Free Immortalis - Book 1 (The Keeper's Immortals) by Marisa DeMaris

left the wing and wondered back to his own room and dropped in a CD, he needed to clear his head and music was the best way to do so. Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes only for them to pop open when he heard a light knock on his bedroom door. He rarely got a knock on his door; everyone knew better than to bother him when his music was one. He walked to the door and when he pulled it open he saw Nora standing almost bashfully on the other side. Rather than be kind to her like he wanted to be he acted like he normally did. “What do you want?” he asked me coldly.
    “I wanted to apologize for being rude, if you thought I was and it’s obvious you thought that.” I said. Blake seemed taken back by the words, the apology. No one had even told him sorry for anything. He only nodded then moved back so that she could enter if she wanted to. After listening to the music for a moment I realized that I knew it. “Mozart right?” I asked as I pointed towards the stereo. I think that I shocked him by knowing something that he did but slowly shook his head that it was.
    “I thought so, Requiem?”
    “That’s right. I didn’t think a girl of your era would know it.” He said. I only smiled as walked through his room, tracing my finger around his plush sofa that sat in the middle of the large, a bit more modern bedroom. “I mean…not that you...”
    “It’s alright, I know what you meant. My mother told me that she used to put headphones on her stomach when she was pregnant with me. I’ve always loved classical music but Mozart has always been my favorite although she never liked that this was my favorite song.”
    “And why is that? It’s one of his best pieces of work.” Blake asked me. I smiled and explain that it was a death song but Blake didn’t know that fact about. “Really?”
    “You’ve lived this long and never did your research on it?’ I giggled but not enough to make him feel bad. He looked down with embarrassment none the less. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to, people rarely embarrassed him or took the time to do so. ‘It was commissioned by Count Franz von Walsegg in seventeen ninety one for his wife who had just passed. Mozart himself died a few months after the work was completed on December fifth.” Blake was silent for a while after I had stated the facts and I was worried because he seemed to be in a state of shock.
    “Wow.” He said in a whisper. “You’re…”
    “An intelligent mortal?” I asked with a smirk.
    “Well I wouldn’t go that far.” He said with a joking tone in his voice. For the first time I wasn’t completely fearful of Blake Hollings. I sat in his room for hours talking about everything, he reminded me of Reid and although I missed him I didn’t miss him like I should. I was feeling a closeness to Blake, something I bet he didn’t even see coming. Although he didn’t stop with the anti-mortal jokes they weren’t bothering me as much as they were. I just laughed them off, never taking much to heart.
    “You and Reid…you were close?” I asked.
    “Thick as thieves until he started thinkin’ too much. His views on mortals, obviously differs from me own. It was all The Keepers fault. They thought he was getting out of control so they cursed him.”
    “Cursed him?”
    “They gave him self control. It’s a pity really, he was rare gem but I’m pretty valuable myself.” He said with a smirk. I smiled and the room became silent. Awkwardly silent even. I sat there missing Reid but happy to be where I was. There was something different about Blake from the others, even Reid. I didn’t understand it but I just enjoyed being around him.
    “I’m not so bad am I?” I asked him with a smile and a nudge to his arm with my elbow. He didn’t smile, he didn’t laugh; he only stared straight into my eyes without saying a word almost as if he was speechless. I continued to smile as I waited for an answer. His lips parted but before he could answer my question we