Immortal Love

This might be my chance to learn more about the mystery that is Vincent Black. So I decided to open up to him, “I do. I also think it's different for everyone. Some people love one person their whole lives, others never find it, and some love a few. There's also sibling and parental type love. I think we all need some type of love to truly live.”

He asks, “Have you found it?”

“The lasting kind, no, just familial with Katie. There was a guy that I loved once, but he's gone. Have you ever found it?” I ask.

He sighs, “Once many centuries ago.”

I can tell that he won't elaborate, so I steer the conversation, “I guess it's different for your kind.”

He nods, “If you could become immortal, would you?”

I think for a moment, “I suppose given the right circumstances, I would. It would be sad to watch those around me die, but if I helped them make that life worth living and filled with love, then it would be worth it.”

He smiles as if I lifted a weight from his shoulders, “You're taking this whole immortal thing well. I don't sense any fear in you.”

It's my turn to smile, “What's to fear? If you wanted me dead, I'd already be dead. You're more powerful than the vampires I’ve inadvertently compelled before.”

He looks shocked. I bet he thought that he was doing a great job of hiding himself from me. I think if I didn't feel this pull to him, I wouldn't be able to read him well, if at all. He asks, “How?”

I don't want to say too much, “A feeling, the same as I had at the Gala.”

He changes the topic: “Do you trust the Prince?”

I don't have to think, “He was being honest with what he knew. He has secrets just like all of us, but he means no harm. By the way, you both hide your secrets well.”

Vincent says, “And the wolf?”

I laugh, “He's harmless. He won't harm me. He wants to help. I do have an odd question, though.” He nods for me to proceed. “Well, a few. First, why can we hear each other's thoughts sometimes? Secondly, wasn't it odd that we all ended up at a table together?”

He nervously answers, “I wasn't supposed to be at your table. I chose to be.”

I don't truly believe what I'm saying. I think he knows why he chose my table. “So maybe it was just a coincidence, but why did you choose to talk to me? There were tons of beautiful people there to talk to. Or you could've taken a liking to Katie.”

I can tell that I am onto something because he's not wanting to make eye contact. He relents, “Maybe a coincidence, but there was just something about you that drew me to approach you. I don't usually initiate conversation.”

I say, “I bet your upbringing has something to do with it.”

I can tell that he's shrouded. He's not ready to be open about his past, but neither am I. He nods, “It does. As for your other question, I'm not sure you'll like the answer. Even I have trouble with it.”

I can tell that he's being honest about what he's about to tell me, even though he is having trouble accepting it. I blurt out, “Ugh, just tell me!” 

He fidgets with his fingers. He’s trying to figure out how to tell me, “Well, humans are guided by emotions and feelings towards others, right?”

I nod, “Yeah, and often basic chemistry.”

He looks me in the eye as he sighs, “Vampires give in to carnal temptation a lot, which coincides with what you refer to as chemistry. However, feelings are more reserved for humans. This pertains to that poem a bit. Now let's see if you believe in what you write.” Is he challenging me? I look at him. He smirks, “Vampires rely on certain things to indicate who they can...let close.”

I glare at him and say, “Do you mean as an ally or lover?” He surely can't mean what I think he does!