and sister. Many a time I would see acquaintances while hunting near Alexandria; however, I would purposely avoid places my mother and sister frequented.
“You once had a life as a mortal. You must forget that life and never attempt to return to it. It’s gone, forever. You’ll simply become a loving memory to your mortal family and all others who knew you. You must never try to see them or let them discover you as you are now.”
I understood this from the previous lectures, but the understanding didn’t eliminate the desire to see them again. However, I was still determined to obey her commands.
Life at that time was complete bliss, except when Mynea withdrew and became distant. When this happened, I would sometimes ask her to tell me what was bothering her, for it was still virtually impossible to penetrate her thoughts, and she would simply reply, “Nothing of your concern, my love.” Hearing the words “my love” escape her lips was often all it took for my unease to subside.
The second defining event following my transformation into a vampire happened one night when Mynea and I were preparing for a hunt. I had noticed earlier in the evening that there was something different about Mynea. Then my suspicion was confirmed when I saw it in her eyes as she touched my face.
“My dear, Aleron. My love. My prince. My king. My lord. I won’t join you this night. I must tend to other affairs. You shall hunt without me.” If it weren’t for my keen senses, I wouldn’t have noticed the slight quiver in her voice as she spoke. Mynea’s expressions to many were undetectable, but not to me.
Before I could ask to accompany her, she slowly and subtly shook her head, solemnly signifying the request would be denied. I remained silent as I kissed her lips, then I took to the night sky.
I couldn’t understand why she chose not to hunt with me, nor what affairs she spoke of. However, I wasn’t terribly concerned, either. I wanted to hunt alone, for I knew wherever I went, she would surely be close. She would no longer be there for protection, only for companionship. She was my bride. Everything was for her. I would often sneak outand bring her flowers, which she would discover upon opening her eyes. I learned how to mask my feelings around her so she wouldn’t suspect what I was doing. I began to fall asleep after she would, always in my arms. I would pass my hands softly and attentively through her hair, then I would kiss her lips, her cheeks, her nose, and her forehead as she slept. This would be my ritual until I, too, fell asleep.
Mynea meant everything to me, and as I reached southern Cairo, I couldn’t stop thinking of her. Now there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that nearly equaled that of the anticipated blood meal. I was longing for her. That longing did not go away as the evening progressed.
The night was wet with a steady rain, perfect ambiance for enjoying the victim I’d been tracking for several weeks now. Eli was wanted for every crime one could think of: theft, kidnapping, rape, even murder. He began his evil deeds in Sharkia, in Lower Egypt. Understand that Lower Egypt was north of Upper Egypt. The name came from the upstream flow of the Nile River, which separated the two regions.
Eli was a middle-aged man who had a commanding stature. His size demanded respect from others. His voice was deep and raspy. He had a habit of chewing on twigs or the shriveled butts of used cigars. He was in the habit of spitting awful-looking globs out of the side of his mouth. One may wonder what attracted me to this vile specimen. It wasn’t his disgusting disposition, nor his habit of wearing the clothing of his victims. Eli personified what my kind truly represented. He took whatever he wanted without regard to law or the well-being of his fellow man. He stole possessions of the lowly as well as the aristocrat. Watching him do his deeds provided entertainment for me on countless nights. I would
“You once had a life as a mortal. You must forget that life and never attempt to return to it. It’s gone, forever. You’ll simply become a loving memory to your mortal family and all others who knew you. You must never try to see them or let them discover you as you are now.”
I understood this from the previous lectures, but the understanding didn’t eliminate the desire to see them again. However, I was still determined to obey her commands.
Life at that time was complete bliss, except when Mynea withdrew and became distant. When this happened, I would sometimes ask her to tell me what was bothering her, for it was still virtually impossible to penetrate her thoughts, and she would simply reply, “Nothing of your concern, my love.” Hearing the words “my love” escape her lips was often all it took for my unease to subside.
The second defining event following my transformation into a vampire happened one night when Mynea and I were preparing for a hunt. I had noticed earlier in the evening that there was something different about Mynea. Then my suspicion was confirmed when I saw it in her eyes as she touched my face.
“My dear, Aleron. My love. My prince. My king. My lord. I won’t join you this night. I must tend to other affairs. You shall hunt without me.” If it weren’t for my keen senses, I wouldn’t have noticed the slight quiver in her voice as she spoke. Mynea’s expressions to many were undetectable, but not to me.
Before I could ask to accompany her, she slowly and subtly shook her head, solemnly signifying the request would be denied. I remained silent as I kissed her lips, then I took to the night sky.
I couldn’t understand why she chose not to hunt with me, nor what affairs she spoke of. However, I wasn’t terribly concerned, either. I wanted to hunt alone, for I knew wherever I went, she would surely be close. She would no longer be there for protection, only for companionship. She was my bride. Everything was for her. I would often sneak outand bring her flowers, which she would discover upon opening her eyes. I learned how to mask my feelings around her so she wouldn’t suspect what I was doing. I began to fall asleep after she would, always in my arms. I would pass my hands softly and attentively through her hair, then I would kiss her lips, her cheeks, her nose, and her forehead as she slept. This would be my ritual until I, too, fell asleep.
Mynea meant everything to me, and as I reached southern Cairo, I couldn’t stop thinking of her. Now there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that nearly equaled that of the anticipated blood meal. I was longing for her. That longing did not go away as the evening progressed.
The night was wet with a steady rain, perfect ambiance for enjoying the victim I’d been tracking for several weeks now. Eli was wanted for every crime one could think of: theft, kidnapping, rape, even murder. He began his evil deeds in Sharkia, in Lower Egypt. Understand that Lower Egypt was north of Upper Egypt. The name came from the upstream flow of the Nile River, which separated the two regions.
Eli was a middle-aged man who had a commanding stature. His size demanded respect from others. His voice was deep and raspy. He had a habit of chewing on twigs or the shriveled butts of used cigars. He was in the habit of spitting awful-looking globs out of the side of his mouth. One may wonder what attracted me to this vile specimen. It wasn’t his disgusting disposition, nor his habit of wearing the clothing of his victims. Eli personified what my kind truly represented. He took whatever he wanted without regard to law or the well-being of his fellow man. He stole possessions of the lowly as well as the aristocrat. Watching him do his deeds provided entertainment for me on countless nights. I would
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