Live everyday as if it were your last…

Love like if there was no tomorrow.

A supernatural battle that's been waging since the beginning of time. Will true love prove to conquer all or will temptation of eternal life win? Aden must chose between the woman he's loved for all of his lives…or the Vampire that wants to own his soul.

Quick synopsis's:

Aden Haul is a twenty five year old architect who gets diagnosed with acute Leukemia. When it seems like his world has come to an end; he meets two beautiful woman in one days time.

The first a successful business woman by the name of Bianca O' Tull who wants Haul to design her dream home off the Hudson River. Oddly one with no windows.

Later when a strange package is delivered for O' Tull, by the young Georgia Curatoria at the build site, Aden is enamored by Curatoria's beauty setting off a legendary battle between the two woman that's been waging since the beginning of time. But these two woman are more than what they seem. Haul will have to chose between the chance to live forever, or the brief time with the one he's always loved.

Chapter one

"Aden Haul." Doctor Allen stated as he entered the exam room. Chart in hand. He was a colleague and good friend of his mothers.

Of course it had been forever since he needed to see a doctor. The last one being Dr. Schwartz who was a pediatrician and at twenty five he had long surpassed the doctors age restriction.

Too bad, he thought.

He felt comfortable with Dr. Schwartz. At least he smiled from time to time.

"Aden the reason I had you come in today," Dr. Allen stopped and released a breathy sigh. "Well, there's no easy way to say this son."

"Than just say it."

"Leukemia. It's in a progressed stage." He flipped through his chart than stopped to look back up at him. "But I want to run some more test."

The only reason he finally agreed to see Dr. Allen was, the fevers and persistent night sweats were making it nearly impossible to get a good nights rest. Not to mention how incredibly tired and run down he felt lately.

"Aden?" He didn't realize the Doctor was still speaking. "Would you like me to talk to your mother?"

"No. Thanks. I'll tell her." He came off the exam table and pulled on his charcoal gray tee trying to figure out what just happened.

"I'll do what ever I can," the doctor grabbed his shoulder firmly. "I know some of the best Oncologist Aden. But you should know, this form of leukemia, it's aggressive. Survival would require immediate treatment."

"No…no, chemo."

"Son?"

Aden tightly ran his fingers through the thick waves of golden brown hair on his head. "Thanks Doc. But no…" he wasn't about to mortgage whatever time he had left in the hospital hoping.

He left the doctors office bombarded with pamphlets on cancer and coping. He walked down the hall, past the waiting room and out the double doors feeling like a ghost. He was a different man then he had arrived and all his previous concerns and worries were trivial. So trivial now.

Expecting to keep his promise, he drove to St. Luke's-Roosevelt in the City where his mother was the Chairwoman in the Department of Surgery and his sister the Chief of the Trauma Division.

The study of medicine was a constant presence in his home growing up. His mother was a firm believer in the power of Medicine. She even pushed him as a child to become a doctor.

Unfortunately for his mother, he was fascinated by buildings and their structures. He remembered how disappointed she was when he told her he wanted to be an architect.

"Hey Laura. Have you seen my mother?"

Laura was like family. She had been a part of his mothers nursing team for as long as he could remember. Though he hadn't seen her for a while, she hadn't changed a bit and the woman always wore a smile.

"A-D!" She cried out coming from around her cubical to give him a hug. She stood only a few inches over his chest in height. Of course he was a towering six foot, two inches but Laura was always a petite woman and her coco skin was as beautiful as ever. She knew every bump and bruise he got as a child and treated him like her very own son. "She's in a board meeting but if you hang around for about fifteen minutes, she should be done." She released him from her embrace. "Did you go see Dr. Allen?"

A part of him wanted to confide in the woman that was like a mother to him.

"He said, I'm fine."

"That's good. You had your mother and me worried. We don't like that," she smiled.

"We don't like what?" His mother's sure, stern voice asked from behind. Her serious face was cradled in the short cap of her blonde hair, as a thin line formed her mouth. Permanently positioned in horizontal. But than she always looked like that. She called it dedication to her practice. Others called it obsession. Dressed in her white doctors coat she wasn't his mother at this moment. She was Doctor Haul. She pushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

"That I'm fine," he lied.

"Well. What did he say?"

"Nothing."

"Okay. I'll talk to him myself—"

"Damn it! I said it was nothing." He rarely took that tone with his mother. No one took that tone with his mother. Not even his father. She dictated there lives at home as much as she did at the hospital and the surprised look on her face reminded him of that.

"If you'll excuse me," Laura said. "I have something I need to get back to."

He felt bad getting Laura caught in the cross fire. "Look. I'm old enough to keep some parts of my life private."

"Oh, god Aden. It's not—"

"Mother." He knew what she was thinking. He had a wild night out and got some low notch, sexually transmitted decease. If only. That he could live with.

"Georgia," Terry the secretary at Beeline courier called out tapping her pencil against a worn wooden desk. "I have a delivery on Broadway. It's yours if you want it."

"No way. You just want free pizza."

Terry peaked over the divider and rolled her eyes. "He's not bad looking."

"Forget it." Georgia looked up to met her eyes.

"I already promised." It was no secret that Eddie Maloney son of Ray Maloney down at the pizzeria had a thing for her. He made sure at least one delivery came out of there courier service everyday. And he called in advance asking for her specifically.

It wasn't that Eddie was a bad looking guy. He was actually very attractive. She just didn't have the want or need for a man in her life right now and working the Bee was only a second job. Originally she was only going to work there for a few months. It had been three years.

When she moved from Louisiana four years ago with big dreams of becoming a Journalist, she never thought it would be this hard. But she was only eighteen then. Her dreams had to be put on hold to survive and moving back home wasn't an option. All that small town had to offer was the same sad life her mother led.

She became pregnant with her at sixteen with her high school sweetheart. After one year he bailed on them. After that her mother became an abusive alcoholic. She stuck around for as long as she could but she just couldn't watch as her mother kill herself a little every day.

"I'll make the delivery. Nothing else."

"Thank you Georgia," Terry purred.

"Nothing else."

"Right. Nothing else." Terry agreed. Georgia hated when Terry agreed. It always felt like she wasn't. She held out her hand for the package to be delivered. Terry handed her a small brown box.

"This feels empty."

"It's not." Terry smiled. "He said it was fragile. So be very careful."