A familiar name has slipped off Calderon's tongue, “Macey...”
“Huh?” The girl looked nothing but fully shocked. Calderon has received a stern stare, and fear grew in him, thinking his eyes must still be red, and the girl has seen it.
His calm came back in a minute, though, when the girl asked, “How... how did you know my name?”
His brows furrowed. Macey could remember her name in the past life she had, or she still has the same name?
“Of course, I—”
“This is my first time in forever to have met you, Sir. How did you know my name?”
It struck him like a bolt of lightning. Same name, they have the same name. Different face and body, same name and soul. That was her destiny.
“You just... look like a Macey,” he gulped, then whispered, “My Macey.”
“Maybe because I am literally a Macey?”
“Your name, it is?”
“Macey Monreal, my birth name. So, yes, I am a Macey. Have you heard of me before? Perhaps you once visited the public library downtown to read and borrow some books?”
Macey Monreal.
Calderon was certain that the girl was his Macey Schmidt. He was confident that Macey is now back with the same name; Macey. This time, Macey Monreal.
“I... haven't heard of Monreal in forever, but I sure did with Macey. I... love reading books, but haven't been in the city's library. Didn't know one exists, too…”
The girl raised her brows and nodded enthusiastically at Calderon's answer, pleased at the response. He realized that Macey was amused and happy to hear the last sentence, about his love for reading books.
“Macey is quite a good name, I got it from my Mom. So, I'm not that surprised you appreciated it, Sir?”
“I am Calderon. Calderon Schmidt,” smiled Calderon as he lays out his hand.
When Macey has taken it, a spark was felt. Calderon is convinced by that time that she really was his Macey, the girl he met one thousand one hundred eight years ago, the girl he fell in love with three years before he was turned into the monster that he is now.
Macey flinched at the touch, and so did Calderon. The man's skin was cold, almost freezing. But Macey did try her best to keep the reaction to herself.
“By the way... it's nice meeting you today, Mr. Calderon Schmidt. I'm afraid I have to go now. I was in a hurry, you see. I even bumped into you because I wasn't able to look ahead out of rush.”
“Hurrying to where, anyway? I can give you a ride,” Calderon flashed a toothy, inviting smile, “take it as my apology for not being careful and dropping you, butt first.”
This might be his chance to get closer to Macey. He couldn't let this opportunity to slip off. A perfect self-control — that he always find himself with, whenever he is with Macey. The feeling of fullness and being complete — the things Macey always make him feel. It was her, and he would never let her go. No, not again.
“The library I work in is near. I have to be there ar ten.” Macey has sighed gladly, relieved that she wouldn't have to run more than five hundred meters to reach her workplace.
Macey's car was left in a nearby lot, broken and needs fixing. She had no choice but to run and chase her time, unable to find a passing taxi or bus that directs to her destination.
“Come with me. We'll reach the place faster by wheels. It's too late for a morning jog,” he lent his right hand to the girl, as if asking permission to dance.
Macey stared at the pale palm, her eyes were sparking questions as to why she was being treated like that.
Calderon shrugged, knowing full well that Macey was confused at his actions, he then gestured the girl to take it. Macey did grab his hand, though, although hesitating at first.
Calderon walked them both into the nearest parking, smiling when he still found his long-left La Voiture Noire that hasn't been used for weeks now.
“Come on, Macey. My car has survived weeks unattended. It wasn't hijacked,” he said, giggling in disbelief to see the Bugatti without even a single bruise and without any missing tires.
“Hello, are you serious?!” Calderon heard Macey gasp in shock right after she points the expensive car, a super luxurious one at that.
“Why?”
“That's your car?! It's a Bugatti!”
“And? What's the matter? You hate Bugattis?”
“How can you be this rich and just walk around that city's corner...”
“I'm not that wealthy. I just have a few billion dollars on the bank, nothing too big.”
Macey's jaw slacked.
He stared at the business card above his palm.Macey Hermione Monreal, a librarian in town.He chuckled in disbelief. Who would have thought that, just like the cliché and repetitive scenes in all the movies he has watched in his thousand years of existence, he will once experience bumping into a person while he walks in a street, feel a sudden connection, electricity against his skin, and recognize that someone as his past lover in only one eye lock?It was surreal, like a fairy tale, a thing he hasn't believed until it happened to him earlier that day. He felt like dreaming, and he didn't want to wake up from that sleep, not ever again.Before that night ended, only a few counts until dawn, he has found himself clicking on a phone. Macey's number.He has already memorized it in mind, afraid he might lose the only card he holds on to.When he was able to type
“Oh, Calderon?” “Macey, hello,” he waved awkwardly when Macey has noticed his presence almost as immediate as he has successfully stepped inside the large, wide, and silent library. “Who are you with?” “No one,” he smiled and then walked near the counter where Macey stands behind. “Just came here to find a novel or any interesting read, you see. Somewhere out here must hold treasure and greatness.” “Sure. Feel free to roam and take the most, please.” Calderon nodded. “I forgot to say this yesterday, but this is such a pretty library you manage. Nearly as pretty as you, but you are incomparable and prettier, of course.” Calderon's eyes have stopped on the news section under the shelf in his front. Just newspapers in the past years, monthly magazine issues, from different eras and generations. And he has reckoned those times in the past when only rich men could afford presses and printed materials. The world has changed in centur
Calderon has stayed in the library until seven in the evening.If he has patiently waited for over a millennium, a few hours more until Macey is free didn't feel so long.The time has run rather too quickly, though. He waited busily scanning shelves after shelves, picking covers that picks his interest, reading introductions if he likes them, and sitting back down at his table after having a stack in his arms.It has gone like that. He reads books while forcing himself to stay sane despite Macey's lingering scent and his rising thirst. While Macey welcomes visitors and instructs people, gives them library cards for borrowing, registers their names and contacts, and so on.When Macey has called Calderon's attention with a “Hey, we can leave now,” the man has stood up energetically and ran hastily to put the books back on their respective shelves.Calderon has to stop his breath again, so he wouldn't fall into the guilty pleasure of inhal
After the brief and sudden confession, the next thing Calderon knew is, they already arrived at Macey's apartment complex wight the girl's directions on where he should drive. Calderon was smiling while Macey tells him a funny story when she first got into the place, but his smile faded almost instantly upon seeing a sight of one man waiting in front of Macey's door. The stranger was holding a bouquet in his right hand and a bag of groceries on the left. “Who are you?” The man asked when they have come face to face. Macey remained silent and looked away in awkwardness. She didn't imagine she would be stuck in the middle of two towering men. She wasn't aware that Jace would pay her a visit that night, nor did the man tell her beforehand. “No, who are you?” Calderon asked back, biting his inner cheeks to contain himself. “Jace. Macey's suitor,” Jace replied with a challenging look on his face. “And you?” “Calderon.”
Thirst.Thirst is all Calderon can feel while his eyes glimmer in the dark. Deep crimson red, bloody and spooky.His fangs were sharp, his throat was dry, his pale hands cater a long set of fingernails that pierces through his pale skin, making a vent, but he couldn't care any less.He gulped. And then, he waited for the right timing before he jumps at his dinner, a whole buffet he could enjoy.When the girl he was eyeing has turned into the street's corner, he jumped down from a three-storey compound's roof. He fell with great balance and still good posture, his lightweight body landing like a feather on the wet ground.Yet another gulp. Thirsty, he knows full well that only human blood could satiate him right now.A few steps is all it took, and the random citizen vanishes into one dark alley at one strong pull of cold hands.“Wha… who are you? Don't… don't hurt me, please?” The girl pleaded, shaking, shudd
1111 years ago…When he was turned into a soulless evil, who lives with constant thirst to attack humans and suck on their blood, he went berserk.One night, he almost died from blood loss, a bullet has pierced his right chest. As the only way to save him, from an inevitable death, he was bitten.It only took near minutes until he wakes up again, with blazing red eyes like fire, with sharp and visible fangs, and claw like fingers. He was reborn.Seeking for something to drink to satiate his thirst and hunger that is almost killing, he immediately grabbed onto the nearest human he was able to see, biting on the neck and leaving a mark, sucking until one reaper arrives.They weren't able to stop him, even the Vampire who turned him has found them self beaten and wincing at the surprisingly strong impact.Four. He has counted. He has drained four innocent human bodies, and he's still on a nonstop rampage.When he looked up after t
Jarvy was a great acquaintance.The man knew the truth about Calderon, but he never freaked out and instead was so cool about it. He was amused instead, and has promised to keep it.If Jarvy betrays Calderon, it would only mean one thing; the death of his whole clan, even the innocent ones.Jarvy knew what Calderon was capable of. In less than an hour, the slaughter could be done by him, and no trace of the killer would be found. He also knew that he should be scared for his life because Calderon can lose it anytime with him. But Jarvy trusts the vampire enough.When the morning came, he has found himself standing in front of Jarvy while the latter smiles sweetly. He nervously gulped, and then took the small bottle against his lips. In one hard swallow, he has drunken all the cold liquid.His light-brown eyes has darted into Jarvy, who waits for his boss' reaction.“How about it?” Calderon asked nervously. “Will I be fine?&
“How were you certain that reincarnation is real?”“I've seen a few familiar people, I'm almost confident that they were the same soul I've met before. I even recognized my parents, just once… and they don't have a kid, ever. Maybe because… my soul is still here, stuck, unable to move into the afterlife, and go through the process of incarnation.”Jarvy blew the air he has refrained to let out in thirty seconds. “I wish you find her sooner or later, then.”“Hopefully,” Calderon beamed a smile. “Anyway, I might want to leave now. I should walk around, and the possibility to see her in the streets during broad daylight is high.”“Take care, Sir.”“Jarvy, I told you already that Calderon is fine. Call me just Cal,” Calderon mumbled like a whine before he has vanished from Jarvy's front.With his two hands inside the worn blazer's pocket, his feet s
After the brief and sudden confession, the next thing Calderon knew is, they already arrived at Macey's apartment complex wight the girl's directions on where he should drive. Calderon was smiling while Macey tells him a funny story when she first got into the place, but his smile faded almost instantly upon seeing a sight of one man waiting in front of Macey's door. The stranger was holding a bouquet in his right hand and a bag of groceries on the left. “Who are you?” The man asked when they have come face to face. Macey remained silent and looked away in awkwardness. She didn't imagine she would be stuck in the middle of two towering men. She wasn't aware that Jace would pay her a visit that night, nor did the man tell her beforehand. “No, who are you?” Calderon asked back, biting his inner cheeks to contain himself. “Jace. Macey's suitor,” Jace replied with a challenging look on his face. “And you?” “Calderon.”
Calderon has stayed in the library until seven in the evening.If he has patiently waited for over a millennium, a few hours more until Macey is free didn't feel so long.The time has run rather too quickly, though. He waited busily scanning shelves after shelves, picking covers that picks his interest, reading introductions if he likes them, and sitting back down at his table after having a stack in his arms.It has gone like that. He reads books while forcing himself to stay sane despite Macey's lingering scent and his rising thirst. While Macey welcomes visitors and instructs people, gives them library cards for borrowing, registers their names and contacts, and so on.When Macey has called Calderon's attention with a “Hey, we can leave now,” the man has stood up energetically and ran hastily to put the books back on their respective shelves.Calderon has to stop his breath again, so he wouldn't fall into the guilty pleasure of inhal
“Oh, Calderon?” “Macey, hello,” he waved awkwardly when Macey has noticed his presence almost as immediate as he has successfully stepped inside the large, wide, and silent library. “Who are you with?” “No one,” he smiled and then walked near the counter where Macey stands behind. “Just came here to find a novel or any interesting read, you see. Somewhere out here must hold treasure and greatness.” “Sure. Feel free to roam and take the most, please.” Calderon nodded. “I forgot to say this yesterday, but this is such a pretty library you manage. Nearly as pretty as you, but you are incomparable and prettier, of course.” Calderon's eyes have stopped on the news section under the shelf in his front. Just newspapers in the past years, monthly magazine issues, from different eras and generations. And he has reckoned those times in the past when only rich men could afford presses and printed materials. The world has changed in centur
He stared at the business card above his palm.Macey Hermione Monreal, a librarian in town.He chuckled in disbelief. Who would have thought that, just like the cliché and repetitive scenes in all the movies he has watched in his thousand years of existence, he will once experience bumping into a person while he walks in a street, feel a sudden connection, electricity against his skin, and recognize that someone as his past lover in only one eye lock?It was surreal, like a fairy tale, a thing he hasn't believed until it happened to him earlier that day. He felt like dreaming, and he didn't want to wake up from that sleep, not ever again.Before that night ended, only a few counts until dawn, he has found himself clicking on a phone. Macey's number.He has already memorized it in mind, afraid he might lose the only card he holds on to.When he was able to type
A familiar name has slipped off Calderon's tongue, “Macey...”“Huh?” The girl looked nothing but fully shocked. Calderon has received a stern stare, and fear grew in him, thinking his eyes must still be red, and the girl has seen it.His calm came back in a minute, though, when the girl asked, “How... how did you know my name?”His brows furrowed. Macey could remember her name in the past life she had, or she still has the same name?“Of course, I—”“This is my first time in forever to have met you, Sir. How did you know my name?”It struck him like a bolt of lightning. Same name, they have the same name. Different face and body, same name and soul. That was her destiny.“You just... look like a Macey,” he gulped, then whispered, “My Macey.”
“How were you certain that reincarnation is real?”“I've seen a few familiar people, I'm almost confident that they were the same soul I've met before. I even recognized my parents, just once… and they don't have a kid, ever. Maybe because… my soul is still here, stuck, unable to move into the afterlife, and go through the process of incarnation.”Jarvy blew the air he has refrained to let out in thirty seconds. “I wish you find her sooner or later, then.”“Hopefully,” Calderon beamed a smile. “Anyway, I might want to leave now. I should walk around, and the possibility to see her in the streets during broad daylight is high.”“Take care, Sir.”“Jarvy, I told you already that Calderon is fine. Call me just Cal,” Calderon mumbled like a whine before he has vanished from Jarvy's front.With his two hands inside the worn blazer's pocket, his feet s
Jarvy was a great acquaintance.The man knew the truth about Calderon, but he never freaked out and instead was so cool about it. He was amused instead, and has promised to keep it.If Jarvy betrays Calderon, it would only mean one thing; the death of his whole clan, even the innocent ones.Jarvy knew what Calderon was capable of. In less than an hour, the slaughter could be done by him, and no trace of the killer would be found. He also knew that he should be scared for his life because Calderon can lose it anytime with him. But Jarvy trusts the vampire enough.When the morning came, he has found himself standing in front of Jarvy while the latter smiles sweetly. He nervously gulped, and then took the small bottle against his lips. In one hard swallow, he has drunken all the cold liquid.His light-brown eyes has darted into Jarvy, who waits for his boss' reaction.“How about it?” Calderon asked nervously. “Will I be fine?&
1111 years ago…When he was turned into a soulless evil, who lives with constant thirst to attack humans and suck on their blood, he went berserk.One night, he almost died from blood loss, a bullet has pierced his right chest. As the only way to save him, from an inevitable death, he was bitten.It only took near minutes until he wakes up again, with blazing red eyes like fire, with sharp and visible fangs, and claw like fingers. He was reborn.Seeking for something to drink to satiate his thirst and hunger that is almost killing, he immediately grabbed onto the nearest human he was able to see, biting on the neck and leaving a mark, sucking until one reaper arrives.They weren't able to stop him, even the Vampire who turned him has found them self beaten and wincing at the surprisingly strong impact.Four. He has counted. He has drained four innocent human bodies, and he's still on a nonstop rampage.When he looked up after t
Thirst.Thirst is all Calderon can feel while his eyes glimmer in the dark. Deep crimson red, bloody and spooky.His fangs were sharp, his throat was dry, his pale hands cater a long set of fingernails that pierces through his pale skin, making a vent, but he couldn't care any less.He gulped. And then, he waited for the right timing before he jumps at his dinner, a whole buffet he could enjoy.When the girl he was eyeing has turned into the street's corner, he jumped down from a three-storey compound's roof. He fell with great balance and still good posture, his lightweight body landing like a feather on the wet ground.Yet another gulp. Thirsty, he knows full well that only human blood could satiate him right now.A few steps is all it took, and the random citizen vanishes into one dark alley at one strong pull of cold hands.“Wha… who are you? Don't… don't hurt me, please?” The girl pleaded, shaking, shudd