Chapter 137: Neil San Francisco — 1987 Aidan and Pamela

Neil looks at Pam, crystal necklace between them. She is there — right in front of him — so how can he miss her so intently?

A wind pushes against Neil’s back. The pantry door has blown open. Aidan is there, indigo eyes alive and focused. He moves toward Pamela with the sure grace Neil has seen so often on the dance floor. He reaches for Pamela. Without a glance at Neil, she takes his hand. She cannot help herself.

The two parts of Aidan, human and vampire, are a poison aphrodisiac. Like fire and gas, the reaction is explosive. Like ammonia and bleach, the mixture is toxic.

His beauty, his very being calls to his mother’s kind. Irresistible. Deadly and lovely as a perfect amanita glowing like a ruby in the moss. He is an oasis amidst dry sand, glistening, still and lovely, promising liquid peace, and eternal life, but he is a mirage.

The fruits of his hands call to his father’s people. Lonely men, desirous of a perfect, unobtainable beauty, permanent and hard as crystal.