Bayou Moon
By
Geraldine Allie
Chapter One
For the first time in Maggie’s existence, her immortal life held no more want of living. To her, death would only be a welcome embrace. It was all that she yearned for now. But like so many times before, she feared it was only a wish that would never be granted.
As she tried to step out into the brightness of day, the rays of the sun scorched and blistered her flesh. As if being boiled alive in a vat of acid, the pain seared her with an unforgiving relentlessness that traveled through her whole body. Beyond the pain, she could almost feel a sense of peace, almost like that of a sweet child’s slumber she would never have to wake from again. All she would need to do is get through the pain.
The pain was pure agony. Her skin smoldered as the sun ate at her like a beast devouring its prey.
Even now as the pain consumed her, all she had to do was take that final step out of the shadows and into the light. It’s what she wanted, just one more step.
The arm she held out in the light broke into a flame that roared to life.
Maggie screamed and brought the arm back into the safety of the darkness, the only friend that she had, and one that she despised.
“Coward,” she thought to herself. “Why was she still fighting to live?”
But something was there deep inside of her that fought to go on, even though she was worn, tired of this existence, tired of taking the very essence of someone’s life in order to sustain her own.
She told herself it would be so easy to close her eyes and walk out into the angry sun, to allow it to take her and end the torment. But something in her would not allow it. Maybe it was a survival instinct that would push her to go on and not allow her to turn herself into the raging inferno she wished for. Again, like before, she had failed in that quest for peace.
Her only place now would be in the dark and damp recesses of the house, locked away in a coffin that would keep her until the safety of night. Only to wake like some blood thirsty beast stalking its prey under the light of the moon, it was the existence of a vampire.
As if out of the deep recesses of her mind, a thought came to Maggie.
She had lived for so many centuries without a mate that she had no desire to continue. She decided that night that she would no longer continue alone.
There still remained in her a want and need of any woman, the desire to find a soul mate, the soul that would complete her and make her whole.
She stood there, listening to the sound of people. She couldn’t help but stare at the world as she stood motionless in the shadows. Her eyes were like glittering jewels as they glistened with her tears. For the first time in centuries, her heart reached out in search of its missing piece. She no longer wanted to die, but instead was filled with the need to love and be loved. How long had she waited? It no longer mattered; tonight her life would begin again, with him.
Chapter Two
The very thought of having to dig one more grave made Kreel’s body shiver with an unearthly cold. It could have been the icy rain pelting his body, or even the sop and wet clothes that he wore. But more than likely, it was his surroundings.
There was always something about a graveyard at night.
But what other choice did he have? Kreel needed the money, bills had to be paid. Besides, this was the only job he could find that offered full time hours. He would just have to
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