Chapter 3 - Aaron: A Vampire Hunter's Tale Book 1

Killarney, Ireland, 1846

Aislyn was standing next to the well, the one that most townsfolk used to water their animals when they were out on the commons as her family’s sheep were now. Though he had no animals and no reason to be congregated near the watering hole, he realized he was approaching, and there was nothing he could do to prevent himself from doing so.

At fifteen, she was just as lovely as ever. Her hair was longer still, and she almost always wore it in a single braid down her back, though he still liked it best free and billowing in the wind. She had the loveliest green eyes and the kindest smile. Her porcelain skin looked soft and creamy, and though he’d never run the back of his hand down her cheek, he’d imagined doing so would feel like touching fine silk linen.

He’d taken to speaking to her whenever he could, and he was beginning to think perhaps she fancied him, though he knew she couldn’t be nearly as fond of him as he was of her. Still, as he came to an abrupt halt before her, only a few grazing sheep and old Ms. Sutton within earshot, her smile broadened, and she looked up at him through long, thick lashes.

“Good day, Miss O’Malley,” Aaron said, not able to hold back the grin that spread across his face. “How are you this day?”

“Oh, Aaron, you’re always so formal,” she replied, smoothing her worn blue frock. “You know you may call me Aislyn. We’ve known each other since we were wee ones.”

“Aye, we have, though tis true that neither of us are so wee anymore.” She peered at him for a moment, her brow furrowed, as if she were not sure what he was alluding to. “That is to say, I’m seventeen, and you’re nearly sixteen, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “Fifteen and a half.”

Continuing to smile at him, she began to hoist the bucket up from the well, and he took hold of the rope, brushing her hand as he did so. She blushed, and he said, “Pardon me. Would you like some assistance?”

“If you don’t mind,” she replied, letting go the rope, and running her hands along her frock again.

Still feeling the warmth on his hand where he had made contact with hers, Aaron lifted the bucket out of the well and emptied the contents so that the animals may drink from the nearby trough. “There you go.”

“Thank you,” Aislyn said, still smiling. “Our flock has gotten much smaller lately. It isn’t such a chore to herd them as it used to be, though Mac is quite helpful, as you can see by his attentiveness.”

Aaron laughed as she gestured at the skinny black and white dog who lay in the shadow of one of the many trees that offered shade to the watering hole. “He is a hard worker indeed,” he agreed.

speak, but it took her a moment to ask, “Are you plannin’ to attend the cross-roads Sunday? I don’t believe I’ve seen you

many of the young people of his village gathered to enjoy each other’s company for fear of embarrassing himself in front of Aislyn. Kian was always ribbing him, saying he should come and look the fool if it be so; at least he’d have an opp

ould accompany her,” Aislyn offered as one

is own boldness, and as Aislyn’s cheeks turned a light pink, he h

gy Monahan snatched him up. Listen to the words of an old woman, little lass, you’ve got a fine lookin’ young man in the McReynolds lad here. Don’t be foolish like me. You’ll regret it someday when you’ve onl

balance and toppling over, Aislyn rested her hand on his chest, and with her touch, Aaron regained his composure, the feel of her warm palm permeating through hi

and though she looked hesitant, she did not pull away. With his other hand, he reached up and encircled her delicate fingers so that her

g, dropped her gaze to her own boots. “I’d love to attend with you, Aaron,” she said

l rested on the well so that their fingers were intertwined. “She always speaks to me at ma

e one resting on his chest so that both of her hands were clasped between his. “She is fond of you,” Ais

to become his wife. Though he’d hoped and prayed for such an outcome for longer than he could remember, the idea that she might potentially become his one day in

im cautiously, though she still smil

will be more than happy to meet you a

ith glee. “Good. Then I shall take Ms. Sutto

rtunate as I,” Aaron replied watching the pink turn to crimson and turn the expos

r. McReynolds,” she sa

and as he did so, his knuckles kissed her cheek. Though it was nothing more than a fleeting glance, he now knew for cert

heep were beginning to wander, the dog unconcerned. “I should be going,

plied softly, unwilling

e reminded him, though her feet did not shift

ent before she leaned forward, her head tipped down, her eyes closed, and took a deep breath. Even as she began to step backward, she did not open her

h a small smile as she placed her han

new their part and went along, or she realized she’d forgotten them before she made it all the way h