New York -1813
The warm night air blew through Aidan's dressing room window as she dressed for her show. In the last few days she felt as if something was brewing, though she wasn't sure what. Not since she had been mortal had she experienced any dream, yet for the last few days she had been plagued by strange visions dancing before her that she couldn't understand. They seemed to call to her as though they were ghosts from the past. In the first dream she had been a little girl standing before a man who seemed impossibly tall. He was dressed in the style that bespoke wealth and his face was obscured by shadows. He picked her up and carried her to her window. He smelled of candle smoke, winter and a hint of shaving balm. She felt so safe in his strong arms.
"Remember," he whispered in her ear just as Aidan woke up. In the second dream she was a young woman, seated on a horse with the shadowed man's arms around her. The snow was falling and the night air was crisp and cold, though she felt warm and safe with him against her. In his arms she felt so wanted and loved that she never wanted the horse to stop. He brought his lips close to her ear and once more whispered, "I'm still somewhere inside of you." Earlier in her last dream, she was in the man's bed. She could feel his body against her, skin to skin. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her close. He lifted her left hand and gently kissed it revealing a large ruby ring on her third finger. Softly he caressed her body arousing her desires and she could feel her fangs lengthen.
"You cannot deny me. Let me in." This had caused her to awaken and sit bolt upright in her bed. Her eyes green and blazing hunger and desire. It had been so vivid that she had immediately looked around to be sure she was truly alone. The dreams bothered her terribly. They seemed to be more than what they appeared. They seemed so real that they felt more like the embers of memories that she couldn't quite place. Hoping to clear her head, Aidan quickly dressed and hastily went to the theater where she currently performed.
She had been in New York for the last five years under the identity of a young widow and called herself Ada Minsden. Within a year of her arrival, Alex Mabon had joined her, but only periodically to see to it that she was doing well. Mostly he left her to do as she pleased. After disembarking from the ship she immediately started to visit theaters and look for work. With her singing ability it did not take her long to be offered a contract. The terms of the agreement were simple and standard except she never performed at a matinee or before dark. The music halls and variety shows of the United States were a long way from London's Grand Opera, but it was an honest living and the stage was something she was familiar with.
It was exhilarating being back in a busy backstage area, putting on grease paint, sliding past cheap props and wrinkled scenery, but she loved it. Sometimes she performed arias, sometimes she danced and sang popular tunes that were usually reserved for pubs and taverns. On rare nights she filled in for other performers or in one-scene plays. One thing she had learned from this little adventure was that she was not just a decent dramatic actress, but possessed great comedic timing as well.
One of the first dramatic scenes she ever performed in was a short version of the Goddess of Spring with her as Persephone. Audiences relished the romantic drama and why wouldn't they? The God of the underworld wasn't portrayed as a typical devil, but rather as a dark, brooding leading man who was lonely and longed to be loved. The actor who portrayed him, Linus Dudley, was a naturally handsome man, tall with a head full of dark brown curly hair. He was amazingly talented, and like her, could sing, dance and do comedy. He was not only easy to perform with but he challenged Aidan and soon she was trying to put more and more into her performance just to be equal with him. Before long their scenes easily stole the show and garnered standing ovations from the audience who genuinely wanted Hades and Persephone to end up together.
If the two performers found that they had chemistry on stage, it didn't take long for them to realize they had it off stage as well. Their closeness began innocently enough with small talk in between scenes. Eventually the two were chatting it up after shows and eventually socializing at parties. In some ways they seemed to have a lot in common. Linus was a widower who had lost his wife in childbirth along with his newborn daughter. Because it was so unusual for a woman to be on her own, Aidan had claimed to be a widow and that her husband had died back in England. When pressed she would refrain from talking about her supposed husband and Linus just assumed that the loss was simply too painful, like his own. One thing they both loved to talk about was the theater. He would tell her funny anecdotes about other productions he had been in where nothing had gone right. She in turn would tell him about singing in the London opera and silly things that happened there.
For five years they worked together and too many nights they found themselves sitting alone after a show talking and laughing. Alex's advice about not worrying too much about the norms of society had struck a chord with Aidan and she gave little notice to the gossip backstage regarding whether or not there was an attachment between her and Linus. Some nights she even allowed him to take her back to her home in his carriage. She liked his company and when he was there she smiled more and felt lighter, although she never allowed herself to forget that she was a vampire and something quite different from him.
Perhaps it was because of what she was that inevitably there would be a misstep. One rainy night after he took her back to her row house he asked if he could come in for a few minutes to wait out the storm. The Aidan of years before would never have even considered allowing such a thing, but this Aidan graciously let him in and offered him a seat in her small parlor. There were no servants to witness their behavior, no chaperones. The two sat on her couch talking about whatever entered their minds, whether news, theater gossip, or anything else. Sitting there Aidan couldn't help feeling as though this was something she had experienced before and dearly missed. She couldn't remember where or when, but it had happened and she longed for companionship and closeness,
Linus was enjoying the company too. He had no idea that she was anything but human. He enjoyed her company and for the first time since he had lost his wife, he found himself daring to reach out to another woman. The two were having such a good time together that neither noticed the time until the clock on the mantle began to chime midnight. Aidan suddenly became very much aware of the impropriety of having a man in her home alone with her as did he. They both started towards the front door with him apologizing repeatedly for staying so late. At the door he bowed to her and she in turn extended her hand. This had only been meant as a handshake and indeed he did take hers in his. To her surprise he brought it to his lips, his dark sparkling eyes never leaving hers.
His years of loneliness coupled with hers made them unable to resist their impulses as Linus softly pulled her close and brushed her lips with his. To his surprise and pleasure, she not only returned his kiss, but her small soft arms went around him and held him. She couldn't remember her past intimacy and yet she knew she had experienced it. While her body did not seem to be awakening as it had in the past, her vampire hunger certainly was. It had been too long since she had dared to hold a man or kiss one and she could smell the blood pumping through his body. She closed her eyes tightly so he wouldn't see the hungry green beginning to show. He didn't know what was happening to her only that she seemed to want him as much as he wanted her. Linus kissed her neck and his hands began to lift her skirts upward so he could access her. Her lips and tongue moved along his neck feeling his blood flow beneath his skin though his artery.
She could feel his sex pressing against her through his trousers, but her only desire was for his blood. It was all she could do to stop herself from breaking the skin and taking every last drop. His strong hands began to unfasten the front buttons of his breeches eager to have her. He was just about to open the last one when to his surprise she pushed him away. He was shocked, but even more surprised to see her eyes welling up with tears that she hastily whipped away with a red handkerchief. A trick she used to hide their sanguine color.
"What's wrong?" he asked, confused by this sudden and abrupt change in her.
"I don't know . . . I'm so sorry . . ." she said feebly. "I just suddenly feel so . . ." She didn't know how to explain it. From somewhere deep in her mind she had heard a voice cry out her name as though their heart was breaking. She couldn't understand it. She had no attachments, no one in her life and yet she felt as though she was deeply hurting someone just by holding this man. Someone she couldn't remember and yet still had a powerful hold on her. Even with her memories blocked her ties to Erik were strong, and try as hard she might, they could not be severed. He had felt her in another man's arms and his anguish was so palpable that every fiber in her felt his pain.
