Brania’s hold was like a vice. She tried to scream, but no sound could penetrate through the hand that was covering her mouth. Imogene was filled with despair when she felt something scrape against her neck just like it had the night in The Forest, the night Penry was killed.
Brania smiled triumphantly. “Once again, Edwige, you lose.”
Not so fast! Scurrying across the floor like a rat running from a flood, Edwige’s fangs ripped through Imogene’s thigh before Brania’s could pierce the girl’s neck. Stunned at Edwige’s speed, and furious at being outsmarted, Brania loosened her grip for just a second, but it gave Edwige enough time to pull Imogene away from her and drag her across the floor. Sitting in a corner, Imogene lying limp in her lap, Edwige raised her head and purred, “No, Brania, this time I win.”
If she weren’t so incensed, Brania might have felt some pity for this girl who put up such a valiant fight to live. Instead she watched in disgust and loathing as Edwige plunged her fangs into her neck, and blood was transferred from one body to another.
While Imogene’s life on earth had come to an end, Michael’s was about to begin its next phase. The fourth time Michael whispered Ronan’s name, Ronan appeared. Leaning against a tree in front of Archangel Cathedral, Michael looked like he was sleeping. “Thank God,” Ronan muttered. How he would love to cradle him in his arms and let him sleep through his exhaustion, but the time had come.
“Michael … please, we have to go to The Well,” Ronan said. He then added with more than a little hope, “Will you come with me?”
Looking up at Ronan, Michael’s eyes filled with the glow of the moon. “I love you, Ronan.”
If only that were enough. “I love you too,” Ronan said. “But time is running out; you’ve gotten too weak.”
Michael nodded his head. “I know, but I’m not scared any longer. I’ve made a decision and I’ve chosen you.”
A lone drop of rain fell from the sky, landing somewhere between the boys. Ronan’s heart had never been fuller and he extended his hand to Michael. “Does that mean you trust me?”
Without hesitation Michael placed his hand in Ronan’s. “Yes.”
chapter 24
“I can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible.”
The words were written by Oscar Wilde in Dorian Gray, but it was Michael who spoke them aloud. “My life,” Michael continued, “since I met you, Ronan, has been nothing but incredible.”’
Ronan leaned in and kissed his boyfriend on the mouth. “And after today it’s going to get even more magical.”
The waves crashed hard on the sand, their sound thunderous, as if to remind them that there was still work to do, while cold sea foam cavorted over their feet, making Michael’s naked body tremble slightly. Ronan rubbed Michael’s shoulders briskly to create some heat. “Are you ready to enter my world?”
I’ve been ready since before I met you. “Yes,” Michael whispered, his voice clear but almost lost amid the rough noise of the waves. One final kiss above land and then … Michael wasn’t exactly sure what would happen next, but he trusted Ronan with his heart, his soul, and his life, so he simply held his hand and followed him into the water.
Knee-deep in the ocean, Ronan stopped and looked at Michael, his expression both fatherly and passionate, and took a deep breath and exhaled, so Michael did too. He repeated the action and Michael once again followed. All around them was activity. Gray clouds traveled in a swift, horizontal path across the navy blue sky, the cool air swirled to create an insistent wind, the ocean undulated wildly so that their bodies were covered in a smooth layer of salt water. But the boys remained still, their breath now slow and even, their eyes locked in an embrace. What was happening around them had no consequence; all that mattered was what was happening between them.
Nodding slightly, Ronan squeezed Michael’s hand. Before he could imagine where Ronan was taking him, he felt his body dive into the water. Michael glided effortlessly, his body steered by Ronan’s strength. They swam farther and farther away from the beach, moving on a diagonal so they were also swimming deeper into the depths of the ocean. He could feel the water above him churn with more force and he could see it growing darker. How much lower would they go? How much longer could he hold his breath?
Burrowing deeper, Michael felt a pain creep into his lungs and he tugged at Ronan’s hand. When he looked at him, he couldn’t hide his fear. But Ronan was as calm as the water that now enveloped them. As Michael’s legs nervously treaded water, his free arm creating a small whirlpool around his hand, Ronan seemed to float, his body relaxed, suspended. Michael watched as Ronan opened his mouth and breathed underwater, easily, as if he were born to perform such an inhuman act, as if somehow he was born of the water. Didn’t Ronan mention something about being able to breathe underwater? Or was that a dream? Michael laughed a little, some bubbles escaping from his mouth. What did that matter? Hadn’t he come to learn that his dreams were mere visions of reality?
His trust for Ronan outweighing his fear of the unknown, Michael opened his mouth and felt the cool rush of water fill him; his body tensed involuntarily and Ronan grabbed his free hand to steady him. Michael kicked his feet and tried to pull away, to race toward the surface of the water, toward air, but suddenly realized he wasn’t choking, he wasn’t rejecting the water, he was, quite impossibly, breathing. Astonished, he smiled at Ronan, and wondered what other wonders lay ahead. He wouldn’t have to wait much longer to find out.
Ronan pointed downward and led Michael deeper and deeper into the ocean, so deep that there was hardly any light and it looked as if they were swimming in the darkness of the night sky. Instead of stars twinkling, iridescent light emanated from the eyes and skin of fish that inhabited the ocean floor. Michael felt like an explorer entering a world he always knew existed but had never seen before with his own eyes. And when he stood before The Well of Atlantis, the feeling only grew stronger.
It looked just like it did in his visions: the underwater clearing, the curved stone, the serene and quiet beauty filling the space all around it. Letting go of Ronan’s hand, Michael walked toward The Well, his legs confident, his stride full of purpose, the simple truth clear in his mind. All his dreams, all his prayers, had led him to this point, had led him to stand before this altar with his equal by his side. Without turning to look, Michael reached out his hand and Ronan’s was there to take hold, just as he knew it would be. They may have started their journeys separately, but from now on they would continue together.
Standing before The Well, Michael peered over its edge and saw the shimmery silver liquid, its surface like ice, solid and strong, and saw their reflections look back at him. Michael and Ronan. How he loved the sound of that, how he loved this boy next to him. It no longer mattered how he had reached this point, it no longer mattered that he was no longer human, but a vampire. All that mattered was that he would spend the rest of eternity looking into his beautiful blue eyes, feeling the strength of his body next to his, his love always just a breath away. How far have I come? Michael thought. How far from the lonely, unsure person I was. Someone who never thought he’d have a future, and now I’m someone whose future will never end. My life is truly just beginning. But for there to be a beginning, there must be an end, and it was time for Michael to put an end to his mortal life and offer himself to The Well.
Ronan stood behind Michael, his warm flesh pressing into him, and he placed his hands on the rim of The Well. As soon as he did, Michael felt its power; a current, like electricity, flashed through his body, the sensation not entirely painless, but Michael understood he couldn’t let go and so he held on to The Well even tighter.
Slowly the pain grew; every inch of his body was touched by it, and it couldn’t be ignored. He would have shouted out in agony, but his fangs prevented him from making any sound. The sharp, white fangs throbbed more intensely than before, craving the blood they had so far been denied, and Michael felt them twitch when Ronan reached in front of him and held out his arm.
The blue veins looked so inviting underneath the smooth, alabaster flesh that Michael felt faint. Ronan had already offered his body to Michael and now he was offering his blood. It was a gift he could no longer resist.
Gripping the side of The Well even harder, Michael gave in to his desire and bit into Ronan’s skin. His blood flowed easily and willingly, and Michael couldn’t imagine that two beings had ever been closer than he and Ronan were at this moment. So close that it was overwhelming and he felt as if his spirit was leaving his body, that his mind was going to burst. This time, however, his mind wasn’t bombarded by images; he didn’t see visions that
