Well, this is the end of this fiction. I'd like to thank moonjat who was there for me as a beta some time and always there to tell me sweet words. I also thank all of you who liked this story and waited patientely for the end.

This might be the end of this fiction, but this is also the beginning of something new. Some of you may already know the fiction I began, A vampire's war, sequel to my very first fiction. I had to remove it, but I felt really bad to not end it in a real way, so I'll post back the chapters on this board and write a real end. This is the better way for both readers and the author :)

Thanks again to all of you.

Epilogue

Two years later

My name is Freia. I was 27, I am 27 and will still be 27. I am a photographer and I'm leaving in L.A.

Everything ended and began that day. I'd found a piece of paper in my pocket and I still remember the terrible pound of my heart as I read his words. I just shouted at the driver and made him stop the car. As I arrived in my bedroom, he was there, holding my picture in his hand, the only picture who showed what he wanted from me… his humanity.

I took him in my arms and kissed him. I knew he loved me, he wanted me to stay. He'd wrote words full of love. I'm forever yours. And I was his.

I slowly pulled down and he looked at me with, yes, happiness. He murmured

"The picture… you did it…" He was surprised and it made me smile.

I grabbed his face between my hands and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"You're not a monster Josef. You were heartbroken. You're maybe immortal but you're still human. All the things you've done for Eva, for Vanessa and, I paused, even for Sarah, show your humanity."

He looked at me, realizing my words and I could see sadness fill his eyes. He took me back in his arms and kissed me. His kiss was full of love and tenderness. He slowly broke it and whispered in a shaky voice "I am so sorry." I knew what he was talking about. It had destroyed me but god, I forgave him. I kissed him softly, my tongue rubbing his lips. He opened instantly his mouth and his tongue caught mine with passion. He pulled me closer to him and my body was burning, begging him to take me. "Make love to me". My voice was only a warm whisper.

He lifted me and pulled me slowly on the bed, him on top of me. His heaviness upon me was pure bliss and his kiss made me lose all control. He broke his kiss and took of my coat with my shirt. I unbuttoned his and rubbed his muscled chest, making him sigh under my touch. He kissed my neck and my shoulders as I caressed his naked back, pulling him closer to me. He took off my bra and tasted me with his lips and tongue. His mouth was all over my body who burned for him. His lips were cold and his breath gave me goosebumps as he kissed and licked my skin. Between his kisses he repeated "I'm so sorry". His voice, his plea drove me crazy with desire. He reached for my belt and slowly opened it as he kissed and repeated his words. He took my pants slowly of me, pressing his hands against my skin on his way down. He quickly threw his owns and came back upon me. I sighed as I felt his naked skin on mine. He was cold but it felt so good. His hands caressed me all over my body as he licked my nipples, repeating all over again "I'm so sorry". This sound and his touch on me was a divine torture. I was losing all control and already ready to come. I longed for him and brought his lips back to mine and kissed him passionately.

I tried to speak and begg him, but my voice was interrupted by the moans he provoqued by his body rubbing against mine. "Josef… I need you…"

Then I felt his hand grabbing my buttocks and slowly lift them from the bed to slowly enter me. I could feel his length inch by inch. I sighed loudly and tightened my arms around his neck. He began to move very slowly, his hands firmly on my butt. I pulled my legs around his waist and felt him deep inside me. I moaned as he growled and I was already so close. He moved a little faster, moving out then deep inside. I tightened my hold around his neck so strongly that I could have strangled him. His words "I'm so sorry" mixed with growls made me explose.

He laid me down on the sheets but stayed inside me, still moving, very slowly. Oh my god, I was ready to come again. We were looking at each other in the eyes. His silver iris were burning with desire and something I had never seen before with him or anyone else. Love. He kissed me and moved still very slowly, then he took one of my hands that was holding his neck. He guided it slowly between us and pulled it where I could feel us joined. I sighed as I felt him in my hand at the same time that he was entering me. He began to move a little faster and I was losing myself under his movements. I arched my back, approaching climax and I felt his mouth on my breast. He licked me, I sighed, he moved faster, I moaned. Then I felt his tongue followed with his fangs. The feelings were so strong, his mouth on me, him inside me, pounding hard and fast, that I was going to explode, literaly. When he pierced my flesh I cried a second time, this time followed by a warm growl, but what I felt then was so powerful that I collapsed.

I woke hours later, alone in my bed. I looked around, afraid that it was just a dream but then I realized where I was. I stood up, naked and took on my clothes. The air was cold and the manor silent. I didn't know where he was and was almost afraid that he'd changed his mind. I walked to the door of my room and hesitated, not knowing what to do. I hated that strange situation, he'd left me alone, again.

Then I heard steps in the corridor that approached the door. It was Eva's and I suddenly felt relieved. I waited in my room and heard a soft knock on the door.

"Yes?"

He opened the door and looked at me with tender eyes. My fears flew instantly away and I smiled to him.

"Hi" he said in a soft voice.

"Hi" I responded.

He walked towards me and inhaleted my scent. I didn't know what to do, what was I suppose to do now? He'd told me he was mine and begged for forgiveness, but I didn't know what he was ready to do for us, neither was I. So I just said the first thing that came to my mind.

"I let my baggages in the taxi."

He smiled and answered.

"Well, I guess you have two choises. First, you keep those clothes. Second, you have to stay here naked. My choice? Number two."

I was astonished. He humored me. I just looked at him, mouth open, not even knowing if it was a joke or not. I surely looked very stupid from his position and he added.

"Don't worry, the driver took your baggages out when you ran back to me."

As he said those words, it seemed like he was realizing what I had done. He slowly rubbed my cheek, then my lips and kissed me. It send shivers all along my body. God, he just made me so crazy. He slowly broke the kiss and I followed his lips as he pulled away with a smile.

"You must be hungry." Yes, I was dying of hunger.

I nodded.

We went downstairs and for the first time since I was in the manor, he sat in the dining room while I was eating. I have to say that it was really strange and the silence in the room while I was eating and him staring at me, was really uncomfortable. He had a smile on his face as he watched me and I tried to eat properly even though I was starving.

After that we walked in the park. Everything was so strange, it was like nothing had happened the weeks before and even so, I was feeling uncomfortable in this place. I stopped walking and he turned around, looking at me questionnely. I thought for a second and finally said

"I can't stay here, Josef. This place is so full of sad memories, I just can't feel peaceful."

His smile slowly disappeared and I instantly regretted my words, but I had to tell him what I truly felt. He thought, looking at the green grass and lifted his eyes back in mine.

"I understand. Where do you want to go?"

"Home, in New York." I watched his face and I was so scared to lose him again. "Would you come with me?" I was shaking.

He nodded lost in his thoughts, his hands in his pocket and bit his lower lips.

"Yes, but I'll join you later. I have some things here to deal with first."

I knew he was talking of Eva and I was quite disappointed he wouldn't leave with me.

He held out his hand to me, I took it and we walked back to the manor.

I left the next day, alone. This time he was waiting for the car with me, but our goodbye was full of embarassement. I'd hoped he would kiss me or hug me, but he only told me he would see me later and caressed tenderly my cheek.

I sat in the taxi, without looking behind, afraid he would see my disappointment. The ride back to New York lasted an eternity. I was finally outside the manor, this strange cell and as I arrived in the city, I felt like a stranger. I entered my appartment and it looked like I was gone for years. I sat in my couch and sighed. What would happen next? I couldn't even think; I realized how tired I was after this month and my body was aching for rest. I just feel asleep there.

I woke up next morning, less tired, but like everything that happened was just a dream. I took a shower and then tried to do something. I felt so lonely, so empty. I missed him.

Four days later and he hadn't showed up nor called. I was desperate. I began to think that Eva had made him change his mind, that he didn't want to be with me. I was repicturing our love making again and again, and what had happened after, trying to understand what I did wrong. I felt guilty to tell him I wanted to leave the manor, thought that it was my fault, that I had betrayed him.

I stayed in my room, without eating, only sleeping or crying. The next evening, I had taken a long shower and was ready to get outside, thinking that I had to try to take my life back, when I heard a knock on my door. I went to the door and there he was, looking down.

My heart jumped in my chest and pounded fast. He slowly lifted his eyes and met mine. I wanted to kiss him and hit him at the same time. He'd might have felt it because he seemed embarassed.

"Can I come in?"

I just moved and let him step inside. He watched at the appartment and seemed to remember how this whole story began. A smile appeared in the corner of his mouth and disappeared as fast. He turned around and stared at me. I said nothing, I had nothing to say to him. He was the one to explain his silence.

"You're upset" he said. Yes I was.

I said nothing. I needed to hear him say what I wanted to hear. But he said nothing.

I sighed, scared that our story was just a mistake. I finally managed to say.

"I have to get out." My voice was cold, empty of any feelings. I turned around and felt him take my hand.

"Wait." His eyes were begging. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight. I inhaled his scent. God, I'd missed that smell and those strong arms.

He whispered, his mouth in my hair. "I missed you." And I'd missed him.

We stayed like that some minutes that seemed like hours. It felt so good. I forgot all my fears from the days before. He was there, with me. I slowly pulled away and looked at him. I knew there was something to do, so we could move on, so he could move on.

"Come with me."

We walked outside the appartment and I saw a black car with a driver, waiting for us in the street.

I told the driver our location. Vanessa had told me once where to go. I sat next to him, and he pulled me closer. We didn't talk, just sat holding each other.

The car finally stopped and as Josef stepped outside after me, his face was suddenly covered by a shadow as he realized where we were. I took his hand and we walked silently on the wet grass until we found the vault. He looked at me, sadness filled his eyes. I knew it was the right thing to do if I wanted him to feel relieved from his pain.

We approached the vault and saw the name, her name. It was very simple but engraved with flowers. Inside, a little window let the moonlight enter and lighten the name on the tomb. Sarah Whitley. I entered the first, followed by Josef whose eyes were filled with tears. He just looked at the tomb. I could feel his pain.

Suddenly I felt like I was too many. It was something between him and Sarah. I slowly loosened his hand but he held my hand tight and murmured "please stay." His voice was shaking. I squeezed his hand back.

We walked back to the car in silence. I knew he'd finally told her goodbye. His face was more peaceful. We sat in the car and he looked at me in the eyes.

"I'm staying at the hotel. I'd like you to stay with me tonight."

I nodded, smiling.

We arrived at a palace that was 'vampire friendly' as he named it. There he told me that he'd sold his townhouse, that's why it took him so long to come and see me. He had many things to handle with it. I understood that it was a sign that he was really ready to move on, but didn't realize that it was all for me, until he took me in his arms and kissed me. That night he made love to me like he'd never done before. He wasn't begging for forgiveness, he was sharing his love and I showed him mine.

I stayed with him two weeks and began to live like a vampire. I slept during day and stood up when the sun slowly disappeared. My need to take pictures came back and Josef slowly took contact with other vampires. I didn't meet them, he was always waiting that I was outside. The first times I was jealous that he might be seing that beautiful red hair vampire. But he wasn't, and if he was I knew he was faithful to me. He was more comfortable, happy almost everyday. The sadness was leaving him nights after nights. Freshies even came everyday, feeding him. I tried to leave him alone with them, still not comfortable with that.

Then on the third week, as I woke up, I saw him watching me, with a wicked smile on his face. I'd quickly found out that it was his true smile and loved it. I stared at him, not knowing what was happening.

"What?" I asked, feeling that maybe my face had something strange on it.

"There's an exhibition about Marie-Antoinette at Le Grand Palais."

"Oh really? and you know that it's in Paris, right?"

"Of course, I was even living there when it was build."

"So?"

"So I thought that maybe we could go to Europe. You could take pictures there."

I was completely astonished. He wanted to go to Europe.

"I- I don't know… why not?" I didn't know what to say. He looked like a child having a great surprise to give and I had nothing in New York that could stop me from following him.

"Great, we're taking the flight in six hours."

"what?" and he just went to the other room.

We stayed in Europe six months. It was just wonderful. He showed me all the places where he'd lived, told me great stories and made me discover the world of vampires. I met old friends of him and I can't believe I'm saying that but I actually talked to Richelieu, Lafayette and even to the great Queen Elisabeth Ist. It was just unbelievable. It was the best time of my human's life and especially one night.

We were invited to a privat party in London. I was talking with two old vampires about Art and I caught him, standing on the other side of the room staring at me with a smile. I couldn't help but blush. He still makes me that feeling, like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. The two vampires smiled and I left them to meet the only vampire I loved. He took my hand and we walked to the balcony. The night was clear, stars shining everywhere and we had an amazing view on Big Ben. We looked at the town and I felt his lips kissing my neck. God, I was already loosing control.

"They all like you very much" he whispered in my ear and it send shivers in my body.

I smiled. "Really? Well I like them very much too. Especially Elisabeth, she's just amazing."

I was ready to tell him all the things we'd talked about. I was so fond of her. But he interrupted me with a kiss, a very hot one. My knees were so weak. His hands were holding me tight against him and I could feel his desire for me. The way he kissed me, suddenly gave me a strange feeling. Something was wrong. I broke the kiss and looked at him. But he was just smiling and pulled down to continue what he was doing. I stopped him and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He pulled my lips closer to his but I resisted.

"No, I can feel there's something wrong."

He stood straight and sighed. Then he looked back at me and said "When I watched you talking to my friends, I realized something." He paused. "You know, after Sarah died, I thought that my life was over and meant nothing. But I met you and you changed everything. I have my life back, I see my old friends, I speak to them, I laugh with them and all that thanks to you." He leant down and whispered three tender words that I had never heard before.

I held my breath, realizing what he'd just said and I pulled his face close to mine and whispered back in his ears those three wonderful words.

After that, it was even better than before. I couldn't believe it. But as he felt better and finally told me that he loved me, I began to notice that he was missing something. I didn't know what it was and I have to say that I had my own concern so I couldn't really see it. In fact, I realized that I wanted to be forever with him and that there was only one way. I didn't know how to tell him that and I didn't talk about it. I knew he could feel something was wrong but as I said nothing he didn't try to know what it was.

Finally I decided that it was time to talk about it. Elisabeth had given me some advices but I was really nervous. We were in the hotel room in London. We'd just made love and we were holding each other until he felt my distress.

"What's wrong Freia?"

I couldn't look at him, I was so scared to be rejected. Maybe it was too early to ask him that. I took a deep breath and without looking at him I began to say.

"Do you remember what you wrote on the paper when I left the manor?" He nodded silently. "Well, I want forever with you Josef."

He sighed and loosened his hold. I suddenly felt cold without him holding me. I instantly regretted my words, but it was too late and it was what I wanted. He sat on the bed and pulled his hand in his hair. He said nothing and didn't even look at me. I put my hand on his shoulder and he stood up.

"Josef" I was now really scared. Then I add "It can wait later." I saw him relieved but I wasn't. On the contrary, I was desperately disappointed.

After that, he began to be more distant with me. We left Europe, flew back to New York and I was living with a stranger. His kisses were distant, we didn't make love, I was loosing him.

We were staying at the same hotel but he was avoiding me. Sometimes I knew he tried to talk to me but he couldn't and just left. Other times, I noticed that he was holding his phone, looking at the screen, like if he wanted to call someone.

With this whole situation, I felt terrible, so I decided to do something. I waited one afternoon that he was asleep in his freezer. I walked to the desk and found his cellphone then I looked at the repertory. I didn't know who I was supposed to call. I thought of Vanessa but I hadn't her number and Josef never kept freshies' numbers. But then I saw a name that I recognized. I registered the number in my own cell and left the room.

I walked outside the hotel to a pub on the other side of the street, then I called. The voice answered after four dialing tones.

Mick St John?

- Hi, I'm Freia Griffen, I'm sorry to bother you, but…" I was nervous and I didn't know how to tell him, so I just said "I think Josef needs you."

There was a silence on the other side.

Who are you? And how did you get my number?

I was suddenly lost. "It's not important to know who I am. You only have to know that he's in New York-"

In his townhouse?

-No, he sold it. He's staying at his hotel. Please, come as fast as you can."

He didn't answer and just hung back up.

After that I went back to my appartment and was happy that I didn't sell it too. It was very strange to be back at home after all what happened. It smelled empty and without life, but I couldn't go back to the hotel because I knew he was avoiding me. I just hoped that I did the best thing.

Mick St John came the day after. I was in my appartment, so I didn't know what was happening or what I would become. I learned about what they talked later and I'll try to repeat their conversation.

Mick arrived in the early afternoon, Josef was still sleeping in his freezer and was completely drunk, because he'd discovered that I'd left him, well that was what he thought. Mick woke him up violently. If he was happy to know that his friend was 'back', he still was mad at him for not giving him a call in two years. Josef was more than surprised to see his bestfriend through the iced lid and took time to realize who was in front of him. He finally stood up and grabbed the robe Mick had thrown to him.

Josef thought that if Mick was there, either it was because of something really serious, or because of me. In both cases, Josef knew that it would be bad for him. Mick walked to the living room and Josef followed him like a nice boy who knows that he's going to have a hard time. Mick finally turned around, brushing his lips with his fingers and finally looking at his friend. He realized then how bad he was. His hair were longer, he had beard, his eyes red, he was a shadow, just like the one he'd seen when he left L.A.

"A girl, surely one of your freshies, called me. She said you were back and needed help."

Josef's face became darker and a growl escaped. "She's not a freshie and I don't need your help."

"No, of course you don't need my help… Jeez look at you Josef! You look terrible."

Josef turned around and went to the window, staring at the cars on the road. Mick changed his tone and made a step towards his friend.

"Listen, I know it's hard to let her go, but it has been two years."

Josef looked at Mick with a sad smile on his face. "Mick, it's not about Sarah. I moved on, I finally found the way to tell her goodbye."

Mick hadn't be prepared to hear that, but as a good P.I, he quickly understood what it was about.

"It's the girl, right?"

Josef said nothing and Mick took his silence as an answer. He put his hands on his hips trying to find something to say.

"She cares about you, enough to know who to call. She's more than a freshie?"

"She's not a freshie!" Josef's face was vamped out and it surprised Mick. Josef suddenly calmed down and repeated in a low voice. "She's not a freshie."

Mick stood next to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder.

"What happened Josef?"

The old vampire sighed, love despair emanating from him.

"She brought me back to life. I never thought that I would feel like that again, just like when I was with Sarah." His voice was only a whisper.

Mick felt somehow relieved and smiled. "And why is that so bad? I think it's a good thing, don't you?"

Josef nodded then turned back to the window. "It was a good news, but it's not."

"She wants you to turn her, right?" Mick asked carefully.

Josef nodded again.

"She's not Sarah, Josef. No one knows what happened when you turned her, but it doesn't mean that it will happen again."

"And what if… what if it fails again?" Josef stared at Mick, tears in his eyes, his voice broken.

"If isn't an answer Josef. You have to try and see. And if it happens, then you know that you're not alone." Mick stood closer to his friend. "But I don't believe it will fail."

Josef looked down, eyes closed, holding back his tears. They stood next to each other, in silence.

***

I was lying in my bed, sleeping when suddenly I felt a cold and tender carress on my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes and saw him, sitting on my bed, watching me with a tender smile.

"Hi" I said in my sleepy voice.

"Hi" he answered.

We looked at each other a moment, then he finally added. "Mick wanted me to tell you that he'd like to meet you soon."

I sat up in my bed, watching at him, my heart beating fast in my chest. His voice was the soft one, the one which was a wonderful song to my ears. I suddenly felt hope. Mick St John had helped him. I looked at him in the eyes and asked "And what did you say?"

"I told him he needed to wait, because the transition could take some time."

The transition! I couldn't believe it, he was talking about the turning, my turning! I couldn't hold back the smile on my face, I was so happy.

His own smile was priceless, it had been so long the last time I'd seen it. I just had to kiss him.

As our lips meet, it was like we had been apart for an eternity. We kissed each other with hunger and love. When we finally parted, I stared at him.

"I'm not Sarah, you know. I'll open my eyes and look at you, just like you always look at me."

His fingers rubbed my lips and he answered in a low voice "I know."

He approached his face close to mine and I could feel the tip of his lips on mine. Then he slowly opened his mouth and rubbed my lips with his tongue. I imitated him and our tongue meet as our mouths were not completely opened. We looked at each other and tasted the delicious flavour of our tongue and lips. It was so sensual that I sighed and abandonned myself in his mouth. He slowly pulled me back on my bed and I arched my back as I felt his body on mine. God, I'd missed him so much. His hands were all over me, needy, like he had to retouch all the parts he'd missed. I was lost in an intense pleasure, not even able to move. His lips were on mine and my fingers lost in his soft hair, newly washed, were pulling him closer to me.

I slowly felt one of his hands between my legs, slowly carressing my skin up to my thighs. I wanted him so much. I pulled him away and took his shirt of. He sighed as he felt my hands on his chest, giving him the same attention as he did to me. I slowly went down to his belt. We both unbottened his trousers and he quickly stood up to throw his pants away. He was standing in front of me, naked. He was an Apollon and he was mine. I took of my nightgown and suddenly felt him on me.

We both sighed and moaned as we felt our skin touch. I pulled my thighs around his waist. I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted him. We kissed and I could feel him hard on me. I put my hand between us and rubbed him. I heard a growl that gave me shivers all along my body.

"Josef, please."

I felt his hand on mine and we both guided his length inside me. God that felt so good. His pace was really slow at first. I wanted it faster, but it was like he wanted to rediscover me, enjoy all the sensations like it was the first time. My feet pulled against his bottom so I could feel him deeper inside me. My hands were holding his neck firmly and our mouth were tasting each other. Then he quickened the rhythm and I threw my head back, deep in the pillow as I felt him filling me. His cold lips and breath were on my neck. I was already so close.

"Bite me, Josef, please bite me." My voice was shaking under his pace and my pleasure.

He kissed and licked my skin but didn't bite it. The anticipation was a torture but he slowly lifted my legs and I could feel him deeper. I moaned and kissed him. He looked at me as I moaned. His eyes gave me shivers, they were iceblue and yet burning with love and passion. His growls were louder like my moans. He slowly lifted my bottom and filled me deeper. Me, ready to explose.

"Bite me!"

Then I felt his fangs on my breast, piercing the flesh and liberate my warm blood in his cold mouth. I cried under him, my body and mind were lost in a gigantic explosion of pleasure. He pounded a little more and I felt him explose inside me. God it was amazing.

We laid in my bed, holding each other. I carressed his hair as he held me tight, just enjoying the pleasure of being together again.

He turned me one week later.

***
I'm one year old and I live in L.A. The first months were an interesting experience. I discovered the world around me in a new way. The sounds, the smells even the taste were completely different from what I knew. I never expected the world to be so full of noises, it never stops and when I say never, I mean NEVER. The smells, well, think of what you know as a human and multiply it by hundred at least and add all the feelings that emanate from the people. That makes something really strange and disgusting at the beginning but with time, it's just… normal. The sun is another strange thing. Hopefully I always prefered the night. At the beginning, it really hurts, just like when you're cooking and suddenly are burned. It hurts. But with time and experience the pain is not so bad. It's never really something great, but you have to live with that, it's part of the new life. Sometimes I even think that some people might actually see me as a demon and I shiver thinking of what happened in the past to the old vampires like Josef. He never talks about it, but I can only imagine. But for now I have something more important to do.

Today is indeed a big day, because it is the opening of my first exhibition in my gallery. All the pictures are ready, only the guests are missing. I'm standing in the middle of the room. Outside, it's dark. Around me, pictures of the moon in a beautiful park, high trees lightened by its shy light. A manor, with grey stones which become silver in the clear night. The streets of London, Paris, Rome, Madrid, even Oslo, all by night. And there is one picture, hanging all alone, my favorite one. The theme of my exhibition is A Light in the Darkness. It was that picture which gave me the idea. His smile in the shadow of the blue cedar, the light in his eyes.

"The model is really hot!"

I smile. "Yes, he is, but hot is not the right word, since he prefer coolness."

I feel his hands around me, holding me tight. I sigh as I feel his hard body behind me. His mouth in my neck.

"Can't you wait the end of the party?"

We both turn around. Mick is there holding the hand of his wife. She comes and hugs me.

"This is really exciting Freia!"

"Thanks, Beth." Beth is older than me. She was turned just before Sarah died. We became close friends as Josef and I moved to L.A. She helped me a lot through the end of the transition. She's a wonderful woman and vampire. When I heard about her story with Mick, I felt like our men had very special lifes and we were now part of it.

Beth and I walk around the gallery. I show her my pictures and talk about the beautiful places I'd seen. In the corner of my eye, I can see Josef and Mick, with a glass of Champagne, watching us. I know they are talking about us. The first time I met Mick, I was really nervous. I was afraid of what he could say. But he was really charming and I quickly understood that he was thanking me for helping Josef. I felt the same thing toward him, because I became a vampire thanks to him.

The door opens again and a familiar face enter.

"Hi everyone! Don't tell me I'm the only human here!"

I smile. She's always so happy. I leave Beth with Josef and Mick, and hug my very first friend, Vanessa.

"God, I'm so happy for you! You're going to be so famous!!" She'll never change.

"How are you Vanessa?" Stupid question I know…

"Good!! The restaurant works so well, we have so many costumers, that's just crazy! We even have to refuse some of them!"

We laugh. "And how is she?"

Vanessa's face becomes severe. "A little better. She makes a great job, she's the one making the restaurant so famous. I'm just the hostess. But she's still in her deep solitude, you know."

"Well, at least she has you and I heard 'Eva's paradise' is one of the best restaurant in the city. Too bad I can't taste the food."

"That's your own fault!"

We laugh again.

The night is perfect. People are entering the gallery, some of them want already to buy some of my pictures.

I stand in the middle of the street, enjoying the coolness and the sky full of stars. I feel his arms around me again. It feels so good.

"So, how is our famous and talented photographer?"

"More than fine."

I turn around and kiss him. The kiss as a vampire is a thousand more fantastic than as a human. And the sex, well, no regret to be immortal, I assure you! We look at each other, happy to be together, immortal and still with a part of our humanity. Josef has the light in his eyes like he never had. I know the reason why; in one month I'll be his wife forever.

FIN