Always Midnight

Madison Johnson's life changes the moment she lays eyes on Christian Watson. Christian is unlike any boy Madison has ever met in her life, he's a guy with a secret-he's a vampire with a deadly past. When they fall in love, Christian's past soon makes its way into their future together. As his past catches up to him, Madison must decide how much she will sacrifice to be with the man she loves.

Copyright © 2011


19. Now it all makes Sense (pt 2)


“Madison...” Christian started. 

I cut him off, "No, you can't do this to me. You can't tell me this news about you, that changes my whole belief on what I thought reality was. It's not fair for you to make all the rules of this friendship, I get a say in this too. You said you'd always be there for me, I'm holding you to that promise. How can our friendship be dangerous when in reality you're the best thing in my life." I told him, the tears fell down. Instantly, Christian was there brushing them away. I stared at him.

"I'm a bastard, you're right. I'm sorry. I only want to protect you, and you're not making it easy on me." He confessed. "Seeing you tonight, bloodied and knowing that a part of me wanted to lick the blood from your wound disgusted me." 

"But you didn't."

"That's not the point. The point is that I wanted to. How can I protect you from other things out in the world when I'm battling to protect you from me as well?"

"I can protect myself from the outside world, I just need you to protect my heart because that's the only thing that you're hurting."

"I don't want to do that. I don't understand how you can handle this as if what I've told you doesn't change everything. Aren't you afraid?"

"No, shockingly I'm not. Not anymore." 

He sighed before he came to peace with the situation we both found ourselves in. "Are you sure about this?"

I nodded my head, pacing myself and trying to focus. We both had a lot of ground to cover about last night's events.
“Are we ready to try for round two?” I asked.

“Yes. What do you want to know?” He asked, bracing himself.

“How old are you? Tell me about your human life."

He remained thoughtful for a moment, then exhaled noisily. “I am a hundred and sixteen years old. I was born in England in 1893. My full name is Christian Eugene Watson. I became a vampire when I was seventeen years of age. My early human memories are hazy, I can’t remember very much. It was a lifetime long ago.” He stared at me, as if wondering when I would run out of the room screaming in horror. Since I kept my face neutral, he continued.

“I don’t remember my human birth parents very well. I sailed from England, to the Americas with them, in the year of 1901. We heard about our other family members who had prospered, my family decided we needed a new change. I had one older sister Sally, when I turned thirteen she died. One day she left, then never came back. My parents told me she was found dead, murdered.”

“I am so sorry...” I said, genuinely at a loss for words. 
“Thank you…” 

I paused, not quite sure how to ask the question that hung on the tip of my tongue. I decided to blurt it out, “How did you become a vampire?”

His eyes sparked into their fiery blue shade, the chocolate brown I got used to were gone. 

“The day I became a monster? At the age of seventeen I had many problems at home. My human father was a good man until he started to drink, he would beat my mother sometimes, sometimes he’d beat me. I turned seventeen, and ran away from home. I wandered from town to town, gambling and drinking. I truly lost myself in those dark days. One night, while I was drunk at a bar in some obscure town, I went outside for fresh air. I decided to go back to the house I stayed at with some old friends, on my walk back to the house, I ran into a girl. She begged me to walk her to her cabin, she was walking back from visiting her father. At that time it wasn't safe for a woman to be by herself at night, especially if she was an African American woman. Those times many were raped or killed as racial tensions were high in that time. I've never understood racism and thought I should be a gentlemen and walk her home. We started to walk together, when she suddenly stopped. She asked me if I was content on living a life full of worthless nights, a life with no meaning. She told me I was much too handsome to behave as if I were a heathen. I laughed at her, telling her I would die soon and she needn’t concern herself with my worthless life. She asked me if I had a death wish. I told her yes, that she was correct my life at the moment was worthless; I came from a abusive home, I had alcohol addiction, and that I would never amount to anything in life. '“If you had a second chance would you change your behavior?”' She asked me, which I replied “Yes.” Next thing I knew she threw me into the woods, biting me, attacking me, killing me. I tried to fight her off but she was much too strong for me. I yelled for help which no one heard. Soon after the attack I went into hibernation for a week. I experienced the worst pain I’ve ever encountered. Everything burned, every muscle hurt. I wished for death. It is a pain I would never wish on anyone. I felt on fire, my lungs wanted to collapse, my heart wanted to burst open. My brain wanted to explode, the pain was overwhelming, I prayed to God to let me die. God didn’t listen. Instead of dying, I awoke on the seventh day with a new body, with a new life I didn’t understand nor did I want.” A single tear fell down Christian's pale face, his blue eyes glistened with rage and pain.  
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