Soul Mates

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover image: Flore Perrault on Unsplash.

Soul Mates

I think my parents had a weird sense of humor; I can only be thankful that my surname wasn’t Cliff. Heath Clifford was not much of an improvement and my life was made hell in High School when we studied ‘Wuthering Heights’. Enough about that, but I do think they were in part responsible for what happened next.

In college, I fell in love with a girl. You might think that there’s nothing odd about that, but her name, just like in the book, was Cathy. It couldn’t have been anything else, could it! And as soon as I saw her, I knew she was it, the one; Cathy was my soul mate.

As luck would have it, she agreed, and we began a whirlwind romance, or as much of one as two over-worked college students were capable of having. She moved in with me. I wanted to move into her flat, but she wanted me to stay put, partly because my house had a garden and she liked to sit out in it.

For a year everything was perfect. She loved me, and I loved her, and we were as happy as could be. Then something changed; not with me, but with her.

The first clue I had was her sudden liking for roll-neck tops. She had always been one for t-shirts, open-necked shirts, and now she was covering her neck. Not only that but when I sat beside her, tried to nuzzle that spot about two inches beneath her ear, she pushed me away. I don’t mind admitting that I was hurt.

I didn’t put one and one together, though, not then; instead I wrote it off as some sort of lover’s tiff. She’d be sorry and we’d make up; everything would be fine again. But she wasn’t sorry. If anything she spent even less time with me. All of a sudden there were late-night lectures that she had to attend.

What? You’re doing the same course as me,” I’d said, with barely concealed outrage. “There are no late-night lectures!”

Look, Heath, I’m going to be late. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Cathy brushed past me and headed straight out of the door.

She’s seeing someone,’ a little voice had said inside my head, but she had gone and I didn’t have a chance to question her about it.

No, I wouldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe it. Heath and Cathy; soul mates forever. That’s what we’d promised ourselves and that’s how it would be.

I prowled around the house, unable to even think about assignments, the ticking clocks taunting me as the hour got later and later. I went to bed and stared at the clock; it was after 1am when I heard her let herself inside.

My first impulse was to jump out of bed and confront her; demand that she tell me where she had been and with whom. There was no way I was going to be fobbed off with an excuse about lectures going on into the early hours of the morning. I didn’t do that though, but instead pretended to be asleep. It wasn’t so hard; all I had to do was close my eyes and breathe really slowly.

I had felt the bed depress as she climbed under the covers, being careful to keep her distance from me. I had stayed still, waited for a while, until I was pretty certain that Cathy was asleep, then I had sat up and studied her. How pale she had got lately! She had always been that way inclined, but now her skin seemed paper white. All apart from that mark on her neck which was a livid red.

My blood had run cold. It was all I could do not to shake her awake, demand that she confess to me what she had been doing... what she had become.

As quickly and quietly as I could I’d walked out of the bedroom. I remember pacing from one room to another, pausing only to jot down notes. Nosferatu, Dracula, Edward Cullen... all pale and all vampires! And now my Cathy too! It was too much, I simply could not take it. I could’t lose her, but how could I keep her. Perhaps I could pretend not to have noticed anything, but even as I had that thought I knew that if I didn’t kill her, she would kill me.

I remembered that vampires were supposed to be notoriously difficult to kill. Neither Cathy nor I had ever been religious, so there wass definitely no supply of holy water in the house. Garlic! But that doesn’t kill them, does it, and anyway Cathy had always liked it. Did that mean she’s not a vampire? No, I had seen the marks!

I could have burned her, but there had seemed to be a bit of a debate about whether that works, at least according to the internet. Some people seemed tothink that the ash of a vampire just reforms again into something even stronger.

I needed to get a grip and decide what to do. Time was passing and I didn’t know if she’d set her alarm. The thing was, I could not bear to let her go. Without her I’d just fall apart. The stirrings of an idea had begun to take shape. I had sat at the computer and tapped away at the keys. Yes, according to what I had found, it could work.

First, I had to go into the garden and start digging.

The soil was wet, waterlogged, and that made the digging hard work. I’d managed to get a hole of about the right length, but it’s not deep enough; it needed to be six feet, to be exact. Even in the cold not air, with my blood already chilled by my discovery, I was still sweating at three feet, and on my knees at five.

That had to do. It was not as if anyone was going to be coming round to measure the depth of the hole. My hands were blistered, and my arms were shaking from the strenuous work, but I was not finished yet. I looked at the sky; no sign of sunrise yet. That was good; I still had time.

Back in the kitchen I picked up the sharpest blade. Would it be sharp enough to cut all the way through her neck? I caught sight of my own reflection and noticed how pale my own skin had become, at least the parts of it that were not mud-spattered. Had she already bitten me? I’d not noticed any desire to go drinking blood, and my teeth were still regular in size.

I took a few minutes to inspect my neck but there were no red marks, no signs of a bite. It was just the thought of what I was going to have to do to keep us together that was making me look so pale, I told myself. I’ve always hated the sight of blood, and I didn’t think it would be possible to cut someone’s head off without there being blood, and a lot of it too.

There was no more time to lose. I had to pull myself together, go and do the deed. Once it was done, I had decided to plant her in the garden. And in the morning I’d go out and buy rose bushes to cover her grave with. She’d like that! Red roses by the dozen for my soul mate.

With the knife gripped in one hand, I made my way up the stairs. I had slowly opened the door, then let out a cry. The bed was empty, the window was open... had she jumped?

I ran across the room and sobbed, for there in the distance I could see my Cathy and her new love, and they were flying away. I was too late.



Submitted: March 03, 2020

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dewey green

Spooky goodness matey!

Tue, March 3rd, 2020 7:42pm


Thanks so much, dewey.

Tue, March 3rd, 2020 11:48am


Damn vampires! Steel everyone's soul and thensome. Great story! :o) JC

Tue, March 3rd, 2020 7:43pm


Thanks, JC!

Tue, March 3rd, 2020 11:49am

Mike S.

Excellent 'Departing wings of love' tale, Hull!

Tue, March 3rd, 2020 7:44pm


Ha! Thanks, Mike!

Tue, March 3rd, 2020 11:49am

Vance Currie

A gripping story, Hully. A satisfactory ending, perhaps. The narrator is rid of the vampire without having to commit murder--unless she comes back and brings her new lover with her...

Tue, March 3rd, 2020 7:49pm


That's always a possibility. Thanks, Joe.

Tue, March 3rd, 2020 11:51am

Sue Harris

If I"m honest I was relieved by the ending... the alternative would have been too gory. Riveting story, Hully.

Tue, March 3rd, 2020 9:40pm


Haha! Thanks, Sue!

Wed, March 4th, 2020 12:50pm

Devlin Wolff

Very cool. Captivating read.

Wed, March 4th, 2020 7:26pm


Thank you so much!

Wed, March 4th, 2020 12:58pm

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