the blood of the first (week 4)

Weekly Vampire Serial Fiction.

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

The quiet is deafening. I actually hear the molecules moving in the stagnant air…the mold growing on the walls…my veins desiccating.

How long have I been in the cellar? How long will they leave me here?

The floors above me creak. They haven’t gone yet, but I know it won’t be long before they do. Time means nothing to me down here. Perhaps they’ve gone and already come back.

I hear footsteps approaching and a surge of hope fills me. The latches click and the lid opens. It’s Sebastian. I would know his scent anywhere.

“I miss you,” he whispers.

I miss you too. I want to tell him, but I have no voice. Inside, I laugh. I can’t imagine ever actually telling Sebastian I miss him, and yet, in truth I do. At this moment I miss him desperately.

“I don’t know if you can hear me,” he says. “We’re going to find Anne. If we don’t at least save her it won’t matter what else we do…we’ll be doomed.”

His fingers brush the side of my face.

“I don’t want to leave you. I argued with the others, but I can’t deny their logic. If you can’t take the serum then you can’t be in the daylight, and we can’t protect you out there. You won’t be safe with us.” His voice cracks on those last words. “We will come back as soon as we find her.”

Anne? Why did it have to be Anne?

I’m not jealous. Of course, I’m not. I was never jealous of her. I just never trusted her. Not since that first time he went to see her…on our wedding night.


“Where have you been?” My voice trembled. Father had already told me where he’d gone.

Sebastian smiled at me, cupping my cheek with his hand. “You needn’t worry about such things my sweet. I’ve come back to you, and that’s all that matters.” He brushed his lips against mine and turned to walk away.

“You’ve gone to see her?” I didn’t know why I cared. Ours wasn’t a marriage of great affection. But as my husband, could he not at least attempt to show me some respect?

“It was a business matter, Victoria,” he snapped. “Nothing more.”

I jutted my chin out, pressing my hands into my hips. “What business do you have with a former lover?”

Anger flared in his eyes and I watched as Sebastian reigned in his rage at my accusations. “Since when do you care about my lovers, former or otherwise?”

I withered under his glare.

“I was under the impression you had no feelings for me….yet,” he added softly.

“I’m your w-wife,” I stammered, tracing the pattern on the rug with my eyes.

Sebastian tipped my chin up and his eyes held me frozen in place. “And as my wife, you have no competition. I’ve assured you that many times now. But I have business with Anne. She’s my maker, as I am yours. It is a connection that cannot be severed.” He whispered his lips against my forehead. “No matter how much we may wish it so.”

I nodded awkwardly, my chin still in his grasp, and struggled to find my voice. “What is Anne to my father?”

“A novelty. As far as I can tell.”

“I’ve seen her before…before coming here.”

Sebastian froze, his fingers digging into my face, uncomfortably. “When? Where?”

“At our estate. My sister, Lizzie and I found a carriage beyond the stables. It was overgrown with weeds, and the windows were coated with mud. We…” I paused, thinking back to that day when father chased us across the field and punished us for our curiosity. “We peered inside and found a black coffin. Father was displeased that we had approached it. We were forbidden to go near it again.”

“So, of course, you did?”

I smiled. “Yes. At dusk. The moon was bright that night as we crossed the field, it was almost as bright as day. We watched from the safety of the tall grasses as a beautiful woman stepped out of the carriage. We didn’t see her come from the coffin, but where else could she have been? He never spoke of it again. It colored my dreams until…” I trailed off.


“Until I had new nightmares to replace it…until I came here.”

“And did you ever discover what business Anne had with your father then?”

I shook my head.

“It can only be trouble, Victoria. Whatever your father is to Anne…it can only be trouble.”

“And what are you to Anne?” I asked, tracing the patterns in the rug, again.

He tipped my face up again. “I need to know what business your father has with Anne. Before it’s too late.”

My eyes widened. “Do you think my father’s in danger?”

“It’s not your father I’m worried about.”


“I need to go, Victoria. But I promise I’ll come back for you. No matter how long it takes.” I hear the aching in his voice.

The latches click again and I know he’s sealed me inside. I count his footsteps until the sound is drowned out by the molecules again. I strain to hear Sebastian…or Claude…or Lizzie. But all I hear is the distant rumble of a car starting, and then nothing but the stagnant air and the mold and my withering veins to keep me company.

Until they return.


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Posted on May 14, 2012 .