laid
eyes on him that day on the bus, that I felt the same. The golden
leaves carpeting the forest floor began to swirl and rise up around
us as I leaned in towards him. “I love you too Sebastian,” I
whispered, not breaking eye contact.
His face broke into a smile so dazzling it took my breath
away. His fingers slid through my hair, coming to rest on the back
of my neck, and I heard our heartbeats simultaneously jolt, as
together they skipped a beat. He leaned closer, our faces just
millimetres apart now, and I could feel his breath hot against my
skin. He gently pulled my face towards his, his eyes never leaving
mine, until finally, when I thought I could bear the anticipation
no longer, he kissed me.
I had never dreamed of anything so incredible as the feeling
I was experiencing in that moment. His lips were so warm, his
breath so sweet, I met them with my own, the exact same
temperature. His hands snaked smoothly around the base of my spine,
his fingers brushing against my hips, before settling there. I
pushed against him, kissing him harder, loving the way his mouth
fit mine perfectly. I couldn't be sure who broke away first but it
must have been him because I don't think I was ever going to
stop. Why would I? Kissing Sebastian was the most delicious thing I had ever
experienced. He laughed at my confused expression.
“That was...”
“What?” I replied in alarm.
“Incredible...” he smiled, his eyes twinkling again. “I have
waited one hundred and fifty three years for you Oriah, that
moment, that kiss, was... everything.”
I laughed, relieved and pushed him playfully. “So, who's
fastest then?” I teased.
“Ha! Well, you cheated short cut girl! I'm definitely faster
than you, but you are stronger than I expected! I'm going to have
to watch myself when you reach maturity in a few years
time!”
“I'm going to get stronger?”
“Yes, you will, for the first ten years after we reach
maturity we are the strongest we will ever be. I won't have a
chance against you my love!” he chuckled watching my
expression.
“Wow, that's going to be fun...” I smiled to myself. “There's
so much I don't know about what I am. How did you learn about it
all, I suppose there are more like us?”
“Yes my darling, many more. There are hundreds of thousands
of Vampires across the globe, so it stands to reason that every now
and then a Child of Venus is born,” he sighed. There was a tinge of
regret, or perhaps it was anger in his voice.
“I want to hear your story Sebastian, tell me how you came to
be this way.” He lay down in the moss, pulling me down with him so
that I was lying with my head on his chest, cuddled into his strong
arms. I sighed, as I heard his heart beating a musical rhythm,
fluttering like a butterfly, the most wonderful sound.
“Well, you know I'm a lot older than you,” he shrugged. “We
lived in a little village outside London, my mother, Caroline, was
wonderful, so caring, so loving. I felt it every day as I grew in
her womb. My father left her and my sister when she fell pregnant
with me. I guess he didn't want me or something,” he looked at the
moon, his beautiful face so serious. I couldn't believe that anyone
would feel that way about him, how could anyone not want him. His
father was a fool, but I decided to keep quiet, let him
finish.
“She was bitten during her eighth month of pregnancy, whilst
she was walking across the fields. The venom sent her into
premature labour and I was born quickly right there on the grass.
He had taken too much blood for her to survive and her heart failed
during the labour,” he said quietly, his tone matter of
fact.
“My sister came running when she heard the screams, but she
was too late. She found me, still attached to the placenta, naked
on the grass. My mother was dead.” I took his hand and squeezed it
gently, his hurt filling my heart, I wished I could take away this
pain he still felt so deeply.
Sebastian continued to look at the
Stephen E. Ambrose, Karolina Harris, Union Pacific Museum Collection