The Other Eternity (Part 1)

Chapter 2

Chapter two:

Once, when we were in church, I met the priest. He was really kind, and funny. He assured me that if I ever had a problem, that I could call him. He seemed to know everybody. He kept talking to people in a concerned way. Like “Hey, how’s Jenny?” or, “Miss, I heard about Fred. Is he okay?” Sometimes, I wondered if he knew everybody in the world.

Ebony made me a better person. I was wrong going against all that holy stuff. Now, I knew why she insisted so much. She wanted me to feel this feeling. I’ve never known what this feeling is, but I like it.

Maybe that feeling was love. Or, maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, I was thankful for it.

After that afternoon, we went to lunch. I had to ask her something that has been haunting me forever.

“How did you turn to a human?” I blurted out when we were silently walking to a restaurant.

“Well, I had help from this friend,” She said. “He knew some people.”

I waited for her to go on… but she didn’t. Wait. That was it?

“And?”

“And that’s it.”

“So you’re not giving me details?”

“Nope.”

I stopped walking. “Why not?!”

“Because if I do, it won’t be a secret.”

“And why does it have to be?” I said walking toward her.

“Because I promised I would keep it secret.”

“But I need to know. I don’t want to live this life. After what you’ve shown me and taught me, I want to get my soul cleaned.”

“Then get the priest to baptize you.” She said like if it was a ‘DUH’ moment.  I hold her arm. I was right behind her and she denied making eye contact.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Why won’t you help me?” I asked innocently.

A few seconds passed before she answered.

“Because, you’re still not ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“To know the truth.”

I still didn’t understand.

“Ebony, why am I not ready?”

“You’re still…”

I waited for her to answer. She didn’t.

“What? I’m still what?”

“… Not ready.”

She still had her back at me. I turned her to me. Luckily, I didn’t hurt her. She was actually easy to move. She still didn’t make eye contact. I tilted her chin up so that she could look at me. I was six feet tall; she was, like, 5’2’.

“I have to know.” I whispered.

She finally looked at me. We stood there for a few seconds. We were a few inches apart from each other.

The wind picked up and my light brown, long hair was slightly touching her face. Her dark brown, longer hair was playing with the wind.

“If I tell you, you will not believe me.” She said, almost as if she was about to cry.

“I do believe you. I’ve always believe you. I’ll always will.”

She smiled slightly and then sighed heavily.

“I had help from extraterrestrial beings.”

On the first second, I didn’t believe her one bit. I almost wanted to laugh. But then, I remembered: I’ve never failed to believe her before. I had to believe her. She always told the truth. Plus, she was a mega Christian. She would never lie in such serious case.

But, I blurted out saying the classic answer. “What?”

She let a tear run out of her beautiful, hazel-green eye. Caramba. I wasn’t supposed to say that. I felt so ashamed. I brushed her cheek with my finger, like if it was the most delicate thing in the world, wiping away the drop.

“I didn’t mean to say that,” I said seriously. “I meant to say: I believe you.”

“Tell me the truth. If you think I’m crazy, fine. I don’t care.” She said, letting more tears escape.

“I cross my heart. I believe you.”

“Prove it.”

And that’s what I did. I kissed her sweetly in her lips soft as silk. She kissed me back. I then pulled back slightly, ending the kiss. If this was the first day I met her; I would only kiss her because for all the achievements she’s accomplished. But in that second, I only kissed her because I really liked her. Not as some legendary ‘hero’; as a person.

“Please, believe me now when I tell you: I believe you.”

She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. “I believe you believe me.”

“Great, now can we go get a bite to eat? Because I’m really hungry.” I then chuckled and she giggled.

“Sure.” She grabbed my hand and we kept walking toward the restaurant. We spent a lot of time there and she kept telling me her adventures and all those stuff I never got enough information about. Ebony told me that my compulsion on her didn’t work because she was once a vampire and now she was immune to other vampire powers.

She also told me that she had to go all the way to Puerto Rico to contact with the extraterrestrial beings. She said there was some kind of radio telescope in one of the cities. Ebony kept talking about how much time she had to spend with her plan.

It seemed like a lot of work. But she told me it would be worth it. So I went along with it and prayed for it to be really worth it. When the night came, I sat down in my bed and thought really hard.

What should I do? Go to Puerto Rico? Stay? Or just find other kind of help? My mind couldn’t decide on a plan. Maybe I should follow her steps. I always knew I could count on her. If I had a question or doubt, Ebony would help me, right?

Well, sure, if a car hadn’t crashed her a few years later. I should’ve asked as soon as possible.

She got hit by a drunken guy who was merely driving backwards. We were crossing her road to go to the park in front of her house. I warned Ebony too late and then I heard her scream. I felt like if my heart exploded from pure pain. I felt so bad; I wanted my life to end. Another reason why I should become human. Then, an idea came to mind: why don’t I actually try?