tales of the daywalkers finale (part 1)

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The Daywalker Chronicles

Tonight’s Daywalkers is part one of the finale. If you have enjoyed this series, please leave comments below and based on the response, I will hurry to start “season 2” of the Daywalker Chronicles…The Blood of the First. Until then, enjoy part one and come back tomorrow night for part two!

“We need to get back.” I glanced at the sky as I pulled myself to standing. It was still dark, but it wouldn’t be for long.

Elizabeth shook her head, sending fiery curls across her shoulders. “I need to tell you what happened to mother.”

“I’m not sure I want to know.”

“It was horrible Victoria. Simply horrible. Of course, Catherine blames you.”

“Me?” My voice echoed through the trees and I quickly lowered it to a whisper. “I wasn’t there. I had no knowledge of what happened. How is any of this my fault?”

“Catherine feels as if things would have ended much differently had she been chosen to marry the vampire…that perhaps she would have been able to convince him to change us rather than Father.”

“Convince Sebastian? I had no idea what Father had planned. He never spoke of it in front of me. I don’t know if even Sebastian was aware. He certainly never said anything about it to me. Not for two hundred years.”

“Well…Father said Sebastian refused his pleas to change us, so he had to attempt it himself. And Mother insisted he change her first…in case something went wrong.” Lizzie lowered her eyes.

“I had no idea, Lizzie. I wish I’d known. I would have…” I paused, brushing her hair from her face. “I don’t know what I would have done. I’m certain I would have tried to stop Father…somehow.”

“What’s done is done…or so I thought.” Lizzie raised her face to mine and I saw an unfamiliar darkness lurking there.

“The amulet?”

She nodded. “We can’t let him have it.”

“Come…hurry.” I glanced at the night sky again, quickly calculating the time left before sunrise. “We need to get back to the house.”

* * * 

Their voices accosted me before I’d even stepped through the door.

“I was being careful,” Claude growled.

“If you call that careful,” Sebastian argued. “I’d hate to see you being careless.”

“The vials are too thin.”

“Your fingers are as thick as your skull.”

“Would you rather do this yourself?”

Lizzie strode through the door in front of me, her hands over her ears. “Would you two please stop your incessant bickering? If I didn’t know better I’d assume you were the married couple in the room,” she laughed, hopping onto the counter and snatching a vial of tonic from the rack in one fluid motion. “Is this the formula Father’s been talking about?”

“Don’t touch that,” Claude gingerly pulled the vial from her fingers and placed it back into the small metal rack. “It needs to cool.”

“I need to speak with you,” I murmured, catching Claude’s attention.

“Meet me in the A666?” Claude asked with a grin, and Lizzie arched an eyebrow in my direction when I nodded.

“Here.” Claude handed the empty vials to Sebastian. “I leave these in your capable hands. Don’t blow up the house.”

“Wait,” Sebastian called after us as we turned to go. He pressed two cool vials into my palm and folded my fingers around them. “Drink this first.” Then he kissed me.

“What about Lizzie,” I breathed against his lips.

“I’ll take care of her,” he promised. “Now go. Get the amulet, before it’s too late.”

Claude tugged me toward the stairs but I couldn’t tear my eyes from Sebastian as I went. His life would hang in the balance if this went wrong. So would mine…but I had a plan. One I hadn’t shared with anyone yet.

* * *

I quickly climbed into the casket, pouring the contents of the vial down my throat with a shudder.

“We need to hurry,” I said, and handed Claude the second dose. “Where is it?” I asked as soon as the lid was down.

“Unzip my pants.”

An involuntary giggle bubbled past my lips. “We really don’t have time for that right now.”

“Sadly, I agree…but do it anyway.”

My fingers carefully made their way to the fly of his trousers, sliding the zipper down slowly. “I’m afraid to ask.”

“Reach behind the front flap…carefully,” he cautioned.

I did as he instructed and felt…something. “That’s not…”

“Again…sadly, no.” I heard the smile in his voice. “But it certainly gives the phrase family jewels a new meaning for me.”

I laughed. “That deserves far more thanks than I have time for right now.”

He cupped my cheek in his hand. “I’ll remind you later.”

“I know you will,” I smiled, and lay my forehead against his. “This could end badly.”

“It won’t.”

“I need you to promise to watch over my sister if it does.”

He shook his head. “Don’t even think that way…you’ll be fine.”

“You can’t know that.”

“The only thing I can’t do is suffer through eternity without you.” His cool lips smashed against mine in a desperate kiss that broke off far too soon for either of us.

“How long before the sun rises?”

Claude kissed me again…this time gently. “I know what you’re planning, and I can’t let you do that.”

“How long?”


“I’ll be fine, remember? You said so yourself.”

“You have no idea what that jewel does when the sun hits it.”

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”


Until the next time…I’ll be prepping part 2 of the finale! 

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Posted on March 18, 2012 .