Mirrors

The beginning of the end - Part I

Léa told me that she was passing through a very hard moment in her life, actually it was her birthday, and she was sad because her friends and more people around her left her alone and they acted as if they didn't care about her, she also told me she was single. I knew what she meant... I've been feeling like that since my Eve left and since then my birthdays just consisted in getting drunk, playing my guitar and going out to find someone to fuck and satisfy my needs, and that was it. I listened attentively and carefully to her story, I know I sadly lost the ability of having a heartbeat or being human, but her words broke my heart... I just wanted to hold her against my chest and caress her hair as I said everything was okay, but that would have been creepy, wouldn't it? I was a stranger for her in that moment, and even worse... She didn't know I was a vampire.

The night elapsed with the two of us talking and talking about life, about her life, because in my urge to hide the truth I told her that I was a musician, a soloist, and also told her that I was staying in a hotel... the regular life of a supposed rockstar. I remember she tried to be and seem to be normal, she was always joking and saying funny words, but from the first time I knew she was different; I knew she had the darkness I have... But sometimes, that's why things never work or go wrong between the "characters". Maybe, and I'm surprised to say this, but maybe I had too much light for her liking, however, this is not the time to analyse why it didn't work well (for me, at least). Let's continue: In a matter of a few months, I fell in love with her, with all of the stories she used to tell me and the way she spoke. I fell in love with her blonde hair and her blue eyes, her soft and sweet lips that I was absolutely dying to taste... But I never did anything, I guess I became the person that she trusted the most, something like what you, zombies, call 'best friend' which never bothered me. I was attracted to her, and for a reason that I don't understand or don't want to remember I never tried to show myself as a potential lover for her, perhaps because of my nature and my fear towards the reaction she might have.

I fell in love with her silent and quietly, and as far as I've felt... That's the most dangerous kind of love.