0361: The Vampire's Daughter Book IV

With the word “no” still streaming from his lips, Vein looked up and saw that Sabastian was completely unharmed by the sun's rays. He stopped yelling, as thoughts swarmed his mind. How could Sabastian stand in the sun without any harm befalling him? Was Sabastian so powerful that even sun couldn't kill him? Vein had seen others die by the sun, it was awful to behold and one of the most gruesome punishments ever handed down. And yet the sun had no impact on Sabastian. How was it possible?

Francis looked at Vein and, interrupting Vein's racing mind, said, “I thought the sun was supposed to kill you guys.”

“It is,” Vein replied just as the sun began to touch the top of Night's head.

At first nothing happened, making Vein question all he knew, had seen and had been taught. Then, suddenly, Night began to scream. Her eyes glowing as if fire were reflecting off of them, but there was no fire in front of her. This was what Vein remembered. He closed his eyes, knowing full well what would happen next.

As suddenly as she started to scream, Night stopped. Then her head erupted in a flame that slowly crept through her entire body. It came out her fingers before taking her arms, it came out her toes before taking her legs. It was like the fire was spreading internally. Like Night was an old wooden building with a fire ripping apart the inside structure before making its appearance to the outer world.

Sabastian stood and watched in the full sunlight. Vein and Francis had retreated further into the house, but watched from the shadows with Francis holding the vampire's sleepy body up. “My God,” Francis said to Vein, “it's horrible.”

“It always is,” Vein said to him.

“Why isn't the same thing happening to Sabastian?”

“I don't know.”

As her body burned it remained charred and intact, standing before the sun. When the fire had finally burned itself out, ash began to fall and blow in a gentle breeze that had come seemingly from nowhere.

A stream of ash flowed on the wind, creating a trail that wound its way over the courtyard wall and into obscurity.

As the final grains of Night danced on the wind to nowhere Sabastian said, in his own voice, “It was your own will that freed you, my daughter.” He watched the final grains disappear over the courtyard wall and turned, his body in the full light of day. He didn't think much about it, but somehow he knew the entire time that no harm would befall him. That the sun, with its purifying rays, couldn't harm him. No, he paused briefly to look at the glowing orb in the sky, it wouldn't harm him. Sabastian admired the sun for a moment, as he hadn't gazed upon it in years. A smile only Susan would have noticed spread and faded. He walked into the house.

Without saying a word, he strode over to Francis who was struggling to hold up Vein. Sabastian bent down and took Vein into his arms, lifting his barely conscious body up.

Vein could only watch in a mixture of shock and horror. He feared that now was the time of his death. That Sabastian would do to him what had just happened to Night.

With his mind, Sabastian said comfortingly, “I will take you to your room.”

Soothed by Sabastian's words, Vein's mind relaxed. “How?” he asked in a barely audible voice.

Sabastian didn't answer.



[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010. All rights reserved.]