Read Blood-Red Tear Online

Authors: Donna Flynn

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Fantasy, #Vampires, #Teen & Young Adult

Blood-Red Tear (8 page)

“Then you should do so,” he told me
, before walking to the office and entering, closing the door firmly behind him.

With the massive wood door closed
, I couldn’t hear a thing so I went outside to the garden to try and get some work done.

The garden that graced our home was
my favorite place in the world.  When I was unsettled, its ancient walls offered me shelter from the rest of the world and allowed me privacy to think through my problems and ease my mind. 

M
y mother had done a lot to repair the once-neglected Eden. Stone walls that were once crumbling had been repaired and built higher to surround the perimeter of the garden’s length. The walls were covered in thick, rich greenery that sprouted through cracks and topped with razor-sharp wire my father had insisted upon for security. My mother hated the glistening wire at first. but time had dulled its color. And greenery had begun to creep up and claim the wire, which my father said was actually a good thing since it camouflaged it from anyone who would dare to climb the wall. I didn’t even want to contemplate the kind of being that would dare attack a vampire compound like ours, so I quickly turned my observations to the rest of the garden.

My gaze fell on a nearby fountain of a young female
, sitting on a rock with water trickling down next to her like a small waterfall, and I felt myself relax. Many of the fountains that graced the garden were in disrepair before my mother revitalized them, but now their soft, soothing waters flowed once again, bringing back the peace and tranquility they had once offered past owners of the property.

Accenting the massive stone fountains were fl
owering bushes of every shape, size, and color that lined the stone pathways, which all led back to a massive gazebo, the remnant of a much grander era, that stood covered in flowering vines, its white-washed wood barely visible underneath a rainbow of colored flowers and bright green foliage.

I took a seat on the
soft, grassy area of the manicured lawn between garden beds and opened my books, trying to focus on getting my homework done, but it was useless. All I could think about was Aidan: the kiss we had shared and the overwhelming feelings I was suddenly experiencing for him.

I had been at it for over an
hour when a shadow fell across the pages, breaking my train of thought. Still aggravated that Paul had caught me eavesdropping, I was in no mood for his company. “Get lost, nerd boy, I’m trying to study,” I said scathingly, not bothering to look up from my book.

“I was going to offer
you some help, but I don’t want to bother you,” Aidan said with a chuckle.

My cheeks heated
and I lifted my gaze to his, embarrassed by my smart comment. “Oh, sorry, I thought you were Paul.”

“I asked him to put my car away,” he told me with a grin.

“Well, that should keep him out of my hair for a while,” I said under my breath.

“What?” Aidan asked
, looking perplexed. 

“Nothing,” I said
, frowning as I looked back down on my half-finished Spanish homework.

“You seem to be str
uggling. May I be of assistance?” He reached down and picked up the book I had been studying, looking it over with a satisfied smile. “Spanish is a beautiful language. I could help with this, if you would like.”

“You wouldn’t mind?
” I asked. “I do well in all my other classes, but languages are hard for me.”

He laughed heartily and I found myself staring
at him, unsure why my words caused him such glee.

“There’s nothing I
would like better than to aid you in your studies,” he told me, his face taking on a more serious expression. “Besides, you never know where life is going to take you. It might be useful later in life to know a few different languages.”

He sat down beside me and
leaned close as he showed me how to pronounce the words I was assigned to study. It was hard to concentrate with him so close, when everything about him called to me, and I found it hard to follow at first. I was besieged with the need to touch him, to smell him, and kiss his lips once more. He sighed, as if hearing my thoughts, and I cautioned myself to stop acting like a lovesick fool before I made a complete idiot of myself.

“Focus,” he murmured
, close to my ear.

To my surprise
, I found that with just his command I was able to do just that.

We worked
until the sun began to set. Despite my clumsiness with the pronunciation of the words, he was very patient and taught me more in my short time with him than I had learned in any of my previous classes. Of course, since I hung on his every word like a lovesick puppy it shouldn’t have surprised me.

“Teach me one more,” I pleaded
, when he called an end to our study session.

He looked thoughtful for a moment
but then smiled indulgently. “Try this one. Amado Uno.”

I looked through the
textbook, but came up empty-handed. “I don’t know what it means, but it sounds beautiful.” When he said it, I felt like he was speaking directly to my heart. “What does it mean?”

He just grinned
, as if possessing a great secret. “You let me know when you figure it out.”

I playfully smacked
him on the arm. “That’s not fair.” He smiled and took my hand in his, his fingers caressing mine. “You shouldn’t smile like that. It’s dangerous to us females,” I informed him, trembling under his slight touch.

His face took on a solemn look and his fingers tightened over mine.
“There will only ever be one female for me; what the rest think does not matter.”

He rose easily to his feet
pulling me up next to him. Jealousy consumed me as I pondered whom the female was who held his heart. It was an irrational thought.  I had no business coveting a man who could never be mine.

“Why don’t we sit in the gazebo an
d enjoy the sunset?” he suggested.

Unable to deny him anything
, I followed willingly as he guided me toward the gazebo, my hand firmly in his own. My heart pounded as I struggled for something to say that wouldn’t sound childish as we took a seat on the bench inside of the gazebo. “Thanks for your help, you are a good teacher.” Lame, I thought, but at least I managed to speak in a normal tone of voice.

He smiled and I felt my body quiver
slightly. “Let me know if you need more help while I am here. I am always available for you.”

“Thanks
, I will.” I sat back against the seat watching the sunset, as he questioned me about school and what activities I was participating in that year. It was not uncommon; he always took the time to ask about me, but this time I found myself wanting to know more about him instead of talking about myself, as we always did when he came to visit. So I mustered up the courage to ask. “Could I ask you a question?”

“I would t
ry to answer anything you wanted to know,” he replied.

“How were you changed and how old are you
?”

He looked out at the garden
and I felt his hesitation to answer. “Would my answer scare you?” he asked, turning to face me.

I shrugged.
“I can’t see why. I know how old my parents and Paul are. I realize that time is of little consequence in your world.”

“I was
nineteen years old when I was turned,” he said softly.

It was not hard to believe
, since he looked about nineteen or twenty, but it wasn’t the complete answer I sought. I wanted to know how he was turned, who had done that to him and why. “That’s only part of the answer,” I told him with a frown.

He sighed.
“I was born in 1801, in Scotland.”

“How
were you changed?” Stupid question, I told myself. Obviously, I knew how, I lived with vampires.  “I mean… who made you a vampire?” It was a highly personal question, I knew. Even my parents did not like to talk about their makers, but I really wanted to know who had made him and why. It seemed somehow important.

“You are suddenly ver
y curious,” he murmured. “But, think we should save that conversation for another time. It’s complicated and I do not like to talk about it. Besides, we should head in, your parents must be worried.” He graced me with another devastating smile. I found myself speechless, and I decided then and there that it really was not fair how his smile could affect me.

He rose and took my hand in hi
s own pulling me to my feet. I stumbled, falling against him. My hand landed on his chest and I felt his heart begin to beat rapidly in response. My own heart began to race, causing me to gasp.

“Easy,” he
said, laying his hand over my heart and closing his eyes. Within seconds I could breathe easier, and our hearts were beating in sync. He moaned softly and I looked up, meeting his gaze, shocked by the primal longing I saw there.

“We should g
o,” he said huskily, pulling his hand away.

I nodded
dumbly, unable to answer, and we walked to the front door, his hand clasping mine tightly.

“It
was nice spending time with you today.”

“As always, it is a pleasure to be in your presence.” He smiled sadly and
lifted my hand to his lips, kissing it gently before letting it fall back to my side. “Good night, dear Katie,” he said softly, turning away.

“Good night
, Aidan,” I whispered and walked inside.

 

*****

 

I thought about Aidan as I prepared for bed, wondering why I suddenly couldn’t get him off my mind. I reached down to pull my blankets back; on my pillow was a note written in neat script, tucked against a long-stemmed pink rose. The note read simply “Amado Uno.” My heart stilled and my hands trembled as I lifted the rose to my nostrils savoring its sweet, heady fragrance.

“Aidan,” I whispered, smil
ing to myself.

Ch
apter Six

 

 

L
oud voices in the office floated out into the foyer as I walked down the stairs the next morning. I knew by the angry tones they were once again discussing my failed first date and from the sound of my father’s voice, it was not going well.

“We couldn’t have known what would happen, Duncan. I’m upset too,
but there will be other boys. We can’t lock Katie away forever. She is a beautiful young woman, and boys will want to date her. We cannot say no for the rest of her life. Please be reasonable,” my mother urged.

“I
was
reasonable, Anna!” my father thundered. “Against my better judgment, I did as you suggested, and look what happened. Did you see the marks that bastard left on our daughter? Do you have any idea the trauma she has been through? When I think about what could have happened if Aidan had not been there, I want to kill that lousy excuse for a human being.”


But you won’t,” Aidan interjected. “The boy is no longer a threat to Katie, or any other young girl. I have seen to that,” Aidan added his voice hard like cold steel.

I felt a chill sweep through me and wondered what he had done to Sco
tt after he had left me. Surely my family would not be party to killing a human, even to protect me. My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I approached the office, stealthily trying to hear more.

“In case you have not noticed,
Katie has become a gorgeous young female; it will be hard to keep her away from these male teens. She needs to explore and experience all things normal human teenagers do and, as much as we all despise it, dating is part of that,” Aidan stated calmly.

I wanted to appla
ud his words, but had to contain myself for fear they would hear me.

“Y
ou are the last person I want to notice my daughter’s maturity. I have enough problems with human males panting after her,” my father growled.

“I can assure you it has come as a surprise to me
, too. I did not come here expecting to find a young woman where a child should have been,” Aidan told him. 

“Notice
d that right away, didn’t you?” my father sneered.

“Not by choice,” Aidan snapped
clearly losing his calm. “Do you honestly think I want this right now?”

“Don’t you?”

“Duncan. I am trying to remain calm because I am thankful for all you have done for myself and Katie, but don’t push me too far. I can end this charade at anytime.”

“Calm down
, Duncan,” my mother cautioned, her voice filled with worry.  “We may not like it that our little girl is not so little anymore, but fighting with Aidan will not make any of this easier.”

A moment of silence passed
between them. I leaned against the wall, waiting breathlessly for the outcome of their argument.

“I am sorry
, Aidan. I had not thought any of this would be happening so soon, but really you should have come to us that night, instead of following her wishes to wait and tell us the next day” He sounded very angry and I wondered how Aidan would react. I could not remember them ever fighting before. My father was one of Aidan’s fiercest supporters, but now he seemed very upset with him. And it was all my fault.

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