Erica Lucke Dean

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tales of the daywalkers (week 28)

Weekly Feature…Vampire Fiction Serial (Click to read week 27)

The Daywalker Chronicles

Elizabeth turned back to look at me as she ran, her long tangle of curls licking about her face like flames.

“Catch me, Victoria,” she called out as she weaved through the trees in a path toward the park.

My feet crunched against dried leaves as I managed to stay just behind her. “Lizzie, slow down,” I pleaded.

“Come on, sister. You’re not even trying,” she playfully scolded. “Don’t you remember playing tag with me in the English countryside, so many years ago? You would have never allowed me to beat you then.”

“I’m not letting you win now,” I groaned, picking up my pace to reach her side.  “I’m refusing to play…there’s quite a difference between the two.”

“If you say so,” she laughed, pushing ahead of me, again.

My feet skidded to a halt at the edge of my property, where it bordered the park, as the realization finally set it. “Why are you trying to lure me so far from the house?”

Elizabeth stopped in her tracks and spun around to face me. Her blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight as her mouth curved up at the corners. “You were always the brightest of us, Victoria.”

My eyebrows pulled together in a deep furrow as I watched my younger sister begin to twirl under the stars, a growing amusement in her expression as she tipped her face to the sky.

“What errands did you complete for Father before coming here?” I demanded.

“He asked me to contact Catherine for him.” A bubble of laughter burst past her lips and she stopped twirling. “He doesn’t want you to know where she is.” She stole a quick glance at me then began to twirl again.

“Where is she?” I asked casually.

“Oh, I don’t know where she is,” she said. “I just know how to reach her. But you know Father…he doesn’t like to take chances.” Elizabeth stopped twirling again and let herself fall against the grass, arms and legs spread out as if she was about to make snow angels.

But there wasn’t any snow.

“Surely you must know why Father is doing this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Of course, I do. But that doesn’t mean he’s confided in me. Father knows I would always take your side, Victoria. I’ve always taken your side…even against Catherine.”  

Lizzie paused for a moment and I dropped to sit beside her on the grass. “How is Catherine,” I whispered.

“She hasn’t forgiven you,” she grinned. “…for stealing her husband.”

“I would have much rather he had been meant for her.” I laughed, but I wasn’t sure I would have believed my own lie. “And you? Have you forgiven me?”

She sat up to face me. “Forgiven you? For what?”

“For marrying…for leaving you to fend for yourself.” I stared at my hands in my lap.

“Don’t be ridiculous, sister.” She took my hand in hers and squeezed. “I told you centuries ago, you were the lucky one. My feelings haven’t changed on that. Although, I suspect you don’t really love your husband, do you?”

My eyebrows rose. “Sebastian? Oh, it’s true. I wasn’t at all interested in the beginning. But after all this time, I’ll admit, I do have feelings for him…perhaps not to the degree he has for me.”

“No…you love the other one.” She grinned. “The cheeky one.”

“Let’s not talk about Claude.” I shook my head and smiled…infinitely glad I no longer had the capacity to blush. “So, tell me the truth, Elizabeth…Father didn’t ask you to lure me out here for no reason.”

“Of course, not. I was meant to bring you out here to find the amulet. He’s certain you know where it is…and he desperately wants it, Victoria. He would see us all dead to find it.”

“Why?” I jumped up and paced several steps away only to turn back to face her again. “What is so damned important about that stupid necklace?”

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know.” She pushed her curls out of her face as she stood. “You could never lie to me. Your eyes give you away every time,” she locked hers with mine. “You not only know what it does…you know where it is.”

“But why does Father want it? What does he hope to achieve?”

“True immortality, of course. He’s drunk with the idea.” Elizabeth pulled her eyes from mine to stare into the shadows. “But, I’ll warn you…there’s more.”

“More?” I fixed my gaze on her grave expression. “What?”

“Once he’s invincible, he and Catherine want to use Anne to bring mother back…and that would be a very bad idea, Victoria. Worse than you could imagine.”

“Bring mother back?” I echoed.

Elizabeth nodded faintly. “From the dead.”

It felt as if my frozen heart had lurched in my chest. “Can that even be done?” I sputtered.

Elizabeth locked her blue eyes with mine again.  “If you have the amulet…and the blood of the first.”

“We can’t let this happen, Lizzie,” I choked out.

“There’s only one thing we can do to stop it,” she said.

“I’m not going to like this, am I?”

Her bright red lips quirked into a wide smile. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

 

Until the next time…I’ll be waiting for the end…we’re only 2 weeks away!!!

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