Going back was almost impossible. Not because of the chance of the egg possibly failing and obliterating her from existence. But because she was leaving Ambrose behind.And Vladher mind unhelpfully adds.
She can see him in the corner of her eye watching her. And suddenly all she wants is to crawl back into his arms.
Being back with family after the whole...thingis nice. More than nice actually, it's perfect. Despite worshiping a new Goddess it's almost like nothing's changed.
Having to explain to her Aunties about her change in diet and how it happened gets her grounded for the rest of her now unnatural life was worth itbecause they were alive and not laying dead in the basement or in the ground.
After a while things fall back into routine between cheerleading, the academy, high school, and her friends when they all can spare the time. She and Nick are... not exactly avoiding each other but they talk. And it's nice.
But not perfect.
Because in the back of her mind she misses Vlad just that small bit. And it's ridiculous because she knows exactly where to find him. But the Vlad of this time wasn't there with her after the apocalypse, he wasn'therVlad.
It took nearly a year before she could finally decide she wanted to see him.
Physically, the place didn't look any different. Just herself and the budding hope she brings scents the room.Lasttime she couldn't smell the blood.
And he's there, laying in the sarcophagus, with the lid down against the wall. He is skin and flesh instead of bones and he's the best thing she's ever saw in a year, second only to seeing her family alive.
Tips of her fingers trace the edge of his eyebrow down his cheeks to his jaw.
Her wrist is snatched in a death grip while he sits up and Vlad is staring at her. His expression puzzled.
Blood is lives isn't it?so Sabrina takes a thumb nail and mimics what he had done over a year ago and drags a cut at the hollow of her throat and smiles a small smile revealing elongated teeth.
His expression turns from puzzled to curious, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. And he leans down sealing his mouth over the wound. She can feel each swipe of his tongue and the brush of his sharpened teeth and it warms her.
He's wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer until she can get no closer unless she was to crawl into his lap.
In pure Sabrina style, that's exactly what she does.
He mouths up her neck and bites down, and her hands are tangled in his hair, and his are gripping her hips. No space left to breathe between them.
And so she decides she'll keep him. Because being wrapped in his arms makes her feel utterly safe for the first time since he'd last held her.