Disclaimer:I don't own any of the characters from the series I use. I'm not making any money off of this story and all rights belong solely to their respective owners.
This is just a small prelude of things to come in my Power and Lust story.
The snow glided towards the ground slowly, getting caught in branches and spider webs, gathering on benches and porch eaves, pure white against the shadows of midnight. The first snow of the year.
Yuri's breath fogged the glass of the window when she exhaled; she hastily smeared the back of her pale hand across the glass, removing the condensation. She rubbed the moisture off on her pajama bottoms and returned the hand to cupping the small body in her arms.
Propped the infant against her shoulder and admiring her dark hair as it glinted in the light from the street lamps outside.
Yuri slid a glance over his shoulder at Virgil, who was asleep on the bed facing them. She should have murdered him for moving her daughter from her arms, even if it was just three feet away.
Yuri shifted her weight from one foot to the other silently, making a sort of make-shift rocking motion. their daughter Sara, name after her late mother moved her head to her and while still asleep grabbed a strand of hair causing Yuri to smile.
Yuri could see where Virgil genes had attributed, like the eyes that were identical to his own, and hair. The rest of her looks had come from Yuri, as obvious as her face and nose to her lips, look just like her mother's when she was a child.
Yuri daughter's arm tightened around her neck, as Yuri eyes closing again.
Yuri sigh watching the snow for a few minutes, before turning and placing her exactly where she had been before and lying down on the vacant side of the bed.
Yuri had wake up, like she did every night, with 'sudden' anxiety that Curator had come for her daughter in his insane plan to use her as the Codex for the universe again, even though he was dead, kill my Finch and all of his left-over subordinates die during the battle.
Yuri felt her heart startdle and small gasp as she pulled her daughter closer into her bosom waking Virgil up with a start, looking at her and he sigh as he laid back down and pulled her into her his arm, while practically feeling her heartbeat, quick and unsteady, pulsing through the mattress.
And the worst thing she had feared for their daughter was that what was left of the M-tech now in control of the goddess Bastet would come looking for her again and get their daughter instead, or even worse yet, the queen of hell Cleopatra herself would once again turn to try drag Virgil back to Hell to replace he fallen her lover, Marc Antony who had got in Virgil's way.
And she was pretty sure that Jackie Estacado still had a grudge against them for giving his own daughter to the new holder of the Angelus so she didn't become like him…
The possibilities made her shiver, especially in the darkness of midnight, when all the horrible thoughts in your mind reach out like tendrils to choke you. Virgil stared at the ceiling wishing that just once she could let go and just sleep a good night sleep.
But they both knew that somethings looked a lot worse at night, when you had time to think your thoughts over and over again while the sunlight stopped blinding you to how bad your inner world really is.