Romeo and Juliet: A Vampire and Werewolf Love Story (12 page)

“H
ow could you ever feel that way?
”
I asked.

“Life has a funny way of keeping us humble. With me, all it would take is
for
a boy never giving me a second look
.”

“I can’t imagine anyone not giving you a second look,” I said.

“I don’t know. I saw him
from the inside of his dreadful butcher shop job. No matter how many days in
a
row I stood outside
watching him walk by the window,
h
e never once looked in my direction.”

I looked at Juliet and it was hard for me to believe she really did that. I wanted to believe it, but I was scared that she was just messing around. “Did you really do that?” I asked, with far more vulnerability than I would have liked.

“Yes, Romeo. It is true.” Juliet seemed embarrassed. “I hunted you down before you hunted me down. But you didn’t even look my way. Not once.”

I didn’t want her to feel that way. So, I told her what was in my heart. “I knew you were there. I felt you near me,”
I said.
“
I couldn
’
t see for whatever reason, but I
felt your presence. I had a
joy in my heart
that was unexplained until I saw your face. Since then,
I
have never
felt more alive
. I knew in my heart of hearts that
something magical was about to happen.”

“You have
?”
Juliet.

“Yes, I have,” I said.

Juliet stared at me with tears dripping from her eyes. “You see I have always had this dream. It’s the most perfect place in the world.”

“It filled with love,” I said.

“Yes, and the sky is so blue…”

“That it looks like something you might see on a birthday cake,” I said, finishing her sentence. Then I added, “You can’t explain it, but there is a peace all throughout your body…”

“And you know it is exactly where you were always meant to be.” Juliet had now finished my sentence. Juliet and I had had the same reoccurring dream.

“This is too much. Never in my wildest dreams did I realize someone was experiencing what I was experiencing.”

“That they were seeing the world exactly how you see it.”

“Appreciating the same beauty and same essence that makes life so wonderful.” I finished my statement and just stared at Juliet, speechless.

“Do you really believe all those things, Romeo?”

“I do.” I said. I
looked into Juliet’s amazing brown
eyes and put it all out there. “Do you?
Do you see the world the same way? Have you been dying inside, knowing that something was coming that was bigger than anything you had ever been a part of? Juliet, do you believe this about me?
”

Juliet was quiet and said
,
“I knew it last week.”

I wrapped my arms around Juliet’s body and held her.
Juliet fell into my arms and nestled her head into my chest. I was still in my Dracula get
-
up. But my hair was no longer slicked back It was probably a long wet mess.

Then it began to sprinkle.
I placed Juliet inside the house while I remained out in
the rain.

“You
’
r
e
getting wet,
”
she said.

“I don
’
t care.” The rain came down harder and was hitting the back of my body.

“Then I don’t care either.” Juliet hopped outside as the rain fell on us. She jumped in my arms, and I give her a long passionate kiss.
“What is happening to us?” Juliet asked.

“I think we’re falling in love,” I said, “as a matter of fact.”

“
How is that possible?
We only talked for the first time a couple of hours ago?
”

“Our heart
s
know what they want. Why waste all that time trying to figure out if the person is that right one when you just know it.
”

Juliet looked up at me and said “I do know it.”
Juliet then grabbed my face and
gave me a long, slow, wet kiss that nearly knocked the Dracula cape off my body
.

“Juliet! Juliet! Where are you?” A woman
yelled from inside her room.

Juliet’s back stiffened. “Oh, drat!”

“Who is that?” I asked.

“That is Martha,”
Juliet said.

“Who is she?” I asked.

“She is one of our helpers.”

“A servant?”

“A helper,” Juliet said
,
correcting me. “You b
etter go.
”

“Should I?”
I asked. I didn’t want to leave.

“Yes, Martha will tell my father if I’m out on the balcony too long,” Juliet whispered.
Then she raised her voice and said, “I’m out on the balcony!” Then Juliet
looked at me and said
, “G
o!”

“Not yet!” I said turning
into my werewolf form and diving under the balcony, holding myself up by the beam to stay clear from Martha’s discovery
.

“What are you doing ou
t here?” Martha asked Juliet, as
she opened the door.

“I am just admiring the moon,
”
Juliet said.

“It is to
o
cold for you to be out here.
”

“If I put a jacket on
,
m
ay I stay out here five more minutes?”

“
Go put a jacket on and you only have two minutes,
” Martha answered
.

“Sounds good.
” Then Juliet and Martha went inside to get Juliet a jacket.
A minute later, Juliet came back out and said, “Romeo, Romeo, are you still there?”

I swung up and landed on all fours, then quickly turned to my human form.
“I’m here.”

“I only have two minutes,” Juliet said.

“I heard.”

“Will you come back?”
Juliet asked.

“When?”

“This time tomorrow.”
Juliet grabbed my hands and held them in hers at the front of her body.

“I
’
wi="+0">ll come back this time tomorrow every
day for the rest of my life.”
I brought Juliet’s hand to my face and kissed both hands individually.

“You will
?”
Juliet asked staring deep into my eyes.

“Yes, I will.
”

“I believe
you.”
Juliet put her head in my chest and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Juliet?” I said.

“What?”
Juliet looked up at me.

“Thank you,
”
I said as honestly as I could.

“Thank you? Thank you for what?”

I looked down at this beautiful woman and said,
“Thank you for being alive
. T
hank you for growing into
the
woman that you are now.
Thank you for finding me.
”

“Romeo…thank you for finding me.”

“The pleasure is all mine.
” I looked into Juliet’s eyes and said, “I will come back to see
you.
”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Tom
orrow night,
” I answered.
Then I gave Juliet a long, deep, honest kiss. The kiss was goodbye, but it was also a celebration.
I didn
’
t want to leave. Everything about her made me a believer in true love. She was all
that
I wanted in this
mad
world. As lon
g as I had her, there would be no fea
t to
o
big to overcome.
Even vampires v
ersu
s werewolves.

Chapter Ten

I got
myself home that night without being seen by
a
Capulet
wght withon>
,
n
or
any vampire, for that matter
.
I had been in the heart of Capuletville last night. As far as I knew, I was the only werewolf ever to accomplish such a feat of stealth. I had sneaked behind enemy lines and stolen vampire kisses! But,
none of that was important to me because that glee in my accomplishment was pure ego and I knew it. The only thing that really mattered was Juliet.

I didn
’
t care
about the risk or one-upping the Capulets by romancing the daughter of the head honcho, right under his hooked nose. I’d do
it again and again. Nothing
in this world would ever
stop me from seeing her. There
was
no greater force than the love I fel
t
for her
…Juliet. Her name was a prayer on my lips.

I kept my midnight excursion from the party a secret when I had met up with my friends after work. They seemed amuse
d by Tybalt’s blatant attack on me.
They
were trying to get me t
o retaliate. I had zero desire
to
do
something of that caliber.
I was bent on making love, not war.
If anything, I was prepared to shake his h
and and offer him a truce on behalf of
both families.

Maybe I
was
being naive, but I be
lieved
a love
so strong c
ould
break this
cycle of
hate that exist
ed
between the Capulets and the Montagues.
What I felt for Juliet had no boundaries and maybe, just maybe, we could change things. I eventually parted ways from my friends. I told them I was heading home, but I was doing nothing of the sort. Wild horses couldn’t keep me from going to where I was going tonight.
To her!