“Do you know if Rebecca is still alive?”
Ambrose shook his head. “She died a long time ago.”
“So, she never became a vampire?”
“No. I will admit when I was first changed, I wanted to change her too. I knew she was married. I knew she had a child. I knew that there was no way I would ever mean anything to her, vampire or not.”
“Did you ever try?”
Ambrose looked down at her wedding ring. “Once. It was late at night. I found out where she lived.
“Miss Rebecca Whitt? Oh, you mean Mrs. Rebecca Ithingstone. She lives over on Oak Street. House 59. It’s the one with the fancy black fence around it.”
“I went there. It was so dark out, but I could see just fine.”
Ambrose stood outside of the black gate. It was locked with a chain. He grabbed the chain and pulled it apart. He dropped it. The chain landed in a slithered up pile of broken metal.
“If real life were anything like movies, there would have been a thunderstorm going on with clothes-drenching rain for good measure. But the sky was clear. The sky was dark. I tore through the chains and pushed the gate open.”
He stared at the house. “It is not fair. It will never be fair. I gave her my all and she gave me nothing. I will make this right. I will bite her. I will change her. I will steal everything she loves from her.” He smiled. “And I will be her lord.” He headed straight to the house.
“I stopped at the front door. I turned the doorknob. It was unlocked, so I opened it.”
“Did you go inside?”
Ambrose pushed the door open. “Rebecca. You will be mine.” He took a step forward.
An unseen force shoved him back. He raced back to the house and was promptly shoved back again.
“But the rules for vampires then were the same as rules for vampires now. You can’t go waltzing into people’s homes without an explicit invitation. And she had never invited me into their shared home.”
He snarled and raced at the doorway again. Only to experience another push back. “REBECCA!” He marched back to the doorway and yelled her name again.
A few minutes passed and she appeared. Her red hair was as long as he’d remembered, but she kept it all contained in a braid. The hair along her forehead showed signs of its normal curly unruliness. “Ambrose! What are you doing here?”
“I want you to come back to me. I want you to love me. I want you to stay with me forever.”
“She appeared and I made a complete and dire idiot of myself. I professed my love to her. I demanded that she choose me over her own husband. I ordered her to let me in.”
“Do I look like an imbecile, Ambrose Smith? Do I look like a woman of easy virtue?”
He growled. “Do you want an answer to either question?”
“Get out of here. I don’t have time to deal with needy little boys who keep hoping to become real men some day.”
“Rebecca, I love you. I love you with everything I am. Does that mean nothing to you?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. That means nothing to me.”
“LET ME IN!”
“Go away or I will have my husband use his crossbow on you. Yes, we have a crossbow in this house for just in case you should show up. I will have you know that if you try to hunt me in the streets, my husband will find you and put an end to you.”
“She refused. She slammed the door in my face and there was nothing I could do about it. I never tried again. She lived a long life and died from heart failure.”
Barbara hugged him. “I’m sorry.”