}); The Vampire Chad (Part 17) – Blinds-Eye View

The Vampire Chad (Part 17)

The first question out of my mouth, before any other was,

“What does Fuil mo chridhe mean?  I can tell it’s some term of endearment.  And what kind of relationship did the two of you have?”

What can I say?  My male pride had been burning every second since I heard him address her with such familiarity.

“It’s okay, my love,” Chrystal reassured me.  “That part of my life was over years ago.  He means nothing to me anymore.”  She smiled as she ran her hands through my short, thick hair.  “It’s Scottish Gaelic.  It means of Pulse of my Heart, or in modern English, Sweetheart. Can I tell you the story you’ve been bugging me to tell you now, or would you prefer to keep badgering me with more irrelevant jealous questions?

I smiled at her sheepishly and ruffled her long mane of hair in mocking return.

“I prefer you take off your clothes, let me lay my head back between those awesome tits of yours, while you feed me grapes and tell me the story,” I joked.  “I don’t see that happening though, so I’ll just shut up so you can tell it.”

Running her tongue slowly across her lips and top teeth, she did a little striptease removing her red silk dress and matching bra.  Slowly, she began sliding her panties down, then abruptly pulled them right back up.  She stuck her whole tongue then, giving me a full-blown raspberry, and plopped onto the bed; Belly down so I couldn’t even enjoy the full show.  I chuckled, turned myself on the bed so we were facing each other, awaited her story.

“I met him here in the states back in 1817,” she began.  “I was 26 at the time, and almost a spinster for not having been married yet.”

It was a good thing I wasn’t drinking at the moment, or it would have been all over the room with that first sentence.  She scowled at the interruption already.

“1817?” I asked.  “Holy shit!  You mean to tell me you’ve been alive for over 200 years?”  I quickly did the easy math in my head.  “I’ve been sleeping with a woman who’s 226 years old?  Oh damn!  Looks like the other day wasn’t the first time I robbed the grave, huh?”

Her scowl told me she wasn’t amused with my cleverness, so I sheepishly tucked the bottom half of my face in the covers, mumbled “I’m sorry” in a pathetic muffled fashion and waited for her to continue.  Rolling her eyes at me in an over-exaggerated manner, she did.

“Yes, I was 26 when we met.  Not being married, I was still living with my father and my two 15-year-old twin brothers, William and Wallace.  Yes, I got my sense of humor from my father, if you get the irony behind their names.  Our mother had died giving birth to the twins, and I was the woman of the house once I was the age of 12, though I began taking on the duties of the household as early as 8 years old.  It was a much different time then.  Women were very much seen as secondary citizens, only scantly higher than that of slaves.”

“Don’t get me wrong, my father loved me dearly and doted over me as much as a working man can.  He saw that, beyond my duties, that I received at least a rudimentary education during my childhood.  Being that this was a rarity among the poor class, especially among women, it truly showed his love for me; That he wanted something better for me in my coming days.  He and my much younger brothers always treated me with the greatest of respect.”

“But this isn’t my life story,” she said.  “It’s the story about how I met and ended up with Marcus O’Reilly.  In 1817, when I was 26….”  She paused and looked at me for the slightest clue of reaction.  I valued my life and gave none.  “…Marcus began visiting our village.  He was a self-made man, and a lifetime friend of our local magistrate.  The two of them spent their childhood together back in Scotland, then schooled in London years later.”

“While Johnathan Smythe, the magistrate had gone into politics and was the magistrate for Harrisburg, PA, O’Reilly was an importer/exporter based out of Philadelphia.  O’Reilly’s business took him all over Pennsylvania, but he always made a point to visit his friend in Harrisburg as often as possible.  Even more so when he eventually took a fancy to me.”

“I met him at the farmer’s market one evening while he was arranging for the transportation of livestock and produce from local farmlands to the coast.  I was covering my brother’s booth while he was off galivanting with some local whore, and O’Reilly struck up a conversation with me.  He was a fascinating and cultured man and was impressed with the keenness of my mind and the education I had received.  As I’ve noted, a rarity in women of that time and caliber.”

“To make a long story short, he visited several times in the following months, and we became very close.  The only oddity of his visits being that they were always in the mid-to-late evening; Never during the daytime.  As I was usually busy at home during the daytime hours, it was a convenience to me anyway, but it still seemed peculiar.  Not peculiar enough to truly raise a major interest with me, but still an oddity.”

“Regardless, at the end of the harvest season, he was due to set sail back to England to resume his duties in the motherland.  I was heartbroken to be losing him.  Heartbroken until he begged my father to take me with him.  We wanted to enroll me in schooling in London and give me the education I deserved.  I could have exploded with joy.”

“My father was against it at first, wanting me to stay on at the farm.  He eventually gave in though.  I was after all, 26 years old and had shown no interest in any of the local gents who had come calling over the years. The chance for a better life, a professional education, and the future he saw between Marcus and me changed his mind.  So, in late October of 1817, we set off for the old world.”

“Regardless of the fact that I had never even been aboard a rowboat, the crossing in the great ship was anything but typical.  Getting past the endless sway of the ship, seeing nothing but water as far as the eye could see, and all the other differences between life on the land and life at sea, Marcus held a very peculiar schedule.  I was forbidden to enter his cabin during the daylight hours.  I assumed this was due to the endless amount of paperwork an important man such as he must have to deal with, but it was still quite foreign and bizarre to me.”

“In the evenings when we were together, he more than made up for the missed time together.  We would dine together, laugh, joke and even dance among the sailors who probably thought us mad.  With Marcus’ social standing, and what he was paying for this passenger crossing on a merchant’s vessel, they were more than happy to put up with our eccentric behavior.  I was truly falling in love with him.”

“But to get on with the story, the crossing from the states to England usually took the great sailing ships anywhere from 6 weeks to 3 months.  The winds were with us, and we made the crossing in 2 months.  It was still a very long and perilous journey, especially when it would storm.  I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to spending a fair amount of the time hanging over the ship relieving my stomach of its previous meal.  I was beyond overjoyed when we finally spotted land on the horizon.”

“We took up residence in his London apartments, and he immediately enrolled me in the University of London.  I was far from the most traditional of students.  One, I had been born and raised in the states.  Second, I was far below the educational standards being raised in a poor town’s school in said states.  Third, I was a non-traditional student by age as well.  I had a lot going against me.  I never let it get me down though, and within weeks I was holding my own.  No, I wasn’t destined for greatness with my intellect, but I didn’t come off as some Pennsylvania housewife either.”

“Marcus couldn’t be more pleased with my progress.  During our evenings together, he would test me on my studies of the day, encouraging and pushing me towards excellence.  He truly seemed to care for me.  When he wasn’t helping me study, we would take long evening walks throughout the old neighborhoods of London, or spend our time at the opera, society balls, and the such.  By the end of my first year in London, none of my kinfolk back in the states would have recognized me.  I was a true lady.”

“It was the end of my freshman year at the college, on the night of my 27th birthday, that he asked me to marry him.  We were on a coach ride through one of the older sections of the city, and…and…I’ll just gloss over the rest of that night, the courtship, and the wedding as I can see by your face you have no real interest in hearing about this part,” she said with an apologetic smile.  She was right

“Anyway, after we were wed, I began truly questioning his daily absences in earnest.  The schedule he kept was ridiculous.  It wasn’t so bad on the day’s that I had classes.  I wouldn’t have seen much or any of him on those days anyways given my course load.  The weekends were another matter though.  My days were empty and lonely.  The few hours I got from him before bedtime were scant worth it.

“And I voiced this concern to him on countless occasions. He was unwavering.  He would only see me in the evenings after dark and would leave our wedding bed before the sun rose each morning.  Most of the time, he would leave well before morning.  When I’d offer to get up with him or ask him what he was doing, he would just tell me to mind myself and go back to sleep.”

“You, of course, understand why he was doing this.  He was already a vampire at the time.  He was sleeping throughout the day as we all do, then feeding before sunrise.  I, his 27-year-old bride though, had not been let in on this little secret yet and was becoming slowly obsessed with concluding why he kept such hours and rules.  I was going to find out the truth even if it were the death of me.”

“Finding out what he did in our sleeping chambers all day would be next to impossible, as he locked himself in every day and the key was always on his person.  I was going to have to investigate what he did in the wee hours of the morning.  Therefore, one night when he arose at 4:00 a.m. I feigned sleep and then stealthfullly followed him.  He immediately left the premises and made his way through the streets of London, not the wisest move at 4:00 a.m., even back then.”

“Being only the two of us, I was able to trail him quiet easily as he weaved in and out of the narrow streets at a strolling pace.  What the hell was he up to at this time of night?  I was soon to find out.  As I was beginning to wander if he knew he had a tail, a couple large men stepped out of an alleyway just ahead of him.  They reached out and grabbed him, obviously planning on robbing this easy mark.  I was just about to run forward, screaming at them to leave him alone when I heard Marcus laugh.”

“He grabbed the two ruffians, and dispatched of them in record pace, as only a creature of the night can.  I was amazed at his quickness and strength, and again was tempted to approach him to see if he was okay.  I was stopped in my tracks by what he did next though.  I’m sure you can guess?  Yes, he fed on them right then and there in the alleyway.  I was still a distance away, but the movements and slurping were a telltale giveaway.  He was biting them and drinking their blood!  I nearly fainted from the sight of it.  I didn’t have time to swoon though.  In a flash, he was right up in my face, his hands digging into my forearms.”

“Have you seen what you expected to see, Fuil mo chridhe?” he asked.  “Yes, I knew you were following me.  I knew the curiosity would get the better of you.  You’re too smart for your own good, my dear.  I blame myself, seeing that you have the top-notch education you’re receiving.  You have a choice to make here and now.  You’re a bright girl.  The right answer should be obvious to you.  Join me and be my Mistress of the Darkfold, or force my hand to end your life.  No mortal may live with the secret you’ve discovered tonight.  Be my blood, or give me all of yours.  What is it going to be?”

Chrystal sat up, stretched all of her limbs, then took on a sitting Indian posture on the bed facing me.  Still laying on my side, the view was awesome, but too distracting.  I sat up as well.

“And of course, I answered yes,” Chrystal continued.  “Like he said, I was a smart lady.  I knew that, regardless of the fact that I was his bride of a year now, that this animal would kill me on the spot if I said otherwise.  It broke my heart, that he could so casually threaten to kill me right then and there, but I had to do what I had to do to survive.  I returned home with him, and in the last hour of the night gave him my mortal life, and he gave me this supernatural one.”

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