Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Twilight or Dracula
A/N: You will need to read my first fanfic Reclamation if you haven't already. This is a sequel to that story.
Chapter 1
The late afternoon sun was beaming down onto a small island just a few miles off the coast of South Africa. On that beach a solitary figure sits, his legs crossed, atop a small marble slab. His black shoulder length hair was blowing in the light breeze. His eyes are closed, his breathing relaxed. His shirtless frame looks more like a statue than a man. He is Chrysander, Lord of Vampires. He meditates at this spot every day, thinking about many different things. Today, he mused about the events that took place a little over a year ago. He had reclaimed his birthright. He wasn't necessarily always comfortable with being the monarch of the vampire world, but he knew it was his responsibility. He also mourned for the losses in the battle that ensued with his return. And, as always, he would think about his beloved Abigail and how one day he would see her again.
An approaching boat would interrupt his meditation today. He opened his eyes and saw the vessel coming from the mainland. He smiled just before he jumped up and took off running around the beach toward the backside of the island. He arrives at the massive boathouse, which connects to his garage and opens the gate. After a moment a speedboat pulls into the boathouse into its spot next to the yacht. Zareb and Leah begin unloading as Chrysander closes the gate. He turns around to face the happy couple. "So, how was Paris?"
Leah sprints to him and hugs him. "It was great. I can't thank you enough for the anniversary gift."
Chris shakes his head. "It was nothing." He looks at Zareb. "How about you old friend, did you enjoy it?"
Zareb nods. "Yes sir we had a great time. The terrorist attack shook us up a bit, even if it was on the other side of the city."
Chris squares his jaw. "I saw that on the news. It makes three in just fewer than two weeks. Moscow, Berlin, and now Paris."
Leah looks down. "Do they think it's the same group?"
"That's what the media is currently speculating." Chris says somberly. "None of the governments are saying anything."
Zareb finishes unloading the luggage from the boat. "It is strange there have been no deaths."
"One death." Chris corrects.
Zareb looks stunned. "When did this happen?"
"This morning, while moving rubble in the Berlin blast they uncovered a dock worker."
Leah looks horrified. "That's awful."
"Yes it is." Chris agreed. "But still strange."
Leah looked puzzled. "How so?"
"The locations of the attacks. They were all in run-down buildings." Chris adds. "Not really ideal targets for attacks like this."
"I guess it's just lucky there haven't been more people killed." Leah said as she turned toward the garage.
Chris grabs the rest of the luggage. "I guess so."
They make their way through the garage. Leah can't help but be amazed every time she sees his collection. Growing up in La Push, around the others boys there, she gained an appreciation for certain automobiles. Chris had fifteen cars in his collection. Several stood out like the 1935 Rolls Royce Phantom II, the 1964 Aston Martin DB5 Vantage, 1955 Mercedes Benz 300SL, and even the 2011 Bugatti Veyron EB 16.4. But she especially loved the muscle cars. The two that he had were parked side by side, a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle and her personal favorite the 1970 Ford Mustang Mach 1. She always stood and admired this one every time she passed it.
Chris notices her staring at the car. "I told you that I'd let you take it to Paris."
Leah sighed. "Yeah but we would've had to take the big boat."
Chris shrugged his shoulders. "So?"
"You may have needed it for business."
Chris laughed. "I would've had the speedboat."
"Yeah, but…"
Chris holds his hand up. "We don't need to argue about this. I'll simply buy you one."
Leah gasps. "What? No I never meant…"
"Chris shakes his head. "I know. I like doing things for my friends. I'd give you that one but I've got a little history with it."
Zareb walks back toward Leah. "You fighting a losing argument my love. Accept his gift."
Leah just stands there stunned before she says, "I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything." Chris says smiling. "I'll look around and have it delivered to the mainland in a couple of weeks. Do you have a color preference?"
Leah still almost speechless manages to say the word, "Red."
Chris nods. "A woman after my own heart."
Zareb turns and heads into the main house followed closely by a zombified Leah as Chris brings up the rear.
They make their way upstairs to their room as Zareb puts down his bags he turns only to have Leah jump into his arms and kiss him passionately. They notice a sigh and stop to see Chris standing at the door with the rest of the luggage. He smiles shyly. "Don't mind me. I'll leave you two alone." He sets down the bags and leaves the room closing the door behind him.
Zareb leans in to kiss Leah again and she pulls away. Looking shocked he asks, "Did I do something wrong?"
Leah shakes her head. "No it's Chris. He seems so lonely sometimes."
Zareb sighs. "Yes, he often thinks of his beloved Abigail."
"Poor guy, I guess the two of us being here is a painful reminder." Leah ponders that statement a moment. "Do you think we should move?"
"No." Zareb answers quickly. "He would be insulted and even more lonely. I truly believe he gets joy from seeing our happiness."
Leah sighs. "I hope so."
Downstairs Chris pulls a book out of his massive library. The books title was Abigail by Lois T. Henderson. He opened the book and inside the pages were hollowed out. A small box was inserted. He opened the box and there was a simple gold band. It was to have been her wedding ring. He removed the ring and held it in his hand. He closes his eyes and holds it tighter as he takes a deep breath. He turns to the window facing the rear of the house and opens his eyes. That's when Chris notices the ship sitting several miles off the coast.