Dark Ridge - Walking In The Day

Walking In The Day - Pt 5

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Sarah opened the old cedar chest and dug out the notebooks that she knew were there. Hiding, collecting dust, hiding secrets.

Her best friend in the world, Miranda Ambroise, had written the journal that was contained in the notebooks. The first entry, written on the night that Kameron had been conceived, might give Sarah clues to what was going on with Kameron right now.

He is not my husband. I should say, he is my husband, but something more. It was late, we were both drunk, and Dutch let me get undressed first. When I emerged from the bathroom, he was gone. I thought he had going to get something else to drink, or to smoke, instead he returned later, different. His eyes no longer held his soul, but I was still drunk and he was my husband and it was our wedding night. Now, he is gone. Into the night, snarling like a rabid animal, her just disappeared. I think, I think I am crazy for writing this, but I think my husband was turned into a vampire tonight. He wasn't himself, but he was less and more at the same time. He moved with a liquid grace that he never had before. Dutch's hair was thicker, blonder, his eyes bluer, there is nothing to say other than, I think he is now of the undead.

Sarah closed the book. Sarah had speculated, later after Miranda had died in childbirth, that the vampiric process hadn't been complete when Dutch had impregnated Miranda. DNA is a remarkable thing; it will weed out the good and the bad, when possible. The vampire DNA had merged with the human DNA, not rewritten it, but forged a whole new being.

A hybrid.

Kameron.

Sarah had spent months when Kameron was young, mapping her DNA as best she could. She did not have the same chromosomes, but instead, she had 92, and there was also no junk DNA. There was a purpose for every single strand, every single allele, had a function to perform. Most DNA had useless genomes, but not Kameron. Instead, they were used for heightened hearing, speed, healing, and Sarah was sure that her lust for blood resided there also. Kameron was much more evolved than any other human on earth was, but the simple fact was, she wasn't really human at all. After she'd fed, Kameron could easily pick up peoples thoughts, hear for distances that astonished the scientist on Sarah. When she was off cycle, as Kameron had told her a number of times, listening for the 'sounds' of someone's thoughts was far more difficult, instead, Kameron would simply listen for the beat of a familiar heart.

"Damn," whispered Sarah, thumping a closed fist onto the table.

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"You are not driving me," said Kameron as she chewed on a piece of toast. It was all she could stomach after her off menu snacking yesterday afternoon.

"You left The Trap at school, I have to drive you," reminded Sarah.

"I'll run it, it's only 5 miles through the woods," said Kameron in a tone that told Sarah that she was serious.

"Run?"

"I need to burn off the extra energy," admitted Kameron. "Thumper, remember? More than one, remember? I'm a bundle of nerves. If I don't burn it off, I have a feeling my day will go badly."

Sarah looked down at her hands, not sure how to talk to Kameron right now, there was no one on earth that could understand what she was going through. "I think you should stay away from..."

"No. I'm going to have to come at this from a different angle. I know you are going to disagree with me, but what if there is a reason she affects me like this? What if she's related to me somehow? Or she has power like me? If vampires exist, then maybe there is something else out there like me. I don't know, but I need to know. We are so isolated here, what if there are people out there, hunting vampires?"