I stop again to make sure I haven’t been followed. As nonchalantly as I can in the middle of a forest, I stoop to tie my still laced shoes and look around. The moonlight isn’t necessary for me to see, but it provides some lovely mood lighting.
Closing my eyes before I stand again, I listen to the night sounds. Somewhere nearby, an owl hoots his displeasure at the intrusion into his territory. A possum skitters across the path in search of food dropped by a careless hiker. A few miles away, there are still one or two cars on the road. Probably people coming home from the night shift, on the way to a cold beer, a hot bed, and the oblivion of sleep.
The hair on the back of my neck rises, and I’m afraid I’ve waited too long. Stepping off the well-worn trail, I make my way deeper into the woods. The clearing is just ahead, and I can see that he’s already there. Waiting for me.
His tall frame is silhouetted in the light that shines through the trees, but I can see his beautiful face well enough. Not that I’d need light to know what he looks like. I could pick him out of the New Year’s Eve crowd in Times Square.
His sandy blond hair is disheveled – probably from running his hands through it over and over again – and he’s unshaven. I can already imagine how his scruffy cheeks will feel against me and a shiver runs involuntarily down my spine.
Two hundred years ago, I might have been afraid to look silly by running to him. Jumping in his arms. Covering his face with my kisses. But time has a way of making you realize that love is far more important than looking cool, and we have spent too much of it apart.
As I come closer I can see his eyes light up. His arms spread wide, inviting me to throw myself into them and I do so without abandon. He’s powerful enough that I won’t knock him over with my speed or crush him with my strength and I wonder how I ever thought he could’ve remained human before he takes my lips with his in a soul-searing kiss.
My fingers tangle in his hair as his arms wrap around me, pulling my body against his. I lose myself in his touch, needing nothing more than to just be with him. But our time is short, and being out on a full moon is never advisable for those of our kind.
Tonight, we make our escape and we embrace our destinies. My sire will be less than pleased, but as long as I’m with Ric, I don’t care about the consequences. My time with him will be worth it.
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