by Dalia Wright
“I don’t get it. I mean, I get it.” She hadn’t needed to see the fangs to believe him. “But… all of this. Why are you showing me? Shouldn’t someone be trying to kill you for showing me this? Are you supposed to be hiding?”
“Not from you.”
Becky didn’t like that. She didn’t like that one bit.
“Well what the fuck is so special about me?” She snapped.
Darian closed the distance between them and sat down. He reached out and took her hand in his, his cold fingers brushing over hers. A shiver ran down her spine. She tried not to let it show.
“I don’t know.” He whispered. “I just… have this… pull to you. And clearly you have it too.”
Becky raised her eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“You came to me in that dream last night.”
“So?”
“So you don’t just project to people if they don’t mean anything to you, and you sure as shit don’t find them in 1949.”
“No, but you found me, didn’t you?”
“No Becky. I didn’t. I wasn’t expecting you to find me at all… I wasn’t expecting you.”
“What do you mean?”
Darian bit his lip. It reminded Becky of the glow in his eyes earlier. Her heart skipped a beat.
“There is a lot to take in, but I’ll try to start with the basics.” His hand moved from hers to the grass, running his fingers through it.
Becky sat there totally still as she watched him, her fingers still clutched the knife tightly.
“First, I’m much older than I look.” He gave a soft smile. “I’ve been around for a very long time, and it is my job to… make sure some things stay the same in history.”
“What?” Becky’s brow furrowed.
“You don’t think Hitler lived all those years just by luck, do you?”
Becky’s jaw dropped. “You… you saved him?”
“Personally? No, but an associate of mine has. I’ve handled other situations. You have to understand… while we’ve suffered loss that no one can ever put into words as a human race, there are some things that can’t be changed. Saving just one person from The Witch Trials could change the course of the whole world.”
“So that’s your choice to make?” Becky snapped. “Who are you to decide who lives and dies?”
“I didn’t. I don’t.”
Darian paused. He looked up at the night sky, laying down as he let out a soft sigh.
“Then-”
“Fate has already worked her hand. It is my job to make sure that she doesn’t have to keep coming back and correcting everything. It’s my job to make sure that people don’t play with the past. The past is there for a reason, and it is not meant to be changed, Becky.”
“So… you’re a vampire and it’s your job to make sure no one kills Hitler?”
Becky couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She tried to wrap her head around it. She’d said she would give him the benefit of the doubt. She was trying.
Darian laughed softly. “I told you, I haven’t saved him. But there… are some downsides to working for Fate.” He made it sound like it was a person. “She… didn’t know what she was doing.”
“She?”
“Yes. You didn’t think Fate was a man, did you?” He raised an eyebrow. But he didn’t wait for Becky to respond. “She needed help, so she sought out her sister- the queen of the vampires.”
Becky’s mind raced. Some said Lilith was the queen of the vampires. That she had been before Eve in the garden, but she had been too dominate. She had been banished, and Eve brought in.
“Lilith?” She asked tentatively.
They’d just studied it a couple weeks ago for class, she knew it wasn’t an old theory. Not as old as it should be.
“No. That isn’t true.” Darian said. “No, we do not know her creation, but we do know that she is not Lilith. Her name is not something anyone can speak now. We simply call her The Queen. She was Fate’s sister. She created something that could help Fate as a gift, after seeing humans play with the magic. They tampered with fate. They tried to take advantage of. Fate cried, she was so heart broken, so The Queen created something that could live longer, move faster, and even lived by killing those humans who would destroy Fate’s hard work.”
Becky swallowed dryly. She could feel a bead of sweat run down her back.
“And now, here I am. I am what The Queen created. I do Fate’s bidding, but the more of us created the longer it takes.”
“Wait, so all vampires can time travel?”
“Maybe. Depends on if they were taught. Most of them are not taught. Most of the vampires do not need to, there are so few humans who try to tamper with Fate these days. So few even believe she is there. Most vampires live their lives normally these days.”
Chapter
It was all so much. Becky tried to process everything. She tried not to let it get to her but as she sat on the ground she could feel her body not wanting to react. She was limp.
“Here.” Darian reached into his backpack and pulled something out. “I should have fed you before now. I’m sorry.”
Becky took a candy bar from him and tore into it.
“The traveling can take a toll on anyone who does it.”
“What about you?”
“I will eat later.”
Becky’s stomach turned as she realized what he meant. “You mean, someone?”
“No. I don’t eat people…. Just from them.”
He said that like it made everything okay.
Becky thought she might puke as she stared down at the candy bar in her hand. Suddenly she had no intention to eat. She couldn’t bring herself to even open it.
She’d thought he was nice.
“So, I’, guessing it’s true; vampires only care about one thing from humans.” She spat the words.
“I have limited choices.” Darian spoke softly. If she had thought vampires could blush she would say he might have been. “Do you mean to tell me that a deer or a dog is any less important than a person?”
Becky opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything. Did she?
“Humans are the only ones who sin because they want to. A wolf will kill to save themselves, a human will kill because they find pleasure in it.” Becky swallowed dryly. “I don’t kill.” He sounded offended when he said it. “But I will not pretend that animals are less deserving of life than humans. I feed off those willing to feed me, and if I cannot find someone I make a stop to a blood bank, which is a last resort because I’d rather not have someone die because I like Type A-”
Fine he made a point.
Becky stared down at the chocolate bar and opened it. She took a bite and focused on chewing.
“I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?” She asked through a mouthful of food.
“Where do you want to go?”
Becky mulled it over. She took another bite, the candy was good for her. She could already feel herself feeling a little better.
“I’d like to go to the old west, can you do that?”
“Of course.” He laughed softly. “Though we’ll have to change when we get there.” His eyes locked on her.
He moved without Becky even realizing it. His lips touched hers. She stared at him blankly.
“I want you to experience all the joys of traveling.” He whispered.
He stood and held his hand out to her. Becky took it without hesitation. Darian took the candy bar from her and stuffed it into his pocket. He pulled her close to him, his cold fingers wrapping around her.
“Ready?”
She nodded.
Everything spun around them, but this time she was ready for it. She didn’t want to puke as badly, and when everything stopped spinning she didn’t fall over.
It was still night, and the ground was still dirt, but she could tell they weren’t where they had been. It was gorgeous. The stars were up in the sky, there were millions of them.
Darian pull
ed away. He stumbled over his own legs.
“Are you okay?”
Even with only the light of the moon Becky could tell he didn’t look good. She reached out and grabbed him, pulling him close to her.
“Hey, hey.” She whispered.
“I…” He took a deep breath.
“What?”
“We need to get somewhere…”
Becky nodded. She didn’t need him to tell her anything else. They needed to get out of the street. She was wearing a kimono. If someone say them… god knows what would happen.
Becky guided him down the street, between buildings. She looked around. All the lights in the houses were off around them, if they even had lights. Candles or gas lanterns. She thought.
She couldn't believe this was actually happening.
Darian’s fingers tightened around her wrist, pulling her close to him. “I’m not used to being saved.” He whispered softly.
“You’re not in good shape, are you?”
“I don’t often travel so much in such little time.”
Becky’s heart skipped a beat. “You… you need to eat, don’t you.”
“I’ll find something in a couple seconds. I just… need a few to regain myself.”
“No.” Becky cleared her throat, she pulled away from him knowing full well that he allowed her to, or maybe he was just that weak.. “You… you don’t need to find something.”
He was weak, he’d needed her help. He lifted her wrist to him.
Darian stared at her, his eyes locking on hers.
The hunger overwhelmed him. He couldn’t take it much longer. He took a deep breath and tried to force it down. “I can’t.”
“Just do it.” She snapped. “Before I realize how crazy this is.”
Darian took her wrist in his hand, he couldn’t let her get away from him. The predator took over. Pain.
He let out a soft gasp, his eyes rolling back as he pulled her warm body against his.
Becky’s heart raced. She’d been stupid, she knew that. She closed his eyes as a hand covered her mouth. He was just making sure he didn’t draw attention to her. She knew that but it didn’t make her feel better. His teeth sunk into her forearm. She gasped, her eyes rolling back. It didn’t hurt like she thought it would. No, it felt okay.
It didn’t hurt.
Darian pulled away from her after a couple of seconds.
She kept her eyes shut as she took a deep breath. She heard something tear and felt fabric wrap around her forearm.
She opened her eyes and stared down at it. “Thank you.”
He gave her a soft smile. “I want to show you something.” He took her hand and pulled her along with him, not seeming to care if anyone saw them.
“You saved me.” He said. “If someone had come across us with the state I was in, I’m not sure I could have fed and not killed.”
“You didn’t kill me.”
“That’s because it’s you.” Becky’s brow furrowed. “Fate would never allow me to kill someone I’m bound to.”
Becky’s heart skipped a beat. They came to a stop just outside of the town and he turned around, so did Becky. It was no more than 20 buildings, out in the middle of nowhere.
“Wow…” She whispered. She took everything in.
“This is the beauty of life. And I have the honor to see every stage of it.” He sounded proud. “I know you may not believe me.”
“No, I do.” How could she deny it?
“I’d like to bring you with me, forever.”
“You mean… you want…” Before she could say it his lips crashed against hers. Cold but full of passion. That wasn’t what she noticed. Copper slipped into her mouth.
She pulled away from him, her hand covering her mouth.
“It’s started now. It can take as long as you want, but with every time it becomes more and more permanent.” He said. “I take a little, and I give an even smaller amount in return.”
“And what? We travel the world together?”
“Yes. That is what Fate has decided for you.”
But what did that mean? What would she have to give up?
“My family…”
“I can take you back to them without you losing a single day, even if it’s been years.”
Becky stared out at the small town in front of them. She could walk over to the tavern and she could go buy a drink. Who in their right mind would give that up? Who in their right mind would go back to a normal life?
“So… what do you say?”
“I need to be home in time to write an essay tonight.” She said, a soft smile spreading over her lips.
***The End***
A Secret Love in Paradise
By: Elaine Young
“You know the risks.” Deatt said.
Ruth bit her lip listening. She knew they didn’t really have much say in the choice but she wanted to know what would be happening.
She glanced over at her little sister, she looked like she was about to cry. Would she cry if they went or if they didn’t?
Ruth watched everything unfold unsure of how she should feel. After all, it was her grandma- Ruth should be willing to do anything to see her right? But... This is home. She thought.
This was their Maemmi that they were talking about here- but it was also their community. Their life.
What would happen if they went to see her and were no longer welcome back? Katie.
Ruth's stomach turned. What if she never saw her best friend again? Would she be able to live with that?
Where would they even live. With Maemmi. It was the rational answer, but that didn't mean she liked it.
"She's your Maemm." Ruth's own mother reminded him.
"She made her choice."
It was just four words, but it was enough to silence everyone. For a split second it didn't even feel like people were breathing.
Ruth's sister still fought back tears. Mary was a few years younger. At the age of 12 Mary had already decided her life ahead of her, something Ruth wished she could say for herself. Maemmi had been shunned years ago. Ruth and her family were in good standing, but if people found out they were even considering going to see her the entire family could be shunned.
Ruth stood.
She paced over to the oven and opened it a crack to peek on dinner. She grabbed a towel and opened the oven fully, pulling out the dinner and placing it on the top of the wood stove.
She left the oven door open a crack to let the warmth seep out into the cool house.
The rest of the family watched as she dished out servings to everyone, and carried them over to the table, careful not to drop any plates. They all sat down and closed their eyes- readying themselves for prayer.
Ruth knew that no matter what, Gott would lead them to the right way in their choices. And for that she was thankful.
The next morning, they woke earlier than most. The family packed quickly and Ruth’s father headed out with the bags; four. One for each of them. Although they were small there would be enough for them.
“Where is he going?” Mary asked Ruth with a whimper.
“To load the truck.” Ruth’s mother answered.
Truck?
Then it all sank in. They were going to see Maemmi. That is why they were leaving so early. But deatt doesn’t have a truck. Cars and trucks were not regarded highly in the community. While some communities didn’t see anything wrong with a few Englisher accessories the one Ruth was part of did their best to keep the community free from Englisher amenities. Aside from a few farmers, no one had Englisher amenities.
“John is taking us.” Ruth said.
John lived beside them. As a farmer, who sold at the farmer’s markets, he had to have a truck in order to provide. Ruth’s mother smiled faintly, as if pleased Ruth had figured it out.
“Nee, Joshua is.”
Ruth’s heart skipped a beat.
John’s son was a year older than her. And at 20, was still unmarried. He worked on the far
m with his father, and often helped at the farmers markets- which meant he knew how to drive as well.
“What did you tell them? Mary asked. Her voice broke. “If they know-”
“They understand.”
Their mother turned away from them, as if she was hiding something from them.
Mary broke. She let out a whimper as tears rolled down her cheeks. “We’re going to be shunned.” She wailed.
“Hush.” Ruth stepped towards her sister quickly. “Nee, we won’t. No one will even notice us gone for a day.” Ruth’s arms wrapped around her sister. She was not sure that her words were true, but she did not want her sister worrying about such things.
“What about Adam?” Her sister pulled away, wiping tears away from her eyes. “What will he say if he finds out? What will his parents say?
Adam and Mary were the same age, and despite the fact they were young it was clear to everyone that they would marry when they were of age.
“They won’t find out.” Ruth assured her sister. “Gott has a plan.” She spoke softly.
Mary’s bottom lip stiffened. She nodded.
“Jah, you’re right.” She wiped away what was left of her tears and she took a deep breath as their father stepped back into the house.
“Ready?”
Everyone nodded and headed for the door. When they stepped outside there was a big white truck waiting for them.
Ruth had seen it many times, but she had never ridden in it- despite the fact Joshua had offered a couple of times.
Joshua sat in the driver’s seat as they made their way over. Ruth’s father sat in the front seat with Joshua and along with her mother and Mary, Ruth climbed into the back seat.
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked around her. The truck had far more space than she ever would have thought, though in the dark she couldn’t see much around her.
The drive took them most of the day, during which no one spoke much, everyone seemed solemn, and Ruth couldn’t help worrying that they would all be shunned. I love the community… and Katie… even Joshua… if they were shunned she did not know how she could react- but poor Mary. She had already decided that her life would be there. What happened if people found out about her?
