I dreamed I was back in Paris when I had been touring the world with Jean. I walked along the Seine watching the passing mortals watch me as I walked by myself. I saw humans of all ages, children, parents, grandparents. I saw no young adults, strange I thought. I continued on my way, now watching my reflection in the water paying no attention to where I went.
I felt my self falling just as the man shoved by me. Sploosh! I fell in. I dug my arms into the side of the bank. I felt a hand reaching for me and I grabbed it.
"Qui a fait..." I began to say in anger when I saw who I was talking to. He was a youth my age., or what my age had been. He had shiny bronze hair, beautiful green eyes. Green eyes that were staring into mine.
"Madamoiselle, Je suis désolé ainsi. Parlez-vous l'anglais ?" he asked me as he guided me from the river bank.
"Yes I do." I said. He continued to stare.
"You can release my hand." I said giving him a look that would read What is wrong with you?.
"Sorry, your skin is so cold and white, and your eyes so dazzling." he said startled.
"So?" I asked trying to conceal my surprise.
"Nothing its just those are the charecteristics of a.. never mind. Its foolish." He said.
"What is?" I asked with an open-mouthed smile. The boy stood transfixed staring at my smile.
"Boy, um what is your name?" I asked shaking his shouder.
"Va-vamp-vamPIRE!" he whispered.
"Your name is vampire? That is weird. Mine is Lamia, Lamia Landry." I said looking at him worridly. My clothes had nearly dried themselves.
"No. No, I'm Zach. You are a vampire. Even your name means it." He said his eyes widening in what looked like delight. I dragged him away by the arm into an ally far from the streets or any humans. I glared at the boy. I tried to divine from his mind what he was thinking. I was surprised to find him obssesed with supernatural beings like I had been before Jean found me. A kindred soul, my glare softened and I looked him over. I couldn't do it. It would be wrong to. Oh but I couldn't help but think of it. Zach stepped closer to me.
"Please?" he asked. He looked so innocent. I stroked his cheek and throat. He shivered, I smiled lustily.
"No." I said.
"Why not?" he asked me.
"I. Well..." I said trying to come up with a reason not to condemn him to hell with me.
I probed his mind again. All I could see was myself. I closed her eyes and probed deeper. I felt his hands winding around my waist.
"Please." he asked again. he was hopelessly entranced. I had to. I smiled. He kissed my cheek. I put my arms around him, opened my eyes, and jumped. We reached the top of the building. I looked down at him as we landed gracefully on the roof. He was staring up at me in awe and love. Not terror, or hatred. I sighed. I let go of him and brushed his arms off of me.
I looked in his eyes. All I saw was unconditional love. I sighed again. I picked him up and started jumping over the roofs towards my house. I laid him on the couch when I had gone inside.
"Please." he said again. I kneeled down and sank my fangs into his throat without a momnets hesitation. His arms wound around me as I drank. I pulled away and bit into my wrist and let it bleed into his mouth. He grabed my wrist and held onto it while sucking the blood out of me. I yelped, he was drawing so fast and so strongly. I yanked my wrist from him and brought him to the bathroom. I watched his mortal death and left him when he rid himselves of any remaining human liquids. He came out and took my arm and led me outside.
He was pulling me away from the house when I stopped him.
"Where do you think you are taking me?" I asked him.
"My home to gather my things so we can leave." he said.
"Ah, but you see, I'm here with my sire. I don't think he would like it if I disappered with you. There will come a time when he is gone from me. That is when you may come and whenever I am alone and call to you. I will be here another month and will stay with you as long as possible. I know from your mind and the life that came through your blood you know how to survive on your own 'till I beckon to you. Will you be ok?" I asked holding him.
"Yes. The blood spoke to me to. I understood but believed if I took you with me you wouldn't resist. Oh well. Stay with me tonight and fight the breaking dawn. When does Jean expect you back?" he asked.
I stood awed. He knew so much about me from the blood.
"He doesn't. He knows I'm here in Paris. He's letting me explore on my own. I check back with him once a week and we go out together. Before you shoved me in the Seine I had been with him. Come dawn approaches. We must go to rest." I told him leading him back to the house and down into my crypt.
I shifted in her sleep. I opened my eyes and saw Zach sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. I was in my house in New Orleans, Jean was gone and Zach was here. He walked over when he saw I was awake. I passed into sweet bliss at his touch, so soft and seductive. I closed my eyes as he kissed my throat. Dawn approaced and we ignored it.
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