Nothing better than home
The fight is over and the Santa Carla vampires are destroyed. But are they really? Who survived and who didn't? Will there ever be a pack of vampires again, with the hunters around? Would vampires really care? And may it be that some of them meet again?
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Chapter 14: The little one
David and Marko had settled in well and enjoyed the tranquility that life on the campsite offered them. In Santa Carla, they felt at home and free. They were not the only ones who had their main residence in one of the caravans, but the other people were so scattered there that sometimes the men did not meet any neighbors for days.
In the meantime, they had even learned how to cook their own meals, and enjoyed chopping vegetables or peeling potatoes in their awning. Marko had turned out to be a gifted chef, and a self-cooked meal tasted better to the former vampires than food in the restaurants, and it was much cheaper.
Marko had been amused by David's reaction the first time he asked him to cut vegetables. Marko had given his friend a peeler and a knife and the carrots to cut. David took one of the carrots and the peeler in his hand and had no clue what he should do with it. He had never seen a peeler before. He regarded the carrot skeptically from all sides.
He held the peeler out to Marko and asked, "What's that?" Marko could not stop laughing.
"Well, my friend, I was born in more modern days. It was important to my mother that her sons were able to cook, too, and she always involved my brother and me when it came to it. "
David just nodded and grinned a little stupidly. "When I was a child, women had no say," he replied. "But later, women have begun to stand up for themselves."
Marko nodded in agreement. "Yes, and the mini appeared," he replied with a grin.
David smiled again. "Well, some girls look good in those things, but I'd hate it if every guy gawked at my woman, and there's nothing left to the imagination," he remarked.
"A matter of taste, I like it! As far as cooking is concerned, I forgot many things when I was a vampire, but I never forget such basic things as this one," he replied, taking the peeler in hand to show his friend how he should use it.
"So you really want to get another tattoo," David asked after a while. "Yes," replied Marko. "I would like to go to the Tattoo studio to make an appointment, you can come along, we could go for a beer afterward."
David looked at his friend for a while. "Okay, that sounds good to me," he replied. "I just don't wanna get as drunk as the last time!"
Marko remembered the evening they had accepted an assignment, and Star was the client. The two friends had not known that since she called herself Ginger. He looked at David thoughtfully. "Do you think she told you the truth about the kid," he asked.
David shrugged. At that time, I didn't care if we could father children," he said. Marko smiled. "Well, if we had a girl, which did not happen that often, their chances of survival were usually not very high," he replied.
David looked at his friend thoughtfully. "Do you regret it sometimes," he asked. "The girls, I mean." Marko put another peeled potato into the pot and stood up.
"I've nightmares about them sometimes," he explained. "They were still young and I feel guilty, but on the other hand we had no choice, we had to feed. These girls were not very nice, they were just as haughty as we were back then and have made life hell for other people. I've always picked girls who thought to be worthier then everybody else, and I've done that consciously, I think we've done a favor to the world, but who knows. I never liked people like them and that is still the same!"
David knew what his friend was talking about. He had not taken out many girls, and he was never interested in a fuck and feed, as the other boys called it back then. He didn't like to have sex with a corpse, and that would have always happened to him because it had been hard to control the bloodlust. And he was with Star, she was his, and he didn't want another woman.
David also went to the stove and lifted the lid off the pot Marko had put there. "That looks really good," he said approvingly. "Yes, we are two great men," Marko replied, laughing. In about an hour we can eat. I'm taking a shower by now."
David nodded and looked after Marko as he lit a cigarette. "Maybe I should talk to her," he finally said before Marko disappeared in the bathroom.
"Star is the last person I want to talk to again," Marko answered, looking skeptically at his buddy.
David nodded. "I know, but I may have a child over thirty years old. If you would be in my shoes you would also be curious, right," he asked.
Marko grimaced. "Yes, I would," he finally admitted. "Shall I come with you?" David nodded again.
"Okay," said Marko. "Let's visit her before we go to see the tattoo artist, and after that, we'll need the beer for sure." David laughed. "You can say so, thank you, man!"
His friend shook his head with a grin and finally vanished in the bathroom.
David remained hesitant and lit another cigarette when they arrived at Star's house. Marko already stood by the door. Finally, David got off his bike and walked over.
The two looked at each other and Marko realized that his buddy was not sure if he really wanted to talk to Star. "You want to know, don't you," he asked. Then he rang the bell. David nodded. "Yes, let's get it over with!"
After a few seconds, the door opened and the two went upstairs to the front door. There, David knocked. As at the first meeting she did not open the door immediately.
"Who is there," Star asked. David sighed, wondering who she feared so much. "It's me, David, and Marko!" The former vampires heard her push the safety chain, then she opened the door a crack. Both men shook their heads and looked annoyed. "Why so careful, Star," David finally asked.
But she looked uncertainly at the men. When she recognized them, she smiled and finally opened the door. "My name is Ginger," she explained with relief. "Anyway, Star," David answered. She wanted to ask again that he should not address her with her real name, but David just grinned at her in amusement, so she said nothing and let the two men into the apartment.
"Would you like some coffee or can I offer you something else?" She asked as she walked into the living room followed by the former vampires. "We do not want coffee and nothing else from you, I just want answers, and what's that nonsense with your name," David scolded.
Star sat down in a chair while the men looked at the room. It was small and could accommodate a small sofa and two armchairs, such as a cabinet and a display case. The furniture was simple and white, the curtains and the round rug were blackberry colored. That has always been the woman's favorite color.
On the opposite wall hung a small flat screen TV. "I do not understand how it's possible you live, I'm very happy about it," Star finally broke the silence.
Marko grimaced and sighed, then sat on the arm of the other armchair, folded his arms over his chest, waiting for a reaction from David.
He had not listened at all, because his eyes were glued to a framed photo, which stood in the showcase. Star followed his gaze, got up and took the photo out.
She looked at it sadly, then handed it to him. The photo showed a newborn baby lying in its mother's arms. On the frame hung a small, pink pearl bracelet. Four of the beads had a letter each. Compounded, they gave the name of the child - Hope.
Marko walked over to David and looked interested at the photo. The infant was clearly David's child. It had his delicately curved lips and the girl's eyes were exactly the same color as David's. The little head was full of hair that was spread out in every direction, the same color as David's.
David smiled at the photo. "Where is she," he finally asked. Star desperately returned his gaze, then looked helplessly to the ground. "I do not know," she whispered.
The men looked at her dumbfounded. "What do you mean, you do not know," David asked angrily. "Why am I not surprised," murmured Marko.
Stagnantly Star told how incomprehensible Michael behaved towards her and that he had finally left her alone. Star explained that she had found her mother and lived there for a while.
When she told how Edgar and Alan made her life hell and finally tracked her down in New Orleans, tears ran down her face. She confessed that she was afraid of them. Therefore she had left her daughter with her mother and left. She sobbed loudly and did not dare to look the two men in the eyes. David and Marko looked at her in disbelief. "That really sounds like you, pathetic as ever," David said contemptuously.
"When you got pregnant, I was a vampire and you were a half-vampire, and now you tell me you left this child with your mother, did you ever wonder that our daughter might be a bit different? She needed her mother, Star! "
Star looked desperately into his eyes. "Something bad must have happened," she whispered. "Hope left Ine's house and did not call my mother until weeks later, she's here in Santa Carla, so I also came back, I have to find her, I was hoping you could help me, if Edgar and Alan learn about her, then ... "
"I wanted to share my immortal life with you," David interrupted her. "But you not only betrayed me and the boys but your own child as well," he shouted at her. "Is that what you wanted, are you satisfied now, Star?"
The woman shook her head and glared at her child's father. "No," she called. "I left Hope with my mother because the Frogs and the Emersons did not know about them, our kid was safe and she was fine, Ines loves her."
The former vampires looked at the woman thoughtfully. "Okay," David said as he calmed down. "What do you know about her?"
Star looked at him sadly because she was beginning to realize that he was right. She should not have given the child away. From what Ines had told her on the phone, Star knew that Hope had vampire blood in her veins. Her mother had talked about the change in Hope's face. Ines had seen Hope's catches and the yellow pupils.
"My mother lived with Hope in Modesto for many years, where our daughter took care of homeless kids," Star said. "She has a sun allergy and works at night." David knew exactly what was going on in Santa Carla at night and he felt bad at the thought of his child.
"What else," he asked. Star feared David's anger, but she had no choice now. So she told him everything. She talked about Hope's eating and sleeping habits, the incident with the cat at school, and the argument with Ines. The woman wanted to protect her child, but she could not do it alone. She was hardly able to protect herself and barely dared to leave the house. The men listened attentively and sometimes shooked their heads.
They couldn't believe that she was that stupid. "Do you at least have pictures of her," David finally asked. Star started to cry again and shook her head. "My mother promised to send some," she replied.
Marko gave Star a note with his smartphone number. "Call, if you have the photos," he said. Star wanted to thank David and approached him. He raised his hands defensively. "Don't you dare to touch me," he stopped her. "Just that you know, I don't give a shit about you, but I care for Hope!"
"Forget about the new tattoo at the moment," Marko said when they approached their bikes. "All I want now is a beer, and I'm sure, you would like one too!" David started his bike and nodded. then he was gone.