A Return to Forever
Chapter Twelve
The club pulsed with sound. From her vantage point in the cage, dancing to the music, Urs notice briefly as Nick strode to the bar and talked to the bartender. Their eyes met and he smiled at her. They had very little in common other than their vampire natures, but Nick had always been kind to her. Urs let her gaze linger as he waited at the bar, gazing into his blood wine. Wistfully, she remembered that he was involved with a mortal now, the Coronor. Urs wondered why she never seemed to find a partner who was willing to stay with her for any length of time.
Urs continued to dance, but her heart was heavy. Ever since she had been brought across, she had followed Vachon wherever he went, cutting ties and running with him--away from the Aztec, away from responsibility, away from everything she had known. At times she became so depressed, she considered simply waiting for the sunrise to come and take her.
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LaCroix came and talked to Nick, who followed him to the back of the bar and out of site. Urs couldn't help thinking about Vachon, and how she had been attracted to him from the first. She had wanted him to be the man who rescued her from the life she was living. She had wanted him to love her for herself and stay by her side. Being brought across and staying in his company for centuries had dashed all hopes of love and family for her. Now she knew he was becoming involved with Tracy Vetter. She told herself she did not care, but deep inside, she knew she did.
Why couldn't Vachon have fallen for her as he had for Tracy? Why did she even bother following him around, knowing he would never consider her anything other than his vampire daughter? Urs knew Vachon better than any other living person, and having watched as the relationship with Tracy developed, she burned with jealousy that she had never been able to instill in him the kind of dedication he had developed with Tracy.
Suddenly Urs realized she had stopped dancing. The feelings of hopelessness drained her of any motivation to even pretend to dance for the customers. She opened the cage and stepped out, leaving the dance floor. The shocked faces of the customers, the bartender, and the waitresses barely registered. "What's the use?" She thought, "What does any of this matter?"
Several people tried to talk to Urs as she left the room. She ignored them as she simply walked out the door and into the night. As she left, she heard the bartender talking to LaCroix on the telephone, and the angry reply. Oddly enough, Urs found she was not even frightened by LaCroix' anger.
Written and coded laboriously in HTML by Elena du Charme, picking up where others have left off. Edited 12/2/2002
