Alexios & Elysia

Alexios & Elysia #9

“Oh,” I mustered, completely distracted by this man’s light blue eyes and dark sweeping hair falling in his face. He looked down at me as if I was a dwarf. I felt so tiny as I buttoned up my jeans and pulled my top over my hips, wondering if I had a little bit of eye makeup still left. “Of course, I know he’s a vampire!”

“Then I gather, you like to kiss vampires?” His eyes twinkling down at me and examining my lips closely. “You know they are savages and can kill you in an instant.”

“Alexios wouldn’t kill me.” I said, taking two steps back. He was way too close for comfort.

“And how can you be so sure? I have seen him kill. I have been chasing him for years and every time I get close he disappears again.” He looked at me up and down. “What’s your name?”

“Elysia.” I said and felt a shudder go through me. Was he a vampire too? I felt this fear come over me.

“No, I’m not a vampire.”

“How did you do that?”

“Can I?” he asked and sat down without my permission. “Do what?” he placed his leg over his thigh and his arms across my couch. “Have a seat, Elysia.”

I sat in the armchair facing him. He cleared his throat, “So what do you know about me?”

 I know you’re a vampire hunter and you want to kill Alexios. “Not much,” I said.

“Don’t lie. You know I’m a vampire hunter and I want to kill Alexios,” he smiled.

I quickly got up, “I don’t know how you did that but I want you to leave.” I tried not to think of anything. He wasn’t moving and I suddenly felt scared.

“I won’t hurt you.” He place his hands on his legs and stared at me. Was he compelling me or something? “I told you I’m not a vampire and I can’t compel you. I can read minds though, as you can see. I’m telepathic, for want of a better word. In plain terminology. I like to think of myself as a mind-reader.” And he looked at my lips again. “Elysia, I suggest you don’t let Alexios into your house again. He’s bad news and I’ll be watching your house closely.” He got up. “You can block your thoughts well. That’s pretty good.”

“I think you should leave.” I started to tremble.

“Don’t be scared. I’m here to protect you from him. You may not know it now but Alexios is dangerous. You seem like a nice person.” He came close to me and pulled something out of his jean pocket. I caught a glance of his body and felt a sexual energy toward him. What the hell was going on? Why did I feel this way?

“This is for you, it belonged to your great-grandmother Elizabeth.” It was a    bracelet with Ancient Greek writing on it. He bent slightly to place it on my wrist and his touch electrified me. I raised my wrist a few inches. He looked into my eyes again and laughed. How did he know my great-grandmother? How was I involved in this?

“You are really pretty, Elysia…I will be back tomorrow to explain how you are involved. Right now I have to follow Alexios’ trail.”

I couldn’t speak and I tried hard not to think.

He stepped close to the window, looked back at me and said, “Try not to think of me while I’m gone.”

The second he left I turned on my laptop and with a shaking hand typed in the name: Athanasios. The only thing that I could find was its meaning, which  freaked the fuck out of me.

Athanasios, The Immortal. And try as I might, I couldn’t get him off of my mind.



By Christina Strigas

Christina Strigas is a Canadian poet, raised by Greek immigrants, and has written three poetry books. Her latest, Love & Vodka, has been featured by CBC Books in, “Your Ultimate Canadian Poetry List: 68 Poetry Collections Recommended by you.”
LOVE & METAXA, her fourth poetry book is coming out May 25, 2021.
In her spare time, Christina enjoys foreign cinema, reading the classics, and cooking traditional Greek recipes that have been handed down from her grandmother.

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