Daybreak, BK 4 of the Lightwalkers

VII - Carrie

I waited, crouched under the arm chair with my tail around me watching Jon's coffin on the other side of the room as the sun set.

The last dose of the sedative I'd given Jon would be wearing off soon, and that meant Kain would be waking up shortly after that.

We just had to make it through the evening. One last evening. And then we'd be free -ish.

After getting free of this place the fun part will be keeping Kain sedated during the night. And I wasn't entirely sure the sedative would work as well on the vampiric half of the duo.

Letting out a sigh, I twisted, stretching my hind legs behind me. Who was I kidding. That was going to be a nightmare and a half.

It was another half hour before I heard any movement from Jon's coffin.

I crawled out from under the arm chair and stretched, before looking up at the casket.

Kain had sat up, his expression dark and vicious as he rubbed at his face. He turned his piercing stare on me, eyes narrowing.

"Stupid cat," he mumbled, and climbed out of the coffin.

I tracked his movements across the room, my tail twitching of it's own accord.

Kain disappeared into the closet and returned a moment later dressed in grey slacks and a black silk shirt.

His eyes focused on me as he did up his cuffs.

"Filthy rat," Kain muttered, walking out of the room.

I followed him down the hall, making sure to keep my distance. No point in pissing off the vampire more.

He went straight for the drawing room he and Michaela favored.

I paused at the door, watching as he mingled into the crowd of vampires. I had some time now, because I knew he'd stay here until Michaela led him away to her private rooms to talk privately between her and the Alpha of the Wolves.

Slipping away, I padded down the hall and headed down the stairs for the basement. Lan had given me a small room next to the one he used. It was mostly bare - a bed, nightstand, a mostly empty dresser.

I took a moment to shift back into my human form. As soon as the pain was manageable, I reached for the nearest set of clothes and put them on. The rest of my clothes went into my backpack, along with the book that my photo and the little slip of paper that the bird had left me.

Trying to think if there was anything else, I turned in a circle surveying the tiny room. I wasn't sad to be leaving it or this house. This situation was well beyond my comfort zone, and honestly, I should have left weeks ago.

I'd only stuck around to help Lan out, but this was well past the pay back stage.

Grabbing my bag, I slung it on my shoulder, and stepped out into the empty hallway. I closed the door behind me and started off towards the stairs that led up into the kitchen.

I was quick and quiet on my feet, and made it back up to Jon's room without running into anyone.

Glancing at the clock, I groaned. It wasn't even ten. There was still hours until dawn.

Stashing my bag on the floor next to the bookcase and window, I leaned on the sill, looking out over the dark trees at the moon that hung low in the sky. It looked almost normal.

A sad smirk escaped me. How long had it been since I was normal?