A few minutes later, I seemed to have recovered (but still felt it was possible to become as lovestruck as before) and was reclining against Rory, looking out at the horizon. I loved the feeling of open space as few buildings obstructed the view of the Savannah-like wilderness. The vastness made me feel like I was isolated with Rory and that was a brilliant sensation since all I wanted these days was to be alone with him. Rory was holding my hands in my lap, silent as if he were appreciating the view and the openness the landscape gave us.
"Are you thirsty?" I murmured randomly.
"A little," he replied.
"Well, don't let it become unbearable. I like offering my blood."
Rory snorted. "You like it?"
"Yeah. It make me feel like we're closer - like our relationship isn't limited by the view that supernatural phenomena are evil and something to be fazed about."
Rory suddenly tensed. Startled, I turned and got to my knees. I sat on my heels and looked concernedly up at my darling.
Rory looked grim. "Other ... creatures aren't so ... well-intentioned as me."
"Huh? What d'you mean?"
"I mean the most of my kind ... and other kinds too ... are evil. There are vampires who drink with the intention of draining and ... I dare not talk about some of the other things that are out there and the things they do."
"Oh...," I said quietly, suddenly scared. The atmosphere had become chill and oppressive.
"Would you like to know something about me?"
I nodded. "It's important that I do since I can help you through it if it upsets you."
Rory took a deep breath. "I used to live in a little town that was infested by zombies. Every day, my family and the few other residents had to keep vigilant so that no one got hurt or ... killed. One night, the zombies got together and sort of went on a killing spree. Several got into my house. But there was a vampire who was staying the night after a long journey. He turned me that night. He was saving my life since zombies don't kill vampires. He only had time to save me, though. I heard my parents dying screams and there was nothing I could do about it. I was on the verge of a coma from the transformation process and the vampire was getting me out of there so the zombies didn't prey on my semi-human body. I went back when I had had my first drink but ... there was nothing I could do but bury the bloody corpses of my parents and the other inhabitants of the town." Rory sounded bitter as he said, "I was the only survivor."
"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "That must have been horrible."
Rory was gazing into the distance. He didn't appear to have heard me. "Then someone killed my creator. I was all alone and have been ever since."
I stroked his arm reassuringly. "You have me now. I won't ever let you be alone again."
Rory gazed down into my eyes. "I won't let anything happen to you, Charley. I promise."