Vampire Love

Vampire Love Part 1

 John stood at the window, looking down at the rain-soaked street below. Bethany sat on the bed, crying quietly. The argument had been raging on for hours and he longed to just throw open the window and fly away into the bitterly cold night but he loved her and knew he couldn't leave until they had reached some sort of solution.

"If you really loved me, you wouldn't even hesitate!" Bethany screamed at him. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging a pillow tightly to her stomach. Her face was red and blotchy from crying for the past two hours.

John went over to her and put his arms around her. He loved how she felt in his arms. She was a large woman of nearly six feet tall which put at the same height as John. She was overweight by about a hundred pounds which made her soft and inviting much as the ladies had been in the days of his youth all those centuries ago. John had been so thrilled when the fitness craze of the eighties had given way to the obesity epidemic of modern times. He Just couldn't seem to find those thin, bony women attractive and his lfe was far too lonely for him to go without a feminine companion of some sort.

"You don't understand what you are asking, Bethany. This life is such a lonely one."

"But you and I would have each other. You would never have to wory about finding a new love again."

John didn't answer her. He didn't bother to tell her that he had never turned a human because it never ended well. Often it ended with the sire killing the newly turned. Unpredictable, and often unpleasant, personality traits often emerged when a person realized that they didn't have to worry about mortality any longer.

"Please, John,"Bethany pleaded. She could sense that he was weakening and she pressed her advantage by snuggling up to him and resting her head on his shoulder. "I only want to be with you. I don't want to die and leave you alone."

"It isn't a death sentence, Bethany. Yes, you have cancer but you are not dying."

"But I am dying. All of us mortals are dying. I am 35 years old. I have so little youth left and if I have to go through chemotherapy..." she stopped talking suddenly, overcome with fear at the thought of the fight for her life that lay before her.

"There is a reason I have never turned anyone, Bethany. Do you think you are the first to beg me? There have been literally hundreds."

Bethany pulled away from him and stared into his brilliant blue eyes with her soft brown ones. She brushed a lock of his wavy light brown hair from his face and ran her finger down his cheek, a move that always melted John.

"But aren't I special to you, John?"

Of course she was special to him. He loved her deeply but he had loved and lost many special women, knowing that it was ultimately better for them to die and never experience what his life was truly like.

He couldn't say it to her. He couldn't look into her eyes and tell her that she was just one of many, that he had loved before her and he would love again after she was gone.

"Bethany, you know you are so special. I've never met a woman as smart and funny and kind as you are."

Bethany was one of many loves but there was one thing that was very special about her. She was smart and could manipulate people like a champ. SHe didn't do it very often because she didn't like the way it made her feel but she was, at this moment, deeply afraid. So she stared into the eyes of the man that she had loved for the last twelve years of her life and said the most hurtful thing she could to him.

"If I had gone with a human man instead of being with you, I could have been a mother. Now that I have cancer and need this treatment my chance of ever being a mother is gone."

John just stared at her. He felt as if she had literally reached into his chest and was squeezing his heart as hard as she could. IF he had been capable of crying, he would have been bawling.

"We talked about that when I first told you who I really was. You made your choice."

"I know, John, but it is different now. Can't you see that? I might die. My mind can't stop seeing all the things that I might miss out on if I don't make it. I gave up the chance of being a mother to be with you but if I die you can't go with me, can you?"

"No," he answered softly.

"You don't know what happens to us after death either. Do you?"

"No."

"So you couldn't even comfort me with the knowledge of what would happen to me. For all I know, I am going to burn in Hell for all eternity. How is that worse than remaining on Earth with you?"

"Hell isn't real."

"Do you know that for sure? Have you met God or whoever runs the universe. Did you get it straight from Him, Her, It, whatever? You've been alive for hundreds of years, so long that you don't even remember and you know nothing of what happens to us after we die. And you are willing to let me go after 12 short years into that abyss, that nothingness when you could save me?"

She was screaming in his by now and he moved away from her. In all their time together, he had never seen her act like this.

She reached for him and pulled him back to her. She was hysterical by now and she kept screaming, "Save me! Please save me!" over and over again as the tears streamed down her face.

He might have been able to resist. He might yet have been able to do the right thing if she hadn't at that moment, been doubled over by a terrible coughing fit.

As he watched her face turning bright red and watched her struggling to catch her breath, he suddenly knew, with pefect clarity, that the treatments weren't going to work for her. He had seen enough of the dying to know that she was now one of them. He couldn't do it. He couldn't just watch her struggle. He reached out for her, intending to snap her neck and end her misery but at the last moment, with the thoughts of how lonely it would be before he could find someone knew running through his mind, he didn't do it. He didn't kill her. Instead, he found himself biting into her neck, replacing her clean human blood with his filthy tainted blood.

She cried out with joy, at first, but her cries soon turned to pain as her human body began to die and she was reborn, the first, last, and only of John's unholy children.

John had only vague memories of his own turning and had never witnessed someone's else's transformation before. He knew that he had done it only because of a moment of weakness. Her diagnosis had come out of the blue. He had not had time to watch other women to pick out a potential replacement for her. He just couldn't stand the idea of being in the world alone. Now he watched in horror as Bethany writhed on the floor, screaming and crying and groaning, sometimes thanking him and sometimes cursing him for what he had done to her.

The walls of their small apartment were quite thin and soon their neighbors on both sides were pounding on the walls and telling them to shut up.

"Knock it off with the kinky sex or I will call the cops," bellowed the old man who lived to their left.

In a panic, John scooped up his writhing love and carried her to the window. He would have to find a safer place for her.

As they flew through the sky, people below could hear the wild sound she was making but John used a fog to mask their movements as he took her to the nearby cave he used as a place to feed.