Always Midnight

Madison Johnson's life changes the moment she lays eyes on Christian Watson. Christian is unlike any boy Madison has ever met in her life, he's a guy with a secret-he's a vampire with a deadly past. When they fall in love, Christian's past soon makes its way into their future together. As his past catches up to him, Madison must decide how much she will sacrifice to be with the man she loves.

Copyright © 2011


1. Prologue

The silence inside a library's walls always provided me with a sense of tranquility, so it was no surprise I found myself at the library tonight. I sat quietly in the chair next to the window enjoying the bask of the moonlight rays, while I read. I could hear the faint tick tock coming from the huge clock hanging on the wall, I lifted my head to check the time when I saw him. I'd never seen him before, I was sure of that. He was of average height with untidy thick wavy black hair, and melted luminous chocolate brown eyes. He had masculine features on his face, yet there were boyish features he'd never fully outgrown. He stood at the librarian's desk, whispering quietly to the librarian, I could see by her flirtatious smile that she felt taken by his beauty as I did. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, as I took in the hints of muscle peeking under his black sweater. He had a strong chin and a straight perfect nose, in other words from head to toe this stranger was completely and utterly handsome.

I continued to stare at him, until he turned his head slightly to meet my gaze, my jaw snapped back together and I hastily returned to my book. I sighed, embarrassed. Leave it to me to see the cutest boy ever and here I was in the library wearing not-so-flattering clothes. My brown hair was a mess as it rested on top of my head in a loose bun, and I had no make up on. After a few seconds I risked a second glance at my handsome stranger only to be disappointed because he wasn't any where to be seen. Well, I guess it was better that I didn't see him anyway, I looked like a mess. I picked up my copy of "Rebecca" by Daphne du Maurier and headed over to the stacks to put it back. I never checked out books, I put them aside to read when I came back. Just when I put the book on the shelve, my mystery boy was standing right besides me. 

"Ah, 'Rebecca.'" His voice was soft and low.

"No, it's Madison." I corrected, instantly, before I realize he was talking about the book. "And you meant the book." I turned to face him, once again caught off guard by his beauty.

"Yes, but I was about to ask you your name as well. You must've read my mind." He smiled gently at me. 

"Afraid I don't have that talent." 

"Well, you have the talent of finding a good book. A young girl with an older man, both dealing with his haunting past. A tragic love story." His eyes were like lasers as he stared at me, I had to remember to breath.

"Tragic? Finding love is never a tragedy." I told him.

"What if the person you love is the reason for your self destruction?" He asked me, seriously. 

"Your outlook on love is grim, and that can only mean one thing." I replied. 

"What's that?" He asked me, a hint of surprise and defiance in his voice.

"You've been in plenty of relationships, but you've never been in love." I scolded myself for making a judgment on this perfect stranger. He didn't say anything for a full minute, I opened my mouth to apologize but he cut me off. 

"You're right, I've never been in love." His voice was filled with a heavy pain that didn't make sense for this teenage boy to have. The pain reminded me of an older man who had regrets, not a teenage boy who barely had experienced life's painful misfortunes. It made me wonder about his life and his experiences.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"For what?" I asked him, curiously. 

"Giving me a new outlook on love. You've must've had a great love once." He smiled gently at me.

I had closed my eyes while he spoke, each musical word sent chills down my spine and I breathed him in. My heart fluttered in my chest, he smelled of oranges and pine. I opened my eyes and to my utter surprise I found myself alone in the aisle. I looked around for the stranger but found the area was deserted, I hadn't heard him move. I grabbed the rest of my stuff and went home, as I looked outside of my window at the stars I couldn't help but feel like a fraud. I never had the chance to tell my perfect stranger, that I've never been in love either.

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