Chapter Seventeen

My conversation with Elizabeth proved enlightening and fascinating.  She admitted to me that she loved a vampire named Patrick.  She was actually discussing becoming a vampire as well, but agreed to wait a few more years so that she and Patrick would be more compatible in age when it happened.  It seemed Patrick was much older than she when he was turned and felt self-conscious about the age difference their bodies displayed.  That, in itself, I found fascinating.  Unfortunately, she told me, just like there are good and bad people, there are good and bad vampires. This was something I knew firsthand.  It seemed Patrick was on the side of right when he came up against wrong and he didn’t survive.  Since no one was aware of their relationship or the fact that Patrick was a vampire, Elizabeth was forced to mourn in silence.  Our conversation was her first opportunity to speak her pain.

I held her close while she wept for her lost lo