A Girl's Guide to Vampires

'Please help him,' I cried, my lips trembling as more tears spilled down my cheeks. Raphael grunted with pain as he tried to get to his feet. I held my hands out to him, but Christian would not let me move. 'Please,' I begged. 'I love him so much, Christian. Don't do this to me; please don't make Raphael suffer.'

By some miracle of willpower, Raphael dragged himself to his feet, one hand clutching his side as he panted, leaning drunkenly against the cave wall. 'You can't have her,' he said, his voice low and rough. 'She's mine.'

Blood seeped up from between his fingers. I moaned at the sight of it, and willed Raphael to look at me.

'I love you,' I told him. 'I always will. Nothing will ever change that.'

He lurched away from the wall toward us, but was slammed backward when Christian lifted his hand.

'Leave him alone, God damn you!' I shrieked, and turned to pummel Christian.

'He already has, Beloved.'

I looked back at Raphael. He was slumped against the wall, bright red smeared against the light-colored stone behind him, his body shaking with the effort to stay upright.

'She's… my… love,' he said, his eyes on me. 'Not yours. Never.'

'Come with me, Beloved.' Christian's voice was like velvet sliding on my skin. 'I will make you forget him. I will give you everything you want. I will be everything to you.'

Raphael took a step away from the wall. With a flick of his eyes, Christian sent him flying across the room.

'NOOOOO!' I screamed. Raphael lay halfway across a bench, his belly and chest bright with blood. He raised himself up on one arm, his head hanging, blood dripping from a cut on his temple.

I closed my eyes, unable to bear seeing him hurt, then turned in Christian's arms. 'I will come with you.'

'No, baby.'

I ignored Raphael's low cry, watching as Christian's eyes flared to life.

'I will come with you and live with you for however long you want me to, but you have to save Raphael first. You have to save him and let him go and promise never to harm him.'

Christian's eyes searched mine.

'You have to save him now, and swear to me that you won't ever do anything to hurt him. Ever.'

'Baby, don't leave me,' Raphael called hoarsely to me, sliding down the bench to the floor. I sobbed while my heart shattered into little pieces, my nails biting into my palms as I watched the man that I loved die.

'You would do this for him?' Christian asked. 'You would give him up?'

'So that he might live? Yes. I would do anything for that.'

'I won't let you go.' Raphael's words were the merest whisper, but they cut through my heart like a razor. I didn't look at him. I couldn't look at him. There was no way I could save him unless I gave myself to Christian, unless I bartered myself for Raphael's life.

Christian's eyes narrowed. 'Everything you've said, every protestation and objection you've made—you say to Join with me will damn you; you would risk damnation for him? Would you sell yourself for his life?'

'In a heartbeat,' I answered. 'He is more precious to me than life. Please, Christian. Help him before it's too late.'

Christian stood silent for a moment, then released me and walked over to where Raphael lay. When Raphael tried to raise his hands, Christian squatted next to him, placing a hand on Raphael's side.

'He is dying.'

A moan slipped out of my lips, fresh tears burning down my cheeks. 'Save him,' I begged.

He placed both hands on Raphael's side for a few moments, then brushed his thumb across Raphael's forehead, leaving a long bloody smear. Raphael twitched, then slid the rest of the way off the bench, onto the floor.

I watched, a silent scream of anguish so deep there was no end to it building inside me. He was dead.

With him died my heart.

'I feel your pain, Joy, but you allow yourself to suffer needlessly. He is not dead, simply resting. I sent him to sleep so his heart would slow down. I cannot correct all of his injuries, but I have repaired enough of the damage that he will recover with medical attention.'

My relief at his words was so great that I dropped to my knees, my arms wrapped around my waist.

'Thank you,' I said, my eyes on Raphael's still form, unable to say anything else. 'Thank you.'

He walked over to me and held out a hand. I looked up at him, unwilling to take it, but knowing I had to keep my part of the bargain. 'Do we have to go now? Can't I stay with him just a little longer? Just until an ambulance comes for him?'

Christian took hold of each arm and hoisted me to my feet. He held one of my hands in his, rubbing Raphael's blood off my fingers. 'With you as my Beloved, I would see to it that you lived in eternal happiness, untouched by any of the emotions which trouble mortal man.' He glanced over to Raphael, then raised my hand to his lips. 'Tell him for me, please, that for the first time in a very long life, I truly find myself envying a human.'

I stared at him for a moment as the full meaning of his words sank in. He wasn't going to take me. He was sacrificing himself for us. I knew that Christian honestly believed he was giving up all hope of his salvation. I blinked back more tears, then pressed my lips to his in a gentle promise. 'I swear to you that I will find her. I will find your true Beloved. You won't have to spend the rest of eternity alone.'

He set me aside gently, a faint mocking smile curving his lips. 'This once I will not object to help from a human.' He looked at me intently before making a courtly bow. 'Be happy, Beloved.'

I met his dark gaze, filled with longing and resignation and despair.

'I'll find her,' I promised, then turned and ran to Raphael.

I didn't see Christian melt into the shadows of the cave, but heard his beautiful voice as it echoed back to me. 'I will hold you to your promise. I, too, wish to know what it is like to be loved above all else.'

The words reached me as I knelt over Raphael, one hand holding his, the other stroking his face. His skin was warm, his pulse was slow but steady, his long brown lashes resting peacefully on the taut skin of his cheeks.

'I love you, Bob,' I whispered to him.

His fingers tightened around mine as voices from the far side of the cave echoed down to us, calling to find out if we were all right. The police had finally arrived.

'Love you, baby,' he murmured.

High in the night sky a beautiful voice etched into the heavens the song of a brave warrior and a beautiful maiden, and their love so true it could not be destroyed, not even by death itself.

I smiled at my warrior as I waited for help to arrive.

Epilogue

To: Joyful <JoyRandallbtinternet.net>

From: Roxanne Benner <RoxyBoregontechlib.com>

Date: November 5, 2003

Subject: I'm baaaaaaaaaack!

Hi Joy (and Raphael)! I'm back home, and boy do I have a lot to tell you! You're not going to believe what happened to me after I left Germany… but I'm going to tease you and make you wait for it. Are you waiting? Am I driving you nuts? Good. Now you know how it feels. Hahahahahah!

I'm glad to hear you guys made it to London OK. What's Raphael's apartment… sorry, FLAT look like? 'Roomy and near a big park' doesn't tell me much. Take pictures.

And speaking of him, I'm happy the tattoo wasn't touched when they dug that bullet out of his gut. A scar you can live with, but if that tattoo was ruined… well, I'm just glad it's not. How long will it be before you know if Interpol is going to throw him out of the organization for going off on his own to find the vampire murderers? I can't believe they yanked him off the case in the first place. I mean, didn't he have Dominic and Milos pegged all along? It wasn't his fault if someone messed up the evidence; he knew it was Dominic, they should have listened to him, not forced him to take a leave of absence. Is he still in denial about Christian, or has he finally given in and admitted