A change meeting 2

"Wow so how old are you?" "Let's just say is been a long time" "K,if you don't want to tell me." They sat on the bench on conversed until the wee hours of the morning,before the dawn Jack left but promised his friend to return. Jack reached his apartment and thought what a coincidence to meet another a werewolf. For his 240 year's of things seen, he meet witches, vampires and even a zombie but that meeting did not go well but this was something else, it was just a kid struck by misfortune, he did nothing wrong. He remembered how he became a vampire,how it was not a choice for him but a wimp for his creator,maybe it was better if he would had chosen death then,but now the sun seamed to shine in his heart again,to feel something for another cursed human. He laid down in his bed,just as the sun was trying to force his way trough the shades. He closed his eyes and for the first time in 200 year's he dreamed. Max returned home, a lonely house with a picket fence like everybody dreams but not Max he hated there,because after his mother died,his world collapse and everything went dark,that was one of the causes he became a werewolf in the rage and pain he felt,he run from home. After hours of running he stopped near a tree, the night was blooming and the moon was watching over the world,as a sound came from a far, wolf's howling, Max felt fear in his heart and for the first time since he run he begun t regret his decision but it was to late,the wolf had is sent and was coming to get him. He run scared to the city,he tripped just as the wolf passed over him,a giant wolf was staring at him with bloody fangs,his heart was beating, he was shaking like a leaf,the wolf was closing step by step,keep his eyes on Max like the main course and in a instant the wolf jumped, a screamed came from Max throat as the mouth of the wolf took a bite from him. Max was bleeding,scared and alone, he watched the moon and thought that he lost the most important person in his life and now was going to die here and simply disappear the wolf with his bloody mouth was watching him,growling. Max bowed his head as a sign to giving up to this monster,but the wolf was not interested in resignation so he hauled and run into the woods.

A friend of the night

Jack was watching as the boy changed in front of him,it was a terrible thing to loose your humanity to a beast,but it was just a curse. Jack took the boy after he reverted to his human form and put him on a bench covered him with his jacket and disapeared. The sun was coming up and he had no reason to die now,after finding,a lost soul. The boy awaken lost on the bench barely remembering what happen,he dress with the clothes left near the bench and ran towards the threes. it was fuzzy but he was remembering a man that sat with him. The next night the boy returned to the bench in the hopes to meet the stranger but there was nobody there and he thought "Maybe he is still sleeping is still early for him,the sun has just set". Jack looked at the boy and approached and startled the boy. "Thank you for last night,I do not know what i would have done if not for you" "You have a good heart and you wouldn't have hurt anybody" "So vampire's and werewolf's not enemy's that is a strange one" "It's not like in the movie's,were creature's of the night,different but still cursed, why fight." "I am glad,could I bee so impertinent and ask for your help on the next full moon,or am I passing some boundaries" "You want my help and you should have it my kind boy" The boy look relieved at Jack and happy, for the first time since the curse he found a friend to share his dark secret. "My name is Max and I am a werewolf" and laughed saying this words, Jack looked at him and said"Good joke,I am Jack a vampire, a pretty old one but not as old as the ancient one's" "Well i remembered my father first Alcoholics Anonymous, he tried to quit but never succesed on doing so." "My father was a rich aristocrate that died shoot in the revolution" "The american revolution?" "No the french one"

A change meeting

When the night come's,creatures of the night come of to play. Stories of vampires,werewolves, witches and undead. In a world full of fantasy and dream's we forget about the real monster's. Jack was a lonely vampire, we lived alone in a poor apartment with no light,and he like it, at night he roam the parks in search for food, you may think that Jack hunted human's, no after an with his first feeding from a human he decided to give up human blood. He hunted squirrels and other creatures in the park. But one night with full moon while he was feeding he saw a lonely boy standing on a bench crying, Jack never interfered or had contact with the human world but this boy moves his heart, if he had one. He approached the boy and sat next to him, to boy was crying and never noticed Jack sitting down. "Why are you alone in the park at this late hour?" asked Jack, the boy was startled and afraid but not for him, for this stranger as he didn't now that the boy had a terrible secret. Jack looked at him with kind eyes and handed his hand "You can tell me,I am greater listener so they used to tell me". The boy wanted to run but knew that will not help "You have to run, it's not safe to be here with me,i will kill you". Jack look almost amazed and thought "Another vampire,it could not be,i would have known, so then what is he?" and then asked kindly" Your are just a boy and i don't think that a killer lies inside of you" The boy then looked with great fear at Jack "You have to get out,or the beast inside of me will tear you to shreds" Jack realized that the boy really thought that was a monster and the only way to calm his fear was to show him what he really is "I am a vampire so anything you have there is not as dangerous as me", the boy looked amazed and some what strange "Are you trying to be funny,soon the beast will be out and you think that this is a joke?". Jack realized that the boy was not getting what he was saying, and then pulled out his fangs,and tried to do a angry face, but the only result was to make the boy laugh. The boy was laughing so hard at his face "You should be a comedian, you're like Jim Carrey with that face,so you a vampire,me a werewolf, what are the odds" Jack look surprised at the boy "A werewolf i never seen once,i heard you are vicious and terrible,but you don't make me that impression". "Well, wait until the full moon come's up and you will see the creature that the world speaks of" Jack was interested and decided to help the boy"I will keep watch as you transform for any humans,if that is k with you." "Is more than k,but will you be k,i knew that werewolf's and vampire's are sworn enemy's" "Really, i never heard that before and i have been a vampire for a long time"

Primavara

Zapada alba se topise si copacii inflorisera,mireasma floriilor te imbata cu aroma lor, pasarile ciripeau vesele la fereastra inchisa ciugulind bucatile de paine uscate ramase pe pervaz. Alexandru privea pe geam la natura revenita la viata dupa somnul adanc si il imbata cu frumusetea ei si cu nuanta de culorii ce se arata inaintea ochiilor sai. Zambi fericit si fugi spre usa prinzand geaca neagra cu blana in mana si o imbraca, se incalta si evada in peisajul vazut de pe geam, era mai frumos si mai colorat, vantul adia incetisor purtand frunzele intr-un dans al bucuriei inchinat primaverii. Se uita imprejur pierdut in culoarea acestui anotimp ce aducea totul la viata, la inflorire si renastere, soarele stralucea vesel pe cerul albastru senin nici un nor nu indraznea sa se arate, el zambea fericit uimit de toata aceasta frumusete dar in zare se arata ceva mai frumos decat peisajul nuantat dar mai ales decat primavara insusi. Era iubirea in chipul unei fete gingase si pure ca albul zapezii ce se topea pe culmile muntilor din departarii, zambetul sau inlemni si natura care o clipa se opri sa admire minunea.

Vara 2

Padurea se schimba in jurul lui ramurile se torsionau si se intindeau sa il prinda in jocul lor nocturn, frica ii arata imagini de groaza in intunericul noptii dar lumina il chema la ea si printre toate aceste grozavii care ii inghetau sangele el pasea incet spre lumina ca un fluture atras de flacara. Totul in jurul sau era bezna nu putea sa vada pe unde pasea si figuriile groazei ii dadeau tarcoale, piciorul stang sangera, un ghimpe il taiase si sangera dar durerea nu o simtea cum pasea in adancul noptii. Era ranit, obosit si abia mai putea sa se tina pe picioare dar aceea lumina stranie il atragea mereu sprea ea. Se prabusi terminat si rapus de oboseala in mijlocul abisului cu aceea lumina stralucind in departare ca un vis imposibil ce era acolo doar sa il pacaleasca. Frigul ii intrase in oase, era singur si pierdut in aceea lume intunecata fara speranta de asi mai vedea vreodata iubirea. Moartea il cuprindea putin cate putin, ochii sai se inchideau si lumina se afundase mai mult tot ce se mai zarea era o raza a ceea ce fusese acolo. Inchise ochii si renunta la totul si noaptea il stranse in bratele ei reci. Simti soarele pe fata sa blanda si uimit se trezi,era in patul sau,totul fusese un vis,un vis ciudat,hipnotizant al verii toride care il chema sa ii cunoasca secretele. Zambi fericit si fugi afara sa se bucure de soarele cald al acestei veri enigmatice.

Plecarea

George Manole isi pregatise bagajele si biletul se afla in sala de asteptare a aeroportului Otopeni, de mult dorea sa viziteze America,vazuse filmele cu mafiotii si vroia sa ii cunoasca in persoana mai ales ca acele filme ii conturasera viata, intrase intr-o gasca de cartier si batuse prima sa victima la 15 ani. Urcase repede pe scara ierarhica a infractorului si la 25 de ani era un om de incredere intr-un clan respectat din Bucuresti. Afacerile mergeau bine asa ca odata ce ocazia sa ivit sa plece pentru o perioada lunga de timp din tara primul gand i-a fost la America, si-a cumparat bilet de avion cu intrerupere in Paris si apoi direct spre New York sau The Big Apple cum se mai numea. Ocazia sa isi vada visul cu ochii, cu mare bucurie isi impachetase hainele si lucrurile. Statea pe peron si astepta fericit ca in cateva ore o sa fie in Paris iar maine o sa coboare pe pamant American. Pasi usor in avion unde o stewardesa il conduse la prima clasa si la locul lui, isi cumparase un billet la clasa I pentru ca dorea sa zboare cu still ca un adevarat gangster. O domnisoara dragutza statea in dreapta lui la geam, nu dorise un loc la geam pentru ca nu dorea sa I se faca rau mai ales ca vroia sa se bucure de toata calatoria si sa fie o aventura de neuitat. Usile se inchisera si avionul decola, George zambea la domnisoara din dreapta lui care era o Americana care isi vizitase rudele in Romania si nu il cunostea pe George dar acest lucru avea sa se schimbe. George o saluta pe domnisoara si se prezenta, purtara o discutie si o facu sa rada pe tot drumul pana la Paris. Avionul ateriza si George o salute pe frumoasa domnisoara crezand ca nu o va mai vedea niciodata dar se insela. Diana Roberts era o domnisoara de 23 de ani care se nascuse in New York unde parinti ei emigrasera, dar rudele ei se aflau in Romania unde ii vizita odata pe an. Se adaptase foarte bine traiului si traia visul American,avea o casa la marginea orasului, o masina si un loc de munca bine platit se bucura de viata, dar in ciuda acestor lucruri nu reusise sa gaseasca un barbat cu care sa aibe o relatie mai lunga de 2 zile. Nimeni chiar si vecini ei erau suprinsi ca fiecare barbat cu care se intalnea dupa maxim 2 zile nu mai vroia sa o vada niciodata. Era un lucru ciudat si misterios dar nu putea sa isi deie seama ce era in neregula cu ea de toti barbate fugeau de ea.George o reintalni pe Diana in cursa de Paris spre New York si era foarte fericit pentru ca undeva in adancul sufletului o flacara se aprinse si aceasta se numea iubire.Diana era fericita sa il revada mai ales ca avea o istorie foarte rea cu toate persoanele care au stat langa ea.

Vara

Era o seara de vara frumoasa si calda, soarele isi arunca razele spre fereastra unde Mihai statea si scria, la biroul sau negru de fag pe care tatal sau il daruise de ziua lui de nastere. Soarele apunea gratios in departari in timp ce Mihai ajunse la sfarsitul pagini, zambea fericit ca a reusit sa termine scrisoarea de dragoste pentru prietena sa care era plecata din tara. Impacheta scrisoarea si pregati plicul pentru a trimite una din multele scrisorii trimise iubirii sale. Multe cuvinte asternuse in scriisorile trimise dar nu primi nici macar un raspuns, isi spunea mereu “ Poate nu au ajuns, sau poate nu stie cum sa imi raspunda.”. Cat de mult se insela, prietena lui il uitase de mult si se bucura de minunatiile dintr-o tara straina, el tanjea dupa ea si o visa ca o stea indepartata. Se asternu in pat mii de ganduri ii zburau prin cap dar ea era mereu acolo in gandurile lui, privea pe geam cum stelele rasareau pe cerul intunecat ca lumini din departare. Suspina cu gandul la ea cu ochii la luna plina ce mandra incorona cerul noptii. Inchise ochii si adormi imbratisand cainele de plus ce il primise cadou de la ea. Luna si stelele vegheau al sau somn de pe bolta intunecata, visa frumos si pur la ea cand cosmarul se ivi si in miezul noptii se trezi speriat si singur inconjurat de negrul noptii. Se ridica din pat si pasi usor spre geam nu zari nici luna nici stele, totul era intunecat numai lumina de la intrare palpia usor, se grabi spre intrerupator sa aprinda lumina dar apasa intrerupatorul si intunericul era tot acolo. Incerca din nou dar nimic nu se intampla, deschise usa si fugi pe coridor sa gaseasca o lumina, se opri pierdut si obosit de parca fugise ore bune. Cobora scarile si ajunse la intrare apuca cu mana manerul rece si apasa usor pana la capat, usa se deschise cu un sunet greu metalic de partea cealalta in departare se afla o lumina palpaind. Se imbarbata si pasi cu grija pe iarba moale, pas dupa pas se pierdu in departari cautand lumina si cu cat se adancea mai mult in padure frica il cuprindea, si frigul il atinse usor pe obraz dar in ciuda tuturor nu se opri nu se intoarse si merse mai departe afundandu-se in mister.