tales of the daywalkers (week 23)

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The Daywalker Chronicles

A sudden change in the wind blew another storm overhead. Behind the clouds, the horizon glowed orange as day faded into evening. I pinned Claude between my body and a huge oak tree on the edge of the park. In another life, I would have prayed…

“Please tell me you didn’t burn my love letter.” I blinked against fresh rain as my eyes pleaded with Claude.

His face was expressionless. “I didn’t burn your love letter.”

“Claude, you’re lying!” I shoved him hard against the tree.

With a laugh, he straightened and brushed himself off.  “Hey, you said don’t tell you.”

“Just tell me why…why would you burn that letter? Of all the things to burn…” I paced along the edge of the park, my hands knotted into my hair.

“I would have much rather burned Sebastian, but he wasn’t available.” Claude smirked, clearly amused by the situation.

I was not amused.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done? I don’t even want to know how you found the letter…Sebastian is going to kill you.” I waved my finger in his face. “And I’m not sure I want to stop him this time.”

Claude leaned against the tree. He crossed his arms in front of him and shook his head. “I burned a love letter, Victoria. A love letter from the insolent fool who stuck his fangs in every warm body he met. Hardly a tragedy.”

My fangs slid out almost painfully. It was all I could do not to plunge them into Claude’s throat as I snarled at him. “No, you burned the key to the amulet.”

Claude’s mouth fell open and he blinked at me.

My mouth quirked up into a sardonic smile. “You heard me right. You burned the key to the amulet.  A message was woven into that stupid love letter.”

“A message? About the amulet?” Claude muttered to himself.

“Haven’t you been listening to me? Sebastian worked a key to solving the amulet into the love letter…for safe keeping I imagine. I didn’t ask his motives. My father wants the amulet and he has an interesting insurance policy. Either Sebastian produces the necklace, or he dies.”

A wide smile cracked Claude’s stony countenance. “Perfect. Why didn’t you say so right away?”

My eyes narrowed and I pressed my lips together to keep my fangs from popping out again.

“What?” Claude scrutinized my expression. “You act like that’s a bad thing. He’s been nothing but trouble since he showed up.”

I let out the breath I was holding. “You don’t get it. Sebastian is my maker. If he goes to dust, I go with him.”

Claude pushed away from the tree into a defensive stance…slightly crouched, eyes darting about, fangs exposed.  A guttural snarl ripped from his chest. “What?”

“Sebastian thinks the only way to beat my father is to find the amulet before he does and invoke its power…whatever that is. But you…” I poked him in his chest again, “burned that damn letter.”

“I didn’t know.” Claude dropped his eyes to the ground.

I sank down at the base of the tree, ignoring the moisture seeping into my clothes. “That makes two of us. I didn’t even know the letter existed…I mean, I knew it did at one time. I had no idea it was of any importance beyond the initial seduction. I never bothered to read it.”

“And Sebastian thinks the only way to beat your father is to find the amulet and use it against him?” Claude asked solemnly.

I nodded.

“And he would need the letter?”

“The letter you burned.” I reminded him.

“Right…the letter I burned.” Claude rolled his eyes.


“What if I told you I still had the letter?”

“I saw you burn it.”

“But what if I still had it.”

“If you still had it…” I pulled myself to standing. “What are you saying?”

“I read the letter Victoria. I read it until it was etched into my brain…until I see it when I close my eyes. I may have burned the paper, but I will never forget the words on the page.”


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Posted on January 29, 2012 .