Vampire Residence

XXVII

A week had passed since Morgana's little display with her father. The night was the same as the one from the week before- quiet, cold, still. A handful of snowflakes were fluttering slowly down through the night sky, gently resting on the cold stone of the rooftops as Daciana led her through the dark streets of one of London's wealthiest districts.

It was late- likely around two or three o'clock- and at this time of night, these streets were mostly quiet. Very few carriages passed by, and the only real sounds were the crunching of gravel and snow beneath their feet.

"Almost there," Daciana murmured, their footsteps sounding unusually loud in the otherwise silent night. She stopped suddenly, gesturing for Morgana to come to a halt, her eyes fixed on the dark shape of a large house.

"Here," she said quietly, the words little more than a whispered hiss in the night air as she turned to the large mansion in front of them.

"Ready?" She muttered, turning to glance at Morgana again. The girl's expression was difficult to read in the dark, but there was a hint of something- determination, excitement, even relief- on her face.

"Ready," Morgana replied quietly, almost a whisper. Her eyes were fixed on the house in front of her, her expression determined. She was ready.

A faint smile played on Daciana's lips, a slight sense of almost smug satisfaction crossing her face. This was the moment she'd been waiting for since she had first entered that sad little bakery.

"Follow."

She began to make her way toward the house, her footsteps almost silent even against the gravel of the street, though now she moved a little less carefully than usual as she made her way up the walk.

They soon made their way to the front door, which was still firmly shut. Daciana gave one last glance over her shoulder, making sure Morgana was still following right behind before she raised her fist to knock on the door.

The sound of the knock was surprisingly loud, echoing through the night air, a hollow sort of sound. For a few tense seconds, there was silence, before the faint, muffled sound of footsteps was heard from behind the door.

"I'm coming, I'm co-"

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a wide-eyed woman with orange hair and sharp teeth just like Daci's.

The redhead woman just stood frozen in the doorway for a few seconds, her eyes wide, taking in the two women on the doorstep.

"Daci...? What are you-"

Before she could say anymore, Daciana cut her off, quickly scooping her into her arms.

"I brought a surprise," she said proudly. She pulled the woman closer, burying her face in the crook of her neck for a few seconds.

The other woman, Eleanor, still seemed somewhat confused, but at the same time, it seemed like her surprise was somewhat tinged with a kind of affection- for Daciana, at least. Her eyes drifted down to Morgana for a few moments, her expression still somewhat wary.

Daciana looked up at Morgana for a moment.

"Close the door," she said quietly, her voice calm.

"What? Wait, what-" Eleanor began to protest, but her words were almost immediately silenced as Daciana suddenly planted a light kiss on her lips. She seemed to melt instantly, forgetting all about the strange woman that her wife had just brought into their home.

A smile was faintly present on Daciana's face as she pulled away after a few seconds, giving the woman an almost affectionate look.

"Now, fin," she said softly, "Stop being so paranoid. I will explain everything."