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felt my immortal strength, but the kid didn’t flinch a bit. My eyes bore into his, showing no mercy, before I gave his hand one last strong squeeze. This time I saw pain reflected in those blue eyes.
     
    “Don’t hurt her,” I whispered with a smile.
     
    His expression turned serious.
     
    “Because if you ever do, I’ll hurt you back,” I said, widening my smile, showing my fangs.
     
    The man held his own, struggling not to show any more trace of pain. “I think we understand each other,” he said in a low voice.
     
    Slowly, I eased my grip on his hand.
     
    He left in silence, and I stood alone in the center of the living room, daring him to look back once; but he never did.
     
    *******
     
    In the winter nights of 2002, the beach house was full with their friends and whenever I was invited to any of the gatherings, I would watch Lucy and Stephen, so happy together, and I made up my mind that right after the very moment he would break her heart, I would hunt him down and break his neck. That thought alone made me look forward to the future with a smile.
     
    In the meantime, and despite all my complaining regarding the people in this city being fake, I was a hypocrite. Because despite my best efforts, and for obvious reasons, I had to live in a masquerade, forced to stay away, engulfed by the eternal darkness of an existence I could not dare to share with the woman I wanted. And because of it, I had to bear witness to how she gave herself, body and soul, to another man.
     
    I was, indeed, in the right city.
     
    Chapter 50
    A Matter of Faith and Trust
     
    August 5, 2004
    Miami
     
    I had to come.
     
    Flying long distances, in this case from New York to Miami, so fast always uses up much of my strength. I made it right after 11:00 p.m. In complete silence, I landed in the back of the beach house and immediately found my way inside.
     
    Wearing all black, as I always do when flying, I became one with the semidarkness of the place. My sense of smell guided me to where she was—sleeping on the couch with the TV on. I walked slowly toward, contemplating the expression on her. She looked so sweet and at peace. Then saw traces of eyeliner on her cheeks.
     
    She had been crying, a lot.
     
    I got her phone call that evening, just around half past five. Stephen had broken up with her, and she was very sad and was in desperate need of a friend. After almost three years, I was beginning to think that the guy had changed his ways and had become committed to her. Instead, his insecurities got the best of him, and he had taken to blaming Lucy for things that could only be justified by an immature jealousy. He had dropped the old “I need time by myself to figure things out” bomb, and her heart was shattered. It was hard for me to see her like that.
     
    I was only weeks away from a long-overdue trip to Mexico. I was looking forward to spending the rest of the year over there before returning to Miami when her phone call made me forget everything else and make the leap in less than six hours from New York to Miami. My body was trembling furiously from the effort of challenging gravity, and my brain was going crazy, demanding blood; but she needed me here. I couldn’t refuse. For once, the thirst would have to wait.
     
    “Lucy,” I called out her name softly.
     
    She opened her eyes. It took her only a fraction of a second to recognize me; and when she did, she immediately teared up. I kneel next to her. She reached out for me and buried her head in my chest, allowing me to hold her tightly. I could feel, as much as hear, her sobbing. I felt dizzy, like my heart was going to stop and faint but no, I couldn’t. She needed me.
     
    I could feel her tears seeping through my shirt, and I closed my eyes, wishing I had the power to take her pain away. I felt her warmth and her heartbeat, and I made her pain mine. Slowly, our bodies came back down to the couch. She tried to explain what Stephen said between her cries.