Devilish Violinist p. 6. - Paris

   The next night I had a problem with waking up. When I finally managed to break free from the embrace of Morpheus, Mattiia was no longer with me. That disturbed me. I left the coffin immediately . For a moment I thought he went to Paris and left me there alone with my fate. But then I saw him sitting on a stone bench. He was laughing at me:
-You really like to sleep... And I have almost everything prepared for our leave - he really knew his stuff. During this time he managed to arrange a carriage that would carry us and our coffins to Paris, living in the suburbs and probably everything you could need. Everything, except the coffin for me. That's why he sat there and then waited for me. Without waiting for any response from me, he pulled me out of the crypt. If only you could see how fast he used to run back then... After a few minutes we were already at the undertaker's, where Mattia played a touching scene about a terminally ill brother, which I had to be. Apparently, he must have thought that I would not manage to do it by myself. And well, he was right. After the hunt (this time I managed to do it and wasn't feeling well with it) he took me to my home. I didn't even ask him about where he knew the address from, I had more important things on my mind. I knew why he brought me there - it was supposed to be my last farewell with my family. Tears appeared in my eyes. He gently squeezed my hand and pushed me toward the door.
   I was walking on wooden stairs I knew so well. I did my best not to cry. I just hoped they wouldn't notice the changes that had taken place in me. Before I knew it, I've been in the middle of the living room, staring at the faces of my parents and sisters. For a long time I could not utter a word. In the end I started to tell them that I decided to start my life anew, and that is why I had broken up my engagement to Mary and I was going to Paris. That was the closest to the truth, I could tell them. When I finished, I went out without waiting for any response from them. I did not even look at them. I'm not sure, but I probably couldn't stand it and began to sob. Mattia was waiting for me on the outside. He was wrapped in a big cloak. He must have to got it when I had been talking with the family. I approached him, and he covered me with a second coat, which he was holding in his hand. Only then I noticed how cold it was outside. The autumn chill was pinching my cheeks, as we were going back to our shelter. Just before entering the coffin he kissed my cheek, it was our last night in that town.
   When I woke up, everything was ready. Everything that could be useful to us was in the carriage, guarded by the driver, who was paid the Mattia specifically for not being too much interested in our things, and of course, ourselves, too. We left the vault and closed it forever, so that the unfortunate people who bought the damn farm, would never had to find out what had been once happening in their home. Somehow I felt a lump in the pit entering the carriage. Then I've finally broken up with my mortal past.
   Paris at first terrified me, I was afraid that I would be so stunned that I would forget about the whole world, and I did not want. I didn't want to immerse myself in its streets, decant from the locals, soak up its beauty. Not then. Mattia, however, wanted it very much, but he respected my wish. All our stuff was in our apartment, before we entered it. Paris showed how much Mattia wanted luxuries. Such splendor was probably not even at Versailles, at least so it seemed to me then. Hand-carved furniture, a fire crackling in the marble fireplace, gilded mirrors and images of angels painted on the walls impressed me. I felt that I could watch them for hours and I think that's what I did. Mattia was laying down on the rug and looking at me. After a while I stopped examining the room and I turned my gaze to brown eyes that were following me. If not for their gentle motion, I would think that not my companion, but a porcelain doll made in his resemblance was lying on the carpet. I sat down beside him and started to play with his hair. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and said:
-You do like my hair, don't you? What's the length you need?
-What? - for some reason his words shook me
-I hate it. I never liked it, so I want it cut... But I love you - calm with which he spoke surprised me - and they give you pleasure. That is why I want you to tell me what the length is sufficient for you to play with it.
-I don't know... How am I supposed to tell you something like that...?
-So maybe you will cut it down? - he said, then ran to the cabinet, from which he took out the scissors and handed them to me. I felt cold metal on my fingers. I did not believe that he really expected it from me. He turned his back on me. I did it. Strands of brown hair were falling gently on the carpet. It was reaching only to his shoulders. Why did the sight of his hair put me in such a stupor? He ran immediately to the mirror and began to look closely at ourselves, a slight smile passed his face. After a while he turned to me and threw himself on my neck. This time he said nothing, he was only nestling in my chest. I did not fully understand how something like that could give him such joy.
   I did not even notide, when we moved onto the bed. His mouth every now and then brushed my face, while his hands were ripping off my clothes so that they were finally able to lead over my torso. Our icy bodies united with each other... You're probably wondering why I'm talking to you about it. I just want you to better understand what has been born between the two us on that fateful night in Paris. You should know that that's when I accepted my fate as a vampire. Since that night I was sure that as long as Mattia would be with me I would be able to live.
   It was the beginning of wonderful years we spent together in Paris. We were living to the full. Our common walks were interrupted by visits to theaters, operas, cafes... sometimes we did not even want to leave our apartment... to be honest, it is those nights that I have the warmest memories of. The talks, a number of passionate glances, sharing blood, or just being in each others company filled those moments. Yes, in good conscience I can say that those years were the real bloom of our reliationship. Back then both of us did not see the world outside of each other. Yet everything has its end. Every flower, even the most beautiful one, I would even say that the more beautiful the faster, must fade one day. Unfortunately, our love... how strange these words sound in my mouth... proved to be just such a flower, but it is not time that had destroyed it. If so, we would probably not live together here today. No, what it was not the time that destroyed our feelings, but a revolution. This turbulent period showed how much different we were. This horrific period... Mattia, did you have to forsaken me?