Avalon Revisited (28 page)
Authors: O. M. Grey
For the first time, I no longer feared nothingness.
“And if she does turn,” I continued, “I’m not sure what she’ll be. I don’t think she was bitten by the zombie thing, but I can’t be too sure with all that’s happened. And it all happened so fast. I was near unconscious for some of it.”
“Of course, m’lord,” Thomas said, obviously confused by this statement, but he was a good man and didn’t press the issue. There will be time for explanations later. “Shall I make up the guest room?”
“No, Thomas. I’ll bring her to bed with me. Would you draw a bath? I’m covered in filth, and I have wounds which need attending.”
“Of course, m’lord.”
“Then you need to send a doctor over to Lacy’s. Anonymously, of course. There is a man there in desperate need of medical attention.”
“Yes, m’lord.”
I took Avalon up to my room and laid her on my bed. I had dreamed of having her in my bed, but not like this. I cursed myself for my lustful, impudent thoughts after I first met Avalon, thinking she was just another conquest. Calling that base whore by her name. I deserved this pain. I deserved this and so much more dolor for what I had done in life. In death.
I was finally getting my due.
The wash basin on the dresser was full of fresh water, and my mind went back to Cecil. He must’ve filled it before he had left. Had he known what would happen? What had he been thinking? How did I not see his betrayal?
I brought the basin over to the bed and used the water along with a washcloth to wipe the smudged blood and dirt from her beautiful face. When her fair skin was once again clean, I checked her for bite marks. I couldn’t shake the dread that she might turn into one of those things. I would have to kill her then, but I knew I could not. I would kill myself first. Perhaps death would collect this debt after all. There were no bite marks on her face, neck or shoulders. I wouldn’t undress the lady, not for the world. She deserved her dignity and my utmost respect, but I did take note of each tear in the fabric and concluded that she had not been bitten after all. If she rose, she would be like me. If she didn’t, I would be like her. Her hair was in tangles from the fray, so I used my comb to work through it, smoothing out her long, sable locks. Then, laying her head upon a satin pillow, and properly arranging her, I left her there to bathe myself.
The bath water felt warm against my cold skin, although I knew it hadn’t been heated. As I lowered myself into the tub, the water became muddled with the dirt and blood that dissolved from my body. Some of that blood was Avalon’s. It had been her life force, and now it surrounded me in murky red-brown clouds suspended in water. I sank down, submerging myself completely underwater and remained there for a long time, thinking about the events over the past month. Musing at how my existence had barely changed for over three hundred years and then how so much had changed (and so drastically) in the short span of a month. Time was a funny thing.
I remained there beneath the murky water for a long time. I wasn’t sure how long, but finally, when it seemed absurd to be there any longer, I rose from the tub and dried off. All the zombie bites on my hands, arms, and neck had already healed. I donned my night clothes and dressing gown, my mind oblivious to my movements. It was as if someone else dressed me. Every movement seemed forced and aimless at the same time. Walking back to my bedchamber, I felt my feet hit the floor, carrying me across the house. The futility of it all weighed heavy on my ancient shoulders. The insignificance of it all.
Back in my bedchamber, I could see through the shadows cast by the stream of sunlight filtering in from the edges of my dark curtains that the sun was already much higher in the sky. I must’ve been in the bath several hours, but Avalon was just as I left her.
I traced my hand over her lovely features.
Cold.
Hard.
Mouth closed with her lips forming a perfect “o” directly in the center.
Eyes staring at nothing.
Black hair spread out on the pillow, framing her sweet face.
Hands arranged on her stomach, over the fatal wound.
Dirty, torn skirts covering her legs...
Only a few hours ago we had made love. Her warmth surrounded me. Her breath in my ear. I decided right then that I no longer wanted any other woman. Any lustful decadence would cheapen that beautiful moment with Avalon, perhaps now more dear because it was forever gone.
Then I understood the true meaning of death.
I climbed into bed and curled myself around her, repositioning her to mold against me. And then I slept, holding her.
I did not reawaken until well after midnight, and Avalon was still beside me. Cold.
Unmoving.
I buried my face in the ruffles of her sleeve and wept, staining the dress with more blood. I finally managed to get out of bed sometime around three. The house was quiet.
Thomas was sleeping.
Cecil was gone.
Avalon was dead.
I went into the kitchen and made myself some tea, welcoming the sound of the whistling kettle and the crackle of the fire. Something to fill the void. I drank in silence, then retreated back into my room.
It occurred to me that my life would never be the same. I was forever changed. I was stronger, as somehow the werevamp zombie saliva didn’t react with me as it did humans.
Fortunately I didn’t seem to take on a werewolf appearance when my fangs descended, thank goodness for the small things, but I did have added strength. Perhaps a stake would no longer dust me, but it's not something I cared to test just yet.
Perhaps if Avalon didn’t wake up.
The sun would rise soon, but I wanted no part of light. I slid back into bed next to my beloved and pulled the covers over my head, trapping the darkness all around me, finding comfort in it. And slept again.
This time, it was at dusk I awoke. Thomas was pulling the curtains back, and he had brought me tea. Good man, Thomas.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Anything else, m’lord?”
I looked over at Avalon and then back at Thomas. “It’s been over twenty-four hours. She may not wake up, Thomas. I suppose we shall have to make burial arrangements.”
I remembered my own musings at the ritual of burying something that was no longer that which one loved, an empty vessel, but now it seemed quite important that this particular collection of dead tissue still looked so much like my beloved. My all. My everything. My world.
I would give her body a proper burial. It was the least I could do.
“Of course, m’lord. I will do that first thing in the morning,” Thomas said gently.
“Thank you, Thomas. I think I will stay in tonight.” For what was there for me outside of these walls? Everything that I am was lying here next to me.
“Of course, m’lord.” There was concern in Thomas’s face. I probably looked dreadful, as grief does not complement vanity, but I didn’t much care.
My world had ended with Avalon.
Thomas stayed a moment longer, but he couldn’t find anything else to say. His lanky frame lingered in my doorway, but I had no words for him. For anyone. After some time, he left quietly, closing the door behind him.
I picked up the cup and stirred my tea. I would have to feed soon, I thought. But there would be no joy in it. Perhaps I’d just go out at dawn and be done with it.
“What? No tea for me?”
I whipped around and saw that Avalon had awoken! Her skin glowed exquisitely in the candlelight. Her long, black curls rested on her shoulders, and I dropped my tea in my excitement. I reached over to her, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her. Her lips were hard and cold... and perfect.
“How do you feel, my love?” I asked.
“Thirsty,” she said, then set her flawless mouth in that tiny stone “o.”
“Of course,” Joy filled my being. I smiled, and I felt the joy shine from my eyes and through my heart. “I am as well. Shall we find someone to drink?”
“By all means,” she said and she smiled, too. Her fangs were gleaming and they were normal. No snout. No furrowed brow. No jagged teeth. Just two perfectly pointed canines.
I took her by the hand and led her out of bed. She looked at her torn dress and then back up at me.
“Can I have a new dress, too?”
“You can have whatever you desire, my love.”
I took her into my arms and kissed her... forever.
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