by David Weaver
She looked at Marvin and tried to read his mind, but was having a difficult time. With a lot of concentration, she was finally able to determine some of what he was thinking. It wasn’t the strength of what her normal thought reading would be, but it was still effective. She saw that he still loved her, but he was scared out of his mind.
When she looked back into the mirror, she knew that she had to do something or she would die. A 220 year old female wouldn’t make it past the night, and Lord Aslar was slowly aging her until she reached her actual age. She knew today was going to be her last day on Earth, and she just hoped that she hadn’t messed things up for Marvin.
Outside of Marvin’s car, there were a few onlookers standing around trying to see what was going on. They had seen Bristol double over in pain inside of the building, and had been curious about what was going on with her. Some of the prejudiced guys from the baseball team stood there staring at him with their arms crossed. The looks on their faces accused Marvin of being the culprit in the situation. One of them mumbled “I bet he slipped that girl a date rape drug,” but no one responded to him.
Marvin quickly started the engine and backed out of the parking lot. He swerved onto the highway and stepped on the gas so that he could take her to the hospital to find out what was really going on.
“Marvin… please pull over, let’s go down a back road; I have an idea.” Her speech was weaker than it had been in the previous 3 minutes, and it pained him to hear her talking like this. He kept driving until he saw a sign that said “private property: keep out,” and drove straight down that path. When he got out of the view of the highway, he parked the car; leaving his lights on.
“What is it Bristol? Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it. I love you, and that’s the only thing that matters to me. You already know this baby.”
Bristol looked like she was 63 years old and it seemed as if she aged a year for every 30 seconds. Her hair was turning whiter by the minute and the color of her skin was becoming even paler than it had originally been. She knew that she would have to resort to drastic measures, although she hated that she would have to go through this.
Marvin unfastened his seatbelt and got out. His dress shoes made an impression into the soft dirt road that he was parked on. When he made it to the passenger side of the car, Bristol had aged another year right before his eyes. He looked into her eyes and saw yellow where there used to be white only a couple of hours ago. More than ever he felt the desire and need to help the woman that he loved.
“Bristol please tell me what I can do. Can you drink some of my blood? Will that help? Anything, just tell me!”
Bristol stared up at Marvin and admired what she saw. He was a loyal guy regardless of the situation and that was what she loved most about him. He never tried to be any more than who he was. She felt an overwhelming urge to want to spend the rest of her days with him.
“Marvin… as you can see, I’m dying…”
Marvin shook his head in denial. He didn’t want to hear the things that she was telling him regardless of if it were the truth or not. He was passionate about Bristol. She was a woman who was there for him when no other female was. He wanted to save her.
“Let’s do something Bristol, anything!”
Bristol sat back in the seat, and it was evident that she was void of any energy. She exhaled and thought to herself for a moment; and even in those moments she continued to age at a rapid pace.
“O.K. Marvin… Do you trust me?”
It was a simple enough question for Marvin; although he didn’t understand the severity of what she was actually asking her. He thought about the times they’d spent together; and how much fun they’d had together as a couple, and knew there was only one answer to her question.
“Yes, of course I love you Bristol. Yes. Why do you ask me? You know it to be true baby!”
Bristol managed to form a brief smile in response to Marvin’s kind words and genuine expression. Her smile was short lived because she knew her clock was ticking. She inhaled slower than she normally did, and she could feel the pace of her heartbeat as it slowed down to a snail’s pace. At that point, she knew that she was nearing the brink of death’s zip code.
“O.K… Marvin. I’ll have to kill you and bring you back with my blood. That way you’ll be a vampire yourself. In order for it to work, you have to trust me wholeheartedly. If you do not, you will not wake up. So if you don’t trust me, please don’t allow me to do this to you. You will have died for nothing.
When you wake back up, I will have given you my last few ounces of energy, and I will most likely be on my death bed. My heart will probably still be beating, but I will be unconscious. By that time, I’ll probably be all the way in human form if I’ve given you my last drops of Aslaric blood. So you’ll need to kill me all the way, and afterward send your rejuvenated Aslaric blood through me by connecting our open veins.”
Without waiting for her to explain any further, Marvin lay back in his seat and handed her his pocketknife. “So what are we waiting on? Let’s make it happen.”
Bristol grabbed the pocketknife and sat there for a moment staring at Marvin as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and exposed his flesh. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but she didn’t feel that she had a choice in the matter. She felt that he trusted her whenever he was around her, so there was a high chance of this being a success.
On the other hand, she was about to commit him to being a vampire for the rest of his life; the very thing that she spent 220 years trying not to be. She wanted to be able to sit back and analyze the situation more, but her clock was running out. She wanted to be able to not do what she was about to do; but doing so would mean suicide. She stared at Marvin’s beautiful skin underneath the glow of the moon and couldn’t bring herself to end his life.
“Bristol, do it! Now!”
“I can’t Marvin! I love you too much!”
“Bristol, if you want to be with me forever like I want to be with you forever, then do it! Now!”
That was the defining moment for Bristol. She certainly wanted to be with Marvin forever, and would do so at all costs. She would never betray him, and knew that his soul wouldn’t allow him to betray her either. He was a rarity. One of those people who came along every 220 years.
Marvin smiled at her as she lowered the blade and punctured his flesh. The last thing Marvin felt was a strong pain as the blade slid through his heart. The feel of metal against a place that had never been touched before made him pass out instantly.
Bristol pulled the knife out and slit a huge gash in her wrist. She didn’t know if it would be enough blood or not to revive Marvin, so she slashed even deeper into her own flesh to make sure. She pressed her open wound against Marvin’s and watched as her blood flow went into his body in spurts. She felt the life force exit her body at a dizzying pace.
There was no doubt in her mind about Marvin’s body accepting her blood, and there was no doubt in her mind about whether or not Marvin trusted her. She knew that without trust, a person’s body would not wake up; and that that person would be dead forever.
As Bristol took her last breaths, and as her last remaining bits of life drained from her body; she had a startling thought that shook her to her very core.
But do I trust HIM?
~The Aslaric Vampire 2~ Full length~ Coming 2012.
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