Warmth
(an Austin and Elizabeth Story)
“Your hand is cold.”
Austin always said that. He couldn’t help it. It was a reflex from years of holding hands with women who had warm hands. Warm hands and cold hearts.
Elizabeth smiled and lifted his hand to her cool lips. “I love you,” she said quietly, almost a whisper.
“Love you too,” he said. Then he his lips found hers. Suddenly a thought his his brain. She’d been alive for almost two hundred years. She’d been dead for almost that long. Well, sort of dead. Kind of dead and then alive again. Loving a Vampire was weird to say the least.
She’d started to wear socks to bed when Austin spent the night least she wake him with cold feet. But then he told her no. He wanted her to be who she was.
Still, he couldn’t help but check his neck in the mirror in the mornings for marks, or his wrists. He couldn’t help but overhear her on the phone with her friends, with a sweet laugh as she talked about meeting up for a hunt. She’d turn away or take her phone outside.
She’d once asked him, “Why do you hunt us. We don’t hurt anyone.”
He couldn’t answer honestly. He hunted the ones who could hurt, would hurt, or did hurt. Austin let the other alone. In this age of being away of the differences of others he had learned, that even when dealing with Vampires and god only knows what other kind of weird things were out there he had to take everyone on an individual basis. Well, almost everyone.
They cuddled on the couch under a blanket, with a bottle of wine, as they watched Crazy Rich Asians.
He kissed her cheek. It seemed a little warm. Maybe. Sort of. It didn’t matter.
~ end
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