There were cracks. The house fractured and creaked under the strain of their growing family. A bed should offer comfort with a thick quilt embroidered with silk. Satin sheets are pulled tight and scented with lavender to encourage sleep. The mattress would mould itself to the body and refuse to share the movement of another person’s restlessness beside. Charlotte lay there for days. The sensations against her body were those of concrete. Salt crystallised on her cheeks, her eyes too sore for tears, remained frozen. Thoughts were fleeting, abandoned in each interruption. Cornelius needed support with his science project; the twins demanded attention, food or a bath, and Damien needed her. Wasted plasma packs and unanswered calls filled her bedside table.
Caleb threatened to open the curtains, see if she would lay there, and let the house burn with her body. Her vacant expression hurt him worse than the confession. Charlotte loved nothing, him, their children, the life before, and her life since. An empty void existed within her. Caleb never forced her to become a vampire, to reject the world of the living and embrace the darkness. She controlled the destiny, the willingness to give herself to him. Except she hadn’t. Caleb seemed to have forgotten. Charlotte chose to be with him. How Charlotte transformed came from his overwhelming desire. Uncontrolled and insatiable.
Charlotte adapted to the lifestyle easier than he had. She came to know her power over humans and to control her hunger. The Ministry preyed on this placing her in a human environment to gather intel. When the twins were born, Caleb suggested that Charlotte resign and take time for herself. His concerns for her mental well-being were growing, and he thought it for the best. He changed his mind. The woman she became with each child was void of life. Ironic for a vampire whose existence is death. He was desperate to get her out of the house, hoping the missions would give her a focus. As she lay, Charlotte had neither the energy nor the motivation.
Caleb secured the deeds to a mansion close to Vlad. It was a dark stone building in desperate need of modernisation. There were ample rooms for their brood, space to hone their skill and a dungeon with a blood-red pool. He hoped the change of environment would pull Charlotte from her internal darkness. He needed her. Caleb wanted his wife back. The naive girl he met in the city blossomed into a powerful being. Her prowess in hunting deepened his desire. For years he ignored the signs. He wrestled with the fear Charlotte had outgrown him.
Autumn kicked Caleb’s shin bringing his thoughts back to the chaos. There were rooms filled with unwashed dishes and laundry. A bizarre normalisation of his once supernatural existence. Aurora, who often sang to Damien, had disappeared. He squirmed on his mat, fascinated by the space around him. From the bedroom at the end of the hall, Aurora screamed. Gifted with speed, Caleb arrived to see Aurora hitting Charlotte. She screamed again, demanding Charlottes wake up. Aurora had suffered terrible dreams of a doll house on fire. She needed her mommy to comfort her. Charlotte had not moved, her eyes closed, and fresh tears appeared. Caleb held Aurora; the toddler reached for Charlotte, her lower lip quivering. He hoped time and space would give Charlotte a chance to heal. The problem was he struggled to attend to their four children. They needed a mother, good or indifferent. Charlotte was the one person who could be that for them.
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