The Vampires' Last Sacrifice

Forgetfulness (Three)

                For the first time in a long time I didn’t care about what was right. I only knew that something had to happen; things had to change. It was alright, though, because life was precious. And when you die your life can become more so, because even through death we live on. I knew upon coming here what the result would be. However, I did it to save someone I loved. And maybe once that person is saved my life will become more precious, though I will no longer be living it directly. It was a chilling thought, but it did not scare me enough to make me change my mind. It didn’t frighten me enough to make me turn back and do as I was told.

                I was thinking those thoughts. I was until something woke me up. I had been dreaming, for sure, but my dream was empty, except for those thoughts of course. And when I woke up I faintly remembered them. Then the door opened and they were lost.

                “Good, you’re up.” Vincent was smiling and holding a tray of breakfast foods, “I was thinking after you eat we could go to the park? It’s a lovely day. It feels like Summer.”

                “That’s a great idea. Are we taking Sarah?” I had already started eating the toast on the plate.

                “We can if you’d like. It’s your day off, your highness.” I giggled at this.

                “Well had you planned on taking her?” If he had planned it for just us two then Sarah could just stay here and play with Gren.

                “No, not really, but I don’t mind.”

                “No, I’d like a day with you all to myself.” I smiled and pulled him into a kiss.

                “Your skin feels a bit cooler than it should.” He frowned.

                “I’m alright, I promise. I feel great.” And I did feel great.

                “I think you should drink before we go anywhere. Actually, we’re not going anywhere until you drink.” I sighed.

                “Can I at least finish this wonderful breakfast you made me?” I pleaded with my eyes (this was something he could not resist).

                “Fine, but promise you’ll drink after?” I nodded.

                Normally drinking wouldn’t be a big deal, I loved Vincent’s blood. But since I became pregnant I had to drink more often. This meant that I couldn’t always have Vincent’s blood. I drank from him yesterday which meant today I would have to drink human blood. It made me feel sick and I dreaded it. But I would drink because I know the baby needs it.

                “Okay hurry and finish. I’m going to go get some for you.” He kissed the top of my head before rushing out the door. Cleo jumped onto the bed beside me.

                “Hey baby girl. Are you hungry?” I asked as I rubbed her stomach. I looked on my plate and decided a little bacon wouldn’t hurt her, I didn’t like it anyway. I giggled at her but stopped shortly as I heard something from the bathroom. “Who’s there?” I called standing up from the bed.

                I walked cautiously to the bathroom door. It was open just a crack so I peeked in. The mirror had a shadow dancing on it. I let out a loud gasp and opened the door, but there was nothing there.

                “Something wrong?” I let out a scream.

                “Oh it’s you.” I breathed.