It was suposed to be a relaxing day.
Nothing should have gone wrong.
They were just supposed to have a nice romantic day without the worry of children.
But it turned out to be asking for too much.
"Remind me to bring Ysabeau a nice bottle of wine for watching the kids." I muttered sofly as I finished my salad, pushing the plate away. "Its been too long since we had a day just to ourselves."
I look across the dark wood table at my husband, the two candles in the middle casting long shadows on his face as he grinned at me, popping another walnut into his mouth. "I'm happy just to be with you, ma lionne."
We had gone out for the day, leaving Matthew's mother with enough milk and blood for the babies. There had been a new exhibit at a local museum that I had been eager to see, and the weather was beautiful so we went for a long walk down to some quaint stores and bookshops. Getting lost in the culture and the friendly people. At the museum, Matthew stood behind me telling me how wrong the museum was and the correct facts on the ancient artifacts. Between his age and my knowledge we managed to get the facts straight, thoroughly annoying the other visitors with our constant back and forth chatter. His cool hand clasped in mine and the occasional kiss on the top of the head made my body tingle and sing for him, like he knew it would. My witch blood just underneath the surface, reacting to his touch. After being tourists for the day, we had come home and made dinner together, the ride home was filled with stories of Matthew's past and how much trouble he was back then.
"How about we take our desert upstairs, hm?" His deep voice breaking me out of the thoughts. My feet occupied his lap and he was massaging my feet. My smile and the look in my eye must have been a good enough answer for him because he lifted my legs off of his, smiling at me dangerously. Having two kids really cuts down on sexy time.
As Matthew went to get up, he froze, nostrils flaring dangerously. He was sensing something, or someone, that I couldn't.
"What is it?" I asked quietly, all thoughts of going upstairs and satisfying my husband had all but gone out the window. Putting my hand on his arm I could feel he was tence, muscles twitching under his long sleeve shirt. Everything was quiet. Too quite. He didn't answer. "Matthew?"
"Diana get down!" He yelled, too late he ducked down, arms outstretched, with the intention of pulling me down with him. The table breaking as he leaped across. Dishes and cutlery alike crashing down. But this time he wasn't fast enough. Pain seared through my shoulder and abdomen, broken glass scatted all over the floor, creatures running into our home at unhuman speeds, booming voices made undistinguished by the sound of blood rushing through my veins. Everything happening at once.
What had just happened? I thought numbly.
Then I could feel it, dozens of icy eyes from vampires nudging my skin. Watching the blood seep out.
How did they get in?
Why are they here?
What happeded to the wards I set up?
Why couldn't Matthew sense them approaching?
How did I get on the floor?
My back took the brunt of the fall, my limp body not able to do much good. The thud of my body echoed almost as I stilled on the floor. My head jerked to the side, seeking out Matthew, only to see him face down on the hardwood floor, several creatures holding him down. His snarls and sharp threats only humored our captives. Our eyes met. His pupils were blown wide with blood rage.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." A more feminine voice tutted out. She crouched down in front of me, coming into my line of site. Her heeled boots clanking on the floor. "A vampire and his mate. Looks like our new tech worked boys." I could hear some jeers from the hall in response. "We finally managed to sneak up on a de Clairmont."
Pain started to creep over my skin as my adrenaline started to fade, making my heart rate go through the roof. I didn't need to be a vampire to know my heart was beating abnormally fast. My hands were over my wounds. It wasn't doing much good though. I could still feel the warm stickiness of blood seeping through my fingers and onto the kitchen floor.
"Its useless to try and stop the bleeding." My eyes flit to hers. Hard, dark eyes meet mine. "My technology wont allow your blood to clot." Panic started to flow through my body. Matthew told me once that my panic smelt sharp and tangy, but it made the blood taste better though.
"It must be hard, being so important but so easy to track, Book of Life. Your husband should be better than this." The woman turned to the man in question, his eyes sought out mine but my wounds were making it hard to keep my eyes open.
"To be honest you reacted quicker than I thought you would, but our tech just got the better of you. No need to feel bad about that." Her mocking voice was making no sense. What tech? How did she sneak up on us without anyone knowing, let alone Matthew.
My head lulled around a bit, pain dulling my senses. The sound of the female vampire boasting about how cool her mysterious tech is and Matthew's cries for me to stay awake faded away.
All I can hear is the thud of my heart and the rush of blood. My heavy lidded eyes fell on the clock just above the kitchen doorway. 9:50 pm. Ysabeau would be back with the kids around soon.
She would know somethings wrong.
She would bring help.