“Oh man, I wish we could turn into bats like in the movies. That would make things a lot easier.”
Max leaned against the kitchen counter listening to his friend Pierce. It had been a rough night for the hunters of shadows – the Vampires who were dedicated to keeping their world safe for both Vampires and those they lived among.
“Do you think she’ll be alright? I didn’t say anything in the car. You know how sensitive she is.”
Max poured himself another glass of wine. “She’ll be fine, eventually. I’ve seen her through worse. Mehitabel has seen herself through worse.”
“Mehitabel won’t tell you if anything is wrong. Come on Max, she took on…” Peirce paused.
“A fallen angel. Sure, and some people call us fallen angels. They have no idea. We’re just physically different. The fallen angels are pure evil.”
“So is the poison that entered our friend, your lover.”
“We’re just friends.”
“Bullshit Max. That is total and complete bullshit.”
The sound of the shower upstairs turned off. Max put down his glass and went to check on his friend.
Mehitabel sat on his bed, her hair dark and wet around her shoulders. She wore one of his robes, a burgundy colored brushed silk.
“Hey, how do you feel?” he said stepping close putting his hand on her cool cheek.
“Not good. Sort of weird, like someone broke my heart, but I don’t know how or why or who. It wasn’t him.”
Max started to pull the robe open.
“Not tonight Max. Please I don’t want to have sex with you or anyone right now, alright.”
“Mehitabel, I don’t want to… I… just let me look.” He pulled open the robe to see the large gash going from the top of her left shoulder down her arm almost to her elbow. The ugly wound had sealed but it was far from being healed. She winced as he touched it. An ugly blackness outlined the edges of the tear.
He put his hand over the wound. At first she tried to pull away but as he whispered words in an ancient language of their people the pain started to leave her arm. Then he bent over and kissed her shoulder. The blackness turned to a pale red. “I came to give, not to take.”
Tears filled her eyes as she lay back on the bed. Max lay next to her and put his arms around her. “Sleep. It is the best thing you can do. I’ll be up later. Nothing can hurt you here, not while Pierce and I are with you.”
Downstairs Pierce had turned on the TV. “Giants lost today. How is she?”
“Not good. I’m going to sleep with her tonight. Just sleep and be there.”
Max and Pierce stayed up to watch ESPN to get their minds off of the past 48 hours.
Mehitabel lay in bed, her fangs ready as she looked out at the creature standing on the window ledge. “You cannot hurt me here. You cannot have me.”
It looked like a man, but she could see the flicker of the forked tail in the dark and the fold of leathery wings above his shoulders.
He smiled an angelic smile of pure bliss and beauty, then mouthed the words, “You’re mine. You. Are. Mine.”
At the sound of the door opening the dark being vanished. Max crawled under the covers bedside her. “Just because, just because we’re the way we are, and because I can’t give you… it doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
She didn’t respond. She was too busy watching and waiting as she looked into the darkness outside the window.