Excerpt: Immortality of Love

The night was cold, I'll never forget it as the song I had heard so many times before played. Such a beautiful song, yet never held such a meaning as it had that night. The lyrics spoke to me the for the first time that night. I would have never thought. The surprising thing was tears that were long forgotten had found themselves stinging my eyes. It was in that very moment I knew things would never be the same. What was will never be and can never be. It was gone, no way of getting it back. Course I should have expected this, afterall I should have known. His frailty, the fact that he would fade from this world. Only I didn't expect so soon, and not the way he had. Then the fact I was not there to stop it that I couldnt have stoppped it. Fate took that night into her hands and changed everything once again. Just as she had before the fateful night she took him from me. She gave and took. Let me see eye to eye on things I had lost, let me see that frailty still remained in this world and just not from my mortal, but with in myself. Within the very heart that I thought I had lost.
I realized as I found myself so suddenly without him just how much he had changed me when he walked into my life the night he had. Just how much I loved him so. How he made me feel when those deep greens stared in to my very own turquoise hues. How the embrace of his arms felt when he let them around me. How his lips felt when he touched mine with his, the kisses that followed. How much I loved him so. It was the kind of love that was unexpected, the kind of love that hit you and you had no idea what hit you. It was the kind of love, you held with care. I handed over my cold heart that had been taken from me the very night I was turned.
I suppose I could have turned him and made him what I am, a vampire. Saved myself fr0m losing him, saved myself from feeling the pain that soon followed when I had. Forgive me for going all Lestat at this point, but I admired his frailty, his inevitability. The fact that he could leave this world and that it was quite unpredictable. How death could embrace him so quickly.
Sometimes I felt robbed of all of that when I was with him. Never did I let him know. The very second those thoughts came to me I pushed them out. If I hadnt been turned or become what I am I would have never met him. That's the only damn good thing about being damned. My sweet Jacob Cross.