Buried Secrets

Journal Of Emmerson Young

October 30th, 2013 LATER ENTRY

Oh, my God! Mila was a vampire!? How the...how the fucking hell did I not notice that!?

Mila was huddled in the corner, crying silently. The woman I fell in love with was a vampire!

“Emmerson...?” Mila whispered.

I sighed and walked over to her, and sat down beside her on the bed. “Mila...how old are you really?”

She swallowed hard, and croaked out; “One hundred and nineteen. I turned when I was sixteen...”

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. “You were buried in the grave I found in, right?”

“Yes...”

We remained silent for several moments. Then, I asked; “Do you...correction, have you been drinking blood?”

I looked over to her and saw that she was crying blood. The way that Count Dracula did in Bram Stoker's: Dracula. She nodded, and whispered; “Only from the rats and mice. Never from a human...”

I swallowed hard, looked over to the rat's dead body, then back to Mila, took her face in my hands, and kissed her tears. They tasted salty, but tainted with iron and the other tastes of blood. Mila let out a small, soft gasp of surprise, and her hands caressed my wrist gently. I rested my head against hers, and her hands suddenly gripped mine in a vice grip.

“Mila? What's wrong?” I asked, wincing slightly from the pain. Shesh, she had a strong grip. Guess it comes with being a vampire and all...

She let my hands go, and whispered; “Oh, God! Emmerson! I am so, so, so sorry! It is just...the smell of your blood is intense! I...I am scared that I might kill you...”

I took her hands gently and held them. “Mila, with how much you have been restraining yourself from drinking my blood since we've met, I doubt that you will kill me...or anyone.”

Mila looked from our hands to me. “How do you know that? You do not know how long rats and mice will do me, or how many are here inside the walls of the basement.”

I tucked a stray strand of Mila's hair behind her ear and held her face in my hands, looking directly into her eyes. “I work at a local hospital. If the rats and mice are no longer enough, then I will start bringing blood bags home, ok?”

She nodded, her hands covering mine. “Won't you get fired for that?”

I shrugged. “Only if the blood is less than twenty-eight days old. At the twenty-eight day mark, it's old and the hospital needs to dispose of it since it can't go into anyone's system.”

Mila trembled a bit, and whispered; “If I had asked you to kiss me, so I can get distracted from the smell of your blood, would you do it?”

I felt like I just got punched in the gut, but whispered to her; “I would do anything for you, dearest. Your wish is my command.”

Mila swallowed hard, licked her lips, and whispered with a desperate tone; “Kiss me, please Emmerson...?”

Automatically, I obliged. I kissed her gently, covering her soft lips with mine. Softly and gratefully. Mila's hands gripped my shoulders as she kissed me back, that same gentleness, softness, and gratefulness.

Holy God was the last thought that registered in my brain before I was lost in Mila's kiss. She shifted and pressed me up against the wall, all the while never breaking out kiss. I twisted my hands in her hair, keeping her close.

She broke away first, breathing hard, still holding onto my shoulders. I swallowed hard, and, panting, kissed her forehead.

“You okay?” I asked her softly.

She nodded, and whispered; “Yes, and I owe you so much...”

“Just stay here with me forever as my girlfriend and you would have repaid me.”

Mila giggled and rested her forehead against mine. “I'm already staying here...with you...Emmerson. Being your girlfriend sounds very tempting...but, what about you and Alex? Are you two not still a couple?”

I shook my head as Mila laid down beside me and curled up at my side like a small puppy, her head resting on my lap. “No, I ended the relationship upstairs, before I came down here.”

“Oh, that's right! Because you stated that you did not like her anymore...” Mila gave her head a shake. “My sincerest apologizes, Emmerson.”

I shrugged and held her close. “Don't be. No harm done. But...you know...that does mean I am single...”

“I know...” she whispered. “and, I'm interested in being your woman, just...”

“Hey, I can handle us. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Promise?”

I smiled, and the sound of rain hitting the roof sounded throughout the house. “I swear it upon my life.”

Mila grinned, showing me those perfectly white teeth of hers again, and then adjusted her head so that it rested perfectly on my chest. Why a woman like her would fall in love with a damaged, messed up guy like me, I'll never know. I traced her side gently.

“Emmerson, how old are you?” she asked me.

“Nineteen. I'm one hundred years younger than you.” I stated, sounding a bit too much like a smart-ass, even for me.

Mila laughed and ran a hand over my arm gently. “No, technically you are three years older than I.”

I smirked as “Like You” by Evanescence came onto the radio, and I felt Mila shudder. I pulled the covers up over her and held her closer.

“Emmerson?” Mila asked.

I looked down at her. “Hmm?”

“If you are tired, you can head upstairs...if you wanted to...”

I shook my head. “Nah, I want to stay down here. Unless, you want me to leave...”

She shook her head and got closer so that she was half on my lap, half off my lap. “No, I was just saying.”

I smiled and rested my head against hers as we started falling asleep.