When two worlds collide, it always spells disaster, especially for these two starcrossed lovers. (It's a short story, so there won't be any more.)
It had been a long day, work had been busy. Alaina yawned and climbed slowly into bed. Just as she closed her eyes, she felt a slight pressure at the end of her bed. "I knew you'd be back." she said calmly. Though he said nothing, she could tell his face held an amused smile. "So what is it tonight, my dear, more interogations?" She nodded. "But these may be a little more personal." He didn't answer. "Is that alright?" "I don't see why it wouldn't be." he said simply. She sat up, but kept her eyes clamped shut, so that maybe he would understand that she still had no intention of turning him in. "What color is your hair?" "Black." "And your eyes?" "Blue." She continued her questions until she found out that he was six feet tall, had a shoe size of twelve, and his favorite color was navy blue. "I have some questions for you now." he said, brushing a stray hair from her face. She shivered. His hands were like ice, but he went on as though nothing had happened. "How old are you?" "I'm nineteen." "How tall are you?" "I'm five feet two inches." "What's your favorite color?" "Dark red." He paused. "Why?" She smiled. "Because it's the most passionate color there is. It's the color of hate, the color of love and you can't have one without the other. I love it simply because it represents the two strongest human emotions that there are." He smiled and stood up. "Once again, I must leave." "I will see you tomorrow night won't I?" For once she sounded unsure of herself. "Yes my dear, I will come again." Then he lept out of the window onto the street below.
"Be warned of unexpected perils that lie within that house." He turned to see an old woman a few paces behind him. He smiled pleasantly. "Good morning to you too Methelda." The woman gave a returning smile and strode to his side. He kissed her hand respectfully. "I am serious about that house. I advise you don't enter it again." "Methelda, she's only a human. Besides, I don't think I'll be visiting much longer anyway." Methelda turned her unseeing eyes away with a grave look on her face. "I was afraid of that."
He crept silently through the window into the empty room. He was early, Alaina was still at work, but he wanted to find out what was so dangerous about this particular human. He rummaged through her drawers. He found clothes, office supplies, and a few photos, but nothing of interest. He jumped as a small gasp of surprise came from the doorway. "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you. You're early." He laughed as she clamped her eyes shut and dropped her keys on the ground. He crossed the room in two quick strides and retreaved her keys, then placed them in her hand and folded her fingers gently over them. He led her to the bed and sat her down. "You can open your eyes tonight." he whispered in her ear. Her face flushed pink as the sweet smell of his breath washed over her. She slowly opened her eyes and gasped. There on the bed in front of her was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Her imagination never did him justice. His eyes were the clearest blue; his hair the deepest black; his smile...words could not describe. Suddenly, her reaction caught up to her. "I'm sorry! I ddn't mean to be rude, it's just you're so...beautiful." She blushed. He cupped her face in his hands and smiled. "Any more questions for me tonight?" She fought to regain her thoughts, then replied. "J-j-just one." He waited expectantly. "What's your name?" "My name is Mortequai." She repeated it to herself quietly. Then looked back up at him. "I actually have one more question." He raised his eyebrow. "Mortequai, I was wondering what you will do with me now. Your first intention was to kill me, but you allowed me to ask you questions. Now thtat my questioning is finished, what will you do about me." This question caught him off guard. He had come to her house with every intention of finishing the job his curiosity had prevented him from doing, but now he wasn't quite sure. He sighed. "Alaina my dear, there is something I must tell you. I am not what you think I am, I'm not your average murderer, I'm a-" he stopped. She watched him expectantly, but he could not bring himself to finish his sentence. "You're a vampire." she said simply. He was gripped momentarily by shock. "How long have you-?" "Since the first night." she answered before he could finish. "I could just tell that there was something different about you, but I don't care." The room grew quiet and the only sound was the quiet hum of the air conditioner. He turned towards the window. "You have to go don't you?" she asked. The disappointment showed strongly in her deep brown eyes. "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise." He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Her face grew warm despite the icey chill of his lips. He glided quickly to the window. "Wait." she whispered. She crossed the room gracefully and stopped in front of him, then thrust herself forward on her toes and kisses him on the lips. "I love you." she whispered into his ear.
Mortiquai paced impatiently in front of his door, waiting for the sun to go down. Finally after what seemed like hours he was able to leave. He walked more quickly down the street, eager to get to her house. He climbed through her window and stopped dead in his tracks. She lay in her bed , too quiet, too still. Her face was pale too and she held a single black rose in her tiny hands. There was a note on her night stand, it read:
Swift is the death at the hands of midnight.