Weekly Vampire Serial Fiction.
The Daywalker Chronicles, Season 2. The Blood of the First.
“Did you give her a kiss goodbye?” Elizabeth asked Sebastian, her lips twitching with a suppressed smile. It was obvious she was trying to lighten the mood. I had to give it to her. The girl was nothing like her sister. I felt sure Victoria would have maintained a more somber façade, under the circumstances.
Sebastian blinked at her, his face unreadable. “Can we just go?” He was holding something back.
With one last look around the foyer, I closed and locked the door behind us as Sebastian slid into the driver’s seat of his car, and the engine roared to life. I tried to let it go, but something I’d seen in his eyes bothered me. I had to ask.
“You were down there for quite a while. What the hell were you doing?”
“Will you never learn? What I do with my wife is none of your damned business,” he growled.
I paused, letting his words sink in. Of course, I read far more into it than he probably intended. “Dude, that’s just sick.” I interjected with a smirk, then instantly regretted it. The image of Sebastian crawling into the coffin with Victoria made my blood run cold.
“Just get in the fucking car.” Sebastian’s scowl told me he agreed with the sentiment. “I should rip your head off, but since I may need to sacrifice you at some point in the near future, I’ll pass.”
“Do you two always do this?” Lizzie asked as she climbed into the passenger seat.
“This?” I mused.
“This back and forth dance you do.” She wagged her finger between the two of us.
“Trust me, my dance card is full.” I smiled. “It has been since the day I met your sister, in fact.”
“Why do I have to go to bed? It’s not even morning yet,” I whined at her…my new mother. A woman I barely knew and yet, I felt as if I knew her better than anyone else.
“Because, I need you to go to sleep before I go to bed.” She smiled at me. Her smile was always so stiff…she never showed her teeth.
“Will you punish me if I don’t go to sleep? Papa said you would bite if I was bad.”
She threw back her head and laughed, but I could see tears form at the corners of her eyes. “Your Papa was joking, Claude. I won’t bite you.”
“What if I wanted you to bite me?” I whispered. I was old enough to know what happened when Victoria bit someone. I paid attention.
Her smile vanished. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Now go to sleep,” she ordered, pulling back the covers on my bed.
I looked over her shoulder at the shiny white box where she slept each day. “Can I sleep with you?”
“No.” She shook her head and scooped me up, tucking me under my blanket.
“Why? Papa let me sleep in his bed when I was frightened.”
Victoria’s eyes softened and she smiled again. “You have nothing to be frightened of.”
“You don’t know that,” I breathed, thinking back to the day Papa died. There was so much out there to be frightened of.
She wiped a tear from her cheek then pulled the covers up to my chin. “As long as I’m sleeping, you have nothing to be afraid of.”
“Did you love my Papa?”
I sat up then, reaching up to wrap my arms around her neck as tightly as I could. Her skin was cold, but I didn’t care. I loved her and I knew she would always watch out for me. “Goodnight Victoria.”
And one day I would watch over her.
Until the next time…I’ll be working on week 6