Beautiful Monster(89)

              “I already told you I’m not,” she said, softly. “I’m not. Ever. I love you too, Liam. I’m sorry I ran from you. I shouldn’t have.”
              “No,” I shook my head. “You had every right too. This love, Amy, this love is not easy. It’s probably going to be the hardest thing in the world. And it’s dangerous. Selene knows that you know now, and she’s right, you shouldn’t. But I promise, I will do everything in my power to protect you. Because I don’t think I can do this alone, my love. I can’t be alone any longer.”
              “You never were,” she placed a hand over mine. We sat in silence for a long moment, each lost in our own thoughts. Finally, she spoke. “Should I call 9-1-1? I mean…I know there’s nothing…but…”
              “Yes,” I nodded, running a hand over my face. “One of her pet peeves was theater shows getting delayed. She’d probably kill me if she knew we were sitting here right now, instead of going to accept our audience. They’ll be waiting for us.”
              “We can’t just…leave her here,” Amy said.
              “We can,” I took one last look at her before standing up. “Porsche’s part in this tale is done, although I will never forget her.  Call 9-1-1, Amy, and tell them we found her dead. I will not have her name buried under a murder investigation. ”
              “They’ll know,” Amy wiped her eyes. “They’ll know something is wrong. Look at her throat.”
              “They’ll know,” I agreed. “But the world doesn’t have to. Porsche De Ritter will remain a beautiful ballerina who slipped away.”
              Amy nodded, already dialing the number on her cell phone.  I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of all my limbs. None of this seemed real. The underlying feeling was anger. I wanted to go mad, to find Selene and rip her apart and make sure she suffered in her last moments as Porsche did.  Had Amy not been in my life, I would have wanted to go on a rampage - hunt down the French vampire and her kind until nothing remained. And then likely, I would have thrown myself off a bridge into a watery grave.
              But Amy made all the difference. She stood, her shoulders tensed with courage as she spoke to the 9-1-1 operator, and she looked up at me, offering me the tiniest smile. Without her, I would be nothing more than a monster. But with her in my life, her heart beat strong and fierce, I had a chance to live again.
              “It’s done,” she said, hanging up the phone.  “They’ll be here soon.”
              “Can you make me look presentable?” I asked her, angling my head so there was light on it. “The world should know that she’s gone. Let’s make tonight for her.”
              “I uh…I can try,” she replied, eyeing my makeup.
              “Wait,” I turned back to Porsche, taking a deep breath that I didn’t need to steel myself. Leaning down, I planted a kiss on her cheek, which was now cold. “Dance in heaven, princess,” I whispered, trying not to let the tears fall again. “Thank you, for everything. I’ll be alright. Amy will help me be alright. No more pain now.”
              I closed my eyes, trying to accept the reality that lay before me. After a moment, I rose as well, taking Amy’s hand to steady myself.
              “Let’s go give her a final curtain call,” I said, and Amy nodded.#p#分页标题#e#
              Her makeup job wasn’t perfect, but between the two of us, we managed to make me look human. I felt sick inside, and craved no blood, which I supposed could only help me. Any lingering vampire appearance could be explained away by the fact that my Beast makeup hadn’t been properly removed.