Cynthia & Spencer - Finale

Cynthia & Spencer

The Word Love

by

B.D. Adams ©2014

Angus hid in the shadows ... cloaked against a stalking vampire, a rogue! He hid in this doorway in the rugged, not classy, part of Le Rive Gauche, the left bank of the river La Seine in Paris!

He had been trailed closely by this vampire. At one point, he was almost discovered! He became so still, didn’t even breathe. Listened and sensed! After a few anxious minutes, he was sure that predator had moved on. The vampire had combed for Angus for two nights with great heed!

But more than anything, he knew the vampire sought Cynthia, her unique blood. This was the rogue that fought Spencer that one night in North Carolina. So surprised that he hadn’t perished in the morning sun where Spencer had bested him! The rogue embellished the tale to another that with his almost dead body, he had crawled to a large, hollow tree trunk in the meadow. The morning sun scarred his face and arms. He was now a hideous sight!

Even the Observers were convinced that the vampire was ended. Obviously, he was a fierce entity!

Angus hadn’t approached the couple about this new quandary. In Paris, he had seen them on Montmartre near the church, Sacré-Coeur (Sacred-Heart) ... just observed. They were there to see all the sights of Paris. Cynthia hadn’t been there before. Spencer had been there many times, so he joyfully escorted her. This pleased Angus. Within a few days, they had gone back home to Abbeville, France. With this new dilemma, it would be better to forewarn them in Abbeville. That was a protected area for vampires, for ones who just wanted to remain in existence with others like themselves.

            Spencer had hidden them very well, only a tenacious hunter could sense them! This degree of hiding was necessary for as long as Cynthia was with him. For Spencer, that would be for eternity!

The disfigured vampire was too late with his search in Paris, but hadn’t given up the pursuit! He so wanted Cynthia to be his mate. Her blood would heal his horrible defacement and make him stronger, a stronger vampire! He had heard the rumors that Cynthia was in France with another vampire named Spencer. He had learned that Spencer was a strong vampire, stronger than he! A young lad, not a vampire ... a wanna-be ... said he had heard they were in Abbeville. Angus found the squealer and made short work of him!

Why hadn’t that predator vaporized in that meadow, so many months ago? Angus needed to quickly inform Cynthia and Spencer!

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            They would sleep all daylight hours with their arms entwined around each other, her

head on his chest. No sunlight entered this bedroom.

Spencer bolted awake this one evening!! His fangs grew so quickly!  He was aware of some peril! This was very upsetting because he knew it had to do with Cynthia, his love.

            The main item in his awakened mind was that Angus summoned ... fairly close. He hadn’t heard from him since they came to France. This could only be for danger!

            Spencer allowed Cynthia to remain asleep. He pulled on his sweatpants and quietly went to peek out the living room windows down to the street. The sun was way to the west, not on this side of the building. Spencer glimpsed someone in the shadows across the street. He determined it was Angus.

            He was dressed with long, khaki pants and a dark hoodie to protect his face from the waning sunlight. He slightly pulled back the hood, so Spencer would see his face.

            Spencer motioned for him to go into the street door of his building. He mentally made it unlocked.

            “What are you doing?” Cynthia asked. She had gone to him in her bare feet and with just her robe wrapped around her. She had run a brush through her long hair.

            Spencer couldn’t answer her because there was a soft knock at the apartment door. He slightly tightened the belt on her robe, and then went to open the apartment door to Angus.

The old vampire was taken aback when he saw Cynthia, as she tightened the robe’s belt a bit more.

            “Lass ... you are beautiful,” Angus said with his evident stare and small smile. His face showed better understanding of the issues with this woman, human or vampire.

            “This is Angus,” Spencer introduced. His glance to Angus said, cut it out. Angus took the warning. “I’ve mentioned him before.” He went to stand with her, hold her close.

            “Very nice to meet you, Angus,” she smiled softly. “I hope nothing is wrong.” She wanted to ask more questions, but decided she should be prudent.

            Angus smiled his craggy smile, but didn’t seem all that comfortable to include this damsel with his information. “We should make a stroll by the river, Spencer. It is nigh twilight.”

            “Anything you have to say can be said in front of Cynthia,” he said definitely.

            “I need to dress. Do your talking while I get dressed,” she suggested which made Angus glad. Cynthia casually headed to the bedroom and closed the door.

            One of Spencer’s thin sweaters rested on the sofa. He pulled it on to be a little more “dressed” himself. He sat on the sofa, slipped on his house shoes and poured a glass of blood from the carafe for Angus, which was taken and gulped down. He was a bit weak. Another glass was poured.

            Angus sat on one of the wing-backed chairs that Cynthia had purchased recently. It was with overstuffed softness, but one that would appeal to a man. Spencer handed him a napkin to wipe his scraggly chin.

            Angus felt the need to expound, as he said, “I only saw her for a moment in that hospital, but now ... that I really see her ... be diligent, Lad,” Angus heeded. “She has turned, but she is still vulnerable. Which makes thee vulnerable, as well!”

            “What is your meaning?” Spencer drank some breakfast from the carafe, as well. He needed to replenish his veins because he knew Cynthia would be ravenous. She hadn’t fed for ten hours.

            “Lad, we are not the beings of novels or movies. We do not become bats or any other animal. They try to portray us in unreal manners, not as we be,” Angus said. “My meaning is for thine and Cynthia’s wellbeing.”

            Spencer just nodded to say he understood and sipped from his glass. He needed to feed soon, as well.

            Angus knew the blood was from Spencer and Cynthia, so he commented, “I taste your blood, but hers is so intoxicating ... I fancy more .... “ He seemed to swoon and showed a bit of his fangs, which angered Spencer.

He zipped to Angus, grabbed him with both hands, his fangs bared, as to dare Angus to feed on Cynthia! He spoke in a deep, foreboding tone, “Touch her, you old bloodsucker, it’ll be the last thing you’ll do!!” Spencer realized that he made his long blood fangs longer than they had ever been. He was ready to sink into him!

            Angus gave him his smile because he knew Spencer would lose that fight. “Lad ... remember who you be threatenin’.” He stood easily with his hand at Spencer’s throat as he lifted him off his feet. He lightly returned Spencer to his feet, and then released his throat.

            Spencer calmed at Angus’s reaction, reduced his fangs and sat back on the sofa. They were both properly notified. Angus sat again on the chair, as if nothing had transpired.

            “Are you guys finished? May I come back now?” Cynthia asked with her soft smile. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail for the hot weather. Her attire was summer Capri pants in olive green, an over-sized knitted shirt in peach and white sandals. She stayed away for as long as she could stand it because she was nosy, but very hungry. She was starving!

            She sat beside Spencer, as he poured her a glass from the large carafe. She gulped and waited for the men to speak.

            Angus took the stage and began the scenario of what he had experienced in Paris! A rude, uncouth vampire kept hunting for him and them. He had stalked Cynthia for about a year in Charlotte, before she and Spencer had met. They needed to be wary!

            “I sensed this vampire, but not completely. It did worry me,” Spencer said as he kissed her head.

            “My God!” Cynthia quietly uttered. She sat more forward on the sofa, as she confirmed, “I know who you’re talking about. Was he a ... a vampire?” she said dumbfounded. “I wanted to get a Restraining Order against him, but nobody knew where he lived or worked!” She pondered a moment to remember his name and then said, “Mark ... Markham ... something like that!”

            “Marcus. He’s from Italia, Italy,” Angus verified.

            “Ah, yes. I remember now. We went out a few times and he always wanted more from me! He was attractive enough, but I did not like him at all!” Then, Cynthia had a memory and said to Spencer, “Do you recall at the concert that I said I had been under the weather?”

            Spencer nodded that he did.

            “He had surprised me where I worked one evening, doing overtime. He jumped into the elevator, I fought him, but he managed to bite me, bite my neck!  When the doors opened to let people in, he ran off! I had fallen to the floor, others helped me. I had gone to the emergency clinic and received a tetanus shot and some kind of antibiotic pills.” The blood carafe was empty, so she went to the kitchen. While there, Cynthia continued her memory, “The doctor told me the wounds weren’t deep. With the antibiotic, they would heal nicely. But, I got very sick, almost like mononucleosis. The sickness had to be because he had bitten me!” She sat by Spencer again. She had brought in a pitcher and larger glasses, this time, and poured a glass for each of the men, as well for herself. She knew Angus liked her blood. “Please ... have some more,” she offered and smiled to Angus. With her knowing, she gently placed her hand on Spencer’s cheek to assure that she loved him, and only him.

            “The doctor decided to give a medicine like for Rabies, even though it was a human bite. When I finally felt better, I went with my brother and sister-in-law to the outdoor concert at Mars Hill University. Spencer and I met ... the rest is history.”

            “Do you recollect much of the traffic accident?” Angus asked politely.

            “No. Not until Spencer awoke me in the hospital.”

            Angus began his story about Spencer’s battle for her against an aggressive vampire. He used his Scottish drawl to emphasize the intenseness of all that happened.

            “The rogue had planned to kill Spencer and cause the horrible accident, so to have thee close to death for him to transform thee to a vampire, his concubine. He didn’t kill Spencer, but  the accident had been set, no matter. Because ye were so nigh death, Spencer had to use the vampire magic so ye wouldn’t die!

“The Observers wouldn’t allow Spencer to scrutinize your danger. You were important to both vampires, but if he didn’t kill the rogue, you would have been doomed. However, they knew I would have stepped in to not let that happen!” Angus paused to watch Cynthia’s expression.

            “Once the rogue was defeated, the Observers allowed us to make haste to your aid, Lass,” Angus sighed. “Might I have a taste more of the pitcher?” he asked of Cynthia, as he held up his glass.

            “Observers? What are those?” Cynthia queried. She poured more for Angus.

            “Ah, Lass. Ever clan hast constables. They be ours,” he smiled sheepishly as he drank.

Even though he was a vampire, Cynthia could sense his definite personality.

Suddenly, with a major alert, Angus and Spencer sat very straight and detected something very close, a new threat!! Cynthia didn’t recognize the danger right away, but it was like an electric shock when it hit her brain! She froze beside Spencer!

“Did you feel that?” Spencer asked her.

“What is that? What does it mean?” she wanted to know from both men.

            ‘Prepare to meet thine demise! The woman is mine ... has always been!’

            The voice was in their heads, definite and foreboding. Cynthia had blood tinged tears, as she heard this voice. Spencer dabbed her eyes with another napkin.

            ‘Thee hast no place here,’ Angus argued. He spoke like the rogue ... to the minds.

            ‘My place is with my woman!!’ Marcus denounced. ‘I demand my vengeance!’

            Angus bade the vampire to be quiet and he will have his duel. Both realized the rogue had departed to the battle ground. They could not sense him anymore.

“Is this natural? To hear thoughts? Is he in the apartment?” Cynthia asked as she looked around in fear. She was afraid of this vampire, feared his wrath!

            “My love,” Spencer wrapped his arms around her in the hopes to calm her. “He will not get at you here! He cannot get inside here. He is issuing a duel. Angus and I will answer his challenge.” Spencer kissed her lips tenderly. Then, he took the cloth napkin to dry her tears. “You shall remain safe in our abode, sweet Cynthia.” He gave her an assuring kiss.

            Angus wagged his index finger and corrected, “Nay ... the Lass must abide with us. It’s the law.”

            “Are you crazy?!” Spencer nearly yelled. “What law dictates this?!”

            “The ancient vampire law. Fight it not, Lad. The Observers have the power.” All Angus could do was to shake his head. “However, my student, fear not. I have sleeves packed with tricks!”

            Spencer and Angus knew the night would be only seven hours long. A summer night! They mentally spoke of strategy, of a better plan. Cynthia was overwrought, so they masked their thoughts from her. And, they came up with a brilliant plan!

            “I must meet with the Observers. I will summon you both when that is done. Do a feed to prepare for this night,” Angus informed. Almost in a flash, he was out of the apartment.

            Cynthia still had tears, but not as red as before. She was weak, so Spencer dressed in jeans and sneakers and a T-shirt and left the apartment to load up on animal blood. No one paid him any mind as he quickly strolled through town, a small town. He had a container with him to fill just with the animal’s blood. This blood would be different for Cynthia.

He found a wild boar near town! When she tastes the animal blood, he would ask her how she liked it. She had issues with killing, especially bums, as she called them. He wasn’t keen on killing either, but he will have no qualms with killing Marcus! Within a few minutes, he was well sated with his feed, the container was full, so he went back to his love!

            She was on the sofa with her knees bent to her chin and held her glass which was nearly empty. The pitcher was empty. She trembled because she needed to feed and was afraid of this mêlée she must attend!

            He smiled to her as he entered. She could hardly contain her anticipation of her meal! He took her glass and squirted a bit of the blood into it from the container. She downed it like drinking a shot of whiskey! He poured some more into the glass, she drank it and then she licked her lips.

            “What is this,” she asked. Her pallor was slightly healthier now.

            “Wild boar. Do you like it?” Spencer watched her eyes.

            “It’s the best substitution yet,” she confessed, but added, “But I still want our closeness.”

            Spencer was very glad to hear this. There was no hesitation. He just laid her head on his chest, allowed her to bite a vein to drink her fill. She would need this tonight!

            Unfortunately, Spencer heard Angus’s summon. She heard him, also. It was time.

            More active, she dashed to the bedroom to don jeans, a thin sweater and sneakers. He changed to a leather long-sleeved jacket, which was curious to Cynthia. When they left the building, Angus awaited them.

            There were no conversations, just erudition of what could ensue. The three of them squeezed into Spencer’s MG and drove to a much smaller town 16 kilometers south of Abbeville: Hallencourt, a commune in the Somme District of Abbeville. It was a factory town where the residents worked their shifts, ate their meals and slept ... not much attention other than their personal needs. There were many meadows and shallow Glens, which is where Spencer drove.

            “Is everything ready?” was the only question Spencer had for Angus.

            “Aye, Lad ... two buckets,” he testified.

            Cynthia could not pick up their meaning. She just looked to Spencer with intense question marks!

            It was a beautiful, moonlit night. A few wispy clouds diffused the moon’s brightness.

            Angus stood with Cynthia inside the Glen. He knew she shivered due to the fear of what could happen to Spencer and her. It was a warm night, not a night to cause a chill.

            Once Spencer ventured more into the middle, Marcus moved to him like a shot, but was detained by the Observers. The ghost figures stood/floated between Spencer and Marcus. Many meters between the men! Marcus was as tall as Spencer.

Cynthia looked to Angus and he thought to her, ‘Aye, Lass. Them be the Observers. This will be a fair duel, I make my swear!’ She nodded, but still felt unsure. Angus smiled and winked to her. The wink said to her that he must have something up his sleeve. All she saw in the Glen, other than grass and bushes, were a few bales of hey. No weapons were seen.

             ‘Ye can hear me, Cynthia. I know ye can. Ye should have let me turn you so this vampire will not perish because of your vanity!’ Marcus blamed.

When he spoke to her in the early days, he spoke not as he did now, nothing antiquated like Angus. Now, she was repulsed by this creature. He was not as she remembered. His hands were almost just bone as a skeleton, his face was very scarred and hideous! She was sickened by his looks! Marcus’s clothing was dark, rugged. He was gruesome! Cynthia began to weep again.

            “Nay, Cynthia. Heed not those words. Trust thine Spencer,” Angus assured quietly.

            The Observers moved away and Marcus made an ear-piercing screech that hurt Cynthia’s ears and head! It made her fall to the ground. She couldn’t stand or move or speak!

            ‘Ye lost her when ye did not know how to love her. I love her, body and soul! Ye have no soul!’ Spencer taunted. ‘Ye only want her as a concubine, not as someone to love. Ye only covet!’

            Spencer used his speed to attack Marcus from behind. As soon as he clasped his arms around Marcus, he sank his very sharp fangs in the jugular! However, Marcus had learned how

to break that grip. He did and backed quickly away from Spencer.

            Spencer looked to Cynthia and knew what that rogue had done to her with his screech, which angered him more. However, discretion was more important now! He attacked Marcus, tightened his hands around his neck. Marcus did the same to Spencer!

            Marcus saw that Spencer looked more to Cynthia. In a flash, he pounced on him to bite his neck! Spencer was able to elude a deep bite, as he broke his grip and zipped to one of the bales of hey and encouraged Marcus to attack. Instead, Marcus zipped to Cynthia on the ground. She had been rendered helpless, no movement.

With his subtle might, Angus pushed him away with great strength, to a farther distance! Angus shook his finger at him like he was naughty.

            Spencer was so relieved that Angus was his ally. He picked up a rock and hurled it at Marcus, hitting him hard in his chest.

            Finally, the rogue made his attack! He cried out in anger and frustration!

            Spencer went behind the one bale, opened it and took out a bucket of turpentine. He threw the liquid squarely from head to feet on the rogue! That’s why he chose the jacket to wear! He didn’t want to be splashed!

            “Aaaaarrrrrrr!!” Marcus screamed in pain. Turpentine was a natural repellent for vampires. Not religious crosses, not strings of garlic, not stakes through the heart.

            Spencer looked to Angus, who indicated the other bale with the other bucket. He opened it up and threw that bucket on him, as well!

The vampire writhed on the ground and called, “Cynthia ... Cynthia! Why hast thou forsaken our love?!” His voice was spoken this time.

Cynthia was finally able to sit up on the ground and yelled, “We never loved, you asshole ... you only wanted to control!” Her arms had regained some ability. “I will love Spencer for eternity!!”

That said, Angus helped her to stand, and then to approach Spencer, who took a box of matches from the jacket pocket. He waited for them to get to him. He lit the match and threw it onto the vampire. The fire shot up many feet, engulfing the rogue vampire!

Angus moved silently away and Spencer put his arms around Cynthia and they kissed.

The fire diminished. Spencer wanted to make doubly sure this rogue was dead, so he took a nearby stick to determine there was really nothing of Marcus. There was nothing but ash! Cynthia made a relieved sigh.

It was close to morning. Spencer and Cynthia got in his car to get back to Abbeville, to sleep. They would need a long rest.

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Angus informs:

The duel was known as a death duel, only one would survive. Unknown to Marcus, however, if he managed to kill Spencer, he would not be the winner! Cynthia would not be his prize. The Observers gave Angus their permission to destroy that vampire! They knew that his reason was not to create a relationship of love with her. Even though vampires could be unsightly creatures, many were just creatures of continued life. With the new attitude, the other older rogues would be abolished!

They be not Bella or Edward. They be Cynthia and Spencer. Twilight is their time and love is more than a word.

The song Clair De Lune teases through the still moonlit countryside.

The End