Chapter Thirty-Five: Where the Years have Gone
Rachel, Nevada August 26th 2010
Xander let out a low growl and ran his fingers through his hair. It was short now, not the childish style he had before and as much as he missed the way his hair used to be, it was easier to manage now. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looked at himself in the small, full length mirror in front of the bed he was currently sitting on. His lip piecing’s were long gone but his tattoo’s remained, a permanent reminder of his past.
Caspar 1342-2006 was neatly inked on the back of his neck, his baby sister’s name and dates and below her were the names of the twins who lost their lives the same day as Caspar. All of the tattoos were barely visible for the new clothes he now wore. Instead of black and baggy with chains, he wore simple suits… still mostly dark in color.
He twisted the ruby ring on his finger, still holding the nervous habit after so many years but now when he did it a glimpse of the gold band on his ring finger would cause him to smile. He was no longer alone in the world. Rosemary loved him and never left his side. And now Mona brightened his life with her lopsided smile and timid little ways. They were a family now.
“Daddy?” a small voice rung out in the dark room.
Looking in to the mirror, Xander forced himself to suppress a shiver when he found a golden eye watching him from within the shadows. Mona pulled herself out of the sheets and crawled towards her father, placing herself in his lap. Lightly smiling, Xander wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
“When is Mummy coming home?” she mumbled, hugging a little doll close to her chest.
“We’re going to go get her soon.” Xander softly whispered to her, twisting his fingers in her soft blood colored hair. Mona liked to wear her hair up in little pigtails, it never seemed to suit her plump face but she threw a fit if she didn’t get her way. “Do you miss Mummy?”
Mona nodded, pouting as she lightly played with her doll. “I miss Mummy.”
“I do too.” Xander rested his chin on her small head and glanced in the mirror again.
Lysander Masae never thought he would ever sit in the same room as the child of his brother, let alone raise it. He chuckled and tightened his grip on the girl he tenderly called his daughter.
“I love you, Mona.” He hummed, rocking her.
“I love you too, Daddy.” She lent up and kissed her father’s cheek.