Rebirth

Patrick:
Villa Philipides, Island of Spiros, June 2023.
It had been a painful and difficult process, but with my support and the frequent ingestion of vampire blood it wasn’t as long as spected.
Alex regained sensitivity and full use of his legs in two months and has spent the rest of his time training to regain his attractive physical appearance as much as possible.
Many factors were against him, he was no longer a supernatural being, and two years had passed, Alex feared that his confinement and subsequent physical recovery had diminished his chances of conquering back the woman who dominated his thoughts.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her, he missed her with every breath he took,he wanted her with every beat of his heart. He was obsessed with holding her in his arms once more, with hearing her laugh, with making love to her again.

His effort have borne fruit, he has returned to being stocky and muscular, he resembles as much as possible the phisical appealing he enjoyed when she met him, however it was very likely that since time and circumstances had caused great changes in him, they had also wrecked havoc in her.
— She’s got no known romantic relationship. She only has a friend, a woman called Laisa whom is also her neighbor.
—Would she be the same girl we compelled to help us enter Yolie’s house in 2018?
—Indeed she is, sir. This woman was also around when… well, I kidnapped the witch, she saw everything and was the one who kept her belongings until she returned.
—Remind me to reward that woman. Someone else would have sold Yolie’s cell phone without thinking twice.
Patrick nodded. Handing Alex the tablet, allowing him to examine the Cuban woman’s photographs more closely.
—She is really beautiful.- Alex whispered caressing the screen with his fingers.- Look how long her hair is, it reaches her buttocks now, she has kept it rebellious and natural, just the way I loved it.
—She looks more mature and more sure of herself. She has returned to her work at the clinic.
—Yes.- Alex sighed.- Do you think she’ll take me back, Patrick? I’m not so sure.
—I am convinced that the minute she sees you, she’ll devour you with kisses, my Lord.
Alex made a doubtful face.
—Your witch misses you, last year on the anniversary of your disappearance she held a commemorative ceremony, standing on the wall of the boardwalk just in front of the Morro castle.
Alex’s eyebrows rose.
—She discover that? Does she know that I once lived in Cuba and that a street in Havana bears my name?
—I’m not sure about the street, but I’m sure she knows about your work repairing that fort.
Alex smiled slightly.
—This gives me a tiny hope old friend, if my little witch remembers me, if she mourns my supposed death, if she has investigated my footprint through history; maybe, and just maybe, she will have me back.

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—Shouldn’t we tell him about his son?- Kira questioned, perplexed.
—No, love. I want it to be a surprise. My Lord has suffered too much, has lost too much. These two years have changed him in the extreme. He’s not that proud, confident man he used to be, he’s plagued with doubts and his biggest fear right now is that she doesn’t love him anymore.
Kira sipped slowly from her glass.
—Shouldn’t we at least try to prevent Yolie?The surprise of stumbling into Alex could really shock her. What if get’s crazy?
—I’m sure she won’t,but I think it’s best we stay out of what happens between them.
—Do you think everything will be alright?
—I hope so kitty, I truly hope so.
—When will Alex leave for Cuba?
—Next month. He wants to hang around and see for himself if she’s going to the boardwalk on the second anniversary of their separation.

Kira frowned.
—Why?
—Well, because he’ll take it as a sign that she still loves him.
—What a strange way of thinking.
—Alex has always been peculiar.
—Will he feel happy to discover he’s a father?
Patrick smiled widely.
—If the witch no longer loves him, she will have to deal with him. We’re old-fashioned people, kitty. My Lord won’t give up his son once he learns of his existence.
—Nevertheless, he avandoned those he had in the third century before Christ, he choosed immortality over them and they were assassinated.
—That is not true.
Kira jerked the glass from her mouth.
— Contrary to what was agreed with the Sorceress, before leaving Babylon my Lord and I arranged for all his family to be sent far away, keeping them safe. I think there are even some direct descendants of his, still alive.
Kira’s mouth remaind open and her eyes wide.
I laughed with great amusement.
—You shouldn’t believe everything you read in history books, kitty. We are the living proof that much of what is considered true and real is nothing more than big lies.