as if reproving. He was clearly even more apprehensive.
"I do not like that at all. Thrombocytopenia, low hematocrit ... "His voice was right.
dread "I'll need to reap more to analyze more accurately."
I understood what he meant by that: the amount of platelets and red blood cells was fine
below normal.
Richard returned to the examination room to get a disposable syringe, returning visually
changed.
"You can bite me to make things easier," I suggested.
"This is not the time for jokes," he said, already about to merge.
"I'm not kidding," I insisted.
He inclined his head and stared at me, reluctantly. The old horror of oneself
resurgence sharper than ever.
"I can not do that," he murmured. "Not here, in front of your father.
He knew very well what was going on in his thoughts. You've been traumatized enough when
I was sucking the pulse of that patient right there in that house. I was afraid to see the panic in someone's eyes.
again, as if he were a perverse, bloodthirsty animal.
I cast a look of supplication and my father, God knows, understood our agony. Put her
hand on Richard's shoulder and nodded, giving him permission. Then he left the room and
closed the door. Richard should have talked about his methods before, otherwise he would not.
I know if he would trust it so quickly.
"I do not know if that's a good idea, I have not eaten yet," he said. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you,
succumb to my instincts.
"Richard, I trust you more than you think. Even if I wanted to, I could get hurt.
"That may not be how you think it is. I'm a vampire, Stephanie. Unfortunately, I can not change the
my nature.
- Yeah, I know. And I also know that you love me. I'd rather collect blood from your mouth than use this
metal, "I said decisively.
"It will hurt a little," he surrendered, but there was an agony in his voice, as if it were
more pain in him than in me.
"I can handle it if I get a kiss from you before," I pleaded. "I've been waiting for him for days.
- You do not have to ask ...
He obeyed at once, but it was not as before. It was a sad kiss, cold, apprehensive, more
it sounded like a farewell song. And then, still kissing me, it came down until it reached my neck.
Then he gripped it as gently as possible and pressed his sharp teeth into it. I confess
that I wriggled a little, though it was not so long either. There was only one sensation
the pressure of the liquid coming out as it was sucked, while her cold fingers massaged my
nape, trying to ease the pain.
Catching enough, he raised his head and rolled his eyes, looking for some answer, some
important detail. And, unexpectedly, he covered his face with his hands, mortified, more seeming to have
received an electric shock. Nothing spoke to me, just called my father's name.
Returning to the room, the two exchanged glances of complicity and made a move with the
heads, heading toward the window to whisper. I hated being excluded that way, but even
so I could catch something:
- Is not it better to do the laboratory tests? My father suggested softly, with his eyes
beginning to seasick. "I understand you have special gifts, but you may have been wrong, have not you?"
"I do not mistake that." Unfortunately, "Richard lamented, sort of still in shock or catatonic.
"But as you describe me, it suggests primary myelofibrosis. Richard, she does not have the age
evolution was too fast ...
"No, it's not Allan. It's worse. I've already done the differential diagnosis. We do not yet have a specific name in the
our literature for this disease, but you already know it. He came across her when he tried to
of his mother-in-law.
Dad had to be supported not to fall. Richard helped him to sit down, coming closer to the
bed in order to seek courage and reveal the truth he had just discovered. I could not seem to
find a word to tell me what was going on, how nervous she was. At the
However, before he said anything, I had already processed my verdict.
- Already understood. There is no need to say more. I'm doomed, are not I? I have this disease of my
Grandma...
If regret killed, he would never have spoken to him that way. Richard left the apathetic state and
had an outburst of sudden anger, destroying the first thing he had come across: the plasma TV of the
bedroom, along with the rack where she was propped up. He thrust it several times until there was no
he seemed to have gone crazy for good. I've never seen him so out of control.
- No!!! His deep roar was accompanied by a tightening of his face muscles.
- Richard, please stop! - begged.
- Not you! Not you! No no no no!
He kept yelling, shaking his head and pounding the rest of the furniture,
enormous pain
"Richard, for Christ's sake, stop!" So you scare me! I begged again, shrinking
next to the wall.
Upon hearing the tenor of my words, I noticed that he tried to make a Herculean effort to stop himself
and return to reason. The access of anger gradually disappeared, but another type of
Feeling surfaced in his embittered face. I saw, with disbelief, a bloody tear down
by your eyes, then in a deep black. His hands wanted to hide it, but all he could do was
spreading the red liquid on the face, forming a blur.
- That's not fair! I do not deserve this! He blasphemed.
"Richard, stay calm, please!" His agony made me more distressed than the
own news itself.
- You're not going to die! I will not let it!
My father turned his face away, defeated, certainly doubting the possibility. The pain and
his empty face, although he was clearly
contain and not fall apart in front of me.
"I can do that," Richard said, his gaze converging on a fixed point in infinity. - I will
heal it. And it will be now!
He bent his arms and tucked them under my legs and neck, taking me quickly
on your lap to the exam room. He laid my body in that hospital bed and opened the air conditioner
to remove some of the bags of O + blood he had in stock to warm them to body temperature in
other equipment, fearing the risk of hypothermia due to the large quantity.
- What are you going to do? My father asked, still not understanding at all.
- Drain all her blood and make a simultaneous transfusion. I also need my saliva,
which has regenerative components, contact Stephanie's bone marrow to eliminate the cause.
I do not have time now to explain the whole process, Allan. I just need you to trust me and that
help me. I promise you that your daughter will be safe, "he promised.
As if by magic, the memory of the history of his coming to Brazil filled my brain
oxygen and I could see what he wanted to do. If he let him go, he would be
the only kind of blood that could kill a vampire.
This I would not allow.
- No! I shouted with all the rage I could express. - Do not even think about it! You're going to kill yourself!
He continued to hang the first bag of blood on the carrier, pretending he was not listening.
- Stop! I know what you're thinking, that you've suffered before because of this ... It will not be your fault if I
die!
Richard persisted in ignoring my call, totally firm in his purpose, with his club in the
hands.
-
Dad, please, help me! I pleaded. "Make him come back to reason!"
The two seemed to have already entered a sort of tuning. It was enough to look at the
another understood what should be done. I came to think that Richard had hypnotized him, but how
my father had not gone out of my sight, this probability became technically impossible. Like this
He did not doubt that if he really felt this need, he would do so, for if there were any
which he had already noticed with his lack of coexistence, was his stubbornness.
Dad also ignored the request I made, starting to look for some sterile material. After all,
how could he blame him? I was his only daughter! Really, to ask him to let his offspring die for
protecting someone he barely knew, even more a non-human being, would be too much. He himself could not
to be aware of absolutely nothing of this history or even to think that it was some birutice of my
head.
Just imagine: a vampire dying because he drank blood! If you believe that mythical beings already exist
it must have been extremely difficult for him, which will say such a thing! When I realized that
would be answered in no way, I decided to get up from that bed in the muted way, ready to flee from there.
As if that were possible ...
- Allan, hold her! "Richard practically ordered and my father obeyed, holding me by the fists
firmly.
- No! I started to struggle, crying.
The strength I had to pull myself out of that prison was such that I even broke a wheel
of the foot of the bed.
"Stephanie, my love," whispered Richard bitterly, coming closer and finally
directing the word. - Do not you understand that if I do not, I will not be able to live with me
even or even more breathing? I can not live without you!
"But if you do this madness, you will not live by my side." Please, Richard. You're being cruel to me,
taking my right to decide! And what's worse: the chance for thousands of people to be healed by
you! My tears were coming down uninterrupted now.
I suppose he had reached the edge of despair there. I knew those words the
would make it possible to meditate on the very choice that had been denied or on the consequences of the
your act. Still, he turned his back for a moment with his hand on his chest, like someone who feels pain in the
heart, an organ that would not beat any more.
And when he caught his breath, he came up with another syringe in tow:
"Allan, I need to ask you a favor." I know you're her father and you must be nervous as well.
I, but I can not start what I have to do while she's talking to me like that. It's painful
too much for me. Nor can you look into your daughter's eyes and hypnotize her. I feel like the
was fooling ... Apply the sedative in it, that I am stronger and I can immobilize it.
When I made the request, his arms grabbed me so hard it would be impossible to move a millimeter
even Richard laid his face against mine, also preventing my head from turning.
I felt a needle sting me, overcome by fatigue.
- Please, Richard. No ... "I pleaded.
"Forgive me," he whispered. "I will not let you pay for the curse of loving a vampire." The sign is
only mine, and this is how it should continue.
"I'll hate you if you do this to me."
- It is a pity. I can never say the same.
And those were the last words I heard from his mouth before completely erasing.
Chapter 23
I suppose it was several hours before I awoke, for the air had darkened. The
Eyes took a while to open.
Immediately I realized that those pains in the bones, as well as the pain in the abdomen, had ceased. THE
There was only a slight numbness in the action of the sedative and
it is uncomfortable in the region of the spine. I also noticed that my hair was stretched and tidy throughout.
its extension above the deck.
I slowly lifted my body so I would not fall, with my memory coming back and recapturing what had happened
with me sooner.
Damn it! He could win any intellectual or psychological battle, but he was in complete disadvantage
against the physical strength of a stubborn vampire and an awesome father!
I turned on the light and sat down on the bed again.
She was no longer in the examination room, but in our room. The wreckage of Richard's fury
had already been removed. In his place was the suitcase he had brought with him from the trip and beside my
also found a pink bottle of a French perfume, with a card in it.
Featured. I smiled against my will when I read what I had written on it:
"It's not better than the scent of your skin, but I think it will fit perfectly ... Richard."
I sprinkled the perfume on his wrist and inhaled the delicate fragrance he chose, reflecting on how it would look
divided between the revolt for not being taken into account as to the fate of my own life
and the excitement at having received such proof of love. Difficult to know which side would hang my
balance.
I slowly changed my nightgown over a loose dress, brushed my teeth, and tied my hair in one tail
I thought he looked oily. Then I changed my mind and decided to take a shower.
to undo that undead face and wash the hair, doing the whole process again,
including perfuming the body and attaching that Rapunzel rope with a rubber band.
As soon as I approved of what I saw in the mirror, I began the search for the two. There, from the corridor,
to hear the voice of my father, who was talking on the phone with someone:
"I sent them the blood samples." Please, Laura, be discreet, "he said. - Know
that what I ask is a bit strange, but when I can, I explain calmly. I already contacted other geneticists
confidence that will arrive tomorrow to start this research further. The imported material
has also been ordered and will come on a direct flight from the United States. I'll need someone to
seek it still this morning. I need to get this job done as soon as possible. I'll be there in
maximum in one hour if the traffic is not too bottled up. He paused, listening.
"I know, Laura, thank you. I can not measure efforts now, understand? He is like a son to
me.
Then he gave her some more instructions and then hung up the phone.
- Thank you, Allan. I also think of it, although in practice it is old enough to be your great-great-
said Richard with a weak smile, but relieved.
"I owe you my life ... doubly," my father said.
"He also returned mine when he begot his daughter," he declared openly.
I thought for a moment how strange the world was ...
If you told me such a thing a very short time ago, I would surely think it was some
ridiculously bland joke. I had been so worried I would not know what my
father in front of this decision that I made, to divide my life with a vampire, and yet ...
... at that moment, they were talking quietly, ripping silk, and the most incredible: Daddy
tried to save him. The way he knew it, he could not expect another attitude from himself ...
Certainly, it would already be bringing together the best team of professionals, laboratory, cutting-edge equipment, everything
to achieve its purpose. I was grateful deeply and had to cling to that hope
with nails and teeth.
I walked slowly down the stairs and saw Richard sitting in the armchair in the living room, waiting for my father
one more connection. Visibly calmer, those d
ark dark circles had disappeared
around your blue eyes. His smile was dazzling as he realized my presence and
she immediately reached out to hug me.
My heartbeat fired.
I walked as fast as I could and sat on his lap, not disguising how much I needed that hug.
"I ... I was wrong about you," I grumbled. "It really is a wicked monster, a
vampire tyrant and ...
I could not continue. The urge to snuggle into him spoke louder.
- AND...? He prompted.
- An arbitrary doctor. I had no right to do that against my will. I've never been
considered his patient, "the rules did not apply to me," remember?
He did not reply. He only limited himself to leaning my body, holding it in one of the arms to
that you could watch me closely. The placidity of his gaze reflected the utter lack of repentance.
"I should not talk to you any more." To leave here and hate you for the rest of your life, "I continued.
"So I guess I found my perfect match." Can you find a perverse way of me?
punishing, being more tyrannical and arbitrary than I am.
I put a small donut on his chest and, contradictorily, I kissed the same place. He had already achieved
I disarm
"You fool," I murmured.
"I told you I was crazy about you," he said softly.
"Yes, but you did not have to commit suicide to prove it!"
- Shhhhhh! Stay calm! He put his finger to my lips. "I want to look at you a little."
We spent a few minutes admiring ourselves and took the opportunity to stroke his hard face.
How could she love him even more than before? I never thought anything like this could happen.
with me, that love would fill me to the point where it seemed to explode within me.
that the need for his presence was such that I lacked the air.
As he immersed himself in thoughts, his eyes checked the success of the treatment and analyzed each
item that he considered important.
"Hmmm ... It was perfect on you," he murmured, smiling, inhaling the perfumed perfume in my
pulse.
- You're spoiling your girlfriend too much. I'm going to grow ill-accustomed, "I warned.
"I see no sin in that.
"Did you fulfill your secret fantasy of sucking my blood?" I teased.
Richard studied the movements of my father, who had not yet closed the call, before
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