tales of the daywalkers (week 14)

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The Daywalker Chronicles

My hand recoiled as the first flickers of sunlight danced across my white skin. It was all I could do to stand there, to restrain myself from fleeing to the shadows as the sun climbed the horizon and the hot rays washed over meCautiously, I turned my hand over and over again, letting the heat permeate my hard flesh. It had been centuries since I had felt the penetrating warmth of the sun. I should have been giddy with excitement, but even this momentous event couldn’t brighten the bleakness worming its way through my consciousness.

My father was in Paris just a month ago. 

In another time this would have delighted me.  I would have begged to know if my sisters were with him. Or my mother.  But I wasn’t jumping at the chance to hear about my family. It had been over a century since I’d consciously thought of them…I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the truth.  

Then Sebastian brings up my father as if we were discussing something as benign as the weather. 

My family needed to stay safely locked away in my memories where they belonged. But the truth is nothing if not persistent. It had coiled its way around my thoughts until I could think of nothing else.

Claude sensed it. It was obvious in the way he watched me. I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head as surely as I felt the heat of the sun on my skin.

“Are you feeling alright?” Claude wrapped his arms loosely around me from behind and rested his chin on the top of my head. 

With a forced laugh, I wriggled out of his embrace to face him. “What do you mean? I’m immortal…it’s not like I can get sick.”

Sunlight lashed out at my exposed back as Claude’s cold fingers held my chin in place. I almost wished it would burn me, if nothing else than to give me an excuse to run screaming from the room.

“You know what I mean…what just happened between you and Sebastian? What’s this about your father being alive…or rather undead? You never told me,” Claude probed.

My eyes shifted their focus from his face to a crack in the ceiling.  “It’s not something you go around saying. ‘Oh hey, my father bargained me for immortality.’ It tends to bring people down.” A light shake of my head freed me to pace around the room. “Even the dead ones.” 

“Well…my father gave up his life for his undead mistress.” A faint smile quirked his lips. “That little tidbit tends to end the party when I bring it up.”

My lips mashed together and I rolled my eyes. “Stop trying to make me smile. It won’t work.”

Claude’s laugh cut through my dismal mood.  “Come on Vic, what do you say we make a break for it…while Count Dracula puts on a clean cape?”

“A break for it?”

“Sure…a road trip. Just us. I have it on good authority there’s this ugly necklace out there just calling your name. I think it might be a good idea to get our hands on it without Sebastian around.  He’s got something up his silky sleeves, and I don’t like the looks of it.”

The idea snaked its way into my brain. Sebastian had undoubtedly been holding out on us since the minute he strolled through my door again. I flashed back to the vials of daywalker tonic in his bag.  Claude was right, something wasn’t what it seemed.  “Ok…let’s go. Do you still have Sebastian’s keys?”

Claude’s eyebrows pushed together. “Sometimes you wound me with your lack of faith.”

“Just come on,” I laughed, but even to me it sounded grim. “And Claude?”


“Don’t ever call me Vic again, or I’ll stake you myself.”

Claude sucked in his cheeks to keep from smiling and gave me a stiff salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

I coiled my fingers around his collar.  “Now let’s get out of here before Sebastian comes back.”

We hurried to Sebastian’s car and Claude squealed the tires backing out of the driveway. My imagination conjured up images of Sebastian running after us as the car accelerated down the road. I knew it wasn’t real. But I also knew Sebastian must be aware we were missing by now.

“You do know where the amulet is, don’t you?” I had never actually asked him before this.

Claude tipped his head to the side and smirked at me.

That was the only answer I would get, but it was enough.     

The black sports car sped through the streets of town as we made our way to the high-rise on Peachtree Road.

Until the next time…I’ll be working on week 15!

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Posted on November 27, 2011 and filed under Daywalkers.