The Vampires' Last Sacrifice

Broken Regrets (Thirteen)

                I was lying in bed on my back, staring at the ceiling. Vincent was fast asleep next to me. I had been hearing someone speaking softly all night and it wasn’t Vincent. I couldn’t sleep because I was scared, but I knew Vincent was tired, so I didn’t wake him. After 30 more minutes I decide to get up and find where the noise is coming from. I didn’t want to wake Vincent up, so I teleported a few feet from the outside of our bedroom doors. It grew louder as I walked toward the east wing. I soon realized that the speaking was of normal tone, it was just muffled by the walls and doors.

                I followed it until I was standing outside of Krey’s new room, a few doors down. I know I shouldn’t have, but I put my ear to the door. I listened silently, not breathing at all.

                “Daeman, I’m so happy you’re back,” she cried softly. Daeman? Isn’t that her dead lover? I waited a minute, listening for a response. There was none.

                “But Daeman why do you have to go away again? Can’t you just stay here with me?” she cried a little harder. Again I awaited a response. And again I heard nothing.

                “Promise me you’ll be back?” she was trying to control her sobs.

                “I love you too. But wait, don’t go,” she cried harder again, “no come back! Please come back!” she screamed. I didn’t hesitate on opening the door.

                She was standing in front of her bed, which was straight ahead. The color scheme was dark yellow and black. I had only known Krey for a short time, but I already knew that yellow probably wasn’t her color. I made a mental note to offer to help her paint it sometime tomorrow. But for now, I would comfort her as best as I could.

                I stepped toward her. I knew she knew I was there, but she never lifted her head from her hands. I heard her sobs, which were still violent. I hesitated a bit before I took a few more steps. I figured if she didn’t want me there she would let me know somehow.

                “Krey, do you want to talk?” I whispered to her. I was now in front of her.

                “No,” she said in a cold voice. She looked at me with a glare on her face, and then she looked at my stomach. I thought for a second while she was glaring at me. This was a horrible idea. I felt like I was rubbing my family, my life, in her face. That was something I did not want to do. I glanced at her fists, which were balled. I thought for a minute if I should teleport out, but then remembered my shield. The angry left her face but was replaced with tears. Both of her hands flew up and for a second I thought that she might strangle me. She didn’t though; she pulled me into a tight hug as she cried freely. “I just want him back,” she told me.

                “I know, Krey. I know. I’m so sorry,” I cried with her. I felt terrible for her, like I could feel her pain. It wasn’t something I enjoyed, but I knew that she needed someone to relate to her.

                “Lucia?” she asked after I helped her into bed. Her tears were gone now. I guess she was all cried out. But her make-up was all over her face.

                “Yeah, Krey?”

                “Thank you. I needed that,” she told me with a smile.

                “You’re welcome. I’m going to go back to bed if you’re alright now?” I asked. If she wanted I would stay with her, though.

                “Yeah I’m okay. You should be asleep. The baby is going to need as much of your sleep as it can get. What gender is it?” she asked smiling. This was something I didn’t want to talk about with her for fear that it would make her break-out in tears again.