0225: The Vampire's Daughter, Book Three

The next night Sol woke up holding Jamie naked in his arms. He closed his eyes and thought about how much had happened in so short a period of time. And now he was back here, in the home he and Jamie shared so many years ago.

Jamie had made changes, such as the torture room, but it was, for the most part, just as Sol remembered it. Those were better days. Carefree days, but it didn't seem like it at the time. Despite their mutual affection, Sol and Jamie fought often and usually about the same thing.

"Don't dwell on the past," Sol said out loud.

"I don't darling," Jamie said, shifting forward and upward to look Sol in the face, "you do."

"I know," Sol responded, "I was talking to myself." Jamie laid down on Sol's chest again.

After a long pause, Jamie asked, "You kept your promise to me didn't you?"

"Yes."

Jamie sat up, with legs dangling over the side of the tall four-poster bed. While examining the texture of the deep blue fabric that hung from the wall, Jamie said, "I'm not as strong as you."

Sol sat up and pressed himself against Jamie, saying, "I never expected it of you. It isn't in your nature."

"But I feel that I've let you down."

"Perhaps you've let yourself down, but I'm not the least bit upset."

"I tried. I really did," Jamie said. "How did you last so long without being with another?"

"I had other things on my mind. If you recall, we last parted just days before I left for the New World."

"And now you're back and I'm thinking about sex when I should be thinking about how to help you out of the mess you've gotten into. I'm sorry, we'll have time for these discussions if we survive your little blood hunt."

"Don't apologize. You gave me what I needed when I needed it. Last night was a blissful escape from the din that has surrounded me these past days."

"Blissful," Jamie said. "I like the sound of that. Was it really that good?"

"Better, but then I haven't had sex in over a hundred years," Sol said with a kiss to Jamie's pale cheek.

"Oh you," Jamie said, slapping Sol's naturally tan arm. "But, really, we should do something about this situation you're in before they figure out where our little love nest is. Let me see that list."

Sol got up and walked, naked, into the living room, where he had hastily removed his jacket the previous night. He fumbled with it for a moment before he found the inside pocket where the sealed note and list were hiding.

Sol sat on the couch for a moment and looked at the list. It was short and he had never even heard of half the vampires on it. The few names he recognized were sleeping or presumed dead. He shook his head and stood up.

Walking back in to the bedroom, he handed Jamie the list, saying, "There aren't many names I recognize."

Jamie took a look and said, "And I bet many of those are in a deep sleep."

"Yes," Sol said, sitting down next to his friend and sighing.

"Do you know what the note says?"

"No, John Paul didn't tell me and he sealed it before giving it to me."

"Well, the note probably wouldn't have helped us find any of these vampires anyway." Jamie responded.

"I don't know where to start, and having a blood hunt over my head doesn't help any."

Stroking Sol's thigh, Jamie said, "We'll figure it out. I'll do the legwork. Although I'm sure most know of our past, few are stupid or strong enough to confront me."

"You know I appreciate this," Sol said.

"Really?" Jamie asked with mock surprise, "Show me." Jamie mounted Sol, pushing his upper half onto the bed. Sol smiled as Jamie fell on top of him and nuzzled into his neck.





[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006. All rights reserved.]