I've been on this damn planet for centuries and let me just say that the scenery changes but the terms stay the same. I've watched as men could beat their wives because they felt they were out of line and it just be a part of life.
But I'm glad to say it's looked down upon now, I literally killed a few husbands after watching them beat their wives, because after all, that's an easy meal. Drain the blood and ditch the body, two birds with one stone kind of thing really.
Of all my years 'living,' I've never found my intended and I honestly don't see it happening anytime soon. I watched as Jonathon searched all of Europe for Marie, only to give up and come to America to find her with an abusive boyfriend. The hurt and anger that has radiated off of my friend for the past year has made me feel glad not to have found mine yet.
To be honest, I thought I had found my intended at one time. Regina, or Reggie, only came to my chest standing 5'4 with flaming red hair that curled down her back. She was petite and the sweetest woman I had ever met, or so I thought. I courted her for over a year, making sure her father approved of me as a possible husband for his youngest daughter. We would take walks through the countryside and watch the wild horses graze near an open field, which is exactly where I planned to propose.
I knew I had to tell Reggie what I was before I could ask her to be mine forever, but I was scared out of my mind. How could she love something evil like me? I'm old enough to be dust in the ground at least a few times over, yet I drink the blood of innocent people to live. How in hell was I going to tell her I was a day walker and that in order to be truly mine, she would become one as well?
I never had the chance to figure that question out, Reggie came to me crying one day telling me how she was 'with child.' This absolutely floored me and broke my heart, she had made me promise we would wait till our wedding night and I had sworn on my soul I would wait. Apparently she couldn't keep her own promise.
Three days later, I packed my belongings and left feeling empty as the town gathered to watch her marry the town blacksmith. I said a silent goodbye and heard the priest present Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, as I rode away on my horse Trotter.
I can't look at a redheaded woman now without thinking of Reggie. And the phrase "with child" sends chills and heartache straight through me. She's been gone for centuries now, yet the sight of a flaming red haired woman makes my heart jump, I guess it always will. But I like to think I've moved on, it has been a few centuries after all but the distrust is still apparent to my few close friends.
My mind came back to the task at hand; I was scoping out a bar on the east side of downtown and scented the accused man. I repeated his name a few times,
Trevor Jennings, Trevor Jennings, Trevor Jennings. Poor Trevor Jennings, you made a big mistake making the search easy...
I picked up my cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Meet me on the roof of the pizza place on East Jackson, and come alone if you still want that promotion."
I snapped my phone shut and waited, I heard the crunching of gravel to my left as Marcus phased to my location.
"Look, I know you don't want to be the errand boy anymore so I'm giving you a chance here. Go down there and lure him out like you were taught and I'll tell Jonathon you did all the work. This, by the way, is mostly true seeing how you brought Marie back to the mansion and are about to lure the bastard out. Add on the fact you brought the bastard that hurt her back to Jonathon and the promotion is as good as yours. What do you say?"
"Thanks Mr. Ponti, I really appreciate your help and I won't let you down."
With that, Marcus made himself appear in front of the bar and began working his incantations to lure the drunken man away. Moments later, Trevor Jennings limped out of the bar and headed towards the alleyway where Marcus hid, waiting to attack and restrain him.
