Everlasting Breath

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 9 (v.1) - Our Mission Has Begun

Submitted: September 17, 2008

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Submitted: September 17, 2008



Chapter 9: Our Mission Has Begun

“We must see Nicholas, Christopher, Melissa, and Summer, next. They will be pleased to be included in our endeavor.” Dante already had everyone lined up, and I was sure he had everything he wanted to say worked out, as well.

“Very well….ah, here they are!” My father opened his eyes, grabbed Dante’s hands and showed him where they were. I was sure Dante already knew, considering most of these people had been his friends, but my father was all too excited to use his “special powers.”

We arrived again in front of another house. This one was much larger-almost castle-looking. It was made of large, grey stones and vines ran up all of the sides. It had no porch, but bushes lined the entire outside.

The walkway consisted of matted-down grass, which surprised me considering they must be rich to own this.

We reached the front door and Dante knocked again. The doors reminded me of those on the entrance of April’s mansion.

I stared ahead and watched as both of the doors opened, revealing two very large men. I had to twist my head upward just to look into their faces.

They both had shaggy hair, although one had a dirty blond, and the other a fire red. They were both equally pale and equally magnificent-looking.

One of the men spoke in a very deep voice. It scared me at first as it rumbled through the stone walls.

“Dante! I haven’t seen you in years, man, how are ya?” I was quite taken but the way he talked-I would have thought he would be proper, like the rest of the vampires. After all, most of them came from the early 1900’s.

“Hello, Nicholas,” he nodded his head at him, “Hello, Christopher. This is my fianc, Victoria, and her father, Damien.”

“Ah, Victoria! We’ve heard much about you!” Christopher was much more proper than Nicholas in his words, but his voice was just as deep.

“Hi. I imagine you’ve heard all about our situation then, haven’t you?” I asked.

Their faces twisted in confusion and they both looked at Dante, searching his face for their answers.

“May we come in? Also, where are the girls?” Dante smiled slyly.

“They’re inside, come on in! They’ll be excited to see you, dude.”

We walked inside and I stretched my neck up to look at the ceiling. There was a very large mural covering the entire surface. It was beautiful, painted like stained glass. It looked so realistic.

A large chandelier hung above us as we walked along a runner and into the dining room, I have believed.

I looked ahead of me, holding hands with Dante, and saw a woman sitting at the table. The other was standing in the kitchen with her back faced toward us.

The one at the table looked completely mysterious. She had long black hair that hung around her face like a veil and she peeked her eyes through the stray hairs. Her eyes were a bright red, which scared me. She must be very thirsty considering there was nothing to curve any of our thirsts anymore.

She wore a bright red strapless dress and black high-heels. Her legs were crossed under the table but I could see her bright blue veins under her translucent skin. I felt her pain.

The other woman turned around, a bright smile filling her face. Her hair was a dirty blond color, as well, parted to the side with bangs that swept perfectly across her face. Her eyes were a bright green color-almost the same as Dante’s, yet his were amazingly more vibrant.

She wore a white summer dress, the complete opposite as the other woman. Strappy, yellow sandals cradled her feet as she danced across the room and into Christopher’s arms. They were a perfect match, both with lovely blond hair, and both very cheerfully dressed.

“Oh! Dante!” She realized who was standing here and ran over to Dante, taking his hands and kissing them, one-by-one. I knew not to feel jealous.

“Hello, Melissa. How have you been, my dear?” How ironic, the mysterious woman’s name was Summer.

“I have been just wonderful!” She ran back over to Chris and took his side, wrapping her pale arms around him. She looked completely fragile in his presence.

“Melissa, this is Victoria, my fianc, and this is her father, Damien.” He stretched his arms out to both of us as he introduced us and she smiled with a little wave.

Summer got up out of her chair and pushed it in with a loud scraping sound across the wooden floor.

“Hello, Dante.” Her voice was hoarse and she sounded sick. I felt bad for her; I could tell she was in agony.

“Summer, it is so good to see you. You look striking as always.”

“Don’t lie, Dante, it isn’t nice.” She sounded coarse and it kind of got to me. He was just trying to be a gentleman, what’s so bad about that?

“So, why are you guys here, anyway? I haven’t heard from you since you called about the wedding arrangements, why come now?” Michelle’s face grew curious.

“Truth is that we have a favor to ask of all of you.”

“What’s that, Dante?” Chris asked.

“Victoria has found a human child and we need your help to convince April to let him live.”

“She wants to kill him?!” Unexpectedly, Summer was the one to explode with this question. Apparently, first impressions aren’t always right.

“Yes. We have asked her to wait a few years so that Xavier can make the decision for himself, seeing as he would be around Nikki’s age, but she said she wouldn’t have it. She completely shot us down and told us to leave. We want to start a petition and show up with as many people as we can on our side to get her to change her mind.”

“Well, you know I’m with ya, man!” Chris was all too thrilled.

“Thank you, Christopher.”

“I’m with you, as well,” Michelle answered.

“Me too,” Nicholas was next.

“I cannot believe April would stand by such a thing. She knows that her child was killed. How could she do such a thing? We may not have beating hearts, but they are still there. What a monster!” Summer sounded very upset about the whole situation and I was questioning myself about April’s long lost child. Apparently, this child had been killed, so why was she so quick to jump on the ball of killing ours?

“I do not understand it either, Summer, but we will do whatever we can in our power to make this stop. I cannot allow my new son to be killed or to go through that type of mental and physical torture.”

“So, we take that as a ‘yes’ for all of you?” My father asked. It was the first thing I’d heard him say since we had gotten here.

“Yes.” They all answered in unison.

“Thank you.” I bowed my head.

“Victoria will contact you when we are in need of your services. Thank you again, my friends.”

We walked out of the house and the same events happened for the rest of the day. I had hoped Xavier would be okay, but I knew that April would at least give us the time until we got back from our “errands”.

We traveled to at least 30 homes, some of them said yes, little of them said no, and we decided that would be enough for the day.

“I can’t believe how many of them are behind us!” I was completely ecstatic about how the day had gone and I was more than appreciative of Dante and his idea.

“Would you like to stay with us tonight, Damien?”

“That would be great, thanks Dante.”

We dropped my father off at the house and I decided to stay with him while Dante picked up Xavier.

We took our seats in the same places we had when my father last visited. It felt different now, more like I had known him my whole life, and that was the best feeling in the world.

“You don’t know your own strength, do you, Vic?” He finally asked, crossing his legs.

“I guess I don’t, dad. I mean, I’ve tried to do things but I just don’t know where to start, you know?”

“I understand. I was the same way when I first turned.”

This brought a question into my mind. I hadn’t thought of it until this very moment.

“Dad, weren’t you nineteen when you turned into a darkling?”


“Then….how did you age? I mean, you’re not physically nineteen anymore.”

“Very true, and I was wondering when you were going to ask that.”


“I used my mind to tell myself to age, Vic. Once I left you and your mother, I wanted to die. I didn’t want to stay the same age for the rest of eternity. I wanted to age, and I wanted to die.”

“So, if we wish hard enough for ourselves to die….it’ll happen?”

“Yes. Anything is possible with our minds, Vic. That is something you have to understand.”

“So, if I didn’t want to be a vampire anymore, I could just wish that I wasn’t anymore?”

“Now, that’s something a little more complicated. You see, Dante’s venom runs through your veins now. You cannot stop that type of thing. Just as if you were to have a disease, you cannot wish yourself out of that disease.”

“Hmm, I see. That’s pretty weird.”

“Yeah, I know. But, that’s why I’m here to help you. I wanted to make everything better between us so that I could help you. I didn’t want you going at this by yourself, and that’s why I was so upset when we left on the terms that we did.”

“Well, I’m sorry, dad, and I want your help. Dante’s tried to explain some things to me, but it just isn’t the same with someone who isn’t going through the same thing that you are.”

“Understandable, kid. Well, I’m here now, so don’t worry, we’ll get this all sorted out. It looks to me like things are going to start going to a little better, now.”

“Yeah, I hope it stays like this.”

Just then, Dante busted through the front door holding Xavier in his arms.

“Victoria! She bit him! She bit him!”

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