cpike.thelastvampire-第9部分

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u　so？　Why　would　you　want　a　wife　like　me？〃
　He　spoke　seriously。　〃I　have　wanted　you　for　years　now。〃
　I　turned　my　back　on　him。　〃If　you　want　me　so；　it　must　mean　you　care　about　me。　And　if　you　care　about　me；　then　leave　this　place。　Go　away　and　don't　e　back。　I　am　happy　with　my　life。〃
　I　felt　his　cold　hand　on　my　shoulder。　〃I　will　not　leave　you。〃
　〃Then　kill　me。　But　leave　my　husband　and　child　alone。〃
　His　grip　on　my　shoulder　tightened。　Truly；　I　realized；　he　was　as　strong　as　ten　men；　if　not　more。　If　I　cried　out；　Rama　would　be　dead　in　a　moment。　Pain　radiated　from　my　shoulder　into　the　rest　of　my　body；　and　I　was　forced　to　stoop。
　〃No；〃　he　said。　〃You　must　e　with　me。　It　was　destiny　that　you　were　there　that　night。　It　is　your　destiny　to　follow　me　now；　to　the　edge　of　night。〃
　〃The　edge　of　night？〃
　He　pulled　me　up　and　kissed　me　hard　on　the　lips。　Once　more　I　tasted　his　blood；　mixed　with　mine。　〃We　will　live　for　eternity；〃　he　swore。　〃Just　say　yes。　You　must　say　yes。〃　He　paused　and　glanced　at　my　house。　He　did　not　have　to　say　it　again；　I　understood　his　meaning。　I　was　beaten。
　〃Yes。〃
　He　hugged　me。　〃Do　you　love　me？〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃You　lie；　but　it　doesn't　matter。　You　will　love　me。　You　will　love　me　forever。〃
　He　picked　me　up　and　carried　me　away。　Into　the　dark　forest；　to　a　place　of　calm；　of　silence；　where　he　opened　his　veins　and　mine　with　his　nails；　and　pressed　our　arms　together；　and　held　them　such；　for　what　seemed　forever。　In　that　night　all　time　was　lost；　and　all　love　was　tainted。　He　spoke　to　me　as　he　changed　me；　but　it　was　with　words　I　did　not　understand；　the　sounds　yakshinis　must　make　when　they　mate　in　their　black　hells。　He　kissed　me　and　stroked　my　hair。
　Eventually；　the　power　of　his　transfusion　overwhelmed　my　body。　My　breathing；　my　heartbeat…　they　raced　faster　and　faster；　until　soon　they　chased　each　other；　until　I　began　to　scream；　like　one　dropped　into　a　boiling　pot　of　oil。　Yet；　this　I　did　not　understand；　and　still　do　not。　The　worst　of　the　agony　was　that　I　could　not　get　enough　of　it。　That　it　thrilled　me　more　than　the　love　any　mortal　could　give　to　me。　In　that　moment　Yaksha　became　my　lord；　and　I　cried　for　him　instead　of　for　Vishnu。　Even　as　the　race　of　my　breathing　and　heartbeat　collided　and　stopped。　Yes；　as　I　died　I　forgot　my　God。　I　chose　the　path　my　father　had　rejected。　Yes；　it　is　the　truth；　I　cursed　my　own　soul　by　my　own　choice　as　I　screamed　in　wicked　pleasure　and　embraced　the　son　of　the　devil。
　
　
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　The　expression　〃the　impatience　of　youth〃　is　silly。　The　longer　I　live；　the　more　impatient　I　bee。　True；　if　nothing　much　is　happening；　I　can　sit　perfectly　still　and　be　content。　Once　I　stayed　in　a　cave　for　six　months　and　had　only　the　blood　of　a　family　of　bats　to　dine　on。　But　as　the　centuries　have　gone　by；　I　want　what　I　want　immediately。　I　enter　into　relationships　swiftly。　Therefore；　in　my　mind；　I　already　consider　Ray　and　Seymour　friends；　although　we　have　just　met。
　Of　course；　I　often　end　friendships　as　quickly。
　It　is　Ray's　knocking　at　my　door　that　brings　me　out　of　my　rest。　How　does　a　vampire　sleep？　The　answer　is　simple。　Like　something　dead。　True；　I　often　dream　when　I　sleep；　but　they　are　usually　dreams　of　blood　and　pain。　Yet　the　dream　I　just　had；　of　Amba　and　Rama　and　Yaksha；　of　the　beginning；　is　the　one　I　find　the　most　painful。　The　pain　never　lessens　as　the　time　goes　by。　It　is　with　a　heavy　step　that　I　walk　from　the　bedroom　to　answer　the　front　door。
　Ray　has　changed　out　of　his　school　clothes　into　jeans　and　a　gray　sweatshirt。　It　is　ten　o'clock。　A　glance　at　Ray　tells　me　that　he　is　wondering　what　he　is　doing　at　my　house　after　dark。　This　girl　he　has　just　met。　This　girl　that　has　such　hypnotic　eyes。　If　he　wasn't　thinking　about　sex　before；　he　might　be　thinking　about　it　soon。
　〃Am　I　too　late？〃　he　asks。
　I　smile。　〃I'm　a　vampire。　I　stay　up　all　night。〃　I　step　aside　and　gesture。　〃Please　e　in；　and　please　forgive　the　bare　rooms。　As　I　said；　a　lot　of　the　furniture　is　still　in　the　garage。　The　moving　people　couldn't　get　into　the　house　when　they　came。〃
　Ray　glances　around　and　nods　his　approval。　〃You　said　your　parents　are　away？〃
　〃I　did　say　that；　yes。〃
　〃Where　are　they？〃
　〃Colorado。〃
　〃Where　did　you　live　in　Colorado？〃
　〃In　the　mountains；〃　I　say。　〃Would　you　like　something　to　drink？〃
　〃Sure。　What　do　you　have？〃
　〃Water。〃
　He　laughs。　〃Sounds　perfect。　As　long　as　you'll　join　me。〃
　〃Gladly。　I　might　have　a　bottle　of　wine　as　well。　Do　you　drink？〃
　〃I　have　a　beer　every　now　and　then。〃
　We　head　for　the　kitchen。　〃Wine　is　much　better；　red　wine。　Do　you　eat　meat？〃
　〃I'm　not　a　vegetarian；　if　that's　what　you　mean。　Why　do　you　ask？〃
　〃Just　wondering；〃　I　say。　He　is　so　darling；　it　is　hard　to　resist　nibbling　on　him。
　We　have　a　glass　of　wine　together；　standing　in　the　kitchen。　We　drink　to　world　peace。　Ray　is　anxious　to　get　to　work；　he　says。　He　is　just　anxious。　Alone　with　a　mortal；　my　aura　of　difference　is　greater。　Ray　knows　he　is　with　a　unique　female；　and　he　is　intrigued；　and　confused。　I　ask　how　Pat　is。　May　as　well　confront　his　confusion。
　〃Fine；〃　he　says。
　〃Did　you　tell　her　you　were　ing　to　visit　me？〃
　He　lowers　his　head。　He　feels　a　twinge　of　guilt；　but　no　more。　〃I　told　her　I　was　tired　and　wanted　to　go　to　bed。〃
　〃You　can　sleep　here　if　you　want。　Once　you　bring　in　the　beds。〃
　My　boldness　startles　him。　〃My　father　would　wonder　where　I　was。〃
　〃I　have　a　phone。　You　can　call　him。〃　I　add；　〃What　does　your　father　do？〃
　〃He's　a　private　detective。〃
　〃Sounds　glamorous。　Do　you　want　to　call　him？〃
　Ray　catches　my　eye。　I　catch　his　in　return。　He　doesn't　flinch　as　his　father　did　under　my　scrutiny。　Ray　is　strong　inside。
　〃Let's　see　how　it　goes　and　how　late　it　gets；〃　Ray　says　carefully。
　He　sets　to　work。　Soon　he　is　huffing　and　puffing。　I　help　him；　but　only　a　little。　Nevertheless；　he　ments　on　my　strength。　I　tell　him　how　I　befriended　Seymour　and　he　is　interested。　Apparently　Seymour　is　a　friend　of　his　as　well。
　〃He's　probably　the　smartest　guy　in　the　school；〃　Rays　says；　lugging　in　a　couple　of　dining　room　chairs。　〃He's　only　sixteen　years　old　and　he'll　be　graduating　in　June。〃
　〃He　told　me　he　likes　to　write；〃　I　say。
　〃He's　an　incredible　writer。　He　let　Pat　read　a　couple　of　his　short　stories；　and　she　gave　them　to　me。　They　were　real　dark；　but　beautiful。　One　was　about　what　goes　on　in　the　space　between　moments　of　time。　It　was　called　'The　Second　Hand。'　He　had　this　character　who　suddenly　begins　to　live　between　the　moments；　and　finds　that　there　is　more　going　on　there　than　in　normal　time。〃
　〃Sounds　interesting。　What　made　the　story　dark？〃
　〃The　guy　was　in　the　last　hour　of　his　life。　But　it　took　him　a　year　to　live　it。〃
　〃Did　the　guy　know　it　was　his　last　hour？〃
　Ray　hesitates。　He　must　know　Seymour　is　not　well。　〃I　don't　know；　Lara。〃
　He　has　not　used　my　name　before。　〃Call　me　Sita；〃　I　say；　surprising　myself。
　He　raises　an　eyebrow。　〃A　nickname？〃
　〃Sort　of。　My　father　used　to　call　me　that。〃
　Ray　is　alert　to　my　change　of　tone；　for　I　have　allowed　sadness　to　enter　my　voice。　Or　maybe　it　is　the　sound　of　longing；　which　is　different　from　sorrow。　No　one　I　have　cared　about　has　used　my　real　name　in　thousands　of　years。　I　think　how　nice　it　will　be　to　have　Ray　say　it。
　〃How　long　will　your　family　be　in　Colorado？〃　Ray　asks。
　〃I　lied。　My　father's　not　there。　He's　dead。〃
　〃I'm　sorry。〃
　〃I　was　thinking　about　him　before　you　came。〃　I　sigh。　〃He　died　a　long　time　ago。〃
　〃How　did　he　die？〃
　〃He　was　murdered。〃
　Ray　makes　a　face。　〃That　must　have　been　terrible　for　you。　I　know　if　anything　ever　happened　to　my　father；　I　would　be　devastated。　My　mother　left　us　when　I　was　five。〃
　I　swallow　thickly。　By　the　strength　of　my　reaction；　I　realize　how　involved　I　have　allowed　myself　to　bee　with　the　boy。　All　because　he　has　Rama's　eyes？　There　is　more　to　it　than　that。　He　also　has　Rama's　voice。　No；　not　his　accent　surely…the　average　person　would　have　said；　had　they　heard　them　together；　that　they　sounded　nothing　alike。　But　to　me；　with　my　vampire　ears；　the　subtle　aspects　of　their　voices　are　almost　identical。　The　silence　between　their　syllables。　It　was　Rama's　deep　silence　that　initially　attracted　me　to　him。
　〃You　must　be　very　close〃　is　all　I　can　say。　But　I　know　I　will　have　to　bring　up　the　father　again　soon。　I　want　in　that　office　tonight。　I　just　hope　I　mopped　up　every　drop　of　blood。　I　have　no　wish　to　be　with　Ray　when　he　learns　the　truth。
　If　he　ever　does。
　I　let　him　finish　bringing　in　the　furniture；　which　takes　him　a　couple　of　hours；　although　it　took　me　less　than　twenty　minutes　to　put　it　in　the　garage。　It　is　after　midnight。　I　offer　him　another　glass　of　wine…a　large　glass…and　he　drinks　it　down　quick。　He　is　thirsty；　as　I　am　thirsty。　I　want　his　blood；　I　want　his　body。　Blood　drinking　and　sex　are　not　that　separate　in　my　mind。　Yet　I　am　no　black　widow。　I　do　not　mate　and　kill。　But　the　urges；　the　lusts…they　sometimes　e　together。　But　I　don't　want　to　hurt　this　young　man；　I　don't　want　any　harm　to　befall　him。　Yet　just　by　being　with　me　his　chances　of　dying　are　much　greater。　I　have　only　to　think　of　my　history；　and　of　the　person　who　stalks　me　now。　I　watch　as　Ray　sets　down　his　empty　glass。
　〃I　should　get　home；〃　he　says。
　〃You　can't　drive。〃
　〃Why　not？〃
　〃You're　drunk。〃
　〃I'm　not　drunk。〃
　I　smile。　〃I　gave　you　enough　alcohol　to　make　you　drunk。　Face　it；　boy；　you're　trapped　here　for