This reminded me of the first time we met. I turned to look out the window and sneakily put my head on his shoulder and felt the muscles tense up at my touch and shortly relax after I looked at him and kissed him on the cheek.
�What was that for?� he asked totally dumbfounded.
�I just wanted to. That�s all.� I replied as I made myself comfortable and watched as the other car lights went by. Right before dawn we pulled into a hotel and got quickly in before the sun rose. I took my shower and put on the hotels white robe they left in the bathroom. As I sat down to dry my hair off Jason stepped in and shed his clothes and got into the shower. I couldn�t help but to watch him while I combed my hair. To see the water cascading over his powerful shoulders and down his back.
It was times like this that I could remember why I stayed with him all these years. The excitement, the feeling of being sneaky and running round with secret identities and no one knowing what we where up to. It made my adrenalin just thinking about it. As he came out of the shower he looked at me and I gave him my half dry towel to dry himself off.
�Take me to bed?� I asked looking over him and I grinned as he nodded.
I woke up the next evening right before the sun set. I didn�t dare get up cause the sunlight hurt my skin and I would rash up and get the easiest sunburns after 5 minutes so I just stayed in bed. I rolled over and put my arm over Jason�s chest and watched him sleep. I felt a longing to touch his face. But I knew he didn�t like that sort of intimacy in the morning so I crept out of bed quietly as not to wake my sleeping beauty, and went through my luggage looking for my drawing paper and pencil. I wanted to draw him like this. Hair messed up and so innocent. He hide this look from everyone even me when he woke.
He thought it was wrong to show ones soft side when there are others around but hopefully sometimes he let his guard down in his eyes and I could see my sensitive lover in the depths of his soul. As I was getting the picture done Jason woke up and I told him rather forcefully to hold still just for five more minutes.
I noted he was getting rather thin and that I�d make him eat more. I hated it when he became skin and bones. I like my men to have meat on their bones. We both got dressed rather quickly and gathered everything and headed back into the road to Alaska. The days rolled on and we were finally almost there. We had to stop at the state line of Canada and Alaska but that was not for long.
We where finally in Alaska. As we got to our destination, which was somewhere in the north quite a ways for it stayed dark most of the time and it was full forest. We arrived at our cabin at sunset and as I got out I cried. I could not take in all the beauty of this place. I ran over to Jason and jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. He carried me into the cabin and raised his eyebrow in question.
�Yes dear?�
�I want to show you something. Maybe you can draw this?� He told me as he carried me up to bed on the second floor of the cabin.
We spent many days in the cabin and we loved it. No one around to lie to and no one to bother us but ourselves and the occasional trip to town to get supplies.
I started drawing again and Jason bought a computer and started working over the Internet. I even started drawing fiction and started sending it to the local magazine companies. They loved it and I continued to do so for about 30 years until the unspeakable happened.
�Jason! Hunny, we need to talk�� Jason looked at me with question in his eyes.
�Is something wrong sugar?�
�Umm�. I�m not so sure its wrong.� I replied but as I said this I could see in his eyes the growing terror.
�What is it?�
�Umm�. I think I�m pregnant.�
�Is that even possible? I meant for our kind�� I knew something was wrong for weeks but I was just hoping it was I. I knew Jason would reject the child but maybe it was my mistake and everything was fine. At this we waited and as soon as the sun went down we went into town and got a test. I took it right to the bathroom and five minutes later came out bawling my eyes out.
�Its positive! How can this even be! I can�t be! It goes against everything we know!� Jason held me and stroked my hair and told me everything was fine.
I had the child at the cabin but unfortunately was born still. I believe that was the first time I ever saw Jason cry. I was unaware he wanted this. After that we moved back to California and back home. The pain that we carried was too much for me and when we got home Jason carried me into the house and laid me to sleep.
He went to lay next to me and pulled the covers over us and we slept, and we slept, and we slept. We slept for 3 centuries until the music of the present reached us and took us out of our sleep. When we woke we took each other violently. As we take a shower together to wash off the sweat of each other we looked at each other and I wept for the child I had lost over 30 years ago.
�Maybe we can try again?� Jason suggested, I just looked at him and my mind went totally blank.
�In a few minutes hunny, I have to go stir up my paint and make sure it hasn�t gone bad over the years we where gone and sleeping. I went downstairs and painted my heart out. I painted all my sadness, hurt, and pain out so I could feel clean and renewed. I sold my last paintings to one of Robert Ponds spawn and that was the last they heard of me.
My last sketch I did of me from a picture Jason took of me when I woke up from my slumber. I drew my last picture for my hands where aged so much by the pencil or charcoal and the many various types of writing tools I used over my time. The odd thing was when I was done with drawing my self in the picture I did not sign my fake name as I usually do. I signed my real name. Rosetta Valarc. And would be remembered as The Vampire Rosetta. Jason woke when I put the picture down on the floor to look over it.
�What have you done!� he roared at me as he looked down at the picture. I prayed he did not see the signature. As soon as I thought that he looked in the corner and went quiet. �We�re leaving.� He simply said.�What do you mean we�re leaving? I can�t go anywhere.� I protested but reluctantly got my bags and started to pack my clothes. I hated to leave. This home was the only thing I cared about in a very long time. I didn�t know where we were going but I had a feeling I wouldn�t like it.
�We�re going to Salem.� He said simply as if it was no consequence that I hated it there because of the talk about witches. Even the thought of a real witch sent an eerie feeling all over my body and up my spine. I followed him though as I promised to so many years ago. So I got in the car while Jason put my bags in the trunk.
He rented a 2001 Subaru Legacy in midnight blue that at first look almost looked black. I took everything of mine except the furniture and my drawing tools. I left them on my desk sitting there. The drive was long and cold. It was the same as any other drive before.
We drove at night and slept during the day. We also had cancelled our bank accounts and withdrew any money we had from anywhere and kept that in my backpack, which was hidden under a board in the trunk. After a few weeks we arrived at our destination. Salem, Massachusetts. I felt an eerie vibe from this place and I wanted out as fast as possible.
We stopped at 8 Crombie St., Salem, right next to some church. The place was a little house, which looked like any other house on the block. One car driveway and garage. You have to go through a small garden of roses and tulips down a narrow path that turns left to the door. As you open it you step right into a small living room just large enough for a 3-person sofa and a T.V. I could see the dinning room or much rather the kitchen which had the dinning table and chairs in it.
There was a bedroom down the hall next to the kitchen to a bedroom only big enough to accommodate a king size bed, a walk-in closet, and a dresser that looked almost as old as I was. I thought it was rather boring and wished I had brought my drawing tools. As Jason put his suitcase on the bed he ordered me to go get my suitcases. As soon as I touched the doorknob the doorbell rang, startling me enough to make me jump back.
�Hello there. I am your next-door neighbor and wanted to give this to you. I have been just dying to see who would move in next to us next.� A rather blonde woman with bronze skin and a barbie face in a sundress handed me a fruit salad.
�Umm� Hello I am Rosetta Valarc and my husband is in the bedroom unpacking.� I said rather startled at her appearance.
I could do nothing but offer her inside and some soda that I had in the cooler in the back of the car. As Jason unpacked we sat in the kitchen talking about the history of the city and a job opening in her clothing store she had open and suggested with my kind of detailed drawing she could open a whole new line of clothes. I accepted and she told me to be at the store the next morning at 9 am. When I told Jason I already found a job he was less then upset about it but at last decided it was good for me to have something to do. A couple of days went by and as Valerie Johnson worked together at the store and worked together at home on designs we quickly grew close.
We spent almost half our waking time with each other. The only other time I was away from Valerie is when I was sleeping or with Jason. He grew to hate Valerie, as I knew he would. He always hated people that where different from us. Days went by and one day Valerie wasn�t at work. I figured she was just sick and stayed home but then the next day she didn�t come in or call at all or anything.