SurfAngel_1031

  Warm to her naturally cold fingers, the vampire felt the life-giving blood just below the surface of the woman’s tanned hand. One single f touch. A vague recolle of speaking, a polite gesture then silenbsp; Blurry wavy lines like that of a hot scorg desert obscured the vampire's third eye for a few moments as the crimson iris mao focus oails of the unfolding vision.

  Autumn leaves y on the surface floating in small circles around the various smaller isnds that dotted a ke of soothing blue. Faded and light yellow-green lilypads poked up from the shallows and bounced wheer pushed back from the rocky shoreline. Small clouds of steam rose and spread out across the expanse, leaving an angelic look that at times would curl and tuto images of wings that threateo take off high into the air. Fading flowers covered the ndscape in the ter, with masses of yellow and e butterflies desperately trying to drink from the ar before their ow faded and could no longer fly. Adding to the serenity of the moment, Fish and frogs stayed below the water and even through their pyful antics didn’t cause any ripples.

  Settling on a lonely branch h close to the ke, the blue jay vampire nded and poked its head around to gather more information. Spotting a deep blue and gray motorcycle materialize out of the white fog, the moon eyes of the jay watched the dy rider switch off the engine, pocket the keys and flip the stand down. Ohe woman removed her helmet, the bird knew who she was watg. Blue-gray streaked short hair that matched the ‘Indian’ bike tumbled free as Sylvie watched herself walk to the edge and stand with her hands iwin pockets of her leather jacket.

  Intense feelings of love and fusion flowed from the vampiri of herself and into the bird. Kneeling, Sylvie picked up a rod with a flick of her wrist set the small stone skipping across the ke, ending the tranquility and ripples scattered in all dires – all without a sound. Matg the cue of the rock spshes, a light rain began to fall and soon its crystalline drops started to make certain parts of the se sparkle for the bird. When a droplet fell from the precious flowers that were open, it was as though fireflies streaked through the air before disappearing into the ground.

  Biker-Sylvie looked up to the cloudy sky, as if searg for her best friend – the moon. The bird iree felt the frustration and uood the meaning.

  -Everything is just out of my reach.-

  Having its fill of the mencholy vision, the bird spread its wings to lift off.

  Golden, buttery light came from the bird’s peripheral vision halting the iion to leave. Folding its wings back Sylvie hopped on her bird feet and followed the image she’d seen two times before. A vampire woman, with her visage hidden in her rain slicker. While the hood might have been pulled up, it still allowed the bird to see the locks of copper-strawberry with hints of blohat the light wind had exposed.

  Excitement flooded the little vampire bird because this vision was more plete thaher two. The first one didn’t include the sed vampire, and the sed one didn’t include the light pulsing from the inside of the hood.

  When the light imbued woman came up behind Sylvie’s rain slicked form, the ced one hand on her shoulder, and stood there as if the se had frozen pletely.

  Twitg her bird head around frantically Sylvie searched for meaning, anything. The ohing she o firm the vision as true and time was running out. She could feel the third eye getting tired and khe heat lines would return then afterward nothing but darkness and loneliness.

  Freezing in pce, Sylvie as her blue jay saw it. Shod relief coursed through her dead body.

  -There it is. Was it there the whole time?-

  Light behind shadow. Woman behind woman. Sun to moon.

  -The Eclipse.-

  Meditation and its practice was fn to many of Sylvie’s brethren. Deep ption, breathing trol, and even kindness or passion were not abilities or cepts on the list of a typical vampire. Laughed at by quite a few of the more ‘alpha’ type fledglings, they’d often make ents about Sylvie being the only vampire with stress and ay. Truth was, they didn’t quite know how she worked. Practig the human art form allowed Sylvie two signifit bes. First was how it dampened and at some times removed the burning iy ihroat for blood, allowing her more time to figure out when and how to procure her nourishment without feeling the desperation of hunger. Sed, it allowed the opportunity to watd monitor the way her third eye worked or even at times predict when it would open and show her a vision.

  Although wholly focused on that inner eye, Sylvie didn’t know the vision she’d just witnessed was ing until her blood reserve dipped and the fuzzy eyelid opened from a long sleep. No matter who or what the vision was lio, Sylvie khat this time the vision was plete and very likely to e true at some point. When the first o her nine months ago, it receded by the young dy named Casey Rivers grabbing her hand and squeezing. Uhe slow opening she witnessed moments ago, the vision back then was quick, intense and made Sylvie freeze iil the ke se had run its course.

  -You chased down that lead, Sylvie. Nothing came of it. You and her saved each other. Had a few good times before…Casey left.-

  Uo maintain the focus of her meditation any longer due to the light sting of the thought, Sylvie mildly groaned before sitting up in the bed she’d been lying in. Ohe sheet dropped and exposed Sylvie’s nude body to the air, she looked around the room for her clothing.

  -Crumpled on the floor, lovely.-

  Sylvie had been with the woman to her immediate right for about a month and while light moving in the bed didn’t really disturb the sleeping woman, the shift i to stand woke her up every time. Opting to get the iable out of the way, Sylvie pced her hand on Rose’s shoulder aly shook her awake.

  “Rose.” Sylvie’s Virginia southern at floated in the air between them, “Wake up darl’n.” Drawing in a shallow breath, Sylvie leaned over and picked up her bck bra first and s in pce over her near-oversized chest. “We have a wee little bit to discuss, before I leave.”

  Yawning and pulling herself up against the pile of pillows she’d been sleeping on, the strawberry-brue haired woman scrubbed the sleep from her eyes and smiled at her panion. “I get the feeling I am not going to like this versation, Luna.” Rose half smiled and crossed her arms over her bare chest.

  Shaking her head slowly, Sylvie firmed Rose’s statement. “You don’t know how much I wish the oute was different.” Slipping from the bed, Sylvie picked up her panties and shoved them in her jeans pocket before pulling the denim over her slehighs before tg the button. “Rose.” She sighed, “Rose. You’ve seen bits and pieces of how I see things, right?”

  Tears f in her eyes, Rose shook her head without speaking.

  “Have I expihe ohing that tells me that what I see is true?” Sylvie offered

  Nodding almost imperceivably, Rose mao eke out a solitary word. “Eclipse.” ing the white sheet around her nude form, Rose scooted on her ko the edge of the bed. “You…you said my hair.” Rose pulled on her reddish brown hair, “That was what brought us together.”

  “The eclipse, Rose.” Sylvie firmed the truth, “I saw the eclipse tonight, it was subtle but it was there.” Sylvie reached out and squeezed Rose’s hand. “Moment of truth.” Sylvie took a longing breath and smiled. “As much as I wish I could leave you with the memories, in the long run they would destroy any hope of another life for you.”

  Sloug and g as though she’d had a hole form in her chest, Rose shook her head and pleaded with Sylvie once more. “I know…I know we..…” She slobbered a g, “... love one another.”

  Once her white Malibu rum tee had been stretched over her frame, Sylvie stepped to the side of the bed. “No doubt, my Rose.” Sylvie allowed herself to enjoy Rose’s silky hair as it flowed over her fingers a final time. “We would be lovely for a time. Picture perfect, to be ho.” Sylvie drew in a deep breath and smiled. “You know without even trying it will e true.” Sylvie sighed, “Imagine waking up ten years from now and being lost, fused how you got so much older? Your friends are you sympathy over a woman you don’t recall.” She paused, “All because in the night, the vision came to pass.” Sylvie raised her long eyebrows, “I ’t do that to you.”

  Rose shook her head defiantly.

  Calling to her vampire blood, Sylvie breathed slow and soft and created a sweet breeze for Rose to breathe in. Within moments of the entment taking effect, Sylvie khat the woman had been pced in a powerfully deep charm where the vampire could ps that would mask Sylvie’s presence. “Rose, lovely sweet Rose. It will be like you slept for a month, dreams so vivid you swear they might even have been true. Anything out of pce will be déjà vu. You’ll be rejuvenated and eager to live life to the fullest and remember the dream as a fond moment.” Sylvie breathed one more time to set the gmor in pce.

  Jumping into her calf length heavy boots, Sylvie raced around Rose’s apartment and removed any trace that she’d been there and escaped in gaseous form through the base of the door.

  -I hate doing that.-