𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 || 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

Six.

Two years later

Things had recently become problematic.

After many arguments about the topic of allowing Kai to travel to the boardwalk alone, we'd all finally come to an agreement in allowing it.

Of course not without several stipulations that someone would discretely follow him throughout the night and that he needed to check into the video store with Max every few hours.

The young boy had demanded independence and wanted to be able to go out on his own without being hovered over, and even though we'd been keeping a close eye on him, he had the illusion that he was able to go out and about every night all alone, even though he was only ten years old.

Even with his fast growing maturity and understanding, he was still a child in all ways but mentally, and despite having dealt with the group of surf nazis that had terrorized us all those years ago the night they took him and held him captive, there was always a chance that they'd strike again and once more try to take him from us.

Most nights, the boys would head off to the boardwalk to terrorize the locals as a cover up to keep an eye on the youngest member of our family, and they still found a way to have fun and keep a good distance from him to give him the illusion of independence he so desperately longed for.

All of that aside, things at home had been great.

We'd built a room for Kai in the cave so he was closer to all of us, and also to prepare for the fact that maybe, one day, he'd make the decision to join us and become a vampire.

Of course, the boy was completely unaware of that fact but we wouldn't stop him from making the decision if he wished to become like us.

Some mornings or even later in the afternoon, he would leave his own room and climb into bed with Dwayne and I or even go and sleep with one of his uncles and I felt as though the day he stopped joining us in bed would be the last remaining part of him that barley clung to his childhood leaving his body.

Even at ten years old, he was proving to be wiser than his years and acted more like an adult as each day passed and it worried me just how much longer I'd be able to snuggle with him in bed like I always had when he was a baby, playing with his hair and rubbing his cheeks as he sleeps.

I'd already gone from mama to mommy, and now mom and that was the first slice of his childhood that disappeared, from there it was 'I can do it myself', 'leave me alone', 'I've got it mom', and the most obvious one, his demand for independence in leaving the cave on his own.

"You need to stop worrying so much my love." Dwayne says as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind me, placing his head into the crook of my neck like he always has whenever I get lost in my thoughts about our son. "We knew this day would come sooner or later and sadly it's been sooner rather than later." Dwayne whispers into my ear and I lean back into him, molding myself to his front as my earlier thoughts filter away as I focus my attention on his hands on my waist.

"I know, I just wish we had more time with him. More time to experience his childhood a little more, let him be a kid some more but he seems to be growing up way faster than I thought he would." I say as Dwayne kisses my neck, the tips of his fangs lightly grazing my neck as he peppers kisses all over my neck.

"Don't worry about that now." He trails off against my neck as he teases me by dragging the tips of his fangs over my throat, getting ready to penetrate the skin at any moment without warning, which is something I've loved since I turned.