Humanity. Everybody wants it. Everybody would do anything for it. Now that re-transformation is possible, how far will the vampire population go in order to obtain it? And what if not everybody wants it? The race for mortality has begun.
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12. That Red Thread That Leads Us Through The Thick Maze
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That Red Thread That Leads Us Through The Thick Maze
I looked out through the window that separated me from the fresh air of the outer world.
The sun reflected off the glass as if it were a mirror, sending rays of light across the clear summer air. The light seemed to reach out for miles before it dissolved above the prosperous forest. Nature was at its peek at this time of year; I could almost smell the vivacity of the small woods. Brilliantly green fauna now covered everything that had once been gray or brown.
As my eyes roamed across the forest's crown, a small movement in the outskirts caught my attention. Instinctively, my eyes sprung to the source of the disturbance.
There was someone there, I could tell—Bella, perhaps? She had said that she'd be spending the day outside. That's what she was always doing these days. Avoiding me.
Maybe she was angry. I sighed; I really had to find a way to atone for my childish, yes, greedy behavior. Who wouldn't be angry at me for coveting, once again, everything that I already had in one form or another?
I watched the moving dot in the distance with a feeling of longing that slowly spread from my chest to the rest of my motionless body.
But as my eyes focused, I could see that Bella was not alone. There was someone else there, partly hidden in the endless sea of ferns and bushes. I strained my eyes as the figure disappeared into the shadows altogether. I could barely make out Bella waving goodbye to the raven-haired vampire through the dense canopy of trees.
My confusion was swept away when I noticed what her mind was saying—namely nothing.
That vampire's mind was as silent as my wife's, of course.
The young girl already had her back to Bella as her short feet carried her away from the danger as quickly as possible. The last glimpse I saw of the girl was her black head bobbing to the rhythm of her scurrying feet. Fear radiated through every inch of her being.
She looked so forlorn there, in the emerald labyrinth.
My wife looked so strong.
And in the second after, her impermeable shield receded from the girl's mind. Dorothy was barely within my ability's reach, but I could still hear her faint, high-pitched inner voice. It said:
"Maybe God does exist on this planet. Maybe he has sent down guardian angels to protect us."
Bella's face appeared in her mind and I smiled at the association—my angel had now been recognized by someone else, too.
The last ounces of mistrust diminished deep within me. What had Bella said just a few weeks ago?
"This isn't about debt and penance."
Why I hadn't seen the truth in her words then, I couldn't understand.
Dorothy's voice finally vanished completely along with the rest of herself, and the tiny dot that was undeniably Bella began nearing the house at a great speed. I humored myself by thinking that the speed was due to eagerness, that she wanted to come home to me so much that she had to hurry.
It was probably just wishful thinking, but I smiled at the thought anyway. Opening the window, I let myself drop onto the spongy lawn below.
I hurried to my wife with double the eagerness that I had projected into her.
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- The Weather-Beaten Warehouse in the Middle of Nowhere
- Guardian Angel
- Everything You've Ever Wanted
- That Red Thread That Leads Us Through The Thick Maze
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