The Immortal Scrolls Read Free Page B

languages.”
    “Pleasure to meet you,” she said.
    He realized her accent was American. “Call me Andy,” he said as he reached out to shake her hand. He saw his hand was shaking and tried to calm down. Their resemblance was eerie. But this is not Araceli, he told himself. She is dead . He was still holding onto her hand, and she was starting to give him an odd look. “I’m sorry,” he said, releasing her hand. “But have we met before? You look very familiar to me.”
    “No, I don’t think so,” said Skye. And she would have remembered. This guy was gorgeous. He was muscular and very rugged with green eyes, short black hair, and a tan she would die for. She felt guilty lusting after Andy since she was sort of involved with Marco.
    Andy ignored Marco now and tuned in to Skye’s emotions. It wasn’t like reading minds, like some others of his kind had the ability to do, but it was still a helpful gift. He picked up on the same lusty feelings as Marco, but no irritation. She was actually nervous, relieved, worried, and excited all in one. What a mess, he thought.
    “I look forward to translating the scrolls with you, Dr. Morgan,” said Andy, almost flirtatiously. He was starting to regain his composure. Inside he was ecstatic at the lucky card he had just been dealt. Another woman who looked exactly like her. Was this a coincidence or fate?
    “Oh, please call me Skye,” she said pleasantly.
    Andy turned to look at Marco, who was radiating with jealousy. He tried harder to block out Marco’s emotions.
    “Let’s go have a look at those scrolls,” said Dr. Costa, leading Andy away.
    “Are you going to stay, Marco?” Skye asked.
    “I’d better let you work,” he said regretfully as he looked back at Andy.
    “OK. I will walk you out,” she said, grabbing his hand.
    Andy listened to Dr. Costa but was watching Skye leave with Marco hand in hand. It was his turn to be jealous now. He had to remember that this was not Araceli in order to keep himself from ripping Marco to shreds. He tried harder to focus on Dr. Costa, who was telling him about the scrolls. He knew everything about them already because he had written them. He also thought about how easy it would be to kill Dr. Costa and run off with the scrolls. But he had a sudden change of plans.
    His brief thoughts of drinking Marco’s and Dr. Costa’s blood were making him thirsty. He would need to feed later tonight. His throat was starting to burn unpleasantly, but he tried to ignore it.
    Skye was at the elevator with Marco now. “Do you want to get together tomorrow night?” he asked her.
    “Sure. Why don’t you come over to my apartment? We could have dinner and watch a movie,” she suggested.
    Marco smiled. “I like that idea,” he said and bent over to kiss her. “Good night, Skye.”
    “See you tomorrow,” she said, smiling.
    Marco got into the elevator and pushed a button. He winked at her as the doors shut. Skye smiled as she turned around and walked back to the lab. She saw Dr. Costa and Andy talking in Italian again. They were all polite to speak English in front of her because they thought her Italian wasn’t very good. She walked up behind them. Andy sensed her happiness and turned around. He smiled strangely at her. He couldn’t get over their resemblance. He wondered if she smelled the same. It was hard to tell right now because she smelled like Marco.
    He realized he would be working closely with her on the scrolls, if he wanted to. His original plan was to gain access to the scrolls, steal them, and take them to his safe. He couldn’t bring himself to destroy them. After all, he wrote them, and they were his memories. But still, he had a secret to keep. Many cultures had myths of vampires, werewolves, demons, witches, and other paranormal figures. No one truly believed in their existence because there was no physical proof. So he doubted his scrolls would bring about any big revelation. Maybe scholars would chalk it up to