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Life Goes On	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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...Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions
of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics. Blood may not be sweet to human's, but for vampire's, it very well may be.
It's been a Nor'Easter kinda days here in southeastern Virginia.
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Life Goes On(Pt7)
Joe tossed and turned for most of the day in a restless sleep. The sun having no effect on his vampire nature to sleep. When he did, Evelyn’s terrified face filled his dreams or Sav’s with the disbelief and bloody cut on his. Both would jar him awake to stare at anything his eyes fell on in the room. Joe would reach out with his mind to search for Sav and would always be blocked from joining him.
    He finally gave up at any attempts to sleep as the waning sunlight sank to the west. He took a bottle and glass back to his room and sat in the window seat to watch the sunset through the heavily tinted glass.
    Picking up his journal, he propped it on his knees, turning to the last entry and read it again. The pen poised over the paper he began to write:
    JTE Journal                                                           May 2024
Sitting here watching another glorious sunset, I marvel over its beauty. Something I took for granted as a mortal…sunrise and sunset. I occasionally miss the brightness of the day as the sun shines down on the landscape. The way it would filter through the clouds casting rays of sunlight or the sparkle among the water, or the warmth of it against my skin. That’s all tucked safely away in my memory now, to seek out whenever the need would arise. I treasure those times when I can sit outside just as the sun sinks below the horizon when its rays can do me no harm. The brilliant colors dance across the sky and the lengthening shadows of a new night. I’ve built up a small tolerance over the past few years, but not enough to go out in full daylight, but enough to bask in the gentle sunrise and sunsets.
  But nights like the previous one, the sunset holds no treasures for me, no peace for my troubled mind. Even thoughts of Rebecca couldn’t sooth away the pain and the discomfort I feel today. How do you explain to the one you supposedly love what came over you, when you can’t find the answers yourself? I’ve asked myself the same questions countless times today. Why did I do that to Sav? What made me do it? Never in the many years we have been together have I treated him so harshly. Just once in    Australia did I force him to do my bidding. Then I hit him several times…I hit him…bloody hell what was I thinking! The look on his face is one I will never forget…shock, pain at what I had done. Then I took it a step further by telling him he was pathetic and couldn’t satisfy me. How do you rectify that? Softly spoken words of I’m sorry aren’t enough. How do I fix it? Will he forgive me? Can he forgive me? The answers to these questions weigh heavily on me tonight.
   Fear of rejection keeps me from going to Sav to ask him. Ask him for forgiveness in my moment of weakness for whatever reason. Reasons at the moment I have no understanding of.
    Sav is not the only reason for my despair tonight. I met a woman last night, Evelyn. Her beauty captivated me the moment I saw her. The deep chocolate brown of her hair to her hazel eyes. The graceful way she walked across the room toward me, her hips swaying with every footstep. The light smell of jasmine as she slipped onto the barstool next to me.
  We didn’t talk all that much, her body language told me everything. She drove us toward her house, but I asked her to pull over onto a dirt road instead. There under the full moon I took her on the hood of her car. Evelyn’s skin was smooth as silk, her blood was intoxicating and I wanted more, but in a different way.
The thrill in the hunt...the chase. The promise of warm blood as the prize thrilled me to no ends. Drove me to chase her, tease and taunt her in the dark woods. The smell of her fear boiled in my veins. It wasn’t hard to find her, my hunt for prey came to an end. She lay beneath me gasping for breath, trembling, horrified and partially nude. This woman that so willingly gave herself to me hours before was about to die by my own lust for the warmth her blood would give me. I was going to posses her body once more then drain her of her life. The realizations of my actions struck me full force…I was mortified.
  I left her lying there on the hard ground, watched her from the shadows dress and start to make her way back to the car. I made my presents known, the same fear still danced in her eyes. Getting better control over my need to taste her blood again, I returned her to her car unharmed.
  Now the task of making it up to her somehow. Those same questions surface again.
    Joe looked up from his writing. He heard a door in the house close. Putting his journal on the seat next to him, he left the room. He stopped at Sav’s open door and found the room to be empty. He had already left for the night. Any attempts to speak with him already gone. Joe turned slowly from the room and returned to his, back to where he was before. He stared out the window. The loneliness of Sav not being there in his mind creeping in. He felt alone and empty whenever Sav wasn’t there and this time he had no one to blame but himself. He longed to make things right between them, but tonight was not the night. Sav obviously found someone…Dylan to occupy his time. ‘That hurts.' Joe thought. ‘Sav couldn’t come to me, but yet took another man to his bed the same night that I was with him. He’s done it before, but why does it bother me this time?’
    Joe glanced away from the night outside his window and down at his journal. He knew what he had to do now. He showered quickly and dressed. Tucking his journal under his arm, grabbing a few bottles of blood wine, he left the house. Flying across town to land in Evelyn’s front yard. The house was a blaze with light again. Taking a deep breath he stepped up to the door and rang the bell.
    ***
    Evelyn jumped at the sound of the bell. She wasn’t expecting company tonight, so who was at her door? Tossing the blanket aside that was covering her legs; she stretched her long legs and went to the door. She looked through the peephole and immediately jumped away. ‘Joe…how did he know where I lived? Call the police.’ Evelyn told herself. She ran for the phone, then heard Joe call through the door.
    “Evelyn, I know your home. I need to talk to you, please open the door.”
    Joe cocked his head to one side and listened. He heard her talking, but to who? There is no one else here, he could only detect one heartbeat inside. She’s calling the police.
    She gently replaced the phone back on its cradle and waited for them to get here. She went back to the door and looked out, he was still there, head bent looking at the ground.
    Joe raised his hand and knocked on the door. “Evelyn please I…I want to apologize again about last night. I just want to talk. I won’t hurt you again. I give you my word.”
He looked up then, she could see his green eyes in the light of the porch.
    “I know your there, just on the other side of the door. I can hear you breathing.”
    His words shocked her. ‘He knows I’m here. But how?’
    “Open the door please…let me in.” Joe asked, his voice pleaded with her.
    Evelyn had no intentions of opening the door until the police got there. She saw him glance down the street, then back at the door. She breathed a sigh of relieve when Joe left the porch and disappeared from sight.
    The squad car pulled into her driveway a few minutes later. Evelyn greeted the two officers once they reached the porch. After asking her a few questions, they searched around the house and found no sign of the man she had told them about. She thanked them and they left. Bolting the door tightly she went back into the living room. The scream stopped in her throat. Joe sat in the over stuffed chair by the fireplace.
    “Ho…how did you get in?”
    “The lock on your bedroom window wasn’t very strong.”
    Evelyn glanced at the phone.
    “I’ll be long gone by the time they get here again.” Joe told her knowing that she wanted to call the police again. He stood and went toward her.
    “Stay away from me.”
    “I’m not going to hurt you…promise. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about last night. I don’t know what caused me to do that.”
    “I do…your sick.”
    Joe had to chuckle at that. “No….not for a long time. If you don’t believe me, let me call someone that can ease your mind and how sincere I am about not hurting you again.”
    “They can lie for you. How am I to know they will tell me the truth?”
    “Once I’ve told her what I’ve done, she’ll scold me like a child.”
    “Then it’s your mother.”
    “No…my mother has been gone for many years. Amber my daughter.” Joe frowned a bit. “Come to think about it…Nick will too. No matter, should prove to be a good row with him later. May I?” Joe indicated to the phone.
Evelyn nodded her head, but kept a safe distance from him.
    Joe picked up the phone and dialed the number. “You have speaker phone, wonderful. You can hear Amber yell at me.”
    “You let your daughter yell at you?”
    “All the time. She’s….head strong like me.” Joe told her listening to the phone ring on the other end. Amber answered on the fifth ring. “Amber honey…what took so long to answer the phone?”
    “Hi to you too Daddy. I wasn’t expecting you to call and….I was busy.”
    “Amber, I have you on speaker phone, there is some one I want you to meet.” Joe made the introductions.
   “Hi Evelyn nice to meet you, even if it is over the phone. Daddy, I’m so happy that you found a lady friend to spend time with.”
    “I wouldn’t exactly say that.” Evelyn told her.
    “Don’t be to happy yet baby.”
”Oh…why not?”
    “Because your dad is a sick maniac that’s why.” Evelyn blurted out. “He picks me up in a bar, takes me to the woods and I have to run for my life for fear of being killed.”
    “What? Dad you didn’t.” Amber was shocked.
    “Joseph what is she talking about?” Nick asked.
    Joe groaned and rolled his eyes at his voice. “I lost control…must be having a mid life crisis.”
    “Vampires do not have mid life crisis' Joseph. Is this the turmoil I have felt from you lately?”
    Joe slapped his hand over his face.
    “Vampire.” Evelyn looked at him in wonder. “That’s why your eyes weren’t the same an…and your voice…..”
    “She’s fine…I think…just scared the daylights out of her that’s all. Hell I scared myself once I realized what I had done. I apologized to her already, but she doesn’t believe me. I called you to help her understand that I’m not like that.”
    “No your worse Joseph. You could charm the skin off of a snake.”
    “Nick this in not the time to start one of our word games. I’m trying to get Evelyn to believe that I’m not the beast she saw last night and you’re not helping.”
    “No you’re not Dad.” Amber started. “Evelyn he’s not like that at all. He’s a very caring, loving compassionate person. Dad or Joe would never hurt anyone. Please, just talk to him and you’ll find that I speak the truth.”
    Joe had watched Evelyn the whole time that Amber was talking. Some of the fear he had seen in her eyes eased away.
    “Alex, his grandson thinks the world of him.” Amber finished.
    “Joe,” Nick again. “Where was Rick during the time you were out chasing the lovely Evelyn?”
    Evelyn saw him visibly flinch. What kind of people had she stumbled onto? Joe was a vampire with a daughter and grandson. This is unbelievable….vampires.
    Joe ran his hand through his hair and looked uncomfortable from what she could tell at Nick’s question.
    “Um…well that’s…that’s a different story. We…I kind of got a little out of hand with him…forced him to…um…then I…I hit him.”
    “Oh Dad you didn’t. Why would you do such a thing to him? You’ve never done that before.”
”Yes I have, but under different circumstances. I don’t know what happened this time to make me act this way and I don’t like it. I may have damaged our relationship beyond repair. Rick is gone and I don’t know where he and…and…I can’t feel him.” Joe added softly. “I know he hates me or he wouldn’t have left.”
    “He doesn’t hate you Joseph.” Nick replied.
    “He does Nick…I mean, look what I did to him.”
    “Time and time again I have told you to never under estimate his love for you.”
    “I know,” Joe said softly. “Now I have to find a way for Evelyn to forgive me.” he looked at her. “Someone I liked to get to know better.”
    “Have you looked for him?” Nick asked.
”No. I’ve only seen him once since then and he was with someone. Sav ignored me when I went to his room.”
    “Dad where are you? I’ll come to you right away.”
    “No baby that won’t be necessary. Just help Evelyn understand that I would never intentionally hurt her.” Joe walked out of the room almost in tears.
    Evelyn watched him go. Amber’s voice drew her closer to the phone. She picked it up, taking it off of speakerphone. She listened to Amber and Nick tell her about Joe for 15 minutes before she hung up. Indeed she did have a better understanding of him after that, but he still frightened her to a degree. She went to join him outside on the back porch where she had seen him go a few minutes before.
    “Joe.” She called to him.
    He turned around to face her. “I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I meant what I said about getting to know you better. I really do. Wait…I brought something for you.” Joe brushed past her back inside the house. Evelyn followed him.
    Joe turned around and held out his journal for her. “Here, read this. It’s my journal, my private thoughts.”
    “I can’t read that, it’s personal.”
    “No really, I want you to. Please. Most of this I wrote before I meet you. The last entry I wrote last night when I came home. It tells of my guilt and sorrow for what I did. Please take it.”
    Evelyn took the book from him. “I want to get something to drink first.”
”No, you sit…I’ll get it.” Joe quickly left the room.
    Evelyn could hear him rummaging through her kitchen to find everything. She sat in her favorite chair that Joe had occupied before and opened his journal and began to read.
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