Dark Ridge - Walking In The Day

Walking In The Day - Pt 19

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"Do we turn Sarah first?" asked Claymore as they crept to the door of Sarah's home.

"Mmmm," said Baltar as they crept up onto Sarah's home, the one she shared with her adoptive daughter, Kameron, the key to their sunlit immortality.

"It is the risk that we are going to have to take. If we turn Sarah first, Kameron will want to make sure that her mother can be in the sun with her. We hold Sarah hostage until Kameron gives us what we want," said Baltar darkly.

"Her blood," said Clay. "My blood."

Baltar touched Clay's face gently. "Yes, soon it will be our blood."

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Sarah slipped into her jeans and then pulled a shirt on. Tugging on an old leather jacket and a pair of hiking boots, Sarah was going to find Courtney and have a long discussion about how it might be a good idea if Courtney left Dark Ridge.

Sarah heard a familiar creak in the stairs and she froze.

Kameron was gone all day and Sarah knew it wasn't her. The fine hairs on her neck began to rise. Sarah bent down and reached under the bed, pulling out a small pistol, but before she could stand again, she found herself on her bed, pinned down, and helpless. Sarah was staring into the eyes of two men, who were obviously similar to Kameron.

They were both vampires.

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The day had bled away from both Peyton and Kameron, they had made it to their tree top hideaway. They were now walking back to Kameron's house, hand in hand when Kameron stopped short.

"You don't smell that?" asked Kameron her eyes became devoid of color.

"I don't have the same sense of smell as you do," said Peyton.

Kameron crouched, her nostrils flaring, dragging Peyton down to her level. "Blood, there is blood in the air. It's coming from everywhere, my house, farther down along..."

"Dad...," whispered Peyton.

The alarm in her voice made Kameron quiver in her boots, turning to Peyton and meeting her gaze. "Courtney said that others might come...."

"They went after your loved ones, but why my dad?" asked Peyton.

Kameron shrank down against the tree. "To get to me."

Peyton's eyes narrowed, the anger that resided there made Kameron edgy. "We've got to get to Courtney, she'll know what to do."

Kameron nodded the smell of fresh blood was forcing her vampire nature to the surface, her eyes finding the pulse points on Peyton without thought.

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Kameron and Peyton stood on the porch of Courtney's small rented home. Peyton was knocking hard, about to tear the door of the hinges if she didn't answer sometime soon.

"Where is she?" growled Kameron, her body on fire from the smell of blood that clung to her nostrils.

"Calm down," instructed Peyton hotly.

"I'm going in," said Kameron, grasping the doorknob in her hand and twisting savagely, snapping the lock.

"You are so not doing well," said Peyton. In her mind, Peyton was repeating to herself that her father was fine. That he hadn't been home, or at work, or anywhere for that matter, for some other reason than he'd been killed.

"The smell, it's all over us, it's... something - I don't know what it is, it's driving me crazy and there is something else here too."

"More blood?"