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Slowly I came back to the present. All four sat looking at me. Mike reached over and squeezed my hand. I could see something in his eyes that told me he knew how I felt. I wondered what he had done, had seen before. Pat intertwined her fingers with both of ours and I clung to their grip.
"Enough of that for right now. Tell us about you."
I started my weary recital of what I was. I was cut off.
"Bridget," Linda laid her hand on my arm. "That's not what we mean. Tell us about you. Where you come from. We're not asking for a description of life as a vampire. We're asking for a description of Bridget O'Brien, the person."
"Where should I start?"
"Why not at the beginning?" suggested Sue.
"Yes," chimed in Pat. "Tell us where that lilt under the Southern accent came from."
"Okay," I smiled. Good Lord. I think I had somehow made friends. Not people who wanted something from me or for me to do something, but friends. As rare as that is among mortals, its even rarer among my kind. "I guess it starts back in Ireland in 1552 in a small town in Kilarney."
(To Be Continued)
- COMMENTS
rgraham666about 19 years agoI always like it when two different fictional milieus collide.
And this was a very good one indeed.
Thanks.
mismusedabout 19 years agoNice tie in to Pat and Mike. Now on to the next chapter. Can't wait.
Anonymousover 19 years agoBravissima, Bella! Once more a chapter succinct and leaving us gasping for more. What is particularly interesting is for strong female characters without diminishing the complementing strengths of male partners or mates. Truely, you, patricia, are a force.
