Chapter 11-Somebody To Love
"What the hell are you looking at? Get back too work!"
Josef's employees quickly scrambled back to their offices, pretending they didn't see anything. He walked me back to his office.
"Sit down."
I sat down on his couch, tears were still running down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them. He walked back over and handed me a tall glass of blood and whiskey, I took it with shaking hands.
I couldn't force myself to look him in the eyes, I was extremely embarrassed. I had let him see me in a position no one else had. That bothered me...
"Maralyn...please look at me..."
I continued to stare at the floor, I bit my lip, trying to hold back a sob.
"Look at me!"
I could hear the pity and anger in his voice, I slowly looked up at him. We just stared at each other.
"I'm sorry..." Was all I could say.
He shook his head. "Sorry? For what?"
I pointed towards my tear-stained face. "This..."
"Why are you apologizing for crying?"
I took a long sip of my drink, then looked back up at him. "Because, you shouldn't have to see this..."
He walked closer and knelt down in front of me. "It doesn't bother me, besides, sometimes crying helps."
I sighed. "It wont help this time..."
He reached up and wiped my tears with his thumb, he smiled at me. "Please, just tell me about it..."
"It's a long story..."
He moved to where he was sitting next to me on the couch. "I've got forever..."
I bit my lip, and looked away from him. Could it really be that easy? To trust someone like that? Just open up and spill my story?
"Maralyn...please, it'll help to talk about it..."
I sighed, it's worth a shot right? "My full name is Maralyn Louise Sanchez, I was born in Texas. Both of my parents were doctors, I grew up going to the best private schools money could buy. 'Best of the best' is always what my dad would say...High school was the greatest thing in my life...or so I thought...I did everything at that school. Cheer leading, yearbook, newspaper...you name it, I did it..."
I took another gulp of my drink.
"One of the many times my picture was seen in the news paper, a vampire saw it...he, for some unknown reason, fell in love with me...I don't know what he saw that he liked so much..."
"Maybe because you're beautiful..."
I looked at him. "Lying doesn't get you far with me Josef..."
He shook his head. "I'm not lying..."
I ignored him and continued with the story. "Over the next few weeks, I always felt like someone was staring at me, but I ignored it because I was an idiot. Then one night, after I had went to bed, he snuck into my room and took me from my bed...He fed off of me a few times, so it didn't take long for me to figure out what he was. I tried to ward him off with the cross I always wore around my neck, but he just laughed...the cross was gold. So, his way of fixing me for what I tried to do, was to take a hot metal cross and brand in into my chest..."
I pulled my shirt down some so that he could get a good look at the scar, he had never had the chance to really see it.
"He would whip me a lot because I always cried, he said that crying was a weakness that I couldn't afford, he told me he would whip the crying out of me...and he did...it got to where he would whip me and I wouldn't make a noise, I knew if I did it would only piss him off..."
A few more tears ran down my cheeks and Josef quickly wiped them away. I gave him a small smile.
"Then after a year of what I thought was hell, he decided to turn me, and that's when the real hell started...I killed so many people Josef, he made me do it, I had no choice...it was like that for three years before I decided to try and escape...I staked him, used a piece of wood and staked the bastard. Then I set the place on fire I sat and watched it burn for a while, it was my own little end of my old life start of a new ceremony...and then I came here..."
Josef nodded, taking it all in. I drained the last of my drink and set the glass down on the floor. Josef pulled me into his arms, I had my head on his shoulder. I felt completely at peace in that moment. God does he smell good, a mixture of cologne and soap, with the tiniest hint of blood. I buried my head into the nape of his neck and placed a light kiss.
I don't ever want to leave his arms.
But, I know, good things never happen to me, so why get my hopes up?
