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tales of the daywalkers (week 3)

Weekly Feature…Vampire Fiction Serial  (Click to read week 2)

The Daywalker Chronicles“What?” Sebastian bellowed so loudly my hair stirred a little in the outburst. 

“Please don’t get upset.”  I threw my hands out in front of me, palms facing him as if that would hold him back if he decided to attack.  “I had no idea I was meant to keep it.  You never said it was magic…or important.”

“It was a gift.” He leaned in until our noses were almost touching and spit the words out as if they were painful.

I rolled my eyes.  “But we weren’t together anymore.”  I couldn’t believe I was being forced to replay the demise of our ill-fated marriage as if he didn’t remember what had happened all those years ago.  I knew he had perfect recall. All vampires do.  Much like elephants, we never forget.  I only wish I could.  “You cheated on me.” 

Sebastian hung his head.  “You wound me Victoria.  Like a stake through my heart.”

Now there was an idea. 

I looked around for Claude again.  I was sure he wouldn’t be far.  He was probably eavesdropping from some safe vantage point.  “Stop with all the talk of wounds and stakes.  I seem to recall you doing some emotional damage of your own with that Playboy bunny…what was her name, Jennifer…or was it Jessica?”  Agreeing to meet Hugh Hefner was arguably the second biggest mistake in all of my two hundred forty-eight years.

“Let’s not drag that back up, shall we?”

“No, let’s not.” I agreed.

“Oh, let’s,” Claude said from the doorway.   “I would like nothing more than to hear the stories of Hef and the bunnies from back in the day.”  He was chomping on a chicken leg, and although it repulsed me to watch him savage cooked animal flesh, it reminded me I had yet to feed. 

“That story has been told far too many times as is.” I said.  “And please take that…food…out of here.”

“Well, I haven’t heard it,” Claude protested, tucking his meal behind his back.  “I was just a kid back then.  No one told me anything.  For God’s sake, throw a guy a boner would ya?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes.  “I would so like to eviscerate your man servant.”

Claude raised his brows, but kept his distance.

“I would be hard pressed to replace him on such short notice, and unlike you, I still need to sleep in the day.”  A faint smile was all I could manage. I was feeling quite peckish and the hunger was suddenly unbearable.

“How long has it been?”

“Last night.”  My eyes closed and my fangs extended of their own accord as I evoked the memory.  “I had a lovely Italian boy.  You know how much I love Italian.  And he was AB negative.  Have you any idea how rare that is?” My eyes fluttered open.  I didn’t need a reflection to know I had a dreamy look on my face.  It was mirrored in the two pairs of eyes fixed on me.  “Of course you do.”  I pressed my lips into a hard line, forcing my fangs to retract. 

“I wasn’t referring to your last meal, Victoria,” he glared at me.  “I’m wondering how long it’s been since you lost the amulet.”

“Oh, that,” I tried to laugh.  “It’s been ages.”

Sebastian flew out of the room in a flurry of obscenities, sending Claude scurrying against the wall like a rodent.  The only words I could be certain of were, “Insolent, ridiculous little girl.”  I assumed he was referring to me.

I don’t know why I didn’t just let him stalk off into the night.  I know I should have.  It would have been the end of it.  I could have made a run to the local village for a quick bite.  But that’s not what I did. For reasons I will probably never understand, I decided to throw him a rope.   “I didn’t lose the amulet.  I gave it away.”

His angry footsteps echoed off the marble floor as he made his way back through the foyer.  He paused in the doorway to stare daggers at me. “You gave it away?  You stupid, impertinent child.  Have you any idea what you have done?”

“Whoa, there Dracula,” Claude dared.  “It’s not what you think.  It wasn’t like she gave it to Goodwill.  She just…re-gifted it.” 

“I think I’ve had quite enough of you, Human,” Sebastian ghosted to Claude’s side, snatching him around his already bruised neck, and lifted him off the ground in a single fluid motion.

It was almost lovely to watch.  I could certainly appreciate the beauty in Sebastian’s fury.  Unfortunately, I feared I was about to lose my only aide-de-camp. “Sebastian, put him down.  I insist you release my subordinate immediately.” 

Sebastian tipped his head to the side and flashed a crooked grin my way. “It’s what we do, my dear.” He bared his fangs theatrically then attacked.

Claude cried out as Sebastian slowly and deliberately extracted his blood. 

My stomach tightened with a combination of fear and longing.  The fragrance was intoxicating.  “Sebastian!” I shrieked. “If you kill him you’ll never be able to retrieve the necklace.  He’s the only one who knows where it is.”  I lunged forward just as Sebastian tossed Claude at me like a broken toy. 

Claude was thrashing at my feet as he gasped for breath.  He clawed at his throat with both hands, his eyes wild with terror.  “You sonofabitch,” he said on an intake of breath.  “You bit me.”  Sebastian had clearly not taken much.  Blood flowed freely from the two puncture marks on his neck and the heady aroma flooded my nostrils. 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“You should be sorry.”  He pointed a shaky finger at Sebastian. “You need to keep that monster of yours on a shorter leash.”

“That’s not what I’m sorry for.” I dropped to my knees beside him, brushing a hand away from his throat so I could sink my teeth into the exposed flesh.

“What the…” his voice choked off as I savaged his pulsing artery. 

Claude’s heart slowed to a dull thudding as his blood flowed down my scorched throat.  It was more delectable than I could have imagined.  My entire body tingled with pleasure as I dragged his limp form into my lap to get every drop. 

“Ahem…Victoria?”  Sebastian’s voice broke through the sloshing sounds of my feeding.

I dropped his lifeless body against the floor like a wet rag and pulled myself quickly to my feet.  I gasped in horror at Claude’s ashen face then looked up to see an amused expression on Sebastian’s. “Now look what you’ve made me do!”

 

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