Ah, My readers. Much as I love you, you are a very distracting nuisance sometimes. "When will we hear from you again?" Constant emails and postings on the Internet. The Internet really is a wonderful thing is it not? Anyone anywhere with a computer and a phone line can be connected to almost anywhere else. Since I am a total Technophile I can't travel without having a laptop, and Internet, and then the constant irritant of your messages. Don't get me wrong; I loved all of your positive comments. I do enjoy writing. However you have also broken into a very exciting part of my life after my visit to Becky.
Do you want to hear about it?
I thought so...
Part Two: Tossing and Turning
My dreams were turbulent. I dreamt frantic visions of Becky tossing and turning, with tubes jutting out at horrid angles. She is sweating as a dark shape looms over her, tied down and unable to move. She screams in pain and in terror and then lies still. I move over to her on the bed, and she is cold. I see her in a coffin, and it being lowered into the ground. Noises and Crying. Mary is there, looking forlorn. I must be dreaming. I cannot wake up. I am screaming in my dream, blood tears flowing down my cheeks. I see my wonderful Rebecca walking among the graves, at her own funeral. She comes to me and looks at me sadly. I am slammed with the psychic equivalent of a dump truck. She is sending me a message stronger than anything I have ever felt and I cannot escape her psychic hold. A feeling of loss and despair, my own Becca, my love and my life is gone. I throw up all over the graves, and wake to find myself covered in bloody vomit, unable to stop crying.
I crawl off my bed and onto the ground and lay there, a shivering cold mass. I flatten myself into the floor in an effort to get control over myself. Bloody sweat and blood tears stain my pj's. It is night.
I clean up, and put on some comedy to try to calm myself down and stop crying. I wipe up my face, to remove the blood tears. Seeing a vampire cry is frightening to those who do not expect to see a thing cry blood. I ignore my hunger. I have to find out why I got hit by such a strong psychic dream.
I got dressed and left my flat. Finding a secluded spot I shot up into the night. Several hours later I landed in Sydney, always being sure to travel in the darkness. I touched down beside Rebecca's apartment. It was a small basement apartment in Sydney's western end. I knocked on her door, and after a few moments she answered.
Becca is a beautiful girl, standing about 5'9', with long flowing brown hair, tied up in a ponytail. Mesmerizing brown eyes and fair skin. She has a slim body and small breasts that would fill my hand perfectly.
"ALEX!"
She throws herself at me with a kiss and a very tight hug. We go for a walk in Meadowbank Park, and talk down by the Harbor for hours. We catch up on what's been going on in our lives. Dose of pain as I hear about her life, knowing that mine was stolen. In short it was a very pleasant evening, but even without my psychic gifts I could tell that there was something wrong.
I let it rest though. She'll tell me when she's ready. I feign being jetlagged and beg a dark room to sleep in.
The next evening Becky and I went Downtown to see Die Valkurie at the Opera. We were on the way home when Becky looked over at me.
"Alex?" She said
" Yeah?" I said, with a shudder for my normal standards of vocabulary.
" I have something to tell you... Promise you won't get too upset"
Cold fear gripped me. Found her one true soul mate? Getting married, and not to me? I know that these sound horrible, but I can't help it. I really love the girl. I'd do anything for her.
" I'm going to die"
Silence
"What?"
She glanced over at me.
"Remember before you left, when I was in that car crash with my Footie coach? I had to have blood transfusions? They were tainted. I got HIV from the blood at the hospital"
Bad Blood. Just like me.
"How long do you have?"
" Not long, or so they tell me. They can't really say, as long as I stay healthy it could be months."
Stay healthy, I hear you and indeed myself thinking, Ok that's not too bad, I can handle that. After all does not my very presence keep illness away? I can live with this. I can live with her and "Nurse" her to health. Or so I thought. It turns out that there are some illnesses that I just can't do anything about. Over the next few weeks my dearest Rebecca, who I've been in love with for years, took a turn for the worst.