Chapter 44: His Angel

Jonathan stared in disbelief.

“Alphonse?” Jonathan said, shocked.

There he was before him. The vampire’s pale skin, contrasted with his dark clothes, nearly matched the white walls of the house. Jonathan watched as he stepped quickly into the room, fully expecting the vampire to vanish, a hallucination.

“Come, quickly now,” he said, more urgently. He held out his hand, and Jonathan stared at it a moment before reaching out.

His skin was warm to the touch, his grip firm.

He was real.

“Alphonse!” Jonathan raised his voice slightly and rose quickly to his feet to hug the vampire. With both hands, he held either side of his head, and kissed him quickly, pressing their lips together. Alphonse accepted the kiss but was quickly leaning back.

“Jonathan, please, we must hurry –“ Alphonse began, and started to lead Jonathan out of the room.

Jonathan hesitated slightly, and interrupted, “But, Dr. Page, how are we-“

“Just come with me, please,” Alphonse begged, and Jonathan nodded.