Aris Rising: The Court of Vampires: AN INFINITY DIARIES NOVEL (2 page)

Her grief for him was solitary. No one except her knew that he was gone forever. His soul, his personality vanished into some nameless oblivion. She missed him very much. His death was a secret she shared only with Aris and now he, too, had deserted her in her mourning.

“Hey boss, are you okay? You’ve been really quiet the last few weeks.” Deep concern for her friend filled Maggie’s voice as she broke the silence.

“I’m fine, Maggie. It’s just been such a confusing time.” She paused a moment. “At least Carlos is still alive.” She knew she was telling Maggie a lie but there was no way around it. “There’s always a chance he’ll come back to his sessions. He’s been through a lot and I’m sure it’s a big adjustment, even losing that gang-leader scum, Manu. I know that creep had Carlos shot, but Carlos felt they were like brothers for a long, long time. His whole life revolved around that gang and now the sun of his previous solar system doesn’t exist anymore. His whole orbit is misfiring. It’s like he’s lost the only
family where he felt he belonged.” It wasn’t just the gang members who disappeared into some dimension of Infinity.

“I don’t get it. Why did Manu try to have him killed anyway if they were so close?”

“Manu was just using him all the time. Once Carlos found out Manu instigated a drive-by shooting where a rival gang member was killed, he became dangerous. They were safe while he was still a part of the gang but once he went straight, they were all afraid of him turning them in. He was the only one who had ever left the gang and I guess because he was no longer of use to them, they figured he was better off dead.”

Maggie sat comfortably in the chair opposite Sarah. “Boy, the tables really turned on them in the end. Did the police ever get any leads on who took out Manu and the other two leaders?”

“No, they just closed the case as a gang vendetta. I think everyone is glad to just let the whole thing cool off.”

“Has Colleen heard from him? After all she was his parole officer?”

“Every once in a while he’ll check in. She said he has his own place to live now; he’s not at the half-way house any more. His father disowned him once and for all, and his mother is too weak and frightened to see him. They sent his brother to live with his grandmother in Mexico to make sure he doesn’t get involved with the wrong people like Carlos did. He really is on his own.”

No one except Sarah knew just how on his own he was, a being out of his time, his element, separated from his own kind, living a lie. A noble vampire in a not-so-noble human world.

#

She sat in her car outside the market watching the rain come down in torrents. The gray, empty parking lot matched the heavy feeling in Sarah’s heart. There were times when she was able to bear the grief of losing Carlos with quiet resolve. This simply
was not one of them. She sobbed uncontrollably, trembling with sorrow. She missed him so dearly. Thoughts of his determination to be a better person, his great sacrifice to keep his family and her safe from harm ripped her apart. How long could she grieve in silence? How long must she continue the charade that he was alive, just out of reach? She knew the answer. For always. Her thoughts brought a new onslaught of tears.

A
heavy autumn rain splashed showers of water on the floor of her balcony. It bounced with a “ping” onto the sliding glass door. Black ominous clouds coiled around one another in the sky. A gust of wind rattled the glass as Sarah sat on the sofa bundled under a cream colored afghan staring into space. The cover of the book propped on her knees held the likeness of Henry VIII, the wine in the glass resting on the coffee table was a soft merlot.

A sudden ring of her telephone shocked her from her sixteenth-century reverie, reminding her she was sitting in her condo in Chicago. Glancing at the caller I.D., she saw it was Colleen Stevens-Drake. Had it been anyone except her best friend, she would have ignored the call.

“Hi C.” Sarah could hear the sound of traffic and windshield wipers. “What in the world are you doing out in weather like this?”

Colleen laughed. “I like it. There’s hardly anybody on the road. Besides, I’m on my way to the police station. One of my parolees has screwed up and I’m trying to save his butt.” “Sounds familiar.” Sarah took a sip of her wine, placing the glass back on the coaster.

“I know what you mean but, trust me, this guy isn’t like Carlos. I’ve never been assigned a con who is as good a guy as Carlos. He’s really turned his life around.” She laid on her horn. “I wanted to tell you, he called.”

“Carlos?”

“Yeah.

“When?”

“This morning. He sounded strange but genuinely glad to talk to me.”

“Yeah?” Sarah wanted to ask her friend for more information but she controlled her desire.

“He asked if I thought you would see him. I thought that was pretty weird; he knows how you feel about him. Anyway, I told him I knew you’d be glad to see him and I think he’s going to call you. I just wanted to give you a head’s up so you won’t be surprised.”

“I’ll be waiting for his call.” Her heart raced as she said goodbye to her friend and hung up the phone. Now her greatest wish and her biggest nightmare was about to happen. She was going to see Aris again.

S
arah had barely stepped into the elevated car when the doors snapped closed behind her. The seats and aisles were filled with commuters just beginning their workday. Some of them sipped coffee, some read newspapers and some just slept with their eyes wide open focused on some netherworld just outside the smudged, fogged window. A chilly wind had blown across the platform as she waited for the train, making her grateful for all the heat from the bodies jammed into the narrow compartment.

Just as she settled in, holding tightly to a strap to keep from being tipped over, she noticed a tall, dark man. He was amazing looking and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Almost a full head taller than anyone else standing in the car, his dark eyes and golden complexion reminded her somehow of Carlos. His features were more mature, refined, chiseled, and his coal black hair lay in soft waves on his turned up coat collar. She thought she saw a tinge of gray in the perfectly trimmed hair at temples.

As he turned fully to face her, his eyes locked onto hers and held them. Unable to tear away, she had no idea how long they stood fixated in the middle of a crowd, seeing only each other.

Suddenly the train stopped. Sarah heard the name of her station
over the P.A. A strange confusion overtook her as she turned to hurry out the door. Embarrassed by the feelings she was having at the thought of the stranger, she felt the color rise high to her cheeks as she made her way up the stairs and into the morning light.

#

Sarah knew that in most cases it was almost impossible for a client to have social interaction with their therapist. She was glad that it was different with Bonnie Petrillo and her. They began their relationship as colleagues sharing an office together. When Sarah went through her divorce, it was only natural that Bonnie was the one to assist her. As they learned more about one another, they began developing a closer kinship. Then when Sarah decided she needed to start going to the gym to lose her fifteen marriage pounds as she called them, Bonnie joined her. Before long they became great friends.

The two women had just finished their dinner and the waitress cleared their table as they sipped their wine. “Why do you want to come back now? I’m not talking you out of it mind you, Sarah, you just always felt you didn’t need to do any further past life regression sessions.”

“I know, but things have changed. I don’t want to do it for therapeutic reasons. I’ve really gotten hooked on sixteenth century history lately and I’d like to see if there’s any connection to a past life during that period hidden somewhere in my subconscious.” Bonnie would never understand if she shared the truth. Sarah was actually beginning to believe the story Aris told her; she might have lived a different life during the time of Henry VIII. She might have known and loved Aris in a time long past. “I’d just like to explore the possibility. And besides, past life regression sessions are a lot more fun than reading a book. Okay?”

“Of course, I don’t have my schedule with me, but I’ll call you tomorrow when I get to the office and we’ll set things up.” Bonnie
signaled for the waitress to bring two more merlots to the table as the friends settled in for a long over-due girl’s night.

#

Sarah’s palms began to perspire every time she thought of seeing Aris at one o’clock that afternoon. She could almost see her breath in the air as she stepped on the elevated platform hoping their unseasonably cold autumn didn’t herald a freezing cold winter. Snow and slush were one thing, but sub-zero weather chilled her to her very bones.

She was traveling to her office a half hour early to catch up on some work before Maggie arrived. She couldn’t sleep anyway. Her heart had been out of sync ever since Maggie told her he had called to make an appointment for a session.

She realized in the middle of her sleepless night, whenever she thought of Carlos she thought of him as he was before, a man and a messenger for an other-worldly being. He was no longer that man. He was the other-worldly being, the embodiment of something older than she could conceive. It frightened and excited her at the same time. Their time together since the transformation had been brief and they hadn’t been alone. How would she feel sitting across from a vampire? Something deep inside her knew she was physically safe with him. But what of her emotions? Where would they take her? She felt her knees go weak at the thought of his great power and wisdom. With Carlos, she had been the teacher and now their roles would be reversed. If there were roles. Would they continue to see each other? What did she want? That was the question that kept her awake at night. What did she want?

Suddenly the doors slid open and the mysterious stranger with the turned up collar she had seen the day before stepped onto the train. Sarah’s eyes raced to the floor to keep from acknowledging his presence. He knew she saw him and he smiled a slow smile as he stepped to the other end of the car.

#

They heard the outer door of the office open.

“Hello ladies.”

Maggie turned and gave him her most welcome smile. “Hello Carlos, great to see you.” Sarah couldn’t help see her assistant look him up and down as he crossed the room to her office.

“How are you Maggie?” He touched her shoulder gently as he passed. Maggie grinned as she winked at Sarah, touching her forefinger to her tongue and then to her hip signifying “hot” as she watched him walk into Sarah’s office.

He hesitated in the door for just a moment.

“Have a seat.” She motioned to the chair across from her desk.

He closed the door behind him then sat. His tight jeans and black leather boots were new. She scrutinized him. He looked like Carlos. The features were the same. But that is where the similarity ended. His mannerisms were different. He carried himself with the easy assurance of someone who is always in control of their environment, of someone without fear. There was a deeper magnetism beyond his physical beauty. She knew his black eyes held the sorrows and joys of hundreds of years. From some unaccountable place inside herself, she was again reassured without a doubt she was safe with him; she knew he would never hurt her. She stood behind her desk and moved to the chair by the window. He joined her. They sat across from one another, the coffee table keeping a safe distance between them.

Neither of them wanted to speak first. Silence hung heavy in the room. When an interminable amount of time had passed, she was the one to break it, her voice matter-of-fact, clinical.

“So, you took over Carlos’ body.”

“Yes.”

“You have been living through him since that day in the hospital.”

“I have been living instead of him. Carlos died that day, Sarah. You know he did. His life force departed and I transferred my consciousness into his body before it could begin to deteriorate. I swore to you I would never hurt Carlos and I did not. He breathed his last living breath before I entered this body. I can only enter the body of a dying human, Sarah. I have not taken the life of an innocent since the time of Katherine of Aragon and I did not take Carlos’ life.”

“Really? What about Manu and his friends?”

“Sarah, Manu Silva was not an innocent. He would have killed Carlos’ brother or you without thought. The fiend had Carlos shot when he lost power over him. His fear that Carlos would betray his thievery and murder to the police drove him to take the life of a good man. I delivered Manu a painless death, a clean kill. I did not touch a drop of his blood nor the blood of his cohorts.”

“I suppose you think that makes it alright?”

“Alright? Of that I am not sure. But it was justice.”

“And you were judge and jury?”

“Yes. I was judge, jury and executioner.”

She shook her head in abject frustration. “How do you think knowing that and not ever being able to tell anyone makes me feel? How do you think knowing this whole bizarre, insane story makes me feel?”

He leaned forward as he spoke, “Sarah, I do not know what the future holds for either of us. I am a being out of my time.” His eyes were tender as he gazed into hers. “I know how awkward, how strange, this must be for you. You do not even know who I am.” He stood. “May I come closer to you?”