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The following is nonfiction for the most part, and is based on events that have happened to me:
Prologue
Jocelin lay under him, her breath caught in her throat as he pressed his mouth against it. His teeth grazed over her skin, sending cold shivers down her spine. He loved the way she acted when he went after her neck, it made him happy. He bit into her neck and drunk her sweet blood. She gasped as his hands began to wander along her body. His controlling yet gentle hands roaming over her chest and torso. It pleased him that she whimpered when he drew away from her neck and kissed her lips. The blood lingering in his mouth passed into hers as his tongue explored her mouth. He licked her lips and looked down at her, with a smile on his face, and raw emotion and power in his eyes.
She whimpered as he came back down to kiss her again, his right hand fisted in her hair, pulling it to the side, allowing him to touch her wound with his left. He went back down to her neck and licked at the blood, drinking slightly. Marcelino stopped and laid his head down against her shoulder, watching as her wound healed slowly. She loved him, and he loved her. They were meant to be together, and they vowed to remain that way until the end of time. He kissed up her neck to her mouth, both of their tongues explored the others mouth. They were lost in the moment, Marcelino had just fed, and Jocelin had been given love in return for her blood.
He attacked her neck again, but didn’t break the skin, he just bit and kissed her neck. She whimpered and shook under him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck. She pulled him down and bit and kissed his neck as he did the same. She enjoyed the way he whimpered, and loved the way it affected his breathing. Marcelino forced her away from his neck and rolled her to her side, and curled up to her body. Fitting perfectly, one arm around her waist and the other around her neck, pulling her back. He kissed her neck blew his breath on her ear.
“You are so beautiful, so perfect. I love you, Jocelin, more than you can ever know. But I must leave you, I have to leave this world. I need to disappear. I don’t want harm to come to you. This is our last night together my love. You’ll understand in time. But this night is going to be the best. I promise you that.”
He stopped whispering and held her close to his body. He didn’t want to let her go, or to leave her, but he had too. The hunters where getting too close to her, they would use her soon and he knew it. So to prevent her from being hurt he would leave.
She turned in his arms and looked at him sadly.
“I don’t want you to leave me. You can’t, please. I love you too much. My heart would die without your love, my soul will ache. Please, Marcelino, don’t leave me. I love you with all my heart and soul.” He placed a hand over her mouth and shook his head. He closed his eyes and disappeared into the night, leaving her alone. Tears fell from both of their eyes that night and they would for many years to come.
Chapter One
He awoke in the night, for the first time in over two hundred years, to a thirst, a thirst for blood. He couldn’t understand why he was craving blood now, after so long in the darkness, after he had long forgotten the sweet, sweet taste of human as it flowed down his throat. Oh, how he longed for the thrill of hearing their heart beat wildly, their breath catching in their throats, for the sheer pleasure of biting into flesh. He stirred in the darkness that he had come to know and love, the abyss of nothingness. Something moved above him, a person; a woman to be more exact and she was crying for someone, murmuring their name. He strained to hear who she was crying for but as she came closer to him her tears seemed to stop, and she was kneeling, before his tombstone.
“I’ve read your story, learned it inside and out. I just had to come to see your grave. I had to know that you were real, at least at one point.” She sighed. “God, I wish that was there in time to say…” she choked back a sob, “I could have stopped you from this fake death. But you wouldn’t have listened to me, would you? No, I doubt that you would have. You have no idea who I am, do you? I look so different now, but my soul is still the same, can’t you feel it. My darling Marcelino I’ve missed you for so long.”
He wanted to call out to her, to let her know that he was still alive, and wanted to feed, that he wanted to learn who she was. He had to know now. Who was this mysterious woman that came to his grave said things that no mortal should have known. What was her name; if he only had a name then things would be so much easier. If only he could break through the wood and earth and get to her. As he listened to her walking away his heart broke, and a tear began to creep into his eye.
He closed his eyes, dark memories of a lover lost, her long raven hair, ember eyes, and a body so soft and fair that even the softest rose pedals couldn’t compare. Her small rosy lips pressed under his, the smell of her flesh, the way she trembled under his touch. Her name seemed like a prayer when he whispered it in the night, calling her to him.
What was her name? It bothered him that he couldn’t remember the name of a woman, but she wasn’t just any woman, she was the only woman that could stop him from killing; that could resist his sweet lullaby. Lullaby? Then it came to him, her name. He wondered if she could hear him at this distance, he had to try.
“Sing your lullaby for me, Jocelin, please. Just one more time,” he said softly. He feared that she hadn’t heard him; her footsteps were so far away from him now, so distant, almost as faint as her heartbeat.
She paused at the iron gates of the graveyard, and looked over her shoulder. Her grandfather was the only one ever called her Jocelin but her grandfather had died two years ago. She smiled slightly, and then continued. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Yes, she told herself, and then from the back of the graveyard came a voice so sweet, and so needy that it made her stop.
“Come to me, my darling.”
It was Marcelino, and she knew it. He was alive, but he couldn’t come up now, it was much too early for that. He would have to wait at least another hour before the sun set. She could let him know that she heard. She had to keep moving, she had to get home and change. She left the graveyard without a backwards glance.
He nearly cried when she didn’t come back to him, maybe it wasn’t her after all, and it was just some…What was the word? gothic chick looking for her vampire prince. If that was the case then she would have her prince, and he would feed from her without care; Without the fear that he would kill her, after all she was nothing more than a mortal woman. He waited in the darkness until the owls came to sign their lullaby to the dead.

Meanwhile, she crept around her apartment, locking all windows and doors. She wouldn’t allow someone to ruin this night, not anyone. Not even the vampire that was now roaming around the city searching for her. She had something important to tend to; she had to awaken him fully. But that all depends on whether or not he was still in his grave. She was hoping that he wasn’t, she didn’t want to be the one who would fulfill the prophecy.
The prophecy stated that his lovers’ soul would come back for him and awaken him in the night. And when she did, she would finally be able to join him. That she was to become like him, but the cost of that was more than just her mortal heart, it was her immortal one as well. It would bind her to him and him to her for ever more.
She looked at an old picture that her grandfather had given her of a young Spanish man and a young French woman. Her grandfather always said that the woman had looked like her, they had the same eyes. She slammed the picture down on the counter and stalked into the kitchen, she had a lot to do.
She was torn between two worlds. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to awaken Marcelino or if she didn’t. She was moving about her apartment as if getting it ready for a friend that she had forgotten, but at the same time she wasn’t actually doing it either. It was only when she began to strip off her clothing that she really known what her mind had decided for her. She was to go back to the graveyard and call to him softly as he stirred under the earth. She stood naked before her closet, peering at her options. She pushed aside the hangers filled with button up shirts and dress pants, and dropped to her knees as she ripped open a black box.
Written across the top of the box in gold fountain were the words:
To my dear Jocelin.
When the time comes you’ll know what to do.
I love you forever my little. Goth, Grandpa
He was right, as usual. She had never opened the box; she didn’t have a reason to. Ever though she wanted to know what was in the box, she didn’t open it. Something was telling her not to, at least until now that is.
She held up a long strapless dress, just like the one in the picture of the two people. She pulled the box into the light and discovered that the clothing in the box was that of the woman in the photograph. It was repaired to its original state; even beyond that, it was perfect. She laid the dress, corset, undergarments, gloves and shoes on her bed to look at them carefully. In the very bottom of the box was a note, she picked it up carefully.
You should know what to do, Jocelin. I have all faith in you.
You should look amazing the dress,
especially with your hair all tied up in a knot. I love you.
She couldn’t help but laugh as she gazed at the note. It was simple and to the point, just like him. She pulled the undergarments over her head and began to slip on the corset. As she tightened the corset she could have sworn that someone was watching her from her open bedroom door. She turned as quickly as she could and nearly fell backwards onto her bed. There was a shadow standing in her door. She threw her arms up and began to chant in a language that she didn’t know that she knew.
As she chanted the figure in the doorway began to fade, and then disappear as quickly as it came. She turned back to the bed and continued to tighten the corset. She slipped the dress over her head, and then began to lace the shoes. She walked to the bathroom to fix her hair, but on the way there she was distracted by the image that looked back at her as she passed the mirror on the wall.
Her long raven hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the dress seemed to be part of her. She looked like a woman from an old black and white horror movie. Her fair skin glowed in contrast to the dark dress, and her eyes seemed to be like glowing gems in her skull. She smiled as she continued to the bathroom. She wasn’t walking, she was gliding.
She stood before her bathroom mirror a brush in one hand and a ribbon in the other. She began to tie her hair up almost without thinking, into a knot near the base of her neck. A few minutes later she took a step back and stared at the woman looking back at her. She was the woman in the picture, she couldn’t deny that now.
Gathering her gloves from her room she slipped out the door and into the inky night. She knew what she was doing, even if she didn’t want to think about it. She was going to awaken the vampire that slept in the churches graveyard. She stopped at his grave and knelt down, her hands above his, even if she couldn’t tell. Marcelino began to stir once again, he could feel his beloved Jocelin above him, and her heart beating thought the earth, calling to him. She began to murmur his name softly, whispering.
“Come to me my darling. Come to me once more and feel my heart beat. Marcelino, your time has finally come, you are awake. You must feed, and I am here for that purpose. But you must do something for me in return. Allow me to join you.”
He broke through the wood and earth, crawling his way towards her, towards her blood. He lunged at her, pinning her to the cold November ground. His mouth was millimeters from her throat, her breath caught in her throat. Oh God how he longed for this moment. He had to have her sweet blood; he had to hear her whimper under him as he took her life. He knew that by killing her he would be killing his own very soul. But the temptation was too strong. She cried out as he bit into her flesh, her warm blood running down his throat. She whimpered as he pressed his mouth against her neck, she could feel the life leaving her body, leaving nothing but her soul. He drew away from her at the last moment, when her life was all but gone, and struck at his own throat. He forced her mouth over the wound, his blood flowing into her mouth. The life returned to her quickly as she wrapped her hands around his shoulders and pulled him closer. He whimpered slightly when he was finally able to overcome her power and force her away.
He gazed into her eyes, what he saw there scared him. He saw the raw power, and lust that he had loved so long ago. It was his Jocelin, his dear love. He stood up and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. Then as quickly as they met, they disappeared into the night. They had a lot of catching up to, two-hundred years of catching up to be exact. They appeared in the cities park, the moons light casting everything in a silver glow. Jocelin smiled and kissed Marcelino on the cheek before she spun from his arms and danced in and around the trees. He watched with an amused smile, he had missed her energy so much, it was always so positive no matter the situation.
Neither of them were aware of the cloaked figure that watched them from the shadows, which had followed them from the graveyard. The figure was debating which one of them would be easier to go after first. The dancing woman as she was new to her change, or the old one who was gaining more strength the longer he waited. The old vampire would be the best choice, then he would be free to hunt the woman at his own pace. He had been the shadow in the woman’s’ room, she had a lot of old memories. Would she remember him as he killed her? The odds were against that, but he didn’t want to take any chances.
He snuck behind the trees, drawing closer to Marcelino slowly, his silver dagger drawn. Marcelino turned quickly to face the man an angered snarl on his face.
“Jonathan.” He stated with anger. “If you harm Jocelin at all, I will kill you personally.”
Jonathan chuckled, but didn’t answer, he knew better than that when hunting. He would do so when he had Marcelino on the ground, his dagger sticking out of his chest. Jocelin stopped dancing and looked at them in surprise. She didn’t understand, why was there a man in a cloak. This didn’t happened all the other times when she watched Marcelino change someone.
Then she remembered the reason that Marcelino had put himself into the earth to sleep. He had explained to her what he was doing, but when she began to speak things that she had never said he disappeared, not wanting to hear them. She cried when he didn’t return the next night, or the few nights later. What had she done wrong to drive him away? She was faithful to him. She never questioned his ways, she didn’t even care when he brought home a strange woman to fulfill his needs. Why should she? She knew that he loved her, or so she thought. Maybe she was wrong after all these years of searching, when her soul had finally gotten to the right place, and she had awoken him. How could he not love her. She had given her life to him, she had given everything to him, her heart, her body, and her soul.
She watched in horror as Jonathan plunged the dagger into Marcelino’s, driving it deeper until he cried. She screamed as she lunged at Jonathan, hatred in her eyes. He could not take him away from her, not after all these years, not again. Jonathan hadn’t expected her to attack him, but he was ready despite the fact. He pulled another dagger from his cloak and lunged at her. Their bodies met in midair, her teeth plunging into his neck and his dagger plunging into her stomach. He landed on top of her, his dagger hitting her spine. She screamed in pain and tried to throw him off. He pulled the dagger upwards, towards her rib cage, he broke the bone to make his job all the easier. He slid his hand inside of her and gripped her heart, squeezing the life from it, killing her slowly, painfully. He ripped her heart from her chest and looked at it with a smirk.
The last words that passed from her lips were, “I’ll still wait for you Marcelino. My love…”
With his last ounce of energy Marcelino turned his head and replied, “And I for you.”
Jonathan got up shaking from Jocelins bite, it was bleeding too badly, and he couldn’t stay standing. But he had too, he had to get home, he had to make it to safety before the city woke up and found him. He stumbled out of the park and across the road. Blinding light came rushing for him, he stopped to stare, and it was so beautiful. His chest heavy he closed his eyes. The impact of the truck found him by surprise and sent him flying through the air, the truck squealed to a stop and the driver jumped down. He rushed over to Jonathan yelling for help.
“…At least my job is done…” Jonathan said in a low whisper. He closed his eyes for the last time and was swallowed by the darkness that was his mind.
Chapter Two
The darkness was overwhelming, it consumed everything as she fell into a peace trance. Her lovers hand pressed against her spine, rubbing gently, placing her deeper and deeper into relaxation. She fought against an invisible force, someone was going after her neck, just way her lover had done hours before. She whimpered as it bit into her neck.
He touched her gently and she whimpered, moving away from him with fear. He came closer to her and breathed on her neck and that just scared her even more. She whimpered as he touched her arm again with his gentle hands. He whispered in her ear.
“Come on Jade, you can come out of this trance, you just have to gain control again. Just take a deep breath. Please, come on, wake up, Jade. Please wake up, I love you.” He kept whispering things in her ear, pleading for her to come back and wake up.
He was afraid that he would lose her, and that she wouldn’t be herself anymore. He loved her too much to lose her now. He would fight for her if he needed too. She opened her eyes slowly, shaking in fear of the person that held her. She whimpered as he held her closer, against his chest. He kissed her forehead, fear in his eyes as well. She moved away from him slightly, she saw something in his eyes that scared her.
It was him, but it was something older, it was the something that had come after her. It was the vampire, and she knew it.
“I wish you could have seen that, Matt,” she said finally, cuddling back up against him. He looked at her with sad eyes.
“I’m not ready to see something like that.”
“I just wish you could have seen what I saw.”
“I know, but I’m not ready to see the past. It doesn’t feel right,” he said placing a hand on the back of her neck. She was still shaking with fear, and she whimpered when he touched her, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been before. He turned away from her slowly, and laid with his back to her. She lay on her back, looking at him sadly. Was he mad at her? She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Matt? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to scare you.”
She edged closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Just hold me,” he said. She wrapped her body around his and held him closer. She smiled as the memories of her past life slid back to where they belonged. She kissed his cheek and rolled him onto his back. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring her mouth. It was nice to be back to normal, but the thoughts of her past life still affected her. Her neck was still sensitive to his touch, but at least she wouldn’t become immobile like she did before. Or so she thought.
“Matt, bite my neck the way you did before. Please.”
Matt pushed her down and placed his mouth over her esophagus, biting slightly. She whimpered and found herself unable to move once again. She whimpered and shook like all the times before and loved it. She was back to normal at last, but something had changed. She was more willing to have her neck bitten by him now. Because she knew that sooner or later, he would be ready to see what she had seen in the trance. That he would be able to learn about one of his own past lives through her. She relaxed as he lay by her side, his arms around her, holding her close. She smiled and closed her eyes, almost falling into the trance again, even without his touch.
She locked away the memory until it was needed again. Which wouldn’t be for quite a while and she knew that. But she didn’t care, as long as he was ready to see it. It was so amazing what she had seen, but it had also been so frightening. It seemed as if she was reliving the moment all over again. But she would forget about all of that for the moment and just be happy that she had found him again. That after all these years she had found her soul again.
She didn’t know if he knew, or if she should tell him, but their souls were linked together by a force so strong that it lasted over five-hundred years. They were together and they would last over the years like that had for some many years before.
It made perfect sense to her as she thought about all the things they had been through already, that none of them compared to what they faced over the centuries of waiting. They fell asleep in each others arms, and awoke only when the alarm rang.