Rise of the Dark Sun (The Blood Lust Plague Trilogy Book 1) Read Free

that I should be able to help how I feel? Do you act as though you love me? Yes. Do you declare that you love me? Yes. But, do I feel that you love me…” Constance thought for a moment and then shook her head. “I guess I have been living in this state so long, thinking that I was human, that I have lost the sense of indecision that comes with being a human.”
    “But you said, we are human,” Micah replied, hearing all that she said, but only able to process that one part. He did not understand. He had never once been unfaithful to her and he loved her with everything that he had. She was the last thought he had before falling asleep in the daytime and the first thought he had when he arose in the night. Constance was his everything.
    “See! Just now, I feel as though I am raising a child, not giving myself to a lover.” Constance replied.
    Micah was now even more confused . “What are you talking about? You knew you would have to teach me and right now, that was the only thing that you said that I even had a response to! Constance, I love you! I gave up my days and my true life for you! How can you say that I am indecisive?” Micah demanded, sitting up and staring down at her in disbelief.
    Constance raised her body to be level with Micah’s . “I can feel it!” she insisted, tears coming to her eyes.
    “But I have never…I would never…” Micah started, but he could not even bring himself to say the words.
    “I know,” Constance answered, putting her hand up to silence him. “I just know. Maybe you don’t even know it yet, but I’ve been around a long time, Micah. I can pick up the vibes that the world gives off unwillingly a lot quicker than most humans, even faster than most of our kind. I know things that I should not know, maybe before I even have a right to know, but now that I know, I cannot ignore it. Eventually, you will know it too. I am just sorry that you cannot feel it yet.” Constance stared at Micah, presumably awaiting a reply, but he had none to give, and for a long time they just stared at each other, Micah’s mind racing.
    Finally, Micah managed to ask, “So, what exactly are you saying, Constance?”
    Constance swallowed hard and replied, “Although I am old and perhaps even wise, I am not above mistakes. I am so sorry that you have to suffer because I was wrong.”
    Micah’s heart, which now pumps and flows with people’s blood, seemed to stop and plummet into his stomach which no longer needs proper human nutrients. “A…mistake?” Micah suddenly felt as though he was going to be sick. “So, changing me was a mistake? Infecting me with your disease—let’s call it what it is—so that I could be with you forever was your mistake?”
    “Micah, I’m sorry, but not telling you would have only prolonged the inevitable of what would ultimately be your own choice,” Constance replied in a voice that was almost pleading.
    Hearing her say his name made him feel even sicker . “No,” Micah said, getting out of the bed and beginning to put on his clothes, his back to her.
    “You asked me, Micah, so you must have felt something too!” Constance said, desperately trying to make amends and he supposed, partly as friends because there was no going back from her telling him that his sacrifice for her was ultimately her mistake!
    “I felt the truth, Constance,” Micah spat in reply.
    That was the last thing he had ever said to her and she to him, but even now, as he stare d at what would become his undoing, he still felt the need to wonder: What really is the truth?
    Micah knows the history behind what he is, but even as his heart aches from the loss of his eternal love, he feels that he can no longer trust a word that was said to him about what she had made him.
    Constance had changed everything about him. She had changed his life, she had changed him as a person, and now to realize that not only was it all for the worst, but he could no longer trust what he thought was the