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k_a_webbPushing the thought away Rex focused on the future. That was going to be hard enough, without letting himself dwell on a past he couldn’t change. Moving Melody once again, being as gentle as he could, he wondered if he was going to manage to get her back to his without dropping her before sun rise. Glancing up at the sky he told himself he had plenty of time as long as he kept putting one foot in front of the other. Of course that was much easier said than done, especially with the pain in his shoulders growing with every step.
When Melody woke Rex needed to know what was going to happen next. He knew she’d want to visit her family and he couldn’t let her go alone, but he didn’t want to go. Admitting to the people who’d mourned him for decades that he’d been alive all that time was something he never thought he’d ever have to do. It seemed so unlikely that anything would happen that would mean he’d have to. Now, with Melody being his… He shook his head, glancing down at her once more. The child of the woman he’d always loved had become his vampiric child and it meant he was going to have to face the people he’d chosen to hide from.
Every time Rex had thought about knocking on the door of his parents, or his sister, or any one of his old friends, fear had stopped him. They’d never talked about becoming vampires, it wasn’t something they believed would ever happen to them, but he’d always been terrified what their reaction might be to seeing him. He had fangs, and needed to drink blood to survive, which would change their relationship even if they had been able to accept him. His creator had always told him that humans could never accept vampires, because vampires were above them on the food chain. Even though he’d always hoped she was wrong about the people he’d cared about he couldn’t bring himself to prove her theory one way or another.
Finally, after the longest walk of his life, Rex saw his home in the distance. After he’d left his creator behind he’d returned to a house he knew was empty and somehow managed to make the ground floor feel comfortable. Biting his lip he did his best not to imagine what Melody’s reaction was going to be, but he had nowhere else to take her. Until she woke she had to be kept out of the sun and his house was the best place for that, at least until she woke up and was able to make decisions for herself. He’d have to teach her how to feed without killing someone, even though he hoped she wouldn’t want to feed from humans in the same way he hadn’t; where she could go if she did want to leave him, because the donor house was there to teach new vampires how to be vampires, and he wished that it had existed when he’d been young; and what her options were if she decided, in the end, that death was better than eternal life.
Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.