My Blood

Chapter 02

"You can try to resist,
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know that you,
Can't fight the moonlight.
Deep in the dark, you'll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know that you,
Can't fight the moonlight, no
You can't fight it...
It's gonna get to your heart."

Can't Fight the Moonlight - LeAnn Rimes

John was trying to finish his cathedral model, but the torpor he had been feeling clouded his mind. When the red visitor entered his room.

"You!" he nearly vociferated. "I wished upon the stars I'd never see you again!"

Saoirse laughed.

"Oh, that's no thing to say to a lady, Mr. Merrick. Tut, tut, tut."

"You are no lady and you know that!"

"Why? Because I'm different? What that makes of you, then?"

He kept silent for a while.

"But... you are...unholy!"

She snickered.

"By staring at you, humans say the same. And think the same. So, then, sticks and stones."

She could read his confused thoughts clearly. It was comical, like a child's mind.

"Anyway, Mr. Merrick, let's get to the matter at hand."

"Oh, God, no!"

She sat on his armchair and angrily, pointed out:

"What did I say about 'the name'? Should I compel you further?"

"I can't even say the name of the Maker!"

"Soon, your 'Maker' will be... me." She showed her fangs.

He stared at her fascinated.

"What are you writing?" she asked.

"You already know, don't you?" he replied, darkly.

"Yes, somehow you can break the compulsion. At least a bit. A book about Vampires. And the main character is a red-head! Well, I'm flattered."

He flushed.

"Are you in love with me, John?" she batted her long eyelashes.

"A little, perhaps... You are curious. And you... see me in a different way. And your accent..."

"All right, made your point," Saoirse laughed. "Soon we will be together."

"But Saoirse, why do you want to turn me?"

She could read in his mind it had been an intimate gesture for him to speak her name. Like a caress. If she could, she would have flushed.

"My Da became a vampire because he met one in a bar and won a game. The bet was to be turned. Ma never forgave him and I kept asking for him to turn me. It finally happened. When I was 19, I got very ill. Incurably. Before Ma realized, he turned me. She killed him with some of her spells. He did it because he loved me. I hate Ma."

Saoirse couldn't cry, and John realized there was something wrong. But he reached for her hand anyway.

"Spells?!" he suddenly realized.

Saoirse smiled.

"Mother is a witch."

"Oh G...My."

Saoirse laughed.

"So I'll be 27 forever, then what? Saoirse, I don't want any part in this. Please, release me."

"Wait, there's still..."

Before Saoirse could finish her sentence, someone broke into the room.

Mr. Treves.

"So, you're John's lady friend? Haven't we met?"

"I was leaving. Bye, John. You're free."

And she left hurriedly.

"What was that about?" asked Treves, puzzled.

"Nothing to worry, Mr. Treves."

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The rain was incessant in the streets and in Saoirse's heart. They were tears.

When she got home, her mother pointed out, wisely:

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you are crying, Saoirse."

"And you know better. I can't cry."

"Good for you. And oh, your friend will pass away tonight."

That was the way her mother gave bad news. As if they were some kind of greeting.

"What?!"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Agatha kept sewing.

"Ma, tell me you had nothing to do with that!"

Agatha laughed.

"To each his own! I can't control every happenstance. I mean, that's what you wanted, right?"

Saoirse was frantic, in a panic.

He still had her blood in his system.