Guardian Angel
Dawn went limp in Davion's arms. His eyes widened in horror. "Dawn!" He called, loudly. He laid her gently on the ground, cradling her head in his hand. "Dawn!" he repeated.
Panic coursing through every cell in his body, he pressed his hand to her chest and his ear to her mouth, checking for any sign of life. Davion could feel no breath. Under the weight of his hand he could feel Dawn's heart flutter twice, then stop altogether.
"No! No!" He rasped, his voice wavering. "Don't you dare die on me!" He patted the girl's cheek, trying not to slap her with too much force. "Dawn, wake up. Wake up!" he ordered, shaking her.
Grey stepped out of the darkness towards him. "It's no use, Master. The girl is dead." Davion glared over his shoulder, "No she is not!"
Davion turned his eyes back to the motionless Dawn. Her face was turning white, her lips a pale blue. That old feeling on utter abandonment and loneliness crept back into Davion's heart. Blood red tears began to fall from his reddening eyes, staining his pale face. "Please, please, don't leave me." He begged in a low whisper.
"It's too late." Said Grey, his tone and expression passive and uncaring. Davion shot him another glare with his predatory eyes. "She's not dead! I will not let her die!" he raged.
Davion tore at his wrist with his sharp fangs, blood splashed onto Dawn's cheek. He offered his wounded wrist to her lips, "Drink" he whispered, pressing it to her mouth.
She would not take it. "She's gone." Grey said, trying to get Davion to understand that Dawn was dead. Davion ignored him. He took his wrist into his own mouth and drew in his blood, then taking Dawn up in his arms, he pressed his lips to hers. He parted her cold lips and forced the blood into her mouth.
As he pulled away, he watched as her chest began to rise up and down as she began to breathe again. He grinned and pressed his ear to her chest. He could hear her heart begin to beat again. "It worked!" he announced with joy. Davion sighed in relief.
"Why, why did you bring her back from the brink?" Grey's red eyes were wide as he stared at the revived Dawn. Davion took off his black cape and wrapped her in it, trying to keep her as warm as possible. Grey continued, "Why didn't you just let her go?" he asked with wonderment.
Davion lifted Dawn in his arms, turning towards his fledgling. Grey was still ranting, "You're only prolonging the inevitable. If she is lucky enough to survive her youth, she will eventually grow old and die. And you, forever young, will be left behind. Why do you add to your torment?" The look in Grey's eyes seemed distant, as if he were remembering something from long ago.
Davion gazed into Grey's eyes, his black hair waving about in the wind, almost blending into the darkness of the night. "This girl owes me a great debt, a debt she has yet to repay." He stated in a dark voice.
With a gust of wind the darkness enveloped Davion, taking him back to the clearing where William van Helsing knelt over his wife.
"There are some puncture wounds on your neck, he didn't bite you did he?" asked Helsing, after checking over Maria's injuries. Maria placed her hand over the bleeding holes in her neck, "No, those are from his claws." She grudgingly got up from her place on the dusty ground.
She staggered, but William grabbed her by the arms to hold her up. She placed a blood covered hand on his arm, "I'm fine, William." Her golden eyes studied the cliff above them. "We need to find, Dawn." William gritted his teeth together, at the thought of his daughter being in the clutches of a vampire.
He picked his gun up from the ground and placing another ultraviolet round in it, he cocked it, letting the spent shells fall with a clatter to the ground.
"Mother F-in Vampire, I'll get him for this!" William van Helsing slung his wife up in his arms and began to carry her to the silver plated hummer. "Don't you dare put me in that truck!" Maria shouted, "Are you trying to kill me!" William stopped, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking." He muttered, his mind completely overwhelmed with worry.
Maria sighed, "Put me down. I can walk." He let her climb out of his arms. With her feet firmly on the ground, she glared at her husband, who wouldn't have noticed her if she were completely nude. She began to growl, but stopped when she caught a very familiar scent. "He's back!" she warned, spinning around with guns drawn.
The sight that met William van Helsing's eye, was one that often hauted his dreams. His little girl lying limp in the arms of a vampire, her blood, dripping out of the corner of his lips.
The vampire slowly knelt down and gently laid Dawn on the ground before him. William and Maria watched in awed disbelief as he tenderly brushed dawn's hair away from her face. "I have done no wrong towards your daughter, Helsing." The vamp said, his voice that of an archangel, beautiful yet powerful.
"I highly doubt that vampire." Came William's gruff voice, he aimed his gun higher for a clean head shot. "She had an asthma attack." The vampire shot back, baring his white teeth. "She stopped breathing. I had to give her some of my blood to bring her back." Maria focefully made William lower his gun, "I know it's crazy, but I believe him." she said. "I've done all that I can for her. She needs a doctor, I would take her to the hospital myself, but I haven't eaten in a while. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself if I went there. Will you take care of her for me?"
William put a way his gun, "of course she's my daughter." He said roughly. He came quickly towards them, always keeping his eye on Davion, watching for any kind of movement. Davion kept deathly still.
The vampire hunter lifted his firstborn easily, her head rested on his chest, her body wrapped tightly in the vampire's black cloak. He turned on his heel and carried her quickly towards the truck. He loaded her up and sped quickly away towards the hospital.
Maria and Davion stood without speaking in the clearing. "Why did you stop him?" asked Davion, breaking the silence. "What?"
"William was going to end me. He was screaming about it in his head, I heard that very clearly, you stopped him, why?" he asked again.
Maria's eyes softened, "You saved Dawn's life." She said. Davion's brow lowered over his green eyes, "aren't you the one who's been sending wolves after her?" Maria shook her head, "No of course not. I like Dawn." Davion chuckled, "Then why are you so cold towards her?" She shrugged her shoulders, "It's my nature. Besides, I haven't had anything to do with my pack since I married William." Davion's mind began to race with thoughts. If Maria wasn't calling to the wolves then who was?
Hospital-
I awoke into a daze. The room around me was not my own. It was cold and barren. I was wearing a blue gown, lying in a hospital bed with wires of all kinds hooked up to me. I could feel a weight at the side of my bed. I turned my face to see my father asleep, with his head resting on his arms. What happened? I wondered. The last thing I remembered was Davion beating the crap out of the vampire father. Grey he called him.
I patted his arm, nearest me. His head, full of disheveled brown hair, jolted up from its resting-place. "Dawn, are you alright! Do you need me to call a nurse?" His words were drenched with worry. I smiled slightly, "I'm ok Dad really. Please don't worry about me. I'm used to this."
I watched his expression turn serious, "Your "friend" said that he lost you for a moment back there. He said you stopped breathing." My heavy eyelids shot open, "seriously." His eye narrowed, "Yes, seriously." He said a bit angrily, "Dawn, when I saw him standing there with you limp in his arms, I really thought I had lost you!" He threw his arms around me giving me a big hug, "I was afraid I had lost you like I lost your mother." His voice sounded so sad, I could feel tears forming in my eyes.
After a while I persuaded him to go home and rest. I was getting some much-needed sleep when I felt a welcomed presence in the room with me. My eyelids hesitantly opened, allowing me to see the green eyed vision, sitting in the chair at my bedside.
Davion was sitting with his legs crossed and his hands were in front of him, his fingertips touching. I whispered his name and he looked up at me, he did not smile. "How are you feeling?" he asked, muttering the question. "I'm better." I answered in a small voice. "Dad said that I stopped breathing. Lucky for me you were able to revive me."
He lowered his eyes into shadow, "You didn't just stop breathing, Dawn, you were DEAD." He got up from his chair in an almost invisible motion, "I had to feed you some of my blood to get you back."
My eyes widened, "Your blood!" a sudden twinge of disgust shot through my stomach. Davion paced to the window, he ran his long fingers through his hair. "I had only heard rumors that vampire blood has the power to prolong life, but I didn't know if it would work or not. I don't know how my blood will affect you, it could allow you to live a hundred years…" "Well that's nice," I interrupted, He gave me an exasperated look, "Or you could be dead in three days. I don't know. I have no idea!"
"You gave me some of your blood before, didn't you?" I asked. "Not enough to have any kind of affect. The amount I gave you tonight, however, was more than enough." He came to the bedside, taking my hand in his. His touch felt like ice. "Promise that you will tell me if you notice anything out of the ordinary." I looked down at the tubes in my arm, "fine." I whispered under my breath. "Promise me" he stated forcefully. I looked back up at his eyes, "I promise." I whispered, louder.
He released my hand and fell back into the chair, resting his head on the back of it and his legs sprawled out in front of him. He didn't look very vampire at that moment, in fact he almost looked human. His eyes traveled back to me. "Are you glad that I brought you back?" he asked, after a brief silence.
I kept my head bowed, my eyes locked on my hands, which were folded in my lap. "If I were dead I'd never be able to see you again, so yes I'm glad you saved me."
"I'm sorry I got you into this, Dawn." I heard him say. My head shot up and I looked over at him, his head was resting on his fingertips, like humans do when they have a headache. "You saved that little girl. I'm proud of you." I told him.
"No, I shouldn't have gotten involved. I should have let your father do his work." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "What are you talking about Davion!"
His brows narrowed, "They've been hunting humans, Dawn. Your father was right."
"What?"
"I could smell it on his breath." His expression turned to one of disgust, "the blood." That's when everything became clear to me, "That's why you were so angry with that Grey Person.
He nodded.
"Who is Grey anyway?" I asked. His eyes moved in thought, "I turned Grey and his wife and child." He answered with some hesitation. "The whole family?" I asked, "Yes. You see I met Grey during the time of the plague. His entire family had it. They were all lying in the street, waiting to die. Grey was somehow able to see me for what I really was. He begged me to turn them so that they could all stay together forever. I'm not sure how I did it, but I turned them. Unlike most master vampires I did not change their names, I did not destroy their human identities, they are the same as they were in life. Preferring to wander alone, I left them to themselves. Simply, walking away."
I listened intently to his story. I sometimes forgot how old he actually was. What wonders he must have seen through the ages. I wish I had been there with him.
The following morning, Maria picked me up from the hospital and took me home.
As we entered the hall, I asked her where my father was. She pointed towards the basement door. "He's been down there all night. I think he's setting up to go on a hunt for your vampire friend. You better go talk some sense into him." I ran through the door in a hurry, flying down the steps.
I found my dad sharpening thick long stakes. "Dad what are you doing?"
He spun around in his chair. "What does it look like?" he replied gruffly.
I sighed deeply. I knew what I had to do, and I didn't like it. "There's something I need to tell you." I said, my own voice sounded foreign to me.
He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at me. I took a deep breath, "Before I came to live with you…I was in the hospital for a long time…" He interrupted me, "For whatever for?" he asked. I began again the sound of my voice even smaller than before, "I…tried to kill myself, Dad." He stared blankly at me, like his mind needed a moment to process what I had just said.
I needed to lay everything out on the table for him so I went on, he'd catch up eventually, "After mom died, I was put into foster care while they tried to track you down. I was miserable. And I was sure that you didn't want me. So I decided to end it all. I thought that life was meaningless, but I was wrong." He listened intently, his brow rising and falling with my words.
I thought of Davion and a smile came to my face, "Davion gives me a reason to live. He's taught me that life is beautiful and precious. He's saved my life again and again, never asking for anything but my loyalty in return." My smile broadened as I knelt down to touch my father's shoulder, "Davion may be a vampire but he's the closest thing to a guardian angel I've ever had."
He held my hand staring into my blue eyes, with a loving expression, "If you care about the devil that much, I suppose I will spare him, for now." His stare intensified, "But I warn you daughter, don't be fooled by his unearthly beauty for seduction is the vampire's greatest weapon."