Some Infinities Are Longer: The Hunt (Chapter One)

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Stories of vampires are written from the imagination of great and not-so-great writers, but no vampire story has been written from the heart of one. Not until now. ***** I hate goodbyes. I always have, and I probably always will. After a thousand years, and nearly twelve generations later it’s still like a knife in my chest when I have to say goodbye. The rain poured down, beating on the pavement. I look over at Cody. He hasn’t spoken to me since I got into the car. I shiver, even though I’m not really cold. He holds out his hand and pulls me towards him. I reach for the heat and turn it up. I cuddle close to him and listen to his heart beat. “Are you sure you want to go camping?” Cody asks me, once again, trying to talk me out of it. “I’m going to be fine,” I tell him. “I just want to reconnect with old friends.” “I have the Labor Day Football Banquet,” Cody says. “You’d be invited.” “Take your little sister for once,” I argue. “It’s just going to be for the weekend, it will be over in no time.” Cody doesn’t reply. He just squeezes me and continues to drive. I stare out the window, watching the rain. ***** “Hello beautiful,” Aaron says, as soon as Cody closes the door of his truck and takes off. My bags have already been loaded into Aaron’s car and we’re getting ready to go. escort avcılar “Aaron Lane White,” I say. He opens his arms to me and I immediately let them fold around me. “I missed you.” Aaron was my first love. I’d known him for as long as I can remember, but because of divorced parents, I used to only see him once or twice a month and then for the annual camping trip with the church. “I missed you too,” he breathes into my hair. I finally break the embrace and look him up and down. He’s changed a lot and he’s filled out. His arms and legs are roped with muscle and lost the braces. “You know, synthetic steroids are bad for you.” I tell him, getting into the car. “I’m not on ‘roids,” he laughs as he turns the key in the ignition. “You’ve changed a lot,” I tell him. He’s about to make a comment about how I look the same as I did when he first met me. It’s true the last time he saw me, he thought I was 16. He keeps his comment to himself and drives up the mountain slowly. Twists, turns, and about ten hidden side roads later, we reach the camp ground. I take my bags up to the little meadow and go to help Aaron’s mom unpack her car. “Shit,” she says, cursing under her breath. “What’s up?” I ask her. “Oh,” she says, realizing I heard her. I smile to let her know its okay. escort bahcesehir “Hey Echo. I just, blanked and left the extra tent at home. I just called the boys and they said they couldn’t bring one until tomorrow morning.” “I can just sleep in the chapel,” I assure her. The chapel is actually warmer than sleeping in a sleeping bag. The chapel is across the little meadow where people are already setting up their tents. To the north there is a “bear-proof” kitchen concealed slightly by trees, but connected to the driveway. I look around, taking it all in from my place in the driveway. Everything looks the same as I remember it from years ago. “That’s ridiculous,” Aaron says, coming up behind me. “She can sleep in my tent.” I turn towards him, and his hand goes to the small of my back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Mrs. White says. “Where are you going to sleep?” “In my tent,” he says. “I still don’t–” Aaron stops his mom in mid-sentence. He gets a little closer, looks her in the eyes and smiles. “It’s fine. We can use the tent with the divider and it’s only for tonight.” He breaks his gaze. “Maybe that would work,” Mrs. White says nodding. ***** I walk noiselessly along the path. I’m just slightly ahead of Aaron, letting the moon light my way. Everyone beylikdüzü escort goes on a midnight hike the first night of Labor Day weekend, but because Aaron and I are the only graduates tonight, we broke away from the group of high school students. “When did it happen?” I ask him. I decided not to dance around the idea and cut to the chase. “When did what happen?” Aaron asks. He’s good, I’ll give him that. His composure on the outside is perfectly normal, but I hear his heart rate speed up ever so slightly. “You honestly think I don’t know?” I say, sarcasm laced in my words. “You’re clearly a new-born; otherwise you would’ve never compelled your mother in broad daylight.” Aaron just stands there, trying to figure out how I know about him. “Stop thinking so loudly,” I tease him. “How do you know?” Aaron asks. I sit down on a boulder, allowing the question to linger in the air for a while. “I knew from the moment you stepped out of the car,” I tell him. “I can always tell when there is a vampire around.” “So can I,” he argues. “That’s not entirely true,” I laugh. “You couldn’t tell with me.” “I couldn’t, but you also didn’t smell like a human either,” he says. “So what are you?” “A vampire…” I tell him, “…-ish.” “What do you mean by that?” he says. He’s been slowly getting closer to me, and I let him. “I’m not just a vampire,” I tell him. “I’m what they call a tri-hybird.” “What the fuck is that?” he asks, trying to piece it all together in his mind. “I’ll tell you eventually,” I promise. “What’s your story?” I ask.

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