A New Meaning to the Night

Chapter Fourteen: Grandma's Visit

"Her eyes glowed?" William repeated, eyes wide in surprise. "Are you absolutely certain?"

"Of course I'm certain," Damien snapped, running a hand through his hair. "All the lights in the damn building exploded and her eyes glowed. That's not supposed to happen, she has ten months until she turns, what the hell, William?"

William looked intrigued. "I've never heard of this happening before, but then...she's the first witch vampire. Added to that, it may have been caused by her taking on the pain of the change when Cori transitioned."

"I don't like this. If her grandmother─"

"If her grandmother came to visit her, Samantha would grow suspicious," William interrupted. "We'll need to inform Cori of what has happened and have her call Rebecca. We aren't even supposed to be aware of her existence. You will have to get in touch with Cori and tell her of these new complications."

Furrowing his brows, he gave William a confused look, "Why can't you tell her?"

"Because it was you who witnessed it," William snapped. He didn't think it pertinent to add that she had effectively blocked him from her mind and refused to speak. Damien took the given reason with a satisfied shrug and did as he was directed. "Cori, we need to talk about Sam." 

***

Kaitlyn sat in Belinda's living room, stiff-shouldered and resentful. "I've come to ask you for a favor."

Belinda set a pot of tea on the coffee table between the two of them and smiled. "You've lived a very exciting life, haven't you Kaitlyn? Leaving your family and coven at the tender age of eighteen in order to join a group of Slayers. You were there with them when the werewolves very nearly declared war on Slayers, met and married the very powerful and well-respected Derek Burton only to have him taken from you prematurely. Now you've married─"

"I hardly see how any of this is relevant to the reason I'm here," Kaitlyn snapped.

Belinda leaned forward, her amber eyes friendly and unwavering. "Everything you've done is relevant to the reason you're here. My aunt has been in touch. Serenity, you remember her, don't you?"

Irritation made way for unease, and Kaitlyn regarded Belinda with a wary look. "I do."

"She's been having some visions, as I'm sure you could have guessed. There's a great deal in store for your daughter."

Fear nearly choked her, "Is she safe?"

Belinda gave her a sympathetic smile, "That would be a better question for Aunt Serenity, of course. She told me you would be coming, and that you wouldn't know for sure if you should ask for our help. Of course, you should." 

Standing up from her seat, Belinda went into her dining room and came out with her crystal ball. "I'm not as gifted with the vision as my aunt," she said by way of apology. Setting it on the table between them, the inside of the ball became foggy before the image of a man with dark blue eyes and a satisfied smirk appeared, pulling a young girl, full of tears towards him. There was a flash of fangs and then he'd sunk them into her throat. "This was two years ago," Belinda informed Kaitlyn in a sad tone. "She wasn't the first or last witch Jacob has killed for a few measly moments of power."

"A power surge that would last him barely a day," Kaitlyn stated in disgust, looking away from the image, the lighting above their head flickered. "He should've been killed long before now."

Belinda gave Kaitlyn a sharp look, "You know that that is not something we like to condone, but he does need to be dealt with. We generally prefer to keep out of the affairs of immortals, however, we would stand by you for this. By Samantha."