didn't know. Heartache was blurring my vision. "You've promised me that you wouldn't walk away. You've promised this yesterday, over the radio. On my way to the Centrum." Quickly I silenced myself. "I must have had you deeper under the skin then I've originally thought," he said softly, afraid that he might break me. I must have been very fragile at the moment. "You have no idea. You were always there, all around. I could feel your touch, smell your skin. You hair; eyes; body _ everything was visible to me. Your lips soft, skin cold. I could even hear your husky voice long before you've said the first word. It's like we're destined to be together!" I gasp for a breath.

I wish I knew what Max were thinking right now; but I don't. He looks like a marble statue, his not even breathing. Neither is he alive. It's not strange to see his true identity. "It would feel nice if you could attempt to be here and not elsewhere." Like an angel he fell down to earth with a loud thud. He looked at me, his face; emotionless. My stomach hurt, I can't explain it. Something in Max's past is hurting him badly. It feels like my lungs is smothered with smoke. "You know I don't look anything like her. So before 'the big change' you were engaged to be married?" I asked rhetorically. His eyes widened as he turned his gaze towards me. "Vampire by virus? I'm so sorry I had no idea…" I cut myself short and started fresh. "Let's pretend that I don't know anything. What happened? You know a wise man once told me that if you get your feelings out in the open, it would take the weight of your shoulders. I'm here, I'll listen!" I could tell he's trying his up most best to smile, but emotions are blocking his view.

He sighed so loudly that it made my stomach turn. Slowly he started using his words. "It all happened some time ago. If you've lived as long as I had, then time counts no more. Three hundred-and-seven years, to be more precise. It was early spring, 1703. I was 23 at the time; and I still am. Flowers bloomed, birds chirped songs of joy, children played merrily outside in the sunlight. Everything were just as it was supposed to be. Lilly and I were taking a stroll through town, talking about the wedding that were, at the time, a month away. Her parents invited me for supper that evening; and as always she wanted everything to be perfect. I can still recall; the reason for their invite. Lilly's father was a Doctor. There were rumors that some kind of virus is turning men into furious blood suckers. Because of this they wanted us wed by Friday. Everything fell into place. Getting out the invitations was a total rush. We met with the Priest who were going to lead the ceremony. The new date was set. The night before the big day, something went terribly wrong. A forest fire started just outside of town."

I could feel the pain, fire biting at my skin. I could smell burning flesh. I could hear endless cries; people crying out for their love ones. I could taste the smoke. Inhaling it like I'm reliving Max's past. I could see how history played off right in front of my eyes as Max continued his story. "The fire destroyed everything in its way. Those who survived the fire got infected by the virus. The few of us made a living out of scratch. Before 'the big change' life was unfair and hard times developed. I've never lived a poor life 'till that day. Before my Mother met Cat and her dad, I was a poor unhappy blood sucking lad; with only a mother to turn to. I've been denying you because of that day. You may be right! You do look nothing like her or even speak the way she did; but your personality is much the same. I haven't felt this way about anybody since I've lost her."

I was crying like a toddler who had just fell of her bicycle, when he finished his story. I'm not ashamed to admit it. That was such a sad tale. I bet I'll cry again and again, like when I'm watching Titanic. I'm always crying at the part were Rose let go, and a frozen Jack sinks to the bottom of the Atlantic. He stood up soundlessly and sat down right beside me.

Without warning he stroked my hair with exquisite tenderness. My skin blossomed with a million flowers of goose bumps. His lips became my reality as he brushed them against mine. With a tumbling in my stomach and a thrill in my spine, I kissed him back. He kissed my neck. Cupped his hand on one of my breasts. Nobody had ever kissed me like this before. Nobody had ever made me feel the way he does. I'm losing myself in the moment. I don't know what has gotten into me. I've started unbuttoning his shirt. Like we've done it before. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist. Urging him on! Hoping that he wouldn't leave me. Not now! Not ever! God, how I love him. It was just about to get hot and steamy in the room when his father walked in. Damn it! I shrieked. I was naked! I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Max could sense that I were very uncomfortable.

"What the hell dad! Some privacy would be appreciated," Max said disputed because of his father's interruption. "You can scold me later, if it would make you feel better. Right now we've got bigger fish to fry. Both of you should come with me." He looked at us from head to toe and said with a sly smile, stretching from ear to ear. "Perhaps you should get dress first." Max picked up a pillow and thrown his father with it, yapping at him. "Get the hell out of here!" I fear the tension in the house is going to be beyond awkward. "Don't mind him, all will be fine," he told me and gave a hug in return. I gave him a self-explained look. He instantly knew that I'm not falling for that crap. "Okay! They're not going to make you forget. I'm here, there's no need to panic," he assured me. Placing a kiss on my lips before we left the room.