*VICKY*One of the two men sitting in the smoking room had gray hair and looked to be about 50 years old, and his full muscles supported the collar of the suit. The other man, however, was the complete opposite. There was something different about them—a glow almost. Although he looked about the same age, he had much less hair, and his wrinkles intensified when he smiled in our direction.The two men rose to greet Markus as soon as they saw him, and they even considerately extinguished the cigars in their hands."Markus, it's wonderful to see you again," the first man began. "Thank you for having us featured in your gallery this evening. I know my grandfather would have dutifully appreciated it.""Oh, your grandfather was only one of my closest artist companions, Devin. It's the least I could do—especially with the talent that runs in those veins." Markus then turned to look at me. "The steel sculptures out in the entrance; they're only some of Devin's newest pieces. Beautifully create
*VICKY*There was no right or wrong in a relationship. There was only mutual accommodation, tolerance, and trust. However, as the saying goes, it's easier said than done and after establishing a relationship, it takes the willpower of both individuals to keep the momentum going.As is evident, I still had a lot to learn in this matter and I had never been slapped so hard in the face by reality, as I was now. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him helplessly."Leon…what're you doing here?" My voice was raspy and disjointed, and his name almost came out like a whisper."I'm sorry for just showing up…I didn't know when the exhibition ended, but I see now…" He looked around the space at the dimmed lights and the bare walls. "I won't take up much of your time, but I needed to talk to you." His eyes were focused on me, but darted to Markus the second he coughed. "I think I'll give you two some space…" Markus stated awkwardly. "Make sure you lock up?" He tossed me a set of key
*VICKY*Things had become desperately out of hand. As I stood in the middle of the darkened and desolate streets of Newtons City with Leon's hands wrapped around my waist and my lips moving in the same rhythm as his, I could feel the passion swelling inside of me. His scent was enveloping me, and I could tell by the grip on me that he could feel the immediate relaxation that this moment brought both of our souls.I pressed myself harder into him, pushing my lips into his and getting as close as possible. He returned my eagerness, moving his hand up to my face and holding it firmly in place as he held onto me, like I was never leaving him again.Then, the kisses slowed and he broke our connection briefly, only to lean back in and kiss my cheek, and my lips once more. My heart began to race again. "There is nothing I want more than this," he murmured against my mouth. "But we shouldn't really do this in the middle of the street. We might get charged with indecency." I stopped an
*VICKY*Had I heard him right? Was he actually asking me this? He kissed my neck, and breathed me in. The aroma of his heightened Blood Perfume and sex spun around us, and I was scared I had let my emotions get the better of me."W-what?" I asked, still high from the pleasure he was still giving me, mixed with pure surprise. "Bond with me," he repeated, this time through continued kisses.Even though it killed me to stop, I pulled myself away from him and turned to look at him. I didn't want the moment to end, but I needed to ensure that he knew what he was asking."Leon…" "Vicky, don't question it. I'm asking you…" His hand reached up to hold my face and I could see in his eyes just how serious he was. "I want this." "But if I do this…" I began. "Your whole life will change…you'll be granted eternal life, you'll have to come up with a new alias every hundred years…""None of that sounds so bad," he said, nuzzling himself into my neck. "Not now…but trust me, after your fir
*VICKY*The next evening, I stood in front of my bedroom mirror and gazed at myself. My pale skin contrasted beautifully against the navy blue evening gown Leon had purchased the day before. I topped it off with some long black earrings and a black clutch bag that I had thrifted in Newtons City as a 'just in case' accessory.I looked stunning; to the human eye, even moreso. But I couldn't stop thinking about the box lying in my living room from Markus. After opening it, I couldn't bring myself to move it. Instead of facing my problems head on, I decided to leave it and go about my daily tasks. Except, everytime I returned home, it was there, like a constant reminder of my past melding with my future.God, why now? Talk about ill timing. It was like a consistent reminder that Leon's life was in danger, and now that we were bonded, whoever was after him, would have even more incentive to attack. I needed to get to the bottom of it before it was too late—but there was still that part o
*LEON*I could remember watching romantic comedies with old girlfriends as a late teenager and even as a young adult in my twenties, thinking how absurd it was that a man or woman would give up their entire life—whether that be their well-paying job, their dreams, or their life of solitude—for that special someone. To me, it was a state of insanity. But now. Now here I sat, in my office, feeling entirely different than even a few days ago. I had given up my entire life for someone. I was bonded, and as I looked out my office door window, I smiled as I saw Vicky working away on some dish I had no doubt was incredible. The way she moved, with such purpose and confidence. It never ceased to amaze me. She never ceased to amaze me. To be honest, ever since we bonded…I had this overwhelming desire to take it a step further. She had told me that, eventually, I'd be granted eternal life. This prospect didn't scare me or intrigue me in the slightest, as it would most. But it did get me thi
*LEON*When the appointed time came, I arrived outside of a small shop. The sign attached was an old flip sign that read 'closed', but I knew better. I put a hand on the door and pressed it open. For some reason, I was very nervous, moving the journal in my hand to the other. I knew to anyone outside of myself that this looked shifty, but she wasn't telling me what was going on and clearly wasn't going to.Despite only knowing Vicky for a short period of time, I knew her, and now that we were bonded, that familiarity grew. I don't know how, but I could tell something was off, and I needed to figure it out. If I could help her in any way…"We're closed!" a voice bellowed. Two seconds later, it was accompanied by a short, elderly man with grey hair wearing a pair of glasses around his neck. "Oh, Leon, my boy. I thought you were a customer." "I'm not a customer?" I joked, approaching the wooden counter. "You've been visiting me every month since you were fresh out of high school.
*VICKY*The rain smashed against the overhang, making a resounding boom through the city while we waited for Leon's car to be brought around and my cab to arrive. "So, what'd you think of the movie?" I asked, looking at Leon, wrapping my jacket tighter around my body to shield myself from the cold. "It was…different."I tilted my head. "Are you okay? You were quiet during the movie and haven't really spoken since." "Yeah, just a lot on my mind." "Is there something I can do to help?" Leon shook his head. "No." I observed him as he stood, staring across the street into the darkness ahead. Something told me that something was off with him, only I had no idea what. "Can you stop staring at me?" he snapped. I was taken aback by his sudden change in tone and inability to look me directly in the eye. "I-I was just trying to make sure you—""That I what?" This time, he locked eyes with me, and they were almost pitch black. "That I found out the truth?" I swore my heart