Daciana: The Girl

Daciana believed if she asked someone, “Can I drink from you?” they would reject her. It seemed an unusual request. How would it work? Did the human hold out their wrist or tilt their head in a very public offering? She needed to know how the things Casimir taught echoed the real world. Daciana settled on the bar stool, observing the cinemagoers. She squinted at the colourful neon lights as they flickered. Her eyes were growing accustomed to the dark. The harshness of the fluorescent lights blinded her. The grey carpets absorbed more cola than the litre cups they served, sticky and stale. Daciana cringed as a fine thread connected shoes and carpet with each step. It sounded like someone peeling Velcro, slow and deliberate. The squelch came as the foot landed. Daciana could pick up the quietest sound, those ignored in the rush to grab snacks.

The addictive aroma of salty popcorn filled the air. It mingled with sweat, perfumes and cigarettes. Customers brought negative auras into the space. Smoke clinging to them from the outside. Bad coffee and stale beer were subtle notes adding to the sickening thick air. Daciana understood why, as children, Patrick brought them during the day. The place was fresh and aired. Yet, the carpets were the same, at least she thought they were.

Daciana twisted her ticket stub. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. They had discovered her missing. A smile crept across her face at their discovery of Luliana. The twin was deep in conversation with her invisible Prince. Daciana ignored the distractions as she locked eyes with a young woman. She wore her blonde hair braided to the left. Green eyes were nervous as she scanned the crowd for friends or a boyfriend. The phone was to her ear as she spoke to no one, no dial tone or comforting voice on the other end. She was alone, and her increasing heart rate captured Daciana’s interest.

The girl slumped against the wall hoping to blend in, disappear into safety. Tears bubbled in her eyes, her mouth tight as panic gripped. She carried herself with short steps to the toilets. Daciana moved with focus, a direct line to join the girl’s path. Hushed sobs came from the far cubicle. Daciana announced her presence, asking if everything was alright. The girl stopped, hoping her silence would make Daciana leave.

Daciana stuck her hands in the sink, watching the soapy water swirl and disappear. The girl appeared, her head bowed, avoiding eye contact. She would be uneasy prey, but Daciana believed Casimir trained her for this. In a soft voice, Daciana offered an ear to hear her pain. She inched closer to the girl, a reassuring hand on the shoulder. Daciana inhaled the girl’s scent. Strawberries, their sweet caramel aroma blended with fresh-cut grass. A subtle, rich, fruity essence of Jasmine tickled underneath. The girl turned her head. Her eyes settled in the blue whirlpools of Daciana’s focused gaze.

In control of the girl, Daciana watched as she tilted her head. Daciana ran a finger over the jugular vein. Her arms embraced with a gentle squeeze as teeth sank into the neck. Blood rushed into her mouth, spilling onto her black top and staining the soft pink dress of her victim. The girl tasted buttery and salty, the popcorn she had enjoyed with so-called friends. The strawberry aroma of her was intense and confusing for Daciana’s sensitivity. She pulled away, dropping the girl, the blood still flowing from her neck. Casimir talked about draculin, the protein that helped the blood flow from the victim. It lived in their salvia and stopped the blood from clotting.

Daciana reached in her pocket for the plaster, applying it to the wound. It was no use. Blood seeped through, pushing its way beneath the seal. Hearing voices, Daciana dragged the girl into the toilet cubicle. She applied pressure to the wound with the help of another plaster. The girl’s eyes remained closed, her lips stained pink, and a subtle blush on her cheeks. Daciana never took much notice of her victims, but she was pretty.

When the coast was clear, Daciana removed her hand relieved the bleeding had stopped. The girl groaned, moving her hand to her head. Daciana took her cue. She needed to leave before it became clear who and what she was. There was a spring in her step. This was the first time Daciana felt in control of her hunger, and her hypnotic power was a gift to treasure.

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Daciana: The Power to Leave

From the other side of her cell door, the sweet songbird voice of her blonde sister irritated Daciana. Luliana pretended she understood. She wished Daciana could hang out by the pool with her and their friends. It was hard explaining Daciana was ill and could not play with them. The door swung open, and Daciana was a million miles from the sickly child she had once been. Her dark blue eyes pooled and swirled, and Luliana silenced as Daciana approached. The vampire twin, her voice calm, entrancing, a gentle lulling. Luliana swayed. Her vision blurred, and a dreamy softness came to the world around her. Daciana continued journeying from the initial sleep phase through to a story. Princess Luliana enters the ballroom and lays eyes on her Prince. Luliana spoke, greeting him. Her mind filled in the conversation as Daciana led her sister to the safety of the bed.

This approach to Luliana helped Daciana discover her hypnotic qualities. Her voice persuades her sister to clean, complete homework, or watch a scary movie and feel no fear. Luliana remained unaware of Daciana’s control over her. With each practice session, Daciana grew stronger, encouraging her sister’s compliance. Daciana had much to prove, and drinking from her sister would not win her freedom. Casimir remained unaware of the discovered power. He taught her many, scoring her abilities and reporting this to the Ministry. Daciana understood her ability was deeper. The power of suggestion came to most vampires. It enhanced their natural gifts. Daciana believed herself lame when the flavour was her gift. Now, she could encourage her prey to eat a delicious meal, but otherwise, that gift was unimpressive.

On the first attempt, Daciana feared Luliana would laugh. Daciana asked Luliana to play a game. She stacked the sticks, placing the Llama on top. In a soft voice, catching Luliana’s eyes with hers, Daciana requested her to force the Llama to fall. Without blinking, Luliana scanned the tower, selecting a pink stick and lifting it. The tower toppled. Sticks scattered over the table, rolling to the floor. Daciana fell back laughing, asking why she threw the game. Luliana looked confused, unaware of her actions or Daciana’s request. Excitement and warmth rose in Daciana as she realised the influence she would have.

Daciana let the memory fade, returning her focus to the current plan. Luliana deepened her conversation with the Prince. Daciana leaned over, kissing her sister’s head. Giving one last glance, she closed the door. Luliana was the easy part of her escape. Casimir had hearing akin to a hawk. Daciana held her breath, light and soft across the wooden floor she crept. Hallucinations were an amazing gift. Yet, lightning speed would have her vanish into the night. Each step was agonising. Her lungs burned, eager to make the oxygen exchange. Unable to hold, Daciana let go of a controlled breath, slow and quiet. One day she would miss the sensation. Breathing to a vampire meant talking.

Daciana stepped outside, feeling the cold chill. Spring may have arrived in Newcrest, but the weather had yet, to receive the message. She pulled her jacket around her, making a beeline for the gate. No one stopped Daciana as she stepped free into the street.

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Daciana: Existence

Casimir was lukewarm to touch because of a slight tremor in his hands. The shivering was often mistaken for being of a cold disposition. As their hearts were useless after death, vampires used rapid contractions of the peripheral muscles. It helped the blood flow and digestion. The warmth from fresh human blood heated them for a short period. Thus, the Ministry of Magic forbade draining humans for this reason. Daciana failed to see how this shaky existence improved upon the human life her sister lived.

Daciana tossed the package in the bin, disgusted by its bland contents. Her un-life would be a series of plasma packs, but the memory of blood tempted her. She could feel her power over the woman as her life force flowed. Being pulled away before she could have her fill made her crave blood. Casimir locked the door of her bedroom for a week. Daciana clawed the door starving. She pounded her fists against the unyielding wood. They lost her screams of cruelty in the basement.

Daciana wanted someone to understand her pain. Casimir was like her, a half-blood, but he reprimanded her inability to gain control of her hunger. She tried, taking dainty sips of the plastic-packaged blood. His voice sounded jealous as he rebuked her lack of guilt. Daciana felt no remorse for her actions in the restaurant, at least not for the meal she enjoyed. Her pain came from the terrified members of her family.

The recent attack at the restaurant triggered Leticia. Her fear was all Daciana could sense when they were together. It stopped her from focusing on the conversation and ignited her hunting instincts. The woman at the restaurant suffered mild anemia, losing a small amount of blood to sate Daciana. What happened with Leticia, the Ministry declared as unfortunate. An unlucky occurrence that the family should be safe from in the future. The turned vampire can consume half their body weight in blood within the first few hours. It is no different for the born vampire coming into their powers. In the past, a captive human was bound and forced to await their fate. Casimir seemed almost sickened by this reference, a piece of his past he longed to forget. Daciana noted the glossy film over his brooding eyes.

He moved swiftly into the transitioned Vampires. They too consume significant blood, around two litres. It is problematic if taken from the same victim, but with training, they siphon a smaller amount. Casimir had adjusted to the plasma fruit, and human blood was a rare indulgence. Asking permission through subtle gestures allows the vampire to receive blood. An offered wrist or neck puts the human in control. This Daciana would need to learn if she is to survive in this world.

Patrick shuddered, knowing there was something Casimir held back. Daciana clenched her fists; her family feared her. What use did it serve to hide the whole truth? In rare circumstances, vampires can develop an unquenchable thirst. They were killers, unable to stop their desire to drink. The Ministry of Magic buried or destroyed all they discovered. Leticia whimpered, covering her mouth and avoiding Daciana’s gaze. Casimir raised his voice, determined to drown Daciana’s voice and make her stop. It was too late. The words left her mouth, stunning Patrick. Watching as Leticia ran from the basement.

Daciana slammed the door in Casimir’s face. He warned her not to tell her parents the truth. She was not like that. She was in control. They were holding her prisoner. There were late-night movies she wanted to watch. She could meet other teens and they could enjoy moonlight raves on the Bluffs in Windenberg. Daciana longed to discover the world as her sister could. What good are these lessons if all her life is the four walls of her windowless cell? And above all this, nothing Casimir did prepared her for the knowledge she would die.

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Daciana: What she loses

They, her parents and sister, were human. Each day they awoke, Patrick serving pancakes with lashings of maple syrup. Leticia would check the homework, offering helpful corrections. Their devoted daughter, Luliana, lapped up the attention. She thrived on sunshine, all sweetness and light, as she made friends and planned her prom night. Luliana would grow, and not from all the food she enjoyed. There would be a celebration as she marked each year as one she lived. She could lie on the beach and bronze her skin. Take picnics in the park. Luliana could worry as each year passed, seeing a wrinkle or a grey hair. Her body would tire and succumb to gravity in places she wished it hadn’t. They will together grow old and die, remembered in the Netherworld, guided by the grim reaper. Everything that made them human, Daciana was about to lose.

They had no comprehension of the changes inside. The way her body seemed to twist in on itself. Daciana felt her heartbeat slow and took fewer breaths. Casimir was blunt. He explained how she would die between her eighteen and twenty-first birthday. With a half-blood, death was not an exact science. He was three days shy of his twentieth birthday. Daciana sniggered. Because of the ashen hue of his skin and the scar he refused to explain, time since death aged him. Daciana would have guessed mid-thirties but kept that thought. Her real question was, how long had he been twenty?

Daciana watched, shielded in her cottage, envious of her sister. Luliana hung out with her friends and splashed in the pool. Life for her was carefree. She lived the fairytale life. Daciana wondered if her sister saw her as an evil presence. Every princess had someone to knock them down. Each would wait, sleep or succumb to a temporary death, awoken with a kiss. It would come from the pompous Prince Charming. She wondered if the writers considered how camp they wrote these men. The animated movies hyped the comedic value of the male hero. At the same time, gave a modern twist allowing the princesses more clout. Daciana appreciated a woman who could swing a frying pan in self-defense. It was preferable to the maid and her seven men. She was gullible, charmed by a grey hair woman and a shiny red apple. These things were not real, but Daciana knew not to accept food from strangers.

She sucked the straw, the cold metallic blood chilling her body. Daciana missed Patrick. When he cooked, the house smelt amazing. As children, they sat on the bar stools. Patrick would ask them to close their eyes, giving each a spoon. He wanted them to savour their food. Teaching them to understand how flavour influenced what they enjoyed. Luliana once ate chocolate she found on the floor. An upset stomach soon followed, and Patrick felt this was enough punishment. Daciana knew her sister would fail the taste test every time and saw her as the gullible maid. As for herself, she realised her vampiric gift had been present her whole life. She could, in a blind test, distinguish subtle changes in the sauce Patrick made. For instance, when he added cumin or coriander, nutmeg or cinnamon. Food was not something Daciana thought she would miss. As the days blurred and her stomach withered, food would become the past.

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Daciana: Dinner

Skinny blue jeans moulded themselves to her rounded figure. A black puffy-sleeved top with a sweetheart neckline borrowed from her sister. A pair of black pumps completed her look. It was the closest Daciana came to looking respectable. The one elegant dress in her wardrobe was from the wedding, and blue was not her colour. Luliana crunched the thick layer of moose in her hair. She squeezed into a short, mint green dress. A square neck and gathered across the bust. Leticia lent her a pair of low-heeled black sandals. Luliana grinned, latching onto her sister. She hated how Patrick and Casimir kept them apart. Daciana shrugged her off. In part, this was fear, her growing hunger unsated by plasma packs. She craved blood fresh from its source. The other was annoyance, Luliana was cute, in flowing dresses and colourful fabrics. The twins were the same size, about all they had in common. Daciana hated choosing clothes from her sister’s wardrobe. Patrick decided Daciana possessed nothing suitable for dinner at the Chez Llama. So here she was in the compromise of a cute top and jeans.

Daciana resented how her family hesitated before hugging her. No one trusted her to behave. When Daciana teased Luliana, threatening to bite her, it reaffirmed their fear. She tried to explain how her sister seemed blatant in her tormenting and not reprimanded. Luliana tied her hair back, wore low-cut tops and wanted to hug Daciana. It appeared to Daciana that Luliana was testing her sister’s ability and control. Luliana seemed unaware she was the intended target of Daciana rather than Leticia.

The family relaxed as the restaurant appeared empty. Casimir gave the family space, placing himself out of sight at the bar. Luliana twisted her hair in her fingers. She wondered if they served pancakes since it was all Daciana ate. The older twin turned, baring her teeth. Luliana rolled her eyes, walking past to the table. Daciana was a danger to the family, but Luliana remained convinced. Daciana would never hurt her. They were sisters and as twins, they were a bonded pair, unable to survive without each other. Daciana flinched as Patrick touched her arm. He stepped back, adding to Daciana’s frustration and anger with the situation.

The conversation and food failed to be a distraction. Daciana watched the Plasma Jane, sitting with its lime slice and a stick of olives. A human attempt to normalise and distract from what they were serving. Blood. It was cold, devoid of interest and flavour. Casimir had hoped they were in time to help Daciana enjoy meals with her family, but she refused to try. The memory of all the pain proved too much, and her stomach recoiled. Daciana wanted fresh hot blood, the taste of their last meal entertaining her senses. It was a gift she had in spades. Casimir explained many failed to pick out those finer notes. Chefs would envy her ability. If she could harness it, she could be a formidable force of good. Previous vampires with her talent had worked in kitchens and science.

Contemplating the future seemed daunting, in equal measure to the present she lived. Warm bodies filled with flavour surrounded her. Given the chance, she would take a sip from each. She scoured the restaurant observing the meals and the food they selected. The aroma’s filled her nostrils, spices, sauces, and meat. Salvia flowed, and Daciana wet her lips, pushing her tongue between them. Patrick and Eliza continued reminiscing about their teenage years. Luliana engrossed by their stories wanted her life to hold such promise. No one noticed Daicana. She felt invisible. Invincible.

Daciana tuned into the elevated heartbeats as they force-fed their ageing bodies. She watched as her prey converse about their day or flirted with their date. Silent servers glided through the restaurant delivering food and taking orders. She locked onto a conversation. The diner would need to pass on their way to the restroom. Daciana adjusted her position. Bowing her head, she used her hearing to judge the distance. The woman stepped within a few feet of Daciana. A strangled cry as pain rushed through her body. Daciana sucked as the flavour exploded in her mouth. It was a dry-aged beef with a light seasoning, cooked medium rare. Daciana could taste the cow’s grassy edge as elements of their blood remained on the meat. The human blood carried the rich buttery tenderness the woman enjoyed.

Daciana felt a force pulling her back as she gripped tighter to the delicious meal. Casimir peeled Daciana from the woman. Eliza and Scarlett lowered the woman to the ground keeping her head elevated. Daciana struggled in Casimir’s grip as he dragged her from the restaurant. Breath held, eyes widened in fear burning into her. Daciana did not care if she was a monster. Let them fear her. Leticia clutched Patrick, her life raft in this and all events. Luliana remained seated, her lips sucked into her mouth as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

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Daciana: Doing My Best

Casimir rebuffed Daciana, sending her hurtling back to the ground. She screamed at him; the pain scorching its way across her back. In this time of peace, vampires had no outlet for their powers. War was a distant memory. The rules governing their hunting of humans meant they needed other opportunities. Sparring amongst themselves was the norm. A brutal game intended to show a vampire’s superiority and gain their respect. Daciana was born into this life but was fighting the battle within herself. Casimir barked orders. He poked her soft stomach and withheld the plasma pack until she obeyed.

Her teenage body was clumsy and uncoordinated. The movies she watched as a child suggested vampiric powers gave instant abilities. They rose from their graves, complete, with superior strength and fighting abilities. Daciana brushed the dirt from her jeans. She had the strength of the straw Casimir pushed through the plastic packet. The smell rushed in through her nostrils as they flared. Her eyes widened, her mouth salivating. This human donor enjoyed chocolate. Beneath the metallic notes was a rich deep nutty aroma of dark chocolate. The blood flowed, creamy and dark red. Casimir squeezed, letting some of the liquid spill. Daciana rushed forwards, ignoring Casimir, his orders to restrain her instincts. A swift roundhouse kick sent Daciana flying into the pool.

He stood at the edge, shaking his head, lips pressed together. Daciana caught the packet as he tossed it at her. Blood spilt from the pack and dribbled on her chin. Casimir turned, walking back into the cottage. Their lesson was over for the day.

Patrick arranged for Daciana to be home-schooled. On top of her occult studies, fun seemed a distant memory. Casimir needed to prove Daciana could live amongst the humans. Her thirst concerned him. A test of her control came too soon for his liking. Daciana begged to attend a dinner with Luliana. Aunt Eliza and Scarlett took Luliana to the movies, bowling, and concerts. All activities Daciana was desperate to enjoy with her sister. Casimir suggested her jealous rage channeled itself into her training. Achievements here would yield rewards, and she would be free of his guardianship.

Casimir hated the idea. To allow an untrained vampire loose in the human world was dangerous. He refused to stand by in case Daciana overstepped the mark. The humans were walking plasma packs, easy to rip open. Despite an admission of regret for biting Leticia, Daciana had not dwelled on her actions. She struck him as someone who would not have felt the same had Leticia been unknown to her. Casimir ordered Daciana to stay in the cottage. To understand her growing powers and gain a deeper insight into herself.

Daciana ruffled her hair; this was an opportunity to prove she was in control. The fading image in the mirror was a stark reminder of her cruel fate, but nothing could stop her. Aunt Eliza called from the kitchen upstairs. Waves of laughter as Luliana giggled, retelling the lame dad jokes Patrick told them. Daciana checked her image and braced herself for the first night out in months.

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Patrick: Upstaged Matrimony

Leticia was everything, more than he deserved. Her smile gave him warmth, a fuzzy feeling at the core of his soul. Patrick swept the hair back from her neck, cupping her face. He had failed once to protect her, and he would not allow this to happen again. There was no one in the world Patrick could love, no one as accepting of his flaws as Leticia. For her, he vowed to stop leaving wet towels on the floor. There would be pancakes and delicious food from the garden to nourish her. His arms would embrace her, and his body would love her for as long as they lived.

The officiant Ryan, rested his hands, crossing in front of his waist. He gave the couple a moment to share their kiss. An excited squeal marked the official moment of ‘Husband and Wife’. Luliana exclaimed their family was complete. Her applause brought the rest of the guests on board as they cheered the happy couple. Patrick and Leticia turned to take their first steps, leading the way to the party downstairs. A voice hollered, stopping everyone in their tracks. Milly bowed her head, cheeks painful and hot. Hunter wanted to share his love for Milly on this occasion.

Since the family was all together, it seemed to him appropriate and they to should marry. Patrick’s jaw hung open, and his brow furrowed. The guests took on a similar look as Hunter dragged Milly to the alter. With murmured objection, the guests retook their seats. Hunter nodded to the officiant to begin. Ryan hesitated, unsure if he should continue, but leaned in and asked for their names.

Milly listened to the over rehearsed standard speech before another interruption. Hunter wanted the traditional vows spoken in the bygone era, a tribute to the history of the building. Like the tales of old, they came together through her family. Their love echoed the tradition this estate embodied. It represented what the world had lost in its modernisation of family roles. Hunter held her firm as he repeated his vows; to have and to hold. Like the wife was a possession and the marriage certificate proof of ownership. In sickness and health, but not it seems during childbirth. To love and to cherish; this he could manage and the part Milly held onto.

Hunter tilted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. Milly took a shaky breath, not daring to look at her family. She loved Hunter and their two beautiful children; this was the easy part of her traditional vows. A giggle slipped out as she spoke ‘to honour and to cherish’ as Hunter leaned in to remind her to use her body for this. Ryan used the modern version, omitting the obey, but Hunter was quick to correct. He shunned the officiant, telling Milly to follow him.

As she repeated, love, honour, obey, and until death we do part, she envied Leticia. This wedding lacked the personal touch granted to her and Patrick. Milly’s green crocheted dress was not the stuff of dreams. She imagined herself in a cream, traditional dress. A long flowing skirt with elaborate embroidery. The twins, who remained with a babysitter, would, in her mind, be flower pals. Luliana and Daciana would walk them down the aisle, scattering petals. Eliza would be the one to give her away at the altar. Milly wanted to memorise vows which brought a tear to the eye.

Thin lips pressed against hers, the dream shattering. No applause accompanied the ‘man and wife’ announcement making Milly’s heart sink. Hunter hovered by her side for the rest of the evening. Cheerful conversation bypassed the couple as the focus returned to Patrick and Leticia. Eliza managed a congratulatory hug. The disappointment gave her voice a sharp edge. Patrick had no words for either. His smile hid the hurt this intrusion caused as he tended to Leticia. Hunter sat proud, chin lifted and raised his glass to any who caught his eye. Milly sank into her seat. Marrying the man she loved came at the cost of her family and the shame she must now carry.

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Patrick: She’s the One

The attic, decorated in a neutral colour, was the second choice for their wedding. Surrounded by large Honduran Mahogany framed windows, the space was airy and fresh. The aisle he walked had champagne-coloured rugs lined with blue petals. Pale bronzed stands placed at the ends of oak benches boasted white roses. Two small pillars took dramatic flare. Their combination of white roses and greenery was eye-catching. The room had a floral, almost lemony scent to it.

Luliana and Daciana looked beautiful in the dusty blue dresses. The lace detail across the bust and plain skirts were the most elegant he had seen either girl wear. Luliana loved the pampering, having her long blonde hair curled and hung in a ponytail. Patrick sighed, recalling the brown hair he helped Daciana clean from the bathroom. The stylist attempted to give life to the shaggy remains, but the hair was stubborn. The short style did not suit Daciana. She sat struggling with the changes inside, reluctant to listen to another vampire. She obeyed as she watched her sister walk down the aisle, happy and giggly.

A deep V-neck champagne dress, with a flowing skirt, emphasised the fragile frame. The floral details elevated the dress, along with off-the-shoulder lace sleeves. Leticia leaned on Scarlett for support as her legs which trembled with each step. Daciana drank almost half her blood. Recovery took longer as her organs began shutting down to protect her heart. Before reaching the hospital, Leticia slipped into a coma. Uncertainty surrounded her survival. The recent cardiac assessment showed signs of heart failure. Leticia wheezed when walking. Her heart ached, pumping harder and thickening the muscle. She worried time was short and marrying Patrick was all she wanted.

Patrick held his breath, fidgeting with the tie and trying to loosen it. He was hot, tugging the collar, uncertain how Leticia felt seeing Daciana. His daughter kept a scared and tearful expression forward. Next to her, Casimir whispered, trying to calm her. Daciana still relied on oxygen until the final transformation. He asked her to take long slow breaths. It was no use. She could hear the rapid heartbeat of Leticia. Each breath brought in the faint sulfuric scent of her fear. Daciana dug her nails into her thighs, the memory of blood as it tantalised her tastebuds. Tears erupted from her eyes, but she did not move, instead focused on Casimir’s voice.

Patrick’s eyes fell on the bride, for once allowing her thick black hair to cascade around her shoulders. Leticia wanted to hide the marks Daciana made. These were a permanent reminder of that morning. Leticia had yet to come to terms with the situation. She clutched Scarlett’s arm, telling herself she was marrying the man she loved. Despite the changes in Daciana, she loved both girls. Seeing her made the heaviness in her stomach twist. Things were never to be the same. Casimir made Leticia shiver, those eyes, the way he ran his tongue against those sharp canines. Leticia needed to focus taking a deep breath, she stumbled over her dress into Patrick’s arms.

Patrick: Wedding Day

An elegant home once occupied by the Von Haunts sat at the edge of Windenberg. The family put their home into a trust with the intention everyone could enjoy its splendour. Rumours they could not afford the upkeep remained unfounded. Yet, they seem to allude to the spotlight these days. It overlooked the green lands and out towards the epeiric Sea, a body of water flowing to the North Sea. The southern windows were the reason Patrick chose this venue.

Extensive gardens invited people to immerse themselves in history. In bygone eras, this was a place for celebration. To the left was the ruins of the old stables. Patrick could imagine nobility prancing on their horses, yelling at the stable keepers. In the centre, there would be ladies in their finery, swooning over handsome men. Here everyone indulged in afternoon tea. The lawns, their topiary and roses led the way to a waterfall. Here the wedding arch where Patrick hoped to marry Leticia awaited. It could have provided a fitting tribute to his parents. Instead, another couple were standing beneath whispering their ‘I do’.

On the opposite was the maze created with bushes over six feet tall. Patrick loved hearing the rumours of young lovers escaping the eyes of their parents. Or those secret affairs with nobility and their staff? Either way, they remained lost in the maze. Patrick wanted his romance to be amongst the many this place created.

The Von Haunts Estate played host to weddings, visitors, and social events. His mother, Emilie had worked here when she first met Rylan. It was their wedding venue, complete with vampires facing death by fire. Patrick smiled and recalled his father embellishing the tale. Rylan loved to share this story as he played the hero. Patrick could not imagine a more perfect place to marry Leticia. The host led him up the elegant staircase to a bedroom with an on-suite. The deep oak furniture gave the room warmth as it cosied up with the soft fabrics. Patrick could not wait for his first night as a married man. He would lay peaceful with this around him, Leticia in his arms after months apart.

Eliza straightened the tie, brushing lint from the blue jacket. She sniffed, turning away to wipe a tear before it ruined her make-up. Her brother looked handsome. His beard trimmed, a comb through his hair, and a navy suit. It was an upgrade on jeans and beige shirt. He had them worn since Leticia was ill. The couple paired back their wedding plans, keeping attendees to a minimum. They moved the ceremony inside. This allowed Daciana and her tutor in the occult, Casimir, to be present. Patrick hoped there would be no repeats of his parent’s wedding.

The blue theme flowed throughout the décor, with a change to the bridesmaid dresses. Luliana was happy as it meant another day trying on dresses. The saddest part was having to go with Eliza for the fitting, but the day was here, and this colour made her eyes pop. She would take the aisle first, smiling at the few faces, shivering as she caught Casimir’s eye. He made her feel uncomfortable. Daciana felt the same way as she sat statue stiff beside him. Eliza and Patrick took their places by the alter as the signal came for Leticia’s arrival.

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Patrick: Will You?

Leticia watched herself in the mirror. The wounds on her neck were dark spots, tender to touch. The city noise was a reminder she was alone. Patrick stayed with the twins in Newcrest, torn over his devotion to them and her. Eliza knocked on the door. She and Scarlett were kind, allowing Leticia to intrude. Eliza recalled Charlotte’s bite and the hesitation to believe vampires exist. It made Leticia feel safe and not need to talk or explain. Daciana drank blood from Leticia. She repeated in the mirror, the words understood. In this order, they seemed alien, unreal. Leticia covered her neck, agreeing to dine with Patrick. Her body, tired and weak, struggled to stand for long periods. He rushed into the room, helping her stand, but she flinched. Leticia paused, noting how his body hunched and furrowed brow. Patrick trembled on the verge of tears, hands still reaching towards her. Taking a deep breath, Leticia placed a hand in his, accepting the help in standing.

The Salt House, situated across from the apartment block, was a tiring and silent walk. Leticia remained with her arm looped with Patrick. The difficulty he faced splitting his time, work, the twins and Leticia, the guilt weighed him down. Leticia noted the puffy eyes, heavy dark circles beneath and a reddish tint to the whites. Patrick stifled a yawn, hoping not to appear bored as they perused the menu. He wanted to ask how she was. When would she come home to him? Patrick stopped himself, a selfish need to hold the woman he loved.

The silence hung heavier as the waiter took their order. Leticia forced a smile handing the menu to him. Her eyes moved to Patrick, knowing one of them should speak. Life would be different. Leticia was unsure how she felt living so close to a vampire. Daciana was still a child, and Leticia could imagine this change must have scared her. She touched her neck as the memory surged in her mind. They would have a long road ahead if Daciana remained in their care. Patrick swallowed, his throat dry. The lump was uncompromising and remained stuck.

Leticia said, ‘We’. She wanted to come home, to be a family, but the fear in her eyes. The thought of seeing Daciana again scared Leticia. There was little comfort in knowing Patrick had moved her into the side cottage. Nothing stopped Daciana from entering the main house and devouring each of them. Leticia turned her face away as the tears flowed, angry she felt this way. She worried they were unable to help her. Daciana had not become a vampire overnight but was born one. Bringing a second Vampire into their home unnerved her further. How did either of them know this Casimir was not a radical?

Patrick touched her hand, making her jump up. The yelp ensured the whole restaurant fell silent and stared. Leticia could feel her heart pounding in her chest with a rapid rise and fall. Patrick stood embracing her trembling body, apologising for the surprise. The restaurant fell into murmurs. Patrick noted the odd glance to acknowledge who they were talking about. Ignoring them, he focused on Leticia. She meant the world to him. A life without her would be empty. He also could not send his daughter away. Patrick would not abandon Daciana as her parents did.

He dropped to his knees, promising to do everything to protect her. Leticia had every right to give him an ultimatum. To ask him to choose between his daughters and love. Patrick had one question for Leticia, whether it be soon or in the future. ‘Will you still marry me?’

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