Beautiful Monster 2(68)

 
“It was fine,” she replied, breaking me out of my thoughts. “I’m feeling fine.”
 
“That’s good,” I muttered, cursing myself for sounding so mundane and repetitive.
 
We drove in silence for a while, until I found the dirt road I remembered and turned down it. I slowed down, the car bumping over the gravel and Amy sipped her coffee quickly so it didn’t spill. She looked out the window with interest, as the city lines gave away to trees and a lake, but she didn’t say anything until we stopped.
 
I grabbed the bag in the back, and came around, trying to get to the door before she got out. She beat me to it, swinging her feet to the ground and shutting the door behind her, leaving me standing there awkwardly.
 
“So, what’s here? This is pretty.” She had clearly set her mind to having a good time, even if she wasn’t feeling it.
 
I indicated a path about 100 meters away from the car. “This way, m’lady,” I said and she smiled, following me down the trail. I slowed a bit to fall into step beside her.
 
“Do you think the choreography in scene 4 could stand another addition?” she asked, in the silence.
 
I tried to switch my brain to work mode. “What do you mean?”
 
“There’s a move that Porsche taught me that I’d love to put in there. Just a little four count.”
 
“Sure, that’d be great,” I answered. “The part is your own to twist and turn, make it what you can.”
 
“I just think it’ll add a little something. Did Sarah tell you about the sequel that Webber wrote, and what happens to Meg Giry?”
 
“She did.” I nodded. “So you’re planning on doing some foreshadowing of that dark future?”
 
“I think it’ll be interesting, especially since the sequel is on the West End right now. Maybe people will take something away from it.”
 
“That’ll be great, if you’re comfortable with it.”
 
She snorted. “I’m not planning to add a stripper pole, Liam.”
 
“I’m sure even if you did, it would be spectacular.” I gave her a smile as we stepped through the clearing. And there, right where I remembered it, was a sparkling waterfall.
 
Amy gasped, and I grinned, glad that it had the desired effect. Peter had taken me to this waterfall a hundred times when I visited him as a child, and I had many fond memories of playing here. The first year I was out here, as a vampire, I came out and ducked behind the waterfall, nearly falling half a hundred times in my desperation to get away from human life. I had transformed in a cave that lay behind there, my cries of pain hidden by the rushing water, and my nightmare eased by the dawn sun sparkling off the lake. When things got too much, it was my favorite place in the world to come and sit. Watching the water rush over the cliff and into the river, it reminded me that the world was bigger than just me, and that I could handle everything that came my way; that chaos led into beauty and calm. I had been itching to come out here for a while now, and I was so glad Amy was here to share it with me.
 
The waterfall had the same effect on me that it normally did, and I was quite content to sit on my usual rock and watch it. Amy perched beside me, closer than she had been in weeks, and I felt a shiver run up my spine.
 
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.
 
“Isn’t it? I wanted to bring you here at dawn, but I was afraid that would be pushing it.”
 
She smiled. “Now that I’ve seen it, I’d love to see it at dawn.”
 
“Well, we could always stay.” I looked at my watch. “It’s only… hours away.”
 
She laughed, and I couldn’t help but be distracted from the beauty of Mother Nature. She was so beautiful when she laughed. All the worry and tension eased out of her face and body, and she was relaxed, and pure.
 
We fell into silence for a moment and then we both spoke at once.
 
“Amy…”
 
“Liam…”
 
An awkward pause occurred.
 
“You go ahead,” I said.
 
She accepted the offer. “I’m sorry things have been so tense lately,” she finally got out, after a few false starts. “I’ve just been going through a lot, and there’s a lot going on in my head and I…”
 
“Hey, hey.” I placed a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t own me an apology for anything. Even if nothing had changed in your life, you never had to explain yourself to me. You know that.”
 
“I know.” She nodded. “But I want to.”