Salf the world is about to wake up when Patrick enters his domain. Still feeling highly emotional about what he saw, he manages to go into is layer and settle himself for sleep. A black marble coffin whit gold trims is his bed. The inside is covered with gold satin sheets and comfortable pillows. On the lid of his bed, is a picture of a beautiful woman in a golden frame, surrounded by carved roses. He always kisses his Julia goodnight, before he drifts off. She is the last thing he sees before he goes to sleep and the first sight he has, when he awakes. This is how he as managed to live on and enjoy life, centuries after centuries. But before he closes his eyes, he always recite his favourite poem he made in honour of her, the year he was brought into darkness. It is kinda of a bedtime prayer:
I lay to rest thinking of only her,
Her image burning brightly in my heart
In my mind
My love for my Julia
Locked safely away...
My wish for my sweetheart
To return to me one day,
My Julia to her Patrick
By my side to always be...
The blood of my tears
A gift to my love
My only waking dream
My love eternal shall always be...
Keep her happy,
Keep her safe,
And when the time is upon us
Return her to me...
Goodnight my fair lady
I wait here for thee.
Julia is startled out of bed, when her alarm clock wakes her up. Time to start her day at the law firm. She feels so relaxed and content. Nick, her fiancé, is already in the shower. She's thinking about joining him, but she decides not too. She will go fix breakfast instead. She wants to get an early start today. Lots of work awaits her, since one of the partners where she works just retired because of health problems, she has been assigned all of his clients.
As she gets ready, her attention is directed to the open window in her room. Walking to it, she can feel the cool, moist air of the morning entering, as it sends shivers through her body. She reaches her arms up to try and close it but she can't. It is stuck. Then she recalls last night, when she thought she saw someone or something looking at her. It must be her imagination, she thinks to herself. She will have to leave it open for today, because even Nick wasn't able to bring it down. Nick has many talents, but a handy man he is not. She will have to deal with this later.
Before leaving, she takes one of the diaries and tucking it in her briefcase, she heads out the door. She has not finished reading it yet and she counts on doing so when she has a moments peace at work. The poems and love letters brings out the best in her. She always loses herself in them. She can feel all the emotions that flows in the written words. How she wishes she could feel that same passion for Nick. She loves him, but it is more of a friendship kind of love rather than a deep abiding, passionate romance. They have known each other all of their lives. You could say that their relationship is more of one of convenience than anything more.
When she gets to work, she has a pile of folders on her desk waiting for her. With a sigh, she takes her seat. "This is going to be a long day," she whispers. Her secretary greets her, then hand places her agenda for the day on her desk in front of her. She notices an appointment at 9:00pm. How unusual this is, she thinks to herself. " Why so late?" she asks. Her secretary tells her that he is a preferred client, and he has been dealing with the firm for many years. No one has ever seen him except for the lawyers he deals with. His folder is top secret and only if and when he decides to deal with her will she be able to look at it, as for now though, he is the only one who has access to it. He always brings it with him. Her secretary tells her that she was recommended by the firm, for her loyalty and discretion. When Julia asks for his name, the secretary feels a bit awkward because she doesn't know it, she only knows his first initial: "P," she says. "Well it is for the good of the firm." Julia replies and agrees to meet with him. The appointment has been confirmed via voice answering machine.
Julia's day has flown by. She was so busy calling up her new clients and assuring them that they would get the royal treatment, that she lost track of time. It is now almost 7:00 pm and she hasn't even had a bite to eat. She decides to order in, since her appointment will arrive in 2 hrs, she wouldn't have time to go home for dinner and get back to the office in time for her client's arrival. She sits back and opens the diary to read while she waits and unwinds from her busy day. Lost in the words of Julia & Patrick, she drifts into dreamland on a love letter that her ancestor had written when she had just accepted Patrick's proposal for marriage.
April 15th ...
Patrick arrived today at 4 PM, just as he had informed me he would, he's always so prompt. He was so devastatingly handsome in top hat and long black coat cut to perfection. When I answered the door he bowed and saying, "My Lady your carriage awaits your loveliness." And of course I blushed... (laughing) Anyway, he took my hand and saw me in his austere carriage. Patrick, though very proper relaxes when he is with me and it warms my heart. He took me for a wonderous ride through the park and helped me down for a bite ... to tide us over he said. Then back to the carriage we went and riding through town, he hails the coachman and asks him to stop all of a sudden and he helps me down grinning like a naughty little boy who has a secret he can barely keep hold on. I look at him curiously and he laughs heartily telling me..."Just trust me My Love," as he winks.
Inside of the Ice cream parlor he seats me and goes to the counter to order us a soda. I look around and smile. This is such a treat, my wonderful love and a day of pleasures with only him. His smile grows larger as he approaches... My how it warms my heart so. I was still curious as to why all the silly smiles with no explanations but I was willing to let him decide when to tell me what was causing this sweet smile to grace his strong lips
The night came upon us and Patrick continued to take us on his mysterious journey under the stars to a beautiful lamplit promenade and we stopped and descended the carriage for an evening walk under the beautiful diamond sky. It was like black velvet sprinkled with twinkling diamonds, a most magical site. As we walked the promenade he stopped me and went to one knee,reaching one hand in his coat pocket and extracting the most beautiful solitaire diamond ring and taking my hand he ASKED ME TO MARRY him! Oh, how my heart sung with joy... Finally My Love and I will be wed.
~Julia~
Not far away, Patrick is waking up from his sleep. Opening is eyes, he stares into Julia's. Lifting himself, he kisses her picture. When showered and fully dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white high collar silk shirt, he notices that his answering machine is blinking. Writing the message down, he isn't looking forward to that rendez-vous. He hates it when he has to change lawyers. Sometimes he thinks about making them into a creature of the night so he wouldn't have to deal with someone else, but he has vowed he would never do this to another living soul. His torment is more than enough to live with, without adding to it.
Gathering his files, he comes across old letters he wrote to Julia. Ah! The love of his mortal life. Not a single day goes by without him thinking of her and wishing she was still alive. But then, at that instant, he thinks of the other breathing and well living Julia. Could it be fate? He wonders. All he knows is that he has to see her tonight and try to get to know more about her. It will have to wait for now, he has to go meet his new lawyer. Before going, Patrick has had time too fed. Once again he has cleaned up the world of a criminal. He is now feeling strong and rejuvenated and his facial colour is almost a normal tone. Now ready to face the mortal world, he transports himself to the lawyer's office.
When he gets to the door, he feels a strange sensation invading his being. It is not fear. It's more of a deja vu feeling. He looks at the name on the door and awe strikes him again. Julia's name is written on it! "This has to be fate" Patrick whispers. Looking up to the heaven he is wondering if his Julia is trying to send him a message. Could he have been granted a second chance at true love? he wonders.
He decides not to knock, but to enter slowly. Once inside her office, he sees her sleeping in her chair with the diary he wrote so many years ago resting on her knees, just the light of her desk lamp shining on her face. What a sight! She is so beautiful that she looks like an angel. His passion for her climbs rapidly. He wants to feel her, be inside of her so badly that it aches. He approaches her breathing in her perfume. She is so peaceful. He could take her right there and she would be none the wiser. But as much as he wants too, he respects her and will wait till she feels the same.
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Probing her mind, he sees her running in a field, filled with wild flowers and someone is running after her. She is laughing. She looks so happy. He decides to portrait himself as being the chaser in her dream, letting her see a clear view of his face. He finally manages to catch up to her. He takes her in his arms and spins her around, until they both fall to the ground. They kiss so passionately,undressing each other as they do. No words can describe how they feel. The sun caresses their skin. Patrick pauses for an instant. The sun, how he wishes, he could feel it once again, but this is the next best thing, being able to feel it through her dreams. He continues where he left off.
He caresses every single curve of her body as she does the same. He can feel her nipples erecting against his fingers and that pleases him, because it means that she is responding to him. They touch and explore each others sensitive parts. Patrick bends over to fetch a flower that he places in her hair. She is his princess. She looks at him, like no one has ever done so before. He kisses her once more with all of his being, then he enters the hidden door of her secret garden. Passion flows through the air, as they are consumed with pleasure and desire for one another. As they are about to become one, the phone rings out loud, bringing them back to reality in a flash.
Startled, Julia lets out a scream when she sees Patrick standing right in front of her. Nervous and disoriented she tries to focus her mind while the phone continues to ring. With a smirk on his face, Patrick tells her she should answer soon or they will hang up. Giving him the eye, she does so. But, she still can't focus on the phone call, because what she sees in front of her is the most gorgeous man she has ever laid her eyes on and just a few seconds ago she was dreaming about making love with him! It's Nick on the phone, he was worried when she didn't come home for supper. She explains to him that she will be late because she has an appointment with a very important client and he has just now shown up. Nick can feel her voice trembling, he asks her if everything is fine, she says yes and that she will see him later, then hangs up.
Looking into Patrick's beautiful light blue eyes, she is wondering if he can read what she is thinking right now. She feels so hot. Standing up she goes to the window to open it. Patrick cannot help but smile. He apologizes for scaring her. He tells her that he knocked, but there was no answer, so he tried the door and it was unlocked. Then he saw her sleeping in her chair and couldn't bare to wake her up, for she looked so lovely. Feeling her flesh flush hotly in her face, she immediately returns the apologies to him.
After regaining her senses, she introduces herself to him. He does the same. "Patrick, is my name and I already knew who you are." Blushing she asks him from where. He tells her from the newspaper article. Relieved, that he didn't say in her dreams, she redirects the conversation to a more businesslike matters.
When all is done, Patrick gives her his file to study. She is surprised with his gesture of trust. Before she asks him, he tells her that he has complete faith in her and that he will be back tomorrow night to view things about his estates. Then he tells Julia that he can never meet with her in daytime because of his job, so if she has a problem with this, she should say so right now. Looking into his hypnotic eyes, she tells him that she has no problem with this and that she will try to do her best to accommodate him.
He leaves her at that. When he closes the door behind him, he rests his back to it and takes in a deep breath. It took all of his will power not to tell her how he felt. But one day he will, all in good time. Julia, on her part, lets herself fall back in her chair with disbelief. "This can't be!" she screams in her mind. Here was standing the man of her dreams and she just realized that he has the same name as the true love of her ancester. Is this fate? She is not sure, but one thing she knows, she will have pleasant dreams tonight.
STORY TO BE CONTINUED
