But, I love you more (Vampire Series - Book 3)

Chapter 3

"Persephone!" Kit called. They blinked their eyes open, looking around. They were on the couch of their apartment, Kit running through the front door with an excited grin.

"Hey sweetheart, what's up?" They asked.

"I have discovered the most delightful anecdote in this book you procured! It discusses the expansion of locomotives in the west after my entrapment!" Kit gave them that wide, happy smile, eyes shining. They held their arms out.

"Well come show me, don't leave me hanging," they said fondly. Kit came over, crawling onto the couch and giving them a sweet kiss. He spun them around so Persephone was on his chest, and they got comfortable against the cool skin with a smile while he rattled off passages from the book he was holding. His voice was soft but excitable, and Persephone fell into the familiar rumble in his chest as he spoke. Their eyes drifted shut with a content smile on their face as they listened. The rumbling slowed to a stop, and Persephone assumed he'd gone back to reading until he suddenly jerked.

"Oh dear," they sat up, gasping at the dagger in his chest. They watched the light leave his eyes, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

"Kit?" They shook his shoulder, no response. The book thudded and they were suddenly back in the basement. Kit's body was unmoving in the chains that held him to the wall, getting further and further away from them. "Kit! KIT!"

"KIT!" Persephone sat up, screaming and reaching out. The sun had set again, and they were alone in the room. The door opened up quickly, Stefan running in.

"Hey, it's okay, it's just a nightmare," he said gently, coming over to them. "What happened?" They just shook their head.

"Nothing- it- you can go back to-" they were gonna say 'sleep' before remembering he didn't do that. "-whatever it is you do to kill time at night."

"I watch turkey farmer videos," Stefan said with a small smile. "You caught me in the middle of a rather funny one, the turkey was chasing around the farmer. It reminds me of a simpler time."

"I think Eloisa mentioned that once," they said, as Princess yowled for attention. Stefan scratched the top of her head.

"Our farm in Mogotavo was not large or prosperous, but it fed and clothed us. I miss the long days in the sun spent grazing the flock. Eloisa won't admit it, but she misses it too. Feeding the turkeys, tending to our small home, grinding up corn for masa and flour. Remind me to tell you some stories sometime," he brushed some hair from their face gently. "If you're not going to get any more sleep, you're welcome to come hang out with me in the living room. Daniella's busy, so it's just me."

"I already disturbed everyone once, I don't want to do it again. Never know when one of your littles will call you looking for something," trying to play it cool.

"They're asleep, it's past their bedtime," he answered. "Just let me know if you need anything. Vic should be back on her way up, she just got up for some water," he kissed the top of their head and slipped back out. A few minutes later, Vic came in with a glass.

"Hey, sorry. I brought you some. You okay?" She asked softly, sitting on the bed and passing Persephone the glass.

"Yeah- just a bad dream," they said softly. "Thank you."

"No problem," she responded. "Did you wanna talk about it or did you wanna ignore it?"

"Kind of wanted to ignore it for now. Just dreams about dead people- can't do anything about those," they said, taking a few sips of water. Vic nodded, getting comfortable again.

"I dreamed about my mom a lot after she was killed. I can understand wanting to ignore it. We can watch a movie or something if you want? Might as well use this nice projector screen," she tried to joke.