Cat and Mouse
She drove out of the city in her black pickup, following the map that was given to her. She drove until the sun was peaking over the horizon Luckily her first destination was coming up. It was this old abandoned motel that had flaking lime green paint all over it. It obviously hadn't been opened in quite sometime.
Charlotte went to the front desk to 'borrow' one of the keys but there was only one there, room number three. It was sort of suspicious to Charlotte but she soon realized that she was hungry and she still hadn't eaten in two days. Her wings came out and stretched out all the black feathers at once, in the small room. She couldn't stay out anymore the sun was too much, and with the added hunger, Charlotte had to hurry if she wanted to avoid bloodlust. She took the room key and hurried down the hallways until she finally came upon a dark grey door with a missing 3. She opened it and it was completely dark, she felt along the wall for a light switch but there wasn't any. She did, however, find an oil lamp with matches beside it. Once the lamp was lit, the room was illuminated.
There was a single bed with heavy covers, a table on each side of the bed, and a trunk at the end of the bed. On the trunk there was another frozen rose and a Letter.
'My dear Charlotte,
How the years have haunted me for not being braver and hunting you down. There is so much that I wish I could go back and redo but I can't. If you haven't figured it out, and you probably haven't, 200 years ago this room was once the like we use to play by. The lake that started this twisted rollercoaster of events that started with our first kiss.
I picked this room especially for you; it has everything that you need to complete this journey. There are some clothes in the truck that I thought you might like. They're not from this current fashion but one that you and I are personally familiar with.'
Charlotte opened the trunk and pulled out a black with heavy white and silver embroidery on it. It went off the shoulders and had long sleeves that would prove to be skintight on her arms. Charlotte looked back to the letter.
'Trust me; this journey will be worth it in the end.
Until then, G.'
Charlotte folded the letter and traded it in her bag for a pack of blood, after eating she changed into the dress and fell into a deep slumber.
Images of Gideon flashed in her mind as she slept, "Charlotte, hurry." His voice whispered to her. She woke suddenly and grabbed her things as she ran to her truck; she sped off to the next dot on the map that was given to her. It wasn't too far but the road began getting rougher and rougher as she sped through. She looked over to the small clock that was in the dashboard, 4:45.
How? She hadn't slept that late, had she? She climbed out of the car because the truck couldn't go any further. She was a t a pile of stones that once was the base of a home, beside the house was 6 headstones. On the edge that was closest to the headstones was another rose. Charlotte knew where she was instantly; this rubble was once her childhood home. She realized that the Journey that she was going on was to lead her back to him, back to... There was no more time to gape at the headstones of her adoptive family, the sun was rising quickly. Charlotte held on to the rose as she ran with vampiric speed to the manor; but it wasn't enough the sun was right on her heels. If she didn't hurry, she would burn. Just then the Manor came into sight; it had been rebuilt after it had burnt to the ground.
She pushed harder; the doors were wide open as if an invitation inside. She slammed the doors behind her as she fell to the ground gasping for air. "Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to join the party." Drake said from the main table, taking a sip of blood from his flask. "How are you doing girly?" He asked with a sick and twisted smile on his bearded mouth.
"Drake? Where is he?" Charlotte said as I go up and went to the table.
"Where is who?" he teased. "Luci, do you know what Girly here is talking about?" He called over his shoulder to a woman in a dark dress coming from the kitchen.
"Yes, but I'm not allowed to say. Sorry Mistress." Lucillia said with a smile as she brought out a tray of tea.
"Lucillia?" she stepped back in complete shock, she had thought Drake would have killed Lucillia years ago but no; she was standing before her, happy and undead, just like Drake.
"Yes Mistress?" Lucillia asked with a child's innocence.
"You're alive."
"No. Sadly not. My heart no longer beats; it hasn't for sometime now, does yours?" She tilted her head to the side.
"What Girly here means, darlin', is that you're not a pile of ash." Drake patted Lucillia's hand and she smiled as she sat down next to him and poured him a cup of blood tea.
"He's waitin' Girly; he has been for a long time. I've never seen Boyo so down in the dumps over anything before. You better hurry, but then again, it's not like we have expiration dates on our feet." Charlotte knew that Drake had just spoken what she had been running from all these years, the truth. She knew the Gideon would hold her to her word but she never meant to cause him pain. She was just afraid, of what?
Lucillia giggled. "Feet."
Charlotte headed up the stairs with caution; she saw the faint glow of fire in the room that had once been the study. The door was open and she could see Gideon's back to her, his long white hair tied back, he was still in his dusty old coat and was paler than ever but it was like Charlotte had a tan either. She knocked gently on the door.
"Come in Drake, She's not coming. The sun has risen. I doubt that she even understood what the roses meant, or even accepted my invitation."
Charlotte walked quietly behind him as he spoke, his voice was so lonely. She stood behind his chair and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "So that's what that was? An invitation? I thought it was your way of telling me to hurry my ass up already." She said playfully. Gideon jumped out of his chair and stared at Charlotte in disbelief. "What? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"No, but something defiantly undead." He took a step forward but Charlotte's smile dropped as she took a step backward. "Sorry." He took a step backward, Charlotte took two forward so that they were right in front of each other.
"You shouldn't be the one who's apologizing, I should."
"Charlotte," He whispered but Charlotte cut him off.
"You know I don't like it when you call me that; and, I'm really sorry Gideon. I've been stupid and a coward. I was afraid to get so close to someone, anyone, especially you."
"Why? You know that you don't have to be afraid of me."
"I know that, but…Now that I look back on it, I realize that I loved you. I was so stupid for running away." She eyes started to water, she tried to fight back the tears. She watched as he carefully came up to her. She ignored the little annoying voice that was telling her to get as far away as she could from him, from this place. "I'm not going to run away again, if that's what you're worried about."
"Charlie, it's not that that I'm worried about. It was if you loved me anymore?" they were now standing merely inches apart. Charlotte looked up to him with a tear falling down her cheek.
"Of course I do, I couldn't stand to be without you anymore. When I got your rose and the flowers I- I didn't know what to think. You must hate me for taking so long." She hung head in shame, she couldn't look at his eyes anymore, they were filled with sadness and longing.
Gideon closed the distance between them and held her; he buried his face in her hair, taking in her scent. "I could never hate you. I knew you would stay true to your word."
Charlotte wrapped her arms around his waist, never wanting to let go again. "200 years was a bit much huh?"
Gideon started laughing. "A bit over dramatic." Charlotte couldn't help it, his laugh was contagious.
She looked back up and dared to look back into his eyes, the sadness was filled with joy but the longing was still there, it was a different longing though, one Charlotte could identify in herself as well. "Gideon, will you kiss me again?" She whispered softly.
Gideon grinned from ear to ear. "Gladly." He leaned down and kissed her with a kiss she would never forget in the rest of her life. Charlotte stood there in the arms of the man she loved, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms again and the safety that came with it.
The End.
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