Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban - Immortal Love

“Yes, it is.”

“That is soo cool!”

Bécquer smiled at her. “I can take you and your friend to the movies if you want.”

“If your mother agrees,” he added as I glowered at him.

“Are you serious? Can I drive?”

“Madison!” I said. “You’re fifteen. Of course you cannot drive.”

Madison sulked. “I don’t know why not. Ryan does.”

“Ryan is eighteen and already has his driver’s license.”

“So what? I know how to drive too and I’m much more mature than him.”

“Sorry, Madison. But your mother is right. I’ll do the driving.” And before I could argue, he took the keys from his pocket and threw them at her. “Wait for me in the car. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“You can’t take Madison,” I told him after she dashed out, already punching numbers on her cell “I don’t want you to be around my children.”

“Because I’m immortal?”

He smiled as I nodded. “Then, there is no problem, because I’m not.”

“You are … not?”

“No. I’ll show you.”

Without further invitation, Bécquer came into the house and pulled one rose free from the bouquet I had set upon the table. He winced, set the rose down, and presented his hand to me. A single drop of blood had formed on his thumb.

“You’ll see,” he said brightly. “I heal slowly, as humans do.”

To take this as proof that he was human was ridiculous, but his eagerness had convinced me he was telling the truth. Or was it my own desire blinding me into believing?

“Alexander said your sentence had been revoked,” I argued faintly.

Bécquer brought his finger to his lips to stop the blood from spilling, then nodded. “And it has. But I chose to remain human.”

“Why?”

The shrill sound of a horn blowing covered his answer.

“I’ll tell you later,” Bécquer said after the noise stopped. “If you let me come back.”

“Are you leaving?”

Ryan’s voice startled me. But Bécquer, who had been facing the stairs and must have seen him coming down, only nodded. “I promised to drive your sister to the movies. Unless … unless you would drive her for me?”

“Sorry, I don’t have time. I have to pick up Rachel in half an hour.”

“If you drive your sister, you can borrow my car.”

“Really?”

Bécquer nodded. “If your mother would give me a ride home, that is.”

Ryan smiled blissfully, and then turned to me. “Thanks, Mom,” he said with a quick hug that silenced my complaints.

“You don’t mind?” I asked as I watched Ryan disappear inside Bécquer’s car.

Bécquer closed the door. “Why? Is he a bad driver?”

“I meant that he’s going out with Rachel.”

“Why should I? Oh!” He blushed. With a swift movement he grabbed my hands. “What can I do to make you forget my childish behavior of that day? I asked Rachel to be my blood giver only to prove to you that I didn’t need you. I never cared for her.”

“You used her,” I said, releasing my hands from his. “And you hurt her.”

“No. I did not. I did not encourage her after that day. I was hurting for you, Carla. I wanted you. I had no desire to seduce her.”

“But she cried after you fired her.”

“She must have guessed I wanted to kill myself and felt frustrated that she could not help me.” He smiled coyly. “Give me some credit, would she have forgotten me already had we been lovers only last week?”

“So irresistible, do you think you are?” I teased him.

“I was, when I was immortal,” Bécquer said, serious now. “I am not proud of it. I know my behavior was often selfish and immature. But I’ve changed since I met you.”

“You have?”

“Yes. I brought you flowers.”

I frowned. “What is that supposed to prove?”

“It proves I care for you.”

“How so?”

“You know how embarrassing it would be for me if you rejected me after I told Ryan that I love you?”

“You told Ryan?”

“Yes. He gave me his permission to ask you out.”

“I see,” I said. Although in truth, I found the idea of Bécquer asking Ryan’s approval beyond ridiculous.

“Ryan loves you,” Bécquer said when I didn’t elaborate.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No. He mainly complained that you were crazy when he came to see me last Sunday. And by the way, you were not supposed to tell anybody about the immortals, you know? The Elders were not pleased.”

“Sorry. Is that why you’re still human?”

“No. I told you. That was my choice. I chose to have a human life.”

“You had one already.”

“Not really. Meeting Lucrezia when I was eleven spoiled it for me. I was her puppet. Or so I used to think. I’m not sure anymore. Maybe I was weak. Maybe things would have been different had I fought her harder. I’m not proud of who I was or what I did during my first human life.”

“I think you were brave.”

Bécquer frowned.

“I read your journal. I think you were pretty decent as a human. I’m not so sure how I feel about your behavior when you were immortal, though.”

“Because of what Beatriz said?”

I shrugged. “And Federico.”

Bécquer started. “You discussed my life with Federico?” He seemed dismay.

I nodded.

“Then, there’s no hope for me, is there?”

“If I say there is not, would you leave?”

Bécquer stared at me, a deep frown in his forehead. Finally he shook his head. “No. I wouldn’t leave. I love you.”

“So you said to every one of your many lovers.”

“So I may have,” Bécquer agreed, then continued eagerly, “I’m sorry, Carla. I can’t change the past, but, please, don’t reject me just now. I only ask that you give me a chance to show you that I really care.”

“What if it doesn’t work? What if our relationship ends? Wouldn’t you regret then giving up immortality for nothing?”

“It wouldn’t have been for nothing. Have you forgotten I wrote my best poems when my love went unrequited. You are my muse, Carla. Thanks to you, my mind is full of stories once again. You have given me a gift more precious than immortality. You will be my muse even if you get tired of me.”

“No pressure, then?”

His eyes lit up as a lazy smile curved his lips. “No pressure.”

“I suppose, in that case, I could give you a chance. You brought me roses, after all, so it’s fair that I let you stay. At least until they wilt.”

“And when they wilt, I’ll replace them,” Bécquer said wrapping his arms around my waist. “And you’ll pretend you haven’t noticed and let me stay a little longer because, by then, you’ll be crazy about me.”

“And I’ll pretend I’ve not noticed,” I repeated tracing with my fingers the red scar on his neck. “Because I’m crazy about you.”

Bécquer took my hand and kissed my fingers one by one.

“Is that human enough for you?” he whispered as another drop of blood welled in his thumb. Without waiting for my answer, he pulled me to him and stole the yes from my lips.

I was born in Galicia (northern Spain) and went to college in Madrid, where I finished my Ph.D. in Biology. For the next ten years, I worked as a researcher both in Madrid and at the University of Davis in California.

My writing career started when I came to live in Pennsylvania in the 1990s. Following my first sale, a magazine article on latex allergy, I published four nonfiction books for Chelsea House (Facts on File).

My Young Adult novel, Two Moon Princess (the story of a discontented medieval princess, eager to live life on her own terms, who lands in modern day California) was published in 2007 by Tanglewood Press. It was recognized with the bronze award by the ForeWord Magazine in the Juvenile fiction category.