Chapter 5
Coraline lanquished in the heat of South America in the 90's. She and Cynthia found latin lovers, mucho macho. Although when confronted with vampires, curiously scared enough to wet their pants and cry for their mommacitas. How odd. But then every culture has their differences and Coraline was bored.
She actually yearned for the son-of-a-bitch! At least he was brave and muy exciting. Their fights had been legendary in L.A. but oh, the make up sex! Magnifico. Even now, knowing his duplicity, Coraline craved him.
So was it time to start thinking of returning? Cynthia would hate the idea, hated Mick more than California, if that was possible. The vampire sister would always be there to help.
It had always been that way with them since first being turned by her father, his royal lowness. First she was turned and she, in turn, sired her serving girl, Cynthia. They had both taken to the life of vampires greedily, all sex and blood, and so it was still except … for Mick. No, love was in there now, even with what he had done.
She had had a long time to contemplate what went wrong. First the turning. Why hadn't he accepted being a vampire? What was it about this man that could possibly cause him to want to be human again? But there it was, causing her no end of grief trying to get the dumb lug to enjoy killing. He would have none of it yet she could still call him to her bed. Their chemistry was explosive. She had never had a lover such as him but ultimately it wasn't enough for him. So she figured, maybe he just needed a child – a family – to replace what he thought he had lost.
So she got him a perfectly nice little girl with the same impeccable blood lines as theirs. Same blood type, so much so it was hard not to drain the child. But her need to make Mick happy had been uppermost in her mind.
And he burned her! The rage had dissipated and so had the need for ice cold revenge. No, she was missing something. What was it that he wanted? This whole decade had passed and still she had no clue.
She saw the humans carry on their lives: eking out miserable existences but still there was hope and … that was it, maybe you can't have life without love? That had to be it. Life equals love. Her Mick was a romantic.
So how would she go about being alive again? Time to go back to France. She would have to sniff around and figure out where they were guarding it but yes, there was a way to get Mick back.
"Cynthia, finish Eduoardo and meet me at the aeroporte. Time to go home."
