Eve ran into the dank basement as fast as she could and slammed the door. There was no way she was risking one of those things getting in. She pressed her back against the door, and sank down to the ground.
“That could have been really bad,” she breathed heavily to no one in particular.
“Promise me right now Anna, that you’ll never go outside of this room without me by your side.”
“I promise,” replied a shaky voice from the corner. “Aunt Eve?”
“Yes Anna?” responded Eve.
“When will I be able to see my mommy again?”
“Soon Anna, real soon…” Eve couldn’t bear to tell Anna that her mom wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon. Not as a human anyway.
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Fitz and Eve were meant for each other.
In another time they would have been…
There’s no use in dwelling upon the could have beens or the should have beens. They are all gone, burnt up and laid low.
This was not another time. It was this time; the hard present, the cruel reality.
Fitz was bitten and then he rose. Eve ran and then she mourned.
Don’t cry yet, not yet, dear children. But for tragedy, you say, this should be enough.
Ah, yes but you forget: we cannot hide behind the should have beens and the could have beens. This is now.
Fate would not be cheated, Fitz and Eve were meant for each other.
After all, “When the gods give evil…”
Fitz and Eve found each other. He held her in his arms again. She sunk her nails in his back like she had so many times before. He bent to kiss her neck and breathed in her perfume. His teeth rested upon her skin.
And he stopped.
The thick glaze across his eyes seemed to brighten slightly, if only slightly.
And he waited. He waited.
Then he caught the scent of flesh beneath the sweet fragrance and bit down.