The following night Dharma finally took me to her place.
There was a man about my age sitting on Dharma’s porch steps.
He looked up as we approached him.
His pale blue eyes made me freeze where I stood.
“Marcus.” Dharma said walking the rest of the way to kneel in front of him.
He hugged her close and kissed her hair.
His hard stare never left me.
“I didn’t know you were here. Why didn’t you let me know?”
“There were things I had to take care of.” He says.
His deep bone chilling voice sent a sudden shiver down my spine.
Unlike Dharma, he still had a strong British accent.
He looked at her for the first time.
I couldn’t see Dharma’s reaction but I knew by their silence that they were having a private conversation.
Dharma stood and pulled me forward.
Don’t be afraid.
“This is Marcus.”
Marcus stood.
“Johnathon.” He says.
We were eye to eye which meant he was my height as well, six-two.
He had a light completion, he looked like porcelain. He had high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes. His hair was light brown; it hung about a half inch below his shoulders. His body was slimmer than mine but I knew he was strong. He was a vampire after all. He was very handsome looking and even though there were some laughter lines around his eyes, he wasn’t old. His face was smooth, without stubble or a five o’clock shadow. He must have been within my age range when he had been made.
I extend my hand.
He looked like a god among mortals, a lion among men.
He smiles, his fangs visible.
He didn’t look like a regular person at all.
How he managed to walk around and not be noticed was a mystery.
He hugs me.
The black shirt he wore was cold as it touched my neck.
Images flooded my mind.
Neighbors in shock, the firefighters fighting the blaze.
My breath quickened.
People on fire, screaming for help.
“You son of a bitch.” I say stepping away from Marcus.
I fist my hands and take a step forward.
“No!” Dharma yells grabbing hold of my arms. “No Johnathon.”
He smirked at me.
I tightened my fists.
“Johnathon. You have to go. The fire is under control, it’s time for you to go. Now.” Dharma said pressing the keys in my hand.
“You will pay for what you did.” I tell Marcus.
“We’ll see.”
“Fuck you.”
He smiles, his cold hands touching my face.
