A Shadow of Light (A Shade of Vampire #4)(4)

I was getting obsessed with the man that I loved and through the years, I began to notice little things about him that convinced me that he would eventually leave me. Sofia, after all, was the only girl he needed in his life. She had taken my place.

I began to notice strange things about Aiden: his hushed conversations over the phone, prolonged out-of-town trips and his extra hours at work. These things were normal for him, considering the demands of his work, but as time wore on, I was convinced that he was having an affair. I tried to convince myself that I was just being paranoid, but I couldn’t help myself. One night, when nine-year-old Sofia was already tucked in bed, I eavesdropped on a conversation Aiden was having over the phone.

“The Maslens are gaining power,” he spoke in hushed tones. “We can’t have that.” A slew of curses escaped his lips. “Damn it. Track him down. Borys Maslen was last seen in Egypt. Find him and destroy him.”

The first thought that came to mind was: Aiden has gone mad. He’s absolutely insane. How could anybody in their right mind believe in vampires? But I knew Aiden. He was perhaps the most intelligent and rational man I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. When it came to his work, he wasn’t one to believe in any nonsense.

I tried to excuse what I had heard by rationalizing that perhaps Aiden was just talking in some sort of corporate code. Perhaps “vampires” was just code for their competition.

I didn’t know how it had happened, but it became an obsession. Much as I hated it, I began to eavesdrop a bit more on Aiden’s conversations and heard more talk about vampires and Egypt and the Maslens. At some point, I couldn’t take it anymore. I began doing research. I contacted old friends of mine from libraries and told them that I was interested in anything they knew about vampires. I gave them some excuse about wanting to write a novel about it when asked why I was suddenly so interested with such folklore.

The newfound interest wasn’t something I couldn’t keep from my husband, so when he confronted me about it, I had a ready answer. “I think they exist. Don’t you?”

I was waiting for him to lie, to just laugh me off and tell me that I was being crazy, but no, he lifted one of the books I was reading and began thumbing through its pages. He then nodded. “Of course they exist.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You… Aiden Claremont… You actually believe in vampires?”

He shrugged one shoulder as he placed the book he was thumbing through back on my work desk. “After a decade of marriage, my lovely Camilla, there are still a lot of things about me you don’t know.”

“Tell me then.”

Worry creased his handsome face. “I don’t know if I should, Cam. Why are you so interested in them all of a sudden?”

“How can I not be interested?” I shrugged. “They’re fascinating, and now, you tell me that you actually believe in them. Can you blame me for not being intrigued?”

I was expecting him to chuckle, give me a sarcastic quip about how he loved my pesky, stubborn and adventurous side. Instead he just shook his head slowly and gravely. “There’s nothing fascinating about vampires, Cam. They are the most vile creatures to ever walk the planet. Powerful, but evil beyond measure… Stay away from them.”

His admonition for me to stay away from the vampires only served to make me more curious. I began quizzing Aiden about what he knew about vampires and why on earth he knew so much about them. He willingly told me what he knew, but always kept silent about how he knew. I hated that he was keeping things from me. It made me feel betrayed that I’d been married to a man who had this mysterious and secret connection with vampires that he had never told me about, but I didn’t voice it out.

At some point, I knew he was getting irritated about all the questions I was asking about vampires. He especially hated it when I mentioned them when Sofia was around.

“Cam, I’m warning you… I don’t ever want Sofia to be exposed to these monsters… I don’t even want her to know about them. If I could have my way, I’d remove everything in this world that points to the existence of these creatures. I would do everything possible to keep our daughter away from them.”

I barely even understood what he was saying at that time. I couldn’t understand his hatred toward vampires or why he was so adamant to keep his family away from those creatures. Whenever I thought of vampires, all I could think of was the power that came with them. I wanted that power.

I began asking Aiden about how to find vampires, how to track them down. During times when he obviously did not want to talk about vampires, I would turn on my charm and usually after a tumble in bed, he would oblige me and answer my questions.

I may not have realized it at first but I saw the vampires as my escape from the hopelessness brought about by my own daughter’s birth. I was tired of feeling so powerless against all the despair and all the fears, and the fascination I felt for those dark, mysterious creatures began to consume me.

When I felt ready to actually hunt for a vampire, I asked Aiden if I could start working as an archaeologist once again. Of course, he didn’t deny this request from me. He even encouraged it.

“I was wondering when you would once again give in to that adventurous streak I know you have,” he said as he kissed me on the forehead. “Maybe now that you’re on these expeditions of yours, you’ll think less about vampires and more about archaeology.” He seemed so pleased as he held me in his arms and kissed me.