1 The Guardian Angel
Not much had changed in my old neighborhood. My home was still empty as the day I left long ago. The rose bush my mother loved so much was still growing as wild and tall in front of the porch. The blooms were still the palest of pinks, now even paler in the moonlight.
What did change were the windows, shattered from rocks thrown by vandals. The darkness inside where once there was only light. Even the atmosphere had changed from loving to cheerless.
I walked up to the boarded up door, effortlessly ripped the wood from the door and walked inside. Sometimes being half vampire had its advantages.
The furniture had been moved shortly after I was two but I could still picture how it was. Against the wall by the door was a maroon couch, beside that was a glass coffee table. Across the doorway was a matching maroon chair and a bookshelf full of Daddy's books.
I remembered my father as I walked to the master bedroom. His woeful blue eyes and his wild gray hair.
"I'm so sorry baby." I remembered him always saying and then sob, "My little angel. My poor little baby. To have as a father, the man responsible for your mommy's death."
It was then he began sobbing so hard he would almost drop me. Poor Daddy, at least he didn't suffer at the end.
I stepped inside the master bedroom and looked around the dark room. Where the king sized bed my parents slept in sat a desk with dozens of candles and a framed picture. Where my parents' dresser sat long ago was a shelf full of various wooden stakes. Next to the shelf on the floor was jewelry box.
I silently walked over to the box and sat down in front of it. Then I gingerly picked up and opened the box. Inside a tiny ballerina spun in a tiny circle to the music of "Pretty Little Horses".
I watched the tiny woman dance with fascination. I carefully ran her finger over the limp gray tutu and smiled. Then I gingerly picked up a single piece of jewelry inside: a tiny silver heart locket. I opened it and looked inside.
A beautiful woman and my father in happier times looked back at me with radiant smiles. Next to them was a small little boy with short brown hair and baby blue eyes identical to mine.
Branton, I thought fondly as I closed the locket and turned it over.
"I love you ~ Mom" I read, taking the words to heart and then put the locket back in the jewelry box.
As I stood and examined the stakes, I thought of how lucky I was to have this hideout. Without it, Morigan would have stolen her locket and jewelry box like every other necklace or ring I ever received. But one of these days…
I pulled out an ash wood stake and walked out of the house with a determined stride.
I made my way back to the Olslin's house to hunt my prey, the vampire Damon. I dashed through the night with the reflexes of a hunter.
At the Olslin house, everyone was still talking in hushed tones. I saw through the window Mr. Olslin making a pallet on the couch. Damon stood to one side making small talk with Julian as Madelyn left to find a pillow.
"I better not find anyone in this house with bite marks, Mr. Salvatore." Mr. Olslin told the vampire a moment later.
Damon flashed him a smile, "I've already ate."
Madelyn giggled as her father turned to Julian.
"And I better not find my daughter has been compromised."
"Dad!" Madelyn cried, playfully hitting her father's shoulder while Damon snickered. What a Kodak moment, I thought.
"I had a chance to see your daughter naked and I didn't take it." Julian informed Mr. Olslin, "Do you actually think I'm going to do anything now?"
"Yes." Mr. Olslin replied flat.
I watched Madelyn kiss her father on the cheek, "Don't worry daddy. Julian's a gentleman." Damon and Julian exchanged wry looks.
"Whatever you wish to believe, m'love." Julian replied as him and Madelyn walked to her room.
"You know I can stay at my beach house." Damon said once Mr. Olslin and him were alone.
Madelyn's father sighed, "No. Madelyn wants you here. So you can stay."
"And how do you know I won't kill everyone?" Damon asked as Mr. Olslin began walking to his room.
"Because you love Madelyn enough not to." And then Mr. Olslin left.
Damon sat and lounged on the couch, "Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?" He shut his eyes. "You sound like me, Will."
I watched him for a moment more, then turned and left.
Death awaits those who are worthier, I thought as she vanished into the night.
The screaming excited him. It made him feel powerful. To know that *he* was responsible for such fear – ah so sweet.
The vampire leaned over his victim slowly, to prolong the experience. He exposed his deadly fangs and then—
He screamed as the stake plunged into his chest from behind.
The vampire spun around with his victim to see a petite waif of a girl appear out of a strange mist.
"Come here, little one." He ordered, using his hypnotic voice as a weapon.
I merely stared at him with the bloody stake still in my hands playing the waif.
"Come here." He demanded again and I finally walked up to him not as a slave like he wanted but as a hunter about to spring her trap.
When I stood in front of the pale creature, he threw his victim to the side and said, "Such a pretty thing. It's a shame you're now my dinner."
I cocked my head and thrust the stake into the fiend's heart before he could blink. He was dead within a few minutes and I left without a second look.
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Not much had changed in my old neighborhood. My home was still empty as the day I left long ago. The rose bush my mother loved so much was still growing as wild and tall in front of the porch. The blooms were still the palest of pinks, now even paler in the moonlight.
What did change were the windows, shattered from rocks thrown by vandals. The darkness inside where once there was only light. Even the atmosphere had changed from loving to cheerless.
I walked up to the boarded up door, effortlessly ripped the wood from the door and walked inside. Sometimes being half vampire had its advantages.
The furniture had been moved shortly after I was two but I could still picture how it was. Against the wall by the door was a maroon couch, beside that was a glass coffee table. Across the doorway was a matching maroon chair and a bookshelf full of Daddy's books.
I remembered my father as I walked to the master bedroom. His woeful blue eyes and his wild gray hair.
"I'm so sorry baby." I remembered him always saying and then sob, "My little angel. My poor little baby. To have as a father, the man responsible for your mommy's death."
It was then he began sobbing so hard he would almost drop me. Poor Daddy, at least he didn't suffer at the end.
I stepped inside the master bedroom and looked around the dark room. Where the king sized bed my parents slept in sat a desk with dozens of candles and a framed picture. Where my parents' dresser sat long ago was a shelf full of various wooden stakes. Next to the shelf on the floor was jewelry box.
I silently walked over to the box and sat down in front of it. Then I gingerly picked up and opened the box. Inside a tiny ballerina spun in a tiny circle to the music of "Pretty Little Horses".
I watched the tiny woman dance with fascination. I carefully ran her finger over the limp gray tutu and smiled. Then I gingerly picked up a single piece of jewelry inside: a tiny silver heart locket. I opened it and looked inside.
A beautiful woman and my father in happier times looked back at me with radiant smiles. Next to them was a small little boy with short brown hair and baby blue eyes identical to mine.
Branton, I thought fondly as I closed the locket and turned it over.
"I love you ~ Mom" I read, taking the words to heart and then put the locket back in the jewelry box.
As I stood and examined the stakes, I thought of how lucky I was to have this hideout. Without it, Morigan would have stolen her locket and jewelry box like every other necklace or ring I ever received. But one of these days…
I pulled out an ash wood stake and walked out of the house with a determined stride.
I made my way back to the Olslin's house to hunt my prey, the vampire Damon. I dashed through the night with the reflexes of a hunter.
At the Olslin house, everyone was still talking in hushed tones. I saw through the window Mr. Olslin making a pallet on the couch. Damon stood to one side making small talk with Julian as Madelyn left to find a pillow.
"I better not find anyone in this house with bite marks, Mr. Salvatore." Mr. Olslin told the vampire a moment later.
Damon flashed him a smile, "I've already ate."
Madelyn giggled as her father turned to Julian.
"And I better not find my daughter has been compromised."
"Dad!" Madelyn cried, playfully hitting her father's shoulder while Damon snickered. What a Kodak moment, I thought.
"I had a chance to see your daughter naked and I didn't take it." Julian informed Mr. Olslin, "Do you actually think I'm going to do anything now?"
"Yes." Mr. Olslin replied flat.
I watched Madelyn kiss her father on the cheek, "Don't worry daddy. Julian's a gentleman." Damon and Julian exchanged wry looks.
"Whatever you wish to believe, m'love." Julian replied as him and Madelyn walked to her room.
"You know I can stay at my beach house." Damon said once Mr. Olslin and him were alone.
Madelyn's father sighed, "No. Madelyn wants you here. So you can stay."
"And how do you know I won't kill everyone?" Damon asked as Mr. Olslin began walking to his room.
"Because you love Madelyn enough not to." And then Mr. Olslin left.
Damon sat and lounged on the couch, "Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?" He shut his eyes. "You sound like me, Will."
I watched him for a moment more, then turned and left.
Death awaits those who are worthier, I thought as she vanished into the night.
The screaming excited him. It made him feel powerful. To know that *he* was responsible for such fear – ah so sweet.
The vampire leaned over his victim slowly, to prolong the experience. He exposed his deadly fangs and then—
He screamed as the stake plunged into his chest from behind.
The vampire spun around with his victim to see a petite waif of a girl appear out of a strange mist.
"Come here, little one." He ordered, using his hypnotic voice as a weapon.
I merely stared at him with the bloody stake still in my hands playing the waif.
"Come here." He demanded again and I finally walked up to him not as a slave like he wanted but as a hunter about to spring her trap.
When I stood in front of the pale creature, he threw his victim to the side and said, "Such a pretty thing. It's a shame you're now my dinner."
I cocked my head and thrust the stake into the fiend's heart before he could blink. He was dead within a few minutes and I left without a second look.
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