Romeo and Juliet: A Vampire and Werewolf Love Story (10 page)

“I can see the rivers run deep within you.”

“As they do with you,” she replied. W
e stood there staring at each other
for what seem like minutes when the silence was broken by her saying, “I like this song,” she said softly, leaning in toward me.
Our bodies were slowly being drawn closer and closer until we were inches apart
,
face to face.

“It is now my favorite song,” I said.

“Why is that?”

“It was pl
aying when you finally looked saw
me.”

“This is not
the first time I have seen you,
”
Juliet looked at me with a bit of mischief in her eye.

“It
’
s not?”
I asked.

“No. Las
t week I was walking near Bowling Green
and I saw you working.”

“
At the butcher shop?
Why didn
’
t you come in?”

“I couldn
’
t.”

“Why not?”
I asked.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid you wouldn’t want to see me,
”
she said honestly.

“How could I not want to see you? The second I was aware of you on the subway, I was smitten.”
I
reached out my hands and I held
her hand
s as our arms hung by our side.
“Now,
I
can
feel you.
”

“I feel you, too,”
she said
.
“
I am Juliet.”

“I know,” I said.
“
I am Romeo
.”

“I know.”

We continued to stare. My heart was outside my skin. This beautiful, young woman had me completely expose
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. My heart was completely full.

“Is this real?” I asked
.

“I hope so.” She let go of my hand and pin
ched my arm. “Did you feel that?” she asked.

“Yes, I did.”

“T
hen t
his is very real.
”
She then rea
ched back down and entwined my fingers with hers
.

I stared at Juliet and words just came over me and I said them out loud,
“I can see you because I adore you.
”

Juliet looked at me and smiled and then something seemed to come over her and she answered my statement,
“I can fantasi
ze about you because I know you
,
” s
he replied
.

“I can
feel you because I dream about you,
”
I said immediately.

Then she said, “I can live for you because…”

Then we both said at the exact same time, “I always have loved you.”

“I believe you,”
Juliet
said
, staring into my eyes
.

“I believe you
,
t
o
o,” I said.
Joy surged through me like a grand epiphany. It was all making sense now. Everything I had felt and seen now made perfect sense. It was all for her. Everything I had ever lived, thought, or done, it was all for this love.

“What is happening?” Juliet
asked.

“We found each other,” I
said

“I knew you’d be here,
”
Juliet continued.

“So did I.”

“How could you?” s
he asked.
“You have never met me.”

“
I had seen you on the subway and I knew there was something between us. Even before, I saw you. I felt you. I knew you existed, I just hadn’t put my finger on exactly what it was.”

< It"+0">“You have always been with me,
”
Juliet said completing my thought.

I
smiled, “And you, with me.
”
I let go of her hands and put them around her shoulders
and brought her body close to mine
as the mus
ic continued to play. This was destiny and I knew to my very core that t
h
is is what I had dreamt about
.
This is where my heart is.
My heart knew she was
close. My soul knew it was preparing to find its
mate. My subconscious was preparing me for her
…t
o have t
his moment. We both stopped dancing and I held her tight
.

Juliet
leane
d back and looked me in the eye and said,
“This will be hard.
”

“The hardest and mo
st difficult thing in our lives,
”
I added.

“Why don
’
t I care?”
Juliet laughed.

“I feel the same way,
” I said.
“
A Montague and Capulet here in this place
,
holding each other.
Wait...you know I’m a Montague, right?”

“Of course I do. That has never mattered to me.”

“I never want to leave you.” I
leaned in and our lips were inches
apart. I could fe
el her sweet breath on my lips.
We continued to stare and like a magnet our lips touched
and held together, one warm flesh.
As they did so, an
electricity of all the lights in Time
s
Square electrifi
ed my senses. W
e
slowly kissed one another and jolts of joy zapped through me. It was a very slow, methodical kiss, as if each time our lips touched, it was a rediscovery. We k
iss
ed
without a worry in the world.

Although the joy and magic I had in my heart had overwhelmed my common sense
, t
he sight of a werewolf and a vampire in a romantic lip lock did not go unnoticed.

he sont size="+0">“How dare you!” I looked up and a very
large man with gray hair was staring
at me. It was Capulet himself. Her father. “Remove yourself from my daughter
’
s presence.
”

I let go
of Juliet, and as
I did
so,
I fe
lt a horrible low, a terrible fall from grace and a stunning blow to the heart, as if I was
dis
connected
from
my
very
truth.

Capulet grabbed Juliet
’s
hand and rushed her to the front of the infield
toward home base. B
efore I kn
e
w it
, Tybalt was on the scene. Not only was he on the scene,
he was madder than Capulet himself. Tybalt was Juliet
’s
cousin.

Tybalt rushed to me and pushed me to the ground. I fell on my butt and slid. I didn
’
t even care. I didn
’
t even get angry. I got up and looked him in the eye and nodded my head.

Just like our kiss didn
’
t go unseen by
the
Capulets
,
Tybalt
’
s push didn
’
t go unseen in regard to my friends. Within seconds, there was a face
-
off. And what was once a nice friendly party
had now turned into a typical Montague and Capulet face off.

“It
’
s okay,” I said to everyone. “I just slipped.”

“You didn
’
t slip. You dog, I pushed you. Juliet is here to see the host of our party. Not some chew
-
toy loving canine.
”

Paris! Juliet was here to see Paris?
“Everything is all right. I made a mistake. Let
’
s not ruin Paris
’s
party.
”

Tybalt stared me down and I just gave him a look as if to say, re t Sto ">”
It didn’t seem okay as far as he was concerned. But nonetheless, he turned and left the scene. I was glad I didn’t have to get into it any further.

Eventually
,
everyone made their way back to their own side
of the outfield. T
he party continued as if there was an imagina
ry
l
ine separating the two families.

In the distance, I saw Juliet leave the stadium through gate 4. That was my cue. I needed to see where she was going.

Chapter Nine

Unlike our grizzly group
of misfits,
the Capulet elites didn
’
t take the subway route.
On the contrary, they had a series of white stretch limousines
waiting for them outside
.
I guess if you’re going to roll in, then you got to roll in hard. Other than prominent Yankees, n
o one would dare bring such pre
tentious
vehicles to this side of town.
Do
n’t get me wrong. The Bronx was as good a place as any
.
But for the Capulet
s, it must have irked them to have to come to this bad part of town.