Erica Lucke Dean

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the blood of the first (week 10)

Weekly Vampire Serial Fiction.

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

the daywalker chroniclesThe line rang several times before going to voice mail. “Damn it!” Catherine launched her phone into the soft cushions of the iron bed then stalked over to pick it up again. “Where are you father?” She’d already left several messages and time was running out.

Catherine ran a slender finger over the lid of the black coffin, creating a new trail in the dust. “You’d better hope he calls me soon, Anne,” she cooed. “I’d really rather not kill you if I don’t have to…but I will. Oh, yes I will.”

She had resigned herself to the possibility of ending Anne’s suffering as her father had ordered. She would allow for phone trouble…goodness knows she’d had her share of signal failures all the way out here…her father could easily be in an area without service. But he had left strict instructions. No more than a few days without contact. She couldn’t go against her father’s wishes. Not for long. He would know.

And that would be bad.

Catherine stared at the blank screen on her phone, willing it to ring until she could no longer stand it.

“Well, I’d love to keep you company, but I’m famished, and it’s finally dark, so…” she trailed off, wiping the dust from her finger onto the front of her jeans. “You wouldn’t deny me a chance to feed, would you, Anne?” Catherine let out a deep throaty laugh. “Of course, you wouldn’t. If you were able, you’d climb over my dead body to get to the outside to feed. You must be so hungry…I can’t imagine it.” Her lips spread into a sardonic smile. “Thankfully, I don’t have to.”

She never liked Anne. Anne was worse than Victoria. Her sister never really wanted Sebastian. Anne did. Victoria was forced into the marriage that should have rightly been Catherine’s. But Anne wanted it. Or rather, Anne wanted Sebastian, and if she’d been given the chance, she would have taken him too. If her father hadn’t stepped in when he did.

“Would he even want you if he could see you now?” Catherine leaned her face as close to the lid as possible without touching it. “The effects of desiccation aren’t pretty. And neither are you…not anymore.”

The hinges protested as Catherine slammed the basement door. The sounds in the dilapidated farmhouse would have frightened her, once upon a time. Not anymore. She actually found the groans and creaks oddly soothing. But it would be nice to be away from the isolation for a while. She longed to be in a crowd…to feel the pulse of life beating all around her. She would find someone to feed on. Maybe two. Then she would return to the farmhouse and await her father’s return. It couldn’t be long now.

The phone in her hand vibrated before shrieking with the familiar ring tone.

“Hello, Father?” she snapped.

“Catherine?”

“Lizzie? Is that you? Where’s Father?”

“He asked me to call you. He’s had an argument with Victoria, and now he’s gone after her. You know our stubborn sister…she likes to run off when she’s angry.” Lizzie giggled. “Not to worry. Father has asked me to come to you…I’ll be there soon and we can deal with Anne together.”

Catherine shook her head slowly. “Father was very specific with his instructions, Lizzie. I can’t go against him without speaking to him directly.”

“He said you’d say that,” Lizzie laughed. “Always so quick to do his bidding. Not to worry, sister. You’ll see. When I arrive, we can call him together. I’m certain he would want you with him, wherever he is.”

Slowly…cautiously…Catherine nodded. “I look forward to seeing you, sister. It’s been too long.”

“It has. And Catherine?”

“Yes?”

“I’m bringing you a surprise. Something you’ve always wanted. I can’t wait to see your face when I get there.” Lizzie laughed heartily and an icy sensation settled deep in Catherine’s belly.

“I can’t wait.”

 

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