Free Sanguine Rave - A Vampire Romance (Paranormal Romance, Vampire) by Amanda Bowen Page B

someone will show up and make sure you're not an issue anymore.  Just because I'm stronger, faster, and can do a few neat tricks doesn't mean that someone couldn't put me right in my place and even a human can catch one of us off guard.  That's a natural order at work.  Fighting it doesn't change it, and it's not like I could go back and regain what I lost if I did.  The man that changed me, did it on a whim.  I was a moveable feast, a snack.  But something made him ask me what my name was after he'd had his drink and I remember feeling sleepy as he laughed his head off until red tinged tears tracked his face.  He was surprisingly gentle, considering that he was pretty much killing me and I remember how he took care of me after.  He even let me go home and get a suitcase full of clothing and things I thought I couldn't live without before we just took off and traveled around.  I left my parents a note saying I was leaving with some boy and not to worry.  I'm pretty sure they worried anyway after I never contacted them again.
     
         He told me his name was Isaac, like from the Bible and that he'd been around for the American Civil War.  I wasn't too sure I believed him then about either the name or how old he was, because he barely looked older than I did.  He had a quiet sort of weight in his eyes though, that ultimately made me believe everything he told me by the end.  It might not have seemed like much of a life, but for as long as we were together I learned everything I could from him until the night he told me that we needed to be apart for awhile.  That I shouldn't worry, because he'd find me again when it was time.  I sort of wonder though if he wasn't just saying that to try and protect me while he drew off attention.  Anyone hunting us (and there are people that actually do just that, though mostly they're written off as crazy), would have been looking for a couple, not a heartbroken girl put on a bus to Galveston and told to keep going after she got there.
     
         I used to look over my shoulder, hoping that he'd fade in out of the shadows with his crooked grin and tossing his dark hair out of his eyes.  He never did though, not to this very night. Elle's Diary, pages 10 – 25
     
     
    *** Four Days Prior***
     
         Elle loved Sanguine Rave.  She loved it because it was her spot, a place she'd built out of a ruined and abandoned building and made into the in place to be.  It wouldn't last of course, clubs like this came and went but it was a foothold, and when the popularity dropped she had a plan on how to change it and get it back again.  But right now it was the hottest thing going, and she was happy to ride that wave.  The music was loud, the smoke machines going and young lithe bodies writhed on the dance floor as the night's DJ started his set as she arrived.  She'd meant to go to her office and drop off her purse and the book in her hand.  It was a bit of a vanity, her diary that she wrote in faithfully during her down time for reasons too personal to share with any of the people she'd worked with to get this place going.  They were more ephemeral to her than they could ever imagine, even though it had been their money funding her little dream.
     
         But the bar back had called in sick, and she'd ended up diving right in to help out, purse snugly on top of her book tucked away near the little safe kept to keep on hand cash from becoming a tempting target.  Elle was happy though to be slinging drinks, feeling the life of the place swirl around her and she just couldn't help the smile that was stuck on her lips.  Her place , that felt more permanent than it had any right to.  People like her just didn't have permanence, that was just how it was.  She'd gone through another full tray of beers when the man entering the bar caught her eye.  Elle couldn't have said just what it was that drew her eye to him and kept him noticed, but there was just something