Javier laugh was bitter with irony. “Tell me mon cher, isn’t this what you wanted? To be free of his spell? Don’t tell me you are sorry about this turn of events. For years you’ve fought against him and his call.”
“He was my maker.” Were those tears gathering in the corners of her eyes? She placed her palms over her eyes and looked down in wonder at the wetness on her skin.
“He made others…” Javier rose in disgust from his perch beside her and stalked across the room. He stood facing the window where the eastern sky showed the first hints of the coming dawn. Instinctively, Alyssa felt the desire to seek cover and wondered how long he would stand there, taunting the certain sunrise. Finally, when she was sure she could stand no more he whirled and punched the remote that lowered the thick coverings that kept the light out and kept them safe. “Yet you were the only one who answered his call.”
The girl moaned in her sleep. The things Javier said were too personal to speak of in front of a stranger, even if the stranger was nothing more than a food source. They should get her back on the street and glamour her so that she could not disclose the location of Javier’s den. Javier realized it also and tossed her over his shoulder without regard to her state.
Alyssa watched him go, silent with her memories of Elan. She thought there would be time. They were immortal were they not? How could he be gone when she never had a chance to tell him how she felt? That she’d known, even before he changed her, that they were connected. He did not have to glamour her, or even seduce her. Sure, she told Javier it was a one night stand gone bad, even as she tried many times to convince herself.
Her mind raced back to that night, thirty nine years ago. To the first time she saw him. Tall, blonde, with skin as pale as moonlight. The Doors were playing, riffing Light My Fire into something mystical and magical. She saw him across the crowd, felt his eyes upon her as she danced, just a little bit high from the weed she’d smoked in the back of the van before the concert. He had this little half smile on his face and seemed content just to watch her.
The crowd faded away when she saw him and she felt the pull of their souls. She knew him, from another time, another place, even another dimension perhaps. Their souls recognized each other. She saw it in the slight flaring of his nostrils, in the dark center of his pale blue eyes. These things she saw and knew even though he stood across the crowd, with his arms crossed, watching her; casually cool in his leather jacket, boots and jeans. He stood out among the hippie clad gang and possessed the same level of cool that had them all worshiping at Jim Morrison’s feet.
Did he glamour her that night? He swore that he did not. Still she made her way across the arena, gracefully dodging the drunken staggers of other concert goers until she stood before him. She had a flower in her hair and he plucked it from her strands and threw it to the ground.
“It pales by comparison,” he said. He was right. It did. He showed her true beauty that night, before he changed her. He changed her because he was selfish, or so he claimed every time he called out to her.
Was it guilt that made him want her to hate him? She knew he felt the connection as she did the first time they were together. Why else would he change her when every other victim he sent on their way with nothing more than a healing wound and a vague memory? Yet he scoffed at her, tortured her with lust until her body, so sensitized, screamed at the merest touch. Even when he laughed and pretended that he did not care, his eyes, beautifully pale when he was sated, betrayed him. When he thought she was not looking.
How could they have taken his heart when it was supposed to belong to her?
“Why?’ she asked Javier when he returned.
“Exactly.” He leaned against the door jam, joyfully turning her words. “Why did they want your tongue? I admit it is very talented, or so I have heard. But why did they take Elan’s heart since he was not rumored to posses one. What use could they have for such an empty vessel?”
Alyssa was surprised by his tone. Javier seemed bitter, or was it jealousy over her allegiance to Elan simmering beneath his usual calm demeanor? He shook his head as if he could not believe what he heard coming from his mouth either. “What else was it you heard?”
“Blood, heart, brains, eyes, tongue.”
“Sounds like they’re building some…” Javier shivered delicately. “one.”
“Or something.”
“What were they?” They’d been surreal, almost as if they were on a different plane. They could not be touched, yet they’d reacted to the silver of Javier’s sword.
“Disgusting things. Demons I suppose.”
“Javier. What about Elan’s body? You didn’t just leave it there. Or were you hoping the sun would take care of it.”
“Don’t worry, mon cher. I made sure he wouldn’t just turn to dust and blow away.” He grinned, back to his usual charming self. “I always like that song. Dust In The Wind.”
“Where is he? I want to see him.”
“One last kiss for old time’s sake?”
“Javier!” Oh how he loved to tease her. “Where is he?”
“You are a stubborn one aren’t you?”
“You know I am. It’s why you love me.”
“Haven’t you heard?” Javier sauntered to the bed, sat down beside her, took her hand in his. He kept his eyes on their hands as he wove his fingers through hers, holding them together, palm against palm. “We are incapable of love.”
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