Meet Carlo DeSpaldi
The sexiest vampire who ever lived and the man I created
“You do know of some of my past.” He looked away for just a moment. “And you have already met my sister Ana, but there is much, much more of me that you do not know.” Carlo stopped for a second. He looked like he was deciding if he should really tell her his story or not, possibly weighing if it was going to be worth the effort, or that if it would make any difference. He looked down at the floor and chuckled. “My Italy of the past was a much different place than it is now.” He looked down at the polished parquet of his floor as if it were the terrain of the Italian Piedmont where he grew up.
Carlo looked up at her to continue his story. “It was much smaller then, not in the size of the land or in the territories that it was made up of, but in the relative size of the world, as we knew it back then. Travel was harder and mainly reserved for those of the upper classes. Most of the people back then lived their entire lives within their families, often never venturing outside the towns or villages in which they were born. They’d work and toil on the same land, day after day, have children and grow old and then they’d die, often without even seeing what lied over the next mountaintop or what went on across the river that ran through their little village.” Carlo took another deep inspiration and looked into Gretchen’s eyes. “That kind of life was not meant for me. I had to see what the world had to offer, what treasures laid in wait for me on the other side of that mountain,” He paused a moment and then went on. “But I had to be pushed first.”
Gretchen interrupted him. “How long ago are we talking about, Carlo?”
Carlo paused and gave her a winsome grin to prepare for her incredulity. “I was born, Carlo Maria Di Medici Despaldi on January 5, 1732, Miss Donovan.”
All of the residual fear and all of the conflicting thoughts she’d brought with her about coming here tonight were for now put aside. Gretchen had heard the words, but her mind was having difficulty putting them together because they no longer made any sense, not in her world, the world of order and the world of rationality. Gretchen realized that she was going to have to prepare herself and listen more attentively than she’d ever had before, there was never going to be another story told like this one. There would never be a story that she’d author, read or listen to that was going to compare. Her full attention was placed into Carlo’s hands. Boo!