Pandie Katteken: Yes you are going to see Daybreak's kiddies grow up, and yes, Nila's baby will be born in here, the baby is not mentioned in this chapter though. Thank you, I really enjoyed my birthday, I went to see "Stuck on You' last night, was brilliant! No I didn't know that your bday was ten days after mine. An early Happy Birthday for you.
Awww, Circus Vegas was great, so was Funderland. Yeah I'll read your fic, I'll do it after I fill this out. I would love to borrow Spot, is he available? *Evil grin*
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Anyways here's chapter 1 of "The Next Generation of Daybreak." Hope to get more reviews for this chapter?
"With great power, comes great responsibility." –Spiderman.
Chapter 1: Youth.
"Mummy?" Seven-year-old Nariko says to Hannah, who is busy making hers and Thierry's bed, she reaches up and tugs at Hannah's white top.
"Yes sweetheart?" Hannah asks looking at her daughter dressed in pink with white teddy bears on her pyjamas.
"Where's daddy?" Nariko asks. "I've looked everywhere for him." She makes hand gestures emphasising the word "everywhere."
"Did you check the library?" Hannah suggests, gently finger combing Nariko's golden flyaway hair.
"Uh-huh. But he's not there." She replies, twirling form side to side.
"What about his office?" Hannah asks, reaching down to wipe sugar from Nariko's mouth.
"Yup. That's the first place I looked." The child answers with a sigh, sitting on the newly made bed.
"Then I don't know where he is." Hannah sighs herself, and sits beside her daughter. "Did you ask Nilsson?"
"Nope not yet." Suddenly the child jumps up from the bed and runs to the door. "I'll ask him now.' She says, spotting said butler in the hallway just outside the bedroom.
"Nilsson!" the seven-year-old shrieks, nearly making her babysitter jump sky high.
Nilsson turns around and Nariko throws her arms around the older vampire's waist.
"Nilsson? Do you know where daddy is?" she asks, turning her face up to look into the other vampire's sunglasses clad face.
"He's in the kitchen honey." Nilsson replies gently. Then with equal gentleness he reaches down and picks his Goddaughter up and carries her downstairs and into the kitchen.
He walks over to his employer and best friend and clears his throat. Thierry looks around after hearing someone cough to get his attention.
"Excuse me Lord Thierry, but I believe this," the younger vampire indicates the child in his arms "belongs to you sir. Lady Nariko has been looking for you everywhere apparently." With that, Nilsson puts Nariko into her father's arms and then walks out of the kitchen.
"Thank you Nilsson." The Night Lord says to Nilsson's retreating back. Nilsson just waves the thanks off without turning back.
"What's wrong baby?" Thierry asks, looking at his female double. Since growing older, Nariko looks more and more like Thierry everyday; she has white blond hair and high cheekbones, just like her father. But the only difference is Nariko has blue eyes, which change to green and grey, they are also streaked in gold. Thierry's are night dark, not quite black, but near enough. She buries her face in Thierry's shirt.
"Nnnnn nnnnn nnnn nn hmm bbnbnnnn." Nariko mumbles into Thierry's shoulder.
"Come again?" the Lord asks. Nariko lifts her head before answering.
"I said, I wanted a cuddle from you." She replies, hands on her hips. "Listen to what I'm saying."
"I was listening." The ancient vampire protests. "I just couldn't make out what you were saying."
"Hmmm." Is all Nariko says to the subject.
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In the training room however…
"Mummy?" Seven-year-old Harley Blackthorn bugs Jez.
"What is it son?" Jez asks, dropping her snake wood fighting stick from Morgead-Harley's father's- throat.
"Why do we have to go visit your family?" he asks, whining. "I want to stay here."
"Tough! You're going." Jez says in a voice that shouldn't be argued with.
"Daddy? Tell her?" Harley turns to his father.
"Sorry kid, but if I have to go, then you have to as well." Morgead replies, earning a kick in the shins from Jez.
"Morgead!" his wife hisses.
"I mean, listen to your mother. It'll be fun." Morgead amends, grimacing. His phone goes off, and he walks away to a quieter corner to answer it.
"But Auntie Claire pinches my cheek every time we go there. And Uncle Ricky smells like alkehol." Harley keeps up his protests.
"Alcohol." Jez corrects.
"Like it matters." Harley says.
"Harley Blackthorn!" Jez scolds. "Where on Earth did you learn to answer back?"
Before Harley has time to answer, Morgead yells down the phone.
"Like it matters!" he hangs up the phone and sighs. "What?' he asks, seeing the look on his wife's face.
"Morgead Blackthorn! Will you please refrain from being nasty in front of your son?" Jez scolds, then sighs. "Like father, like son."
"Before the sun goes down, he's your son." Morgead answers. Seeing the look on Jez's face, he quickly apologises. Jez turns and leaves the room, to let off steam somewhere else.
"And you call yourself a tough guy." Harley says to his father, hands on hips. He shakes his head.
"Oh don't you start." He replies, picking his son up and walking over to one of the chairs, where he sets Harley down. Morgead sits down himself.
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Meanwhile…
"But daddy…" Seven-year-old Sari protests to her father.
"But daddy nothing." Delos Redfern says to his daughter, going back to shaving his face. Both of them are in the bathroom, Delos wearing only his black silk boxers, and Sari wearing her baby blue nightgown.
Sitting on the closed toilet, Sari crosses her arms and sulks.
"The more you sulk, the more the answer is no." Delos says, spying Sari out of the corner of his eye.
"But I want one." Sari keeps up her protests.
"Sometimes we can't get what we want Princess." Delos sighs. At this, Maggie comes into the bathroom and wraps her arms around her husband's waist from behind.
"Can't get what?" she asks, kissing Delos' back.
"Sari wants some doll." He replies, with a sigh (Everyone seems to be sighing in this story huh?).
"It's a doll that talks and pees, and…and everything." Sari says to her mother, then to her father. "I want one."
"Sari? I said no! Maybe you'll get one from Santa. It's almost Christmas after all." Delos says, wiping his face with a towel.
"Now scoot!" Delos says, flinging his hands. "I need to shower."
Sari goes out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Delos takes his boxers off and steps into the shower, water heating up a bit.
"Do I need to scoot?" Maggie asks in a seductive throaty voice. She steps up behind Delos and wraps her arms around him.
"Nah, you can stay." Delos replies, with a huge grin.
(I think we'll let those two have a little 'steamy' encounter?)
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A/N; Ooh, my glasses are steaming up! (Yes, I wear glasses.) Whaddaya think? Should I add a little sex scene in one of the next parts, say…Ash and Mare? Ooh, I think 18's starting to catch up with me. (I was 18 yesterday. 3rd Jan.) I wrote that on 'Marie' but not this.