SPOV

As I stood waiting for my child, Vlad, to return from his hunting, I contemplated how best to tell him that I was so very tired of this existence; tired of being the very last of my kind. I was just tired in general. It was one of the many reasons I had turned Vlad in the beginning; to try and ease my loneliness. And it had for a great many centuries. He is my greatest joy.

I heard Vlad return and walk up beside me. You would never know that I was the more superior of the two of us, given our height difference. I was only 5'5", while he towers over me at 6'2".

I turned to look at him, my beautiful child, with his shoulder length raven coloured hair and dark chocolate eyes; he was a real ladies man. It was his beauty that caught my attention, but it was his soul that made me change him.

"What is the matter, amantă?" he asked me in his smooth as velvet voice.

I looked at him for several seconds before replying, "A great many things, copilul meu. I miss my brothers and sisters, it is a hard chore being the last Daywalker and I wish to move on, but I am conflicted about leaving you behind. I know you can look after yourself and everything, but it still feels selfish."

He looked at me, confused for a minute before he realised what I was saying.

He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around my waist before saying forlornly, "Amantă, please don't leave me. I want you to be at peace but I am not ready to say goodbye to you yet."

I chuckled softly at him before pulling him to his feet and hugging him fiercely.

"Okay, copilul meu. I shall stay for a while longer, if only to meet my eventual nepot sau nepoată," I said with a small laugh.

Vlad looked at me suspiously for a second before smiling his 1000 watt smile and hugging me tighter.

We stood in silence before I broke it by saying, "Come Vlad, let us go somewhere new! What do you think?"

Smiling at me, Vlad replied, "Amantă, that sounds wonderful; I have always wanted to go and see Scandinavia. Can we?"

Smiling at him, I nodded and watched as he vamped around getting our stuff together, not letting me help; always the gentlemen, my Vlad was.

Several Years Later

I am glad that I listened to my child and stayed, for I fear if I hadn't he may have met his true death in Scandinavia.

It all started with the damn Viking and his maker. I will admit, if only to myself, that they are both gorgeous examples of the male species, but they have some appalling manners; that's for sure.

It all started when the Viking stupidly tried to first flirt with Vlad's meal and then when he attempted to flirt with me.

When it comes to me, Vlad has quite the temper, and I must admit that it was fun to watch Vlad take the Viking down a notch. However, coming back the next night with his maker, while Vlad was by himself, was not funny.

Flashback

"Älskarinna, I'm going to find something to eat. Will you be ok until I get back?" Vlad asked

Smiling at my child indulgently, I replied, "Yes lilla en, I will be fine, but don't you cause any more trouble, ok?"

Vlad smiled at me innocently, and kissed my cheek before leaving.

Not some two hours later, I felt Vlad's slight panic and pain as he called out to me through our bond; something he rarely did unless he was in major trouble.

I took off in the direction of the pull, only to snarl in rage when I felt his pain intensify; and when I arrived I found the Viking and what I assume to be his maker hurting him.

I attacked them instantly, throwing them off him, before turning to Vlad and speaking in my softest voice, "Mitt barn, du är ok nu är jag här." (My child, you are ok now I'm here.)

I turned to look back at the Viking and his maker, and growled out in intense anger, "Hur vågar du attackerar mitt barn. Jag borde döda er båda just nu för detta, men jag hatar att ta liv i onödan, så lämna innan jag ändrar mig." (How dare you attack my child. I should kill you both right now for this, but I hate to take lives unnecessarily, so leave before I change my mind.)

I twisted back to Vlad, and was about to give him my blood when I heard the smaller one speak. "Vi beklagar vad som hänt här, men kanske du ska lära ditt barn vissa seder." (We regret what has happened here, but maybe you should teach your child some manners.)

I spun back around and looked at them. My eyes narrowed in anger, before turning back to Vlad and picking him up. I then turned to the two vampires before saying, "Kanske nästa gång ditt barn ska sak med huvudet på hans axlar, i stället för mellan benen och han skulle inte ha lärt sig en läxa." (Maybe next time your child should think with the head on his shoulders, instead of between the legs and he would not have learned a lesson.)

I took off before they had a chance to reply, and then took Vlad back to our camp and give him some of my blood to speed up his healing.

As Vlad went into down time, I thought that it was time we moved on from there before I had to kill the Viking and his maker.

To Be Continued...