the blood of the first (week 8)
Weekly Vampire Serial Fiction
“Are we there yet?” Elizabeth sang out for the fourth time in the past half hour. She was practically bouncing in her seat like a child.
I wondered how long it would be before Sebastian threatened to kill her. I was surprised he hadn’t yet, to be honest. His restraint was impressive…for him. Victoria would have been proud. Or suspicious. You could never really tell with him. I would have loved to have a ring side seat for his internal monologue.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the wheel and growled at her. “So help me, Elizabeth. I’m going to tear your throat out if you ask me again.”
“Does that answer your question?” I laughed, answering both her question and my own.
“You need to lighten up, Sebastian.” Lizzie wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her lips to his cheek. “Victoria wouldn’t want us to be all doom and gloom, you know.” I often wondered if she knew her sister at all.
If the roles had been reversed, Victoria would have been knotted up with worry for her sister, not playing travel games. She certainly wouldn’t be antagonizing Sebastian…not intentionally anyway. He was always so easy to antagonize.
I pulled myself forward and leaned into the space between them to whisper in her ear. “He doesn’t do light.”
Lizzie glared at me. “Don’t spoil my fun, Claude.”
Sebastian’s jaw flexed. “Need I remind you both we’re not this trip for the fun of it? We’re trying to save Victoria’s life…and our own, for that matter.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, we know why we’re on this trip. I think Lizzie’s just trying to lighten our moods a bit.” I shifted my glare to her. “As misguided as she may be, I’m sure her cold, dead heart is in the right place. Right Lizzie?”
Sebastian stared at the dark road ahead of him. “I’d rather not lighten my mood, if it’s all the same to you.”
I ruffled Lizzie’s hair. “What did I say? He doesn’t do light.”
I knew all about Sebastian’s dark side. I would have thought Lizzie knew more than me. But the more I got to know her the more I realized, she didn’t seem to care. She had her own agenda, and if saving her sister fit into it, all the better.
“Well, you’re no fun. Either of you.” She huffed, switching on the satellite radio and flipping through the dial until she settled on a seventies station.
“Elton John?” I laughed and she smiled.
It was fitting, I suppose. It was the song he wrote for Victoria. She would have gotten a kick out of the irony, I was sure.
My eyes panned the horizon trying to figure out exactly where we were, and I resisted the urge to ask if we were there yet. I figured I’d better not push Sebastian over the edge just yet. It would likely be hours before we reached our destination, and who knows how many more after that before we found what we were looking for. I only hoped Lizzie was up to the job. Staking her psychotic vampire father was one thing, but would she have the stomach to stake her oldest sister if it came to that? And would it come to that? Too much was up in the air.
I was getting hungry. And despite myself, I was regretting passing on that last meal. Like I said before, it was going to be a long fucking trip.