Donovan's Forever Love (6 page)

“I’m here, sweet. Can you open your eyes for
us?”

“Too bright.”

I heard someone moving and then Donovan
brushed hair from my cheek. “Okay Jayne, open your eyes now.”

I tried again and this time the lights were
off. Donovan stood to my left, holding my hand like it was a lifeline. Another
man in a white doctor’s coat stood across the bed from him.

“Jayne, this is Sebastian. A very old friend
and the best neurosurgeon in the business.”

“Hello, Jayne. You’ve given us a scare.” Sebastian
had just a touch of a formal, upper crust English accent that sounded like it
came directly out of a movie. He looked more like a movie star than a doctor.

“Jayne, you’ve got a blood vessel in your
brain that’s leaking. If we don’t do something quickly, you’ll die.” Donovan
said, his voice soft and as gentle as his touch. “Sebastian says there’s no
hope an operation can fix it. I can bring you over, but not without your
permission. I love you, Jayne. I have loved you for eighty years and want to
love you for the next thousand, but it has to be your choice. I don’t want you
to hate me for making you a vampire.”

I looked from him to the doctor who returned
my gaze steadily. “No hope at all?” I asked.

Sebastian shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. The
aneurysm is in the center of your brain. If you survived the operation there’s a
greater than eighty percent chance that you would be in a vegetative state for
the rest of your days.”

Closing my eyes again, I thought of
Charlotte. What would that feisty redheaded fireball do under these
circumstances? Then I realized that I was not my great-grandmother who had
turned the man down when faced with the same offer. I was me and I was not
afraid of the dark as she had been. This was a choice only I could make. I
could not depend on her memories, her experiences.

When given this same choice, she had run and
regretted her choice for the rest of her life. I, on the other hand, had
embraced life in the dark these last weeks as I had meshed my life with
Donovan. I could barely remember what it had been like before Donovan had
walked back into my life. What would I miss by becoming a vampire? My entire
life was in this room, holding my hand.

Opening my eyes, I looked at Donovan. “You
asked me a question before. Will you still want to marry me even if I’m a
vampire?”

“Of course, my darling. I’ll love you to the
ends of the world and beyond no matter what your form.”

“Then my answer is yes.”

 
As
soon as I said the word, Donovan and Sebastian went into action. As he packed
his doctor’s bag, Sebastian assured us he had contacts at the local funeral
home who could provide us with a cremated body and that he would take care of
the rest of the paperwork declaring me dead. The problem would be in providing
me with a new identity in this age of electronics.

“Don’t worry about it. I have that covered,”
Donovan said as he kissed me once more. “Now go away, Sebastian.”

A moment later, the doctor walked out,
closing the door behind him. I struggled to watch Donovan as he stripped off
his clothes. Then he uncovered me and helped me out of my red dress. Once we
were both naked, he climbed into the king-size bed next to me.

He looked into my eyes, his blue eyes glowing
in the dim light. “I want you to remember that I love you. When you have to
make the choice, remember to follow your heart. Can you do that?”

“Follow my heart,” I repeated.

“Now, spread your legs for me. I’m going to
make you feel good and then I’m going to have to hurt you, but it will all be
worth it.”

Feeling weak, I did as he asked, spreading my
legs. He helped me bend my right leg up so that it extended at a ninety-degree
angle from my body, allowing him to shift so that he lay between my legs. Then
he began to play, teasing my clit from its protective hood and then circling it
with a cool, damp fingertip before tracing his way down to slide first one and
then two fingers into my cunt. He spread his fingers and opened me wide as his
tongue lapped at my clit.

Even with my head pounding, I raced up the
mountain of erotic hunger. Just as I was about to fling myself into the
orgasmic abyss, I felt Donovan sucking on my left thigh and then a pair of
sharp, stabbing pinpricks. As the pain subsided, I became aware that Donovan
was sucking again. I could feel my blood leaving my body through my thigh, felt
myself getting weaker and weaker though I had no urge to fight him off, no
desire to save my own life. I looked down my body and watched as his fingers
continued to slide in and out of my cunt while he feasted on my upper thigh.

Laying my head back, I took one last deep
breath and released my hold on my mortality. In an instant, the pain in my head
was gone. I savored the feeling of relief as I remembered Donovan’s last words.
When I had to make a choice, I was to follow my heart.

Opening my eyes, I found I was no longer in
bed with Donovan. I was standing in what appeared to be some kind of tunnel
system. It reminded me of a clean version of the city sewers I’d seen in the
movies. I was in an area where three tunnels came together. The tunnels were
evenly spaced around the room and each appeared to be inviting me to enter. As
I turned a circle, I understood Donovan’s instructions. Each tunnel was
identical in shape, but different in their invitation. The first tunnel glowed
bright white and while I was tempted, I wanted to check out my other options
first. The second tunnel flicked with a red and gold light and I heard
screeches and screams. Listening for just a few seconds made me want to cry out
in pain.

Finally, I turned to the third tunnel. This
tunnel was dark, but I thought I heard Donovan’s voice, telling me to follow my
heart back to him. This tunnel pulled at my heart and I understood Donovan’s
instructions. Follow my heart. So, this was the choice I had to make. Heaven,
Hell, or Love. With a second look at each of my choices, I made my decision and
walked forward, following my heart back to Donovan and a never-ending life of
love in the dark.

The End

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