Sitting in a French café, Patrick is reading the local journal. That’s his way of keeping in touch with the rest of the world. He loves coming to this small café. He has so, for many years now. It’s like his little refuge. Everyone there knows Patrick, he and the owners are very good friends. His table is always ready for him, with the newspaper, a bottle of Perrier and a lit candle in the center, covered by a mosaic globe. Some may find him odd, others eccentric. But one thing is for sure, he is of great wealth. No one can deny this. Always fashionably dressed, always paying in cash for purchases, and he possesses a large cultural background, that one acquires by travelling the world.
Patrick is well known in France, especially by the businesses and nightclubs in the city where he lives. He loves the nightlife. Some say he almost acts like a vampire, sleeping by day and awake by night. When people make that comment to him, he laughs out loud and tells them to beware, he might just bite them.
Still single and in his thirties, people wonder how come a gorgeous man like him, is not married or even living with someone. He has all the attributes a woman would dream of. Healthy, thick, long, wavy hair, that comes to rest at the middle of his spine, it is of a dark brown that reminds you of sweet chocolate. He is strongly built, about 6 feet tall, and his eyes are of a light blue that make you think of the sea. You can almost see his soul, if one is lucky enough to catch a glimpse. The skin of his face is so pure, no scars and always freshly shaven, making you want to caress it at first sight. Except for the pale colour of it, which he says is a skin condition, he is the perfect Prince.
One hour to go, before midnight and Patrick is half way through reading the journal. Late you would think, to read the news? He likes it that way. He comes in the café at 10:00pm each night, when he is in town. He and the owner have an arrangement. He never closes before midnight. Patrick never eats there, so his friend can send the chef home at a regular hour. But he always keeps a waiter there just for him. Patrick pays more than enough for this service and no one knows of the amount involved. If someone gets too nosy, I can tell you that they are out of a job the next day.
Upon reading the last two pages, Patrick comes across an archaeological article. It’s a subject that fascinates him very much. It’s about a young girl who has discovered old diaries that appears to date from a few centuries ago. They were noticed when construction workers started to build her new house. They were found in an old wooden chest buried deep in the ground. The article mentions that the diaries are filled with love poems and letters. Patrick almost knocks over his bottle of Perrier on the table. He is not sure if what he has just read is true or not, causing his hands to tremble. He can feel his body temperature rising a bit as well, and that is unusual for him.
Taking a pause, he looks around him. He is alone in the café, no one else, except for the waiter who is at the back in the kitchen preparing for tomorrow morning’s opening, remains in the establishment. Taking a deep breath, he continues to read. The article says that the diaries were found on this girl's land, so therefor she remains the soul proprietor. She intends on keeping them for now. She thinks that they may have belonged to her distant ancestor. One of the reasons being that the name of the woman who wrote entries in one of them is name Julia , just like her. Shock invades Patrick’s body at that instant. How can it be? After all of these centuries, he questions.
Flashes from the past come storming through Patrick’s mind. He sees himself walking hand in hand with the love of his life, his Julia. He remembers it like it was yesterday. He also sees himself being pulled away by an unknown force and his Julia being taken away from him forever. He feels a sharp pain in his chest, when he recollects the horrid feelings of those memories. Then, startled by the waiter, who dropped a dish on the floor in the kitchen, he comes back to the present. This must be somebody else, he thinks to himself. He goes on reading. After scouring the scientific facts about the find, the article finishes by printing a poem that this Julia wrote…
My Soul’s Kiss
He touches me with his pale blue eyes
Carrying the breeze of a cool spring day to me.
His skin, the pale radiant glow
Of a Fall sunrise on the dawn of a Winters eve.
I caress his aura and bringing it to my breast,
Harbouring it in my soul.
He is the light in my days,
The Moonlight…
That glows in my night.
And for all of my days
He ever shall be
My Lover…
My Soul…
My Patrick!
~ Julia ~
There is no doubt in Patrick's mind now. This is the diary of the love of his life. He can feel tears building up in his eyes. As he gently touches the newspaper, caressing each words with the tip of his fingers. He notices his tears that are falling and washing down the page as he. This normal action would not have alarmed a simple mortal man, but in Patrick's case, it does. His tears are not crystal clear, but red as the blood that travels through his entire body. Yes, Patrick is a vampire, “A Lost Soul.” Many centuries ago, he was forced to enter this dark world. His Maker gave him no choice. Destroying all of his dreams and hopes of a beautiful future, and still, Patrick must face all of eternity alone, in torment, without his beloved Julia.
Folding the newspaper, he neatly puts it in his black leather jacket. Before leaving he takes a napkin and wipes his tears, sets fire to it, and watches it burn to a cinder on his plate. As Patrick reaches the exit, the waiter comes out of the kitchen and greets him a goodnight. Normally Patrick would have answered him back, but he is too focused on his Julia and especially on this girl, who claims to be of Julia's lineage.
Back in another little town in France, Julia is meticulously going through every page of the diaries. Such beautiful words are written with so much undying, sweet love, that it exudes from the pages of the poems. She is so thrilled to have found these buried treasures and to have become the proud owner of them.
Julia is a very active woman. She is about to embark on a new journey, with her fiancé. Born and reared in Greece, she has decided to accept a job offer to join a well-known law firm in France. It is only now, in her mid-twenties, that her life is unfolding exactly the way she planned it. Nick, her fiancé is studying to become a doctor. The opportunity to continue his studies in France was a very welcomed idea. When she announced the news to her family that she was moving to France, her mother gave her the deed to some land there, as a farewell gift. This piece of land has been in the family for generations. It has been past down from mother to daughter throughout the years, with only one condition, that it always remain in the family and never to be sold to strangers.
Sitting on her bed, leaning against the headboard, Julia can almost feel how her ancestor felt about this man as she reads his poems he wrote for her. She has never heard of her before today. When of all this happened, she phoned her mother, giving her the details of the journals found. Then her mother went about confirming the validity of her lineage to the author of these diaries through a genealogy tree she had done before. Julia also recalled her grandmother saying to her that she choose her name when she was born, and it had a special meaning, for she was born on the same birth date as the original Julia. Oh, how she wishes she were still alive today. Maybe she could shed some light on the love story of her ancestor. One poem caught her interest in particular, it spoke of the love she herself had always yearned for…
“My Eternally Beloved”
Thou art My Andromeda,
My Aphrodite,
I’ll pull the stars from the heavens
And
Name a constellation just for you …
For your love is my beacon
In the evening sky…
Shining me home to you,
No matter where
In this vast universe we may be,
You will always be there
Just for me.
As gentle,
As warm
And ever flowing,
As the Ocean Breeze doth flow
So too,
My Sweet
Doth your loveliness
And radiant heartfelt glow…
For you, My Julia,
Send your love
Through out all time and space…
Wash over me like the waves
You ebb and flow back to me
And
My precious,
Tender Love…
Thou shall eternally be
My timeless love,
Of the ages…
Come abide with me.
~ Thy Patrick ~
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Walking through the streets of his neighborhood, Patrick is lost in his thoughts. The city is silent tonight, as if it was responding to his mood. When he gets to his favorite area, a bridge, where he likes to contemplate the water and meditate, he starts to recall the events that lead up to the night he and Julia were separated forever.
They, Julia and Patrick, had met just a few weeks ago, on a cruise ship. It was love at first sight! All had happened so quickly between them, but alas, she had decided not to return to Greece, but to follow the man of her dreams, the one she truly loved, back to France, his homeland. When she arrived in France, he introduced her to his family. They all approved of her. She was so lovely and gentile, not a flaw could be seen. They were so much in love. Staying with Patrick's aunt and uncle, before the wedding would take place, she wrote letters to her family explaining how fantastic this man was and that she would become his wife and remain in France with him. Her father was not pleased by this fact of her impending marriage his Julia was his life. He wanted her to marry in Greece and live among family and friends. She was his only child.
Julia’s father tried numerous time to get her to change her mind and come back home. He even sent for her trying to force her to return, but nothing worked. Patrick would fight for her till death. Nothing in this world could separate them. That is when her father realized he had lost her forever. Then one night he did the unthinkable. He went to meet with what they called a “Creature of the Night.” He had heard of them, but had never seen one. He was so desperate to have his Julia back home with him, that he was ready to pay anything to get his only daughter back to them.
He explained his situation to the Master of the coven. He had no idea that they fed on human blood to survive and that they were eternal. All he knew is that they were evil and that people mysteriously disappeared when they were seen in their presence. That is what he wanted for Patrick, to disappear forever, so his Julia could return home and be the joy of the family once again. He offered him a large piece of land for them to have and dispose of as they pleased. Stamos, the Master, agreed to this. But not for the land, but for the pure pleasure of biting into the neck of a Frenchman. Before Julia's father left, Stamos gave him a glimpse of what awaited Patrick. The old man almost fainted on the spot. Stamos laughed at him and told him it would be done in seven moons.
When Stamos arrived in France and saw Patrick for the first time, something he hadn't planned on happening happened. He fell deeply in love with him, like a father would a son and more. Patrick was a very handsome man and had the courage of ten. He was working so hard to acquire, on his own, some land to build a house for his bride to be, where they could raise their family and share a beautiful life together. But, Stamos had other plans in mind for Patrick, he watched him night after night and read his thoughts, such determination, he thought to himself. This is when he decided to make him one of his own. A pupil, a son, to whom he would teach all that he knows, with whom he would rule by his side for all of eternity. On the night of the sixth moon, Stamos was ready to put his plan into action, bringing along two other vampires with him. Being in France was exhilarating to Stamos, and henceforth deciding that after this night, he will remain here with Patrick, and build a coven with his soon to be son.
Gazing into the water, lost in his thoughts, Patrick is suddenly pulled back to reality. As he recollects on the love of his life, a knife is pulled on him from behind, a thief, wants him to release all of his possessions to him. Patrick smiles, how dare he interrupt his most precious private thoughts of his sweet love? This mortal man has no idea of the fate that awaits him. Slowly, Patrick turns around to face him. None can describe the shock in the face of the thief. Patrick is white as a ghost. He has not fed yet, and all of the emotions that have been running through him have drained him considerably. He must feed, and this man has come at a good time, as if in answer to his body’s cries of hunger. The thought that he will be relieving the world of one more derelict of society, and satiate his hunger at the same time, pleases Patrick. He won't have to hunt tonight, for his sustenance came to him.
Eyes clear as water, mouth half opened to show his fangs, he locks his sight on his prey. As the thief is about to stab Patrick in the chest, in one swift motion he grasps the hand causing the knife to fall, and he goes straight for his neck. Biting into it, he slowly drinks so he can have more than enough before the heart comes to a stop. As he is drinking, he can see all of the evil that this man has done in his life. Patrick is pleased, he never feeds just for the pleasure of it, only to survive. He always feeds on criminals, it is his code in this cursed life he was forced to “live.”
As the knife drops to the ground and the last blood is drained from his body, the thief’s soul leaves him, and Patrick hears his last heartbeat. Disposing of him in an orderly fashion as always, he can feel his own senses now regaining their full capabilities. Even his flesh is a soft pink colour once again. The night is halfway gone. Patrick has so much he wants to do. Being caress by a soft breeze, concentrating on the sounds of the night, he hears something that immediately sends shivers threw his being. He can hear the words of a poem he had written so long ago being recited by the most angelic voice he has ever heard. Being rejuvenated by it’s sound, he gently lets himself be transported to it. Patrick, able to fly, or move, at the speed of light, transports to where the voice is coming from, undetected, no one seeing him pass, for it is a trait of his kind.
As he is lead to the small house where this mysterious person is reciting his poetry, he feels every word that she speaks. As if her voice were fingers caressing him, so sensual and erotic they were. He hadn't felt such breathtaking feelings as these in centuries. Not since he lost his mortality. Reaching the window where this lovely voice was coming from, he is sad to see that there are thick curtains blocking his view. Using his powers, he slowly spreads them open. This startles Julia, and she stops reading instantly, confused and a little frightened. Patrick enters, hiding as she approaches the window to shut them once again. At that instant, he can hardly breathe. This girl is the exact replica of the love of his life, his Julia. Is this possible? He asks himself.
Looking outside before closing them, to see what might have caused the curtains to open up as they had, she feels a warm breeze caressing her face. It sends tingles through her body. If she only knew, it is Patrick who caresses her with his telepathic powers. He is probing her mind. Deciding to leave the window and the curtains open, she goes back to lie in her bed. What a day this has been for her. Tired, she decides to call it a night. Her fiancé is still studying in the living room, as he always does every night, leaving her alone in their bed. But this night she wishes it would be different. Julia is feeling so much passion within her from reading all of the beautiful poems she has in her keeping. She would love for Nick to come and sweep her off of her feet, but she knows that won't happen.
When Julia is almost asleep, Patrick makes his way into the bedroom, moving like air. She hasn't the faintest idea that she is not alone anymore. There she lays, his angel, his heart. How beautiful she is. Only he can really appreciate her beauty. She is wearing a light pink, silk nightgown with small spaghetti straps holding it to her gorgeous body. Studying her, his eyes resurfacing all of the passion, desire and tenderness for his long lost love that had somehow returned to him. Her light brown hair swirling and resting on the pillow next to the one on which her head lay evokes the desire in Patrick to enfold himself in it. Her soft delicate lips, resting lightly on his, leaving just a small entry for him to slide his tongue and savour her mouth. How he wishes he could do this. At that instant, he hears a soft moan liberating from her throat. Probing Julia's mind, he realizes that they are feeling the same emotions and how he wishes he could feel her beneath him giving her the pleasure of his touch, that she so longs to feel. His flesh to her flesh, the reality of him seducing her every sense. But for now, he would have to enjoy the mental seduction of her, his fantasy of making his much preferred seductive form actuality, ceasing for the moment.
Patrick continues to explore her beauty. Descending his gaze from her face down to her perfect mount of Venus. Slightly squeezed, for she is resting on her side, her breasts, is full and sumptuous. He can see himself caressing it, making each nipple erect to its fullest. He can see her move to his touch. Then he gently makes the sheets of the bed slide slowly off her, revealing her entire body to him. She didn't even move. She's in his hypnotic trance. The silk of her nightgown molds to her voluptuous body perfectly. Her feminine curves are as perfect as a greek Goddesses are, he can feel them, for they are exactly the same as his Julia’s. The nightgown comes to an end at her thighs. Leaving her beautiful long legs exposed. Her calves are perfect, slightly parted from one another, he gently caresses her inner thigh, leaving long strokes of desire coursing through her from everywhere he has touched her thigh with his mind. He hears another moan escaping from her, but this time it was louder and filled with pleasure. Wanting to catch a glimpse of her secret garden, to see it moistening, he cannot, his view is blocked by her nightgown. At that instant, like she could read his mind, she moves herself on her back, leaving enough space for him to be able to lift it up, without waking her. As he is about to do so and explore the most feminine part of her womanhood, he is startled by her fiancé, who is about to enter the room.
In a flash, Patrick is back outside. He sees Nick approaching his love and that makes him sick to his stomach. Waking up, she is confused to see herself uncovered. But she is feeling so sensual right now. She knows it must be because of the dream she was having. A beautiful stranger with no face, making love to her like there were no tomorrows. Nick finds Julia very attractive this way. So the inevitable happens, they start to make love to one another.
Watching all this, Patrick is in despair. He knows he has no right to her, but all he feels like doing at this moment is storming into that room and disposing of Nick forever, leaving her all to him. Yet he knows better than to act on that impulse. Heart shattered, and the night that was quickly coming to an end as well, Patrick realizes he has to retreat back to his home. He blows her a soft kiss that immediately sends shivers up her spine. Julia, catching a glimpse of some thing at the window, she could have sworn that it was a face in the shadows, but she shakes the thought from her mind quickly as Nick enters her.
Tears, streaming from Patrick's eyes, a single one falling to the frame of the window, yet he does not notice. Usually, he is very careful about leaving clues of his existence behind, but he was transporting himself back to his lonely castle. He had only one thing on his mind, his beautiful, sweet Julia. Patrick vows that in time, he will conquer her once again. Not with his powers, but with true love. He knows though that patience is a virtue, and that he had acquired masterfully over time. "Till we meet again" he whispers to her into the darkness.
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