|Epilogue to Shake the Disease (standard:fantasy, 435 words) [11/11] show all parts|
|Author: Jenkis||Added: Dec 18 2000||Views/Reads: 1491/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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The bright light of the sun woke Sioux up. She sat up on her bed and frowned at the fact that Gwendal was nowhere in sight. She stood up and stretched her cat-like body before walking to her window and looking out. Strange, she thought, that no one was out in sight. Perhaps the *Vampyres* hadnít hunted in this part of Shadow Way. She walked back to her mirror and took a look at herself. After all these years, her beauty hadnít left her but she was only a shadow of the Sioux she once was. She put on the black blouse, pants and boots and covered her eyes with the lenses before stepping out to the hall. ďGwendal?Ē she called into the empty hallway and no one answered. She frowned once more and decided to take a look in Aikenís room. Gwendal had woken in the middle of the night to go check on Aiken as both of them often did and she had drifted back to sleep before he came back. But had he really come back? The question gnawed at her subconscious. Perhaps heíd fallen asleep in Aikenís room but she seriously doubted it. Perhaps heíd left her as he had threatened to do all those times they had those horrible fights. At that thought she raised her brows, wondering if it would make a difference to her if Gwendal was absent in her life. She then realized that after all these years she had come to care about him. But what about Aiken? Did Gwendal take him as well? Sioux grimaced as she thought of her life without Aiken and Gwendal. But Aiken wouldnít have left without her, she knew it. At fourteen, Aiken was very mature for his age and loved his Mother tenderly. He was probably sleeping in late as he did sometimes. She hesitated a moment before opening her sonís door. She gasped when she came in the room, her nostrils filling up with the odor of blood, but what she stared at was her sonís window, wide open as the sun peered in and the soft breeze moved the black curtains. She stood still staring at that window and the possibilities it opened before very slowly her gaze drifted towards the bed. And there they were, Father and Son, wrapped in each otherís arms; their open and lifeless eyes staring into nothing as the soaked black sheets dripped ruby red blood onto the floor. * * * In the City of the Dead, as she slept in Drakonís arms, Taiís lush mouth curved into a cold smile. Tweet
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