Erica Lucke Dean

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the blood of the first (week 3)

Weekly Vampire Serial Fiction.

The Daywalker ChroniclesThe Daywalker Chronicles, Season 2. The Blood of the First.

“Sebastian,” her child-like voice purred. Golden hair floated around her face making her features glow as if lit by the sun, though it was the middle of the night.

The cavernous room was stark, having been stripped of all decoration decades earlier…every piece of furniture hidden beneath white slips. Dark shadows danced across smoky walls as candles burned from every corner.

“You came back.” She ran the tips of her fingers across his shoulders as she stepped around to face him.

“Anne.” Sebastian grasped her errant hand and bent gracefully, never taking his eyes from hers, as he brought her cool fingers to his lips for a kiss. “Lovely as always.”

“Hmmm.” She pouted. “Flattery doesn’t suit you.”

“You would prefer this?” Sebastian’s eyes darkened as he twisted Anne’s arm to sink his teeth into her wrist.

Her musical laughter filled the room. “Yes. Now that would be the Sebastian I remember.” Anne pulled her hand from his grasp and licked her skin clean. “Always such a naughty boy.”

“You taught me well.”

“Yes, I did.” Anne sucked on the open wound on her arm until the holes closed. “What brings you to visit me, Sebastian? Does your wife know you’ve come to pay a call on a former lover?” Mischief danced in her eyes as she said the word lover, and he felt it in his groin.

“No, she doesn’t,” He frowned. “And I would appreciate it if she never did.”

“Of course, you would. But you haven’t answered my question. What brings you to me?” Anne reached up to wipe a drop of her blood from Sebastian’s lips. “Have you missed my taste?” She put her finger in her mouth. “Mmm. So sweet, am I right?”

A slow smile spread across his face. “Very sweet. But that’s not why I’m here.”

“I was afraid of that.” Her shoulders sagged briefly, and then she pulled herself abruptly to her full height. “What then? Why are you here?”

“Victoria’s father has been to see you?” He already knew the answer, and it concerned him deeply. He never should have agreed to turn Thomas.

“Ah, dear Thomas. Yes, he has visited me. Several times now. Although, I should say, I’m not as fond of him as you. But he does have his, shall we say…skills?” Anne’s musical laughter echoed off the walls again.

“I would rather you didn’t see him again,” Sebastian warned.

Anne’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re telling me who I can or cannot see? Sebastian, even you couldn’t be so foolish.”

“He has ulterior motives.” Sebastian murmured, cupping Anne’s cheek. “I fear he may be a danger to you.”

“A danger to me? Me?” She shook off his hand. “Surely you’re joking.”

“I would never joke about your safety.” Sebastian looked around, assessing the room. “The house has been boarded up for decades. You have no one to watch over you while you sleep.”

“And while I sleep, so does Thomas,” she hissed. “But…” She smiled. Her voice light again. “I will certainly be wary…if you think it’s warranted.”

“Yes. I do.”

Anne wandered to a dark window, inspecting a smudge on the glass. “She’s changed you. Victoria.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, I think so.” Her eyes met his across the room and the connection held him in his place. “I fear she will be your undoing.”

“Or perhaps I will be hers.”

“No.” A ghost of a smile touched her lips. “You haven’t captured her heart as she has yours. Perhaps you should just cut it out now and hand it to her on a plate. It would save time…I sense she will have it ripped from your chest either way.”

“Jealous?” Sebastian snapped.

This time Anne threw her head back and roared with laughter. “Jealous? Me? You have forgotten yourself…and you have certainly forgotten me if you think I could ever be jealous of anyone. Certainly not an inexperienced girl you barely know. You will come back to me one day, Sebastian.”

“No, Anne. I won’t be back. But I wish you well. I shall always wish you well.”

Anne glided to the center of the room and placed her hand against Sebastian’s cheek, gazing at him with pity in her eyes. “It may be centuries from now, but you will be back. And I will delight in reminding you of this moment in time.”

“Goodbye, Anne.”

“Until we meet again, my love.”

***

“Sebastian?”

He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and stared into Elizabeth’s familiar face.

“Did you hear what I said?” Elizabeth said slowly, as if speaking to a child.

“What?” Sebastian asked.

Her forehead creased as she frowned at him. “I asked if you thought Anne will be happy to see you.”

“I have no doubt.”

Until the next time…I’ll be working on week 4 

 

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