The Venantium Auallonia Trilogy: Summer Tide

Chapter 9: Always

         For as long as I could remember, I had absolutely no patience for plane rides. It's not like I had ADHD, ADD, or anything; I just can't stand them. People get in your way, and I know for a fact that tourists love to flock to Massachusetts. Cape cod, filled with its historic towns, the infamous Plymouth rock, the quaint little shops and beaches that stretch farther than the imagination, has become one of the largest tourist destinations that you get to see on the United States map. Even though it was a really tiny place that looks like a man flexing his arm for shore. I'd supposed Sandwich is considered "the pit" of this place. Obviously, I've trailed off of what I was really talking about, i.e. plane rides, but I don't really care.

I was born in Plymouth at Jordan hospital from what my records say, but I've lived in Sandwich for all my life. It's a small town with a lot of drama, but I don't pay attention to that. Yes, the beaches are beautiful, and I thank Emery for giving me the chance to finally see Sandy Neck beach from something other than a postcard. Besides that, no one notices that this place isn't that amazing, and many who live here would agree with me.

As for the private place issued by the Dark and Light Councils, I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven; which is totally cliché, I know. It was luxurious...until I met the flight attendant who, from the moment I saw her, I knew she wasn't human. She looked like a Victoria's Secret model with magenta eyes, and long red nails similar to claws.

Emery was seated next to me, and thanked her for bringing me a ginger ale instead of coffee; he knew how hyper I got from drinking coffee. Me + Coffee (occasionally iced) = catastrophic.

Emery caught me starting horror struck at her. "I guess you didn't expect anything, but mortals or vampires, did you? Neither council consists of mortal. At one point during the turn of the century they considered it, but the idea claimed to be far too harsh for your world."

I was bewildered, "What is she?!"

"Not a she; they or it. It has no gender to speak of. That is a chameleon," he corrected.

Wasn't that a salamander or something close to that? A lizard that changes color to adapt to its surroundings? I suppose that there's enough room in the world for any kind of creature, but a thing that changes human forms?

"Does that mean she changes color?" I mumbled slowly.

He chuckled, "No, love, it can change into the face and structure of any mortal she chooses. Immortal creatures are impossible from what the Books of Jupiter say."

"So I'm guessing we're going to see more of them...wait what are the Books of Jupiter?" I probed

Emery smiled. " They are the books that contain the stories of us since the beginning of time. There are not many creatures on either side as Maverick so put. Night creatures are merely vampires, werewolves, lycans, chameleons, and a few select demons that you can read in Greek mythology. Then there are the Sun creatures: angels, Nephilim, Demigods, and gods. Legend tells that they were begun by Jupiter, the Roman name for Zeus. So to this day they have continued to be added to on the spring equinox. And yes, you may possibly see more."

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously, but annoyed by the dirty looks Maverick shot at me viciously. I knew he hated that I was throwing my heart out with the sharks, risking it on vampire. In his opinion, that is. Now, here comes another 'if' factor. If I were to throw away such a feeling that fascinates me; something that I haven't felt since I met Amber out the window, then my angel, Maverick, would be ecstatic. Not me even for the least. If anything, love is not something you can throw away if it has already been given.