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Unconditional Feline Love (flash fiction -150 words)

Alone in the bedroom with their human, the two cats sat watching as the brave face she had put on during the day, the smiles and laughter from her business video calls, vanished. As they watched her pull a baggy t-shirt over her head, a cloud of sadness descended over her. Was that a tear on her cheek?

The feline brothers exchanged a glance, telepathically agreeing their strategy. Their human was their world and they were hers.

In the darkness as she slept, they settled on the bed, one on either side of her. One slept curled up close to her heart where she could reach out and hug him close. The other brother stretched out along the length of her legs, sharing his body heat with her to help ground those human emotions. Both of them purred the sound resonating deeply.

Surrounded by unconditional feline love, she slept soundly.

Note- the cat in the photo was Gandalf, my beautiful white boy who crossed over the rainbow bridge a long time ago. He was one of a kind. Miss him.

Silently Watching As The Rose Moon Wanes

Disregarding the risks, the dark angel landed lightly in front of her mausoleum. The previous enchantment that had held her captive there had long since been lifted but she still scanned the area for magical wards as a precautionary measure.

“Careless, Son of Perran,” she muttered under her breath. “Very careless.”

Once inside the tomb, Anna wove a seal around the entrance to keep her safe from prying eyes. With a click of her fingers, she lit the wall sconces, the flames instantly creating some flickering light and dancing shadows. Looking round, she saw that all of her hiding places had been discovered and most of her possessions taken, with the exception of the few things strewn across the floor.

With a sigh that reeked of melancholy, the dark angel sat down on the stone bench seat and drew her cloak around her. After the events of the past few months, she needed time and peace to think. She had fed before returning to her home but knew that the remnants of her meal would soon be discovered, limiting her time for contemplation. It had been a tempting thought to make her victim a vampire to give her some company, but she lacked the energy to nurture a fledgling and the patience to train one. Instead, she had left the fisherman’s body floating face down in the small, isolated loch. His passing resemblance to Jem was what had attracted her to him, his blood satisfying her thirst.

Reaching into the folds of her cloak, Anna pulled out a purple leatherbound book and smiled to herself. She had hidden her grimoire inside herself when she had first been captured. One swift spell had prevented it from falling into Meryn’s meddlesome hands. Over the years, she had worked hard to enhance the spells that were recorded in her mother’s grimoire, creating her own strain of dark magic. Now though, she had no one to pass that knowledge on to… except for Luna.

Gifting the baby her mother’s spell book had been a risk, a necessary risk. Eventually little Luna would grow up and inherit Meryn’s grimoire, Trine’s if she had one plus her own. Assuming the little girl worked on her own grimoire too, it would make Luna the most powerful vampire with magic powers that the world had ever seen.

Now all she needed to do was figure out a way to be involved in the little girl’s education.

On the eve of the summer solstice, Meryn prepared to take her leave. She had stayed on at the beach hut after Michael had departed to help Trine and Jem reinforce the enchantments around their home. The three vampires had combined their powers and created wards in the surrounding area that would trigger if a vampire or any creature capable of magic came near. They had even gone as far as creating protective wards out in the river. As a result, the beach hut was as impenetrable as Stefan’s castle.

“Do you need to go?” asked Trine quietly. “We’ve room. You could stay here for the summer with us.”

“And who would keep an eye on your father if I stayed?” laughed Meryn, reaching out to hug the younger woman. “We already agree that you would all winter with me. Come for Samhain. There are some lessons for you to learn that will help you to teach Luna the arts.”

“You are not teaching our daughter magic,” stated Jem firmly. He was holding Luna balanced on his hip and the baby was reaching out to pull at his wings.

“Jeremiah,” began his mother just as firmly. “Your daughter has magic flowing through her veins. She needs to be taught how to master it before it controls her. Both you and Trine need to be taught how to teach her.”

“And if we refuse, mother?” he challenged.

“Then the little girl you are holding in your arms could grow up to be more dangerous and out of control than Anna.”

“But she’s a baby,” protested Trine.

“How do you think that doll fell off the shelf onto the floor yesterday? Or how did those soft play cubes find their way into her cot?” countered Meryn. “Luna is a natural witch and a natural vampire. The Cinque Famiglia bloodline is powerful. She’s already testing her powers. She can’t help it. Its instinctive to her.”

Both Jem and Trine turned to star at each other, both terrified by what they were hearing.

“I’ll see you in time for Samhain,” continued Meryn as she opened the door. “If you need me before then, send for me.”

Before either of them could reply, the older vampiress stepped outside, closing the door behind her.

A huge crow sat in the trees to the east of the beach hut. It was perched high up in the branches out of sight as it watched Meryn disappear into the night.

Continue the Story…Dawn (flash fiction)

She jumped from the train, rolling in the dust before coming to a stop. A sharp pain shot through her right ankle. Breathing heavily, she reached down and rubbed it as she flexed her foot. It didn’t appear to be broken. With a groan, she clambered to her feet, testing her weight on her throbbing ankle gingerly. Her backpack had come to rest about a hundred metres back down the track. Seconds before she jumped, she had thrown it out, knowing that her desire not to lose it would give her that final boost of confidence to make the leap.

Her heart was still pounding as she limped back up the track to retrieve it. As she hoisted it onto her back, she looked around her. Nothing but fields to be seen for miles. Field after field after field stretching across the flat landscape towards the horizon. Squinting into the early morning sunshine, she thought she could make out a road in the distance. With no better plan in mind, she headed down the shallow scree slope beside the tracks, climbed the barbed wire fence and set off through the field. Keeping to the boundary so as not to damage the crop planted there, she walked in the general direction of the road.

As she walked, she felt the weight of her past begin to lift. True, she was only twenty-three, but she had lived and endured more in her short life than most folk twice her age.

The fresh new day stretched before her as she mentally created a new identity for herself. The person she had been was gone. She’d left them on the train. Her future lay ahead beyond the fields.

“Dawn,” she thought. “My name is now Dawn.”

Letting the shadows fall behind, she kept walking.

The Measly Jar of Motivation – The Journey

She had been walking forever or at least that was how it felt. The sun shone down on her path as she walked trail after trail. Each crossroads she came to had a signpost pointing four different ways. The only problem was that all signs led to the same destination. The only difference was the difficulty of the route. How was she meant to choose?

Her stomach grumbled with hunger. She had long since forgotten the taste of a favourite meal.

Putting one foot in front of the other, she kept moving forwards, letting life’s shadows fall behind her. Some of the paths she chose proved to be easier than others. Did some part of her subconscious deliberately self-sabotage and choose the more difficult ones as punishment for a crime that wasn’t hers? She always had been too hard on herself.

A long straight uphill path stretched before her. One more climb. Did she have it in her to reach the unseen summit?

Cresting the hill, she finally saw it. A small cottage with a breathtaking view over the water, surrounded by a white picket fence Cheesy but true.

Opening the gate, she trudged wearily up the path towards the peacock blue painted door.  Suddenly she became aware that there was a key in her jeans pocket. Had it been there before? There was a painted sign to the left of the front door revealing the name of the cottage- There. It made her smile.

Finally, she had made it.

A Midnight Musical Moment (flash fiction)

It was late, almost midnight, and the house was quiet…too quiet. All around her the kitchen lay in chaos after the earlier visit from her kids and their partners. It had been wonderful to have everyone over for dinner, but it was nice to wave them off at the front door too and have the house to herself again.

“Alexa, play my soundtrack,” she instructed as she began to load the dishwasher.

The first song that the “sometimes-not-so-smart” speaker began to play stirred up emotional ghosts from the past.

“Skip,” she stated sharply as she added the cutlery to the basket in the dishwasher.

Soon the kitchen was filled with music. She sang quietly and tunelessly to herself while she worked, content to lose herself in the songs. Music had always been her safe place, her sanctuary, and her playlist held so many precious memories for her.

Still singing, she filled the sink with hot soapy water and began to wash the wine glasses, stacking them carefully on the draining rack. The speaker began to play a song she hadn’t heard for a long, long time. It always reminded her of him. It was the song that had been playing the only time that they had danced together, slightly drunkenly, at a mutual friend’s wedding. That dance was one of her most precious memories of him. They’d trodden on each other’s toes repeatedly as they’d slowly made their way round the dancefloor that night.

Behind her, something in the air stirred. A familiar scent wafted by. She felt hands at her waist, pulling her round and into the all too familiar embrace of her past. Allowing herself to be held, she the arms around her encouraging her to sway in time to the music. Swept up in the moment, she danced slowly round the kitchen, savouring the seconds right through to the dying notes of the song.

From his perch on the breakfast bar, her cat watched the scene, wondering who this man was that was dancing in the kitchen at midnight with his mistress.

(credits to the owner of the image The Heart Speaks via Facebook)

One Tiny Star (100 word flash fiction)

Sitting on the edge of the patio step, allowing the darkness to envelop her like a favourite blanket, she looked up.

Everything as she knew it had ended. She felt lost and alone. The future…her future…her life…lay before her and it terrified her.

A single star shone brightly above the trees. She sat watching it in silence.

It was the only star in the sky visible to the naked eye.

If that tiny star could shine so brightly in the darkness, then so could she.

Taking a deep breath, she took a last look at the star and went indoors.

Miracle at Christmas – A Fresh Start for Jenny(short “Hallmark” story)

Last December

Snow was falling steadily in huge fluffy flakes as Jenny stepped down from the Greyhound bus. Miracle, population 1633, the sign outside of town had read. Well, she needed a miracle so on a whim, she had got off instead of staying on board all the way to Boston. It was late afternoon and Main Street in the small town was bustling with activity. Spying a sign for a coffee shop across the street, Jenny decided that that would be the perfect place to start to figure things out. She needed to pull together a plan and fast.

A few moments later, she stood outside the small, welcoming coffee shop. She smiled at the name, The Funky Bean, then a sign in the window caught her eye – “Help wanted. Apply at the counter.”

“Be with you in a moment,” called over the woman as she fought with some of the controls on the coffee machine. “Damn thing’s jammed,”

“Take your time,” said Jenny, then recognising the model of the coffee machine, added, “Turn the knob on the right anticlockwise then quickly flip it clockwise. That should clear it.”

“You think?”

Jenny nodded. While she had been in college, she had worked as a barista in a local coffee shop that had had the same machine with the same tendency to malfunction at the most inconvenient moments.

“Hey! That worked!” squealed the woman in delight. “How did you know to try that?”

“Magic,” teased Jenny with a wink. “Last place I worked had the same machine. It always did that if I’d had a run on cappuccinos.”

“Thank you! Saved me calling the engineer. This coffee is on me. What can I get for you, life saver?”

Deciding to push her luck a bit, Jenny replied, “A caramel latte and a job.”

“A job?”

“I saw the sign on the way in,” she explained. “I’ve just arrived in town. I’m kind of hoping this place lives up to its name.”

Passing her an application form and a pen, Rebecca introduced herself as the owner. “Grab a table and I’ll bring your latte over. If it stays quiet, I’ll join you and we can talk about the job.”

“Thank you.”

By the time Rebecca came over with two lattes, Jenny had completed the application form and retrieved a copy of her resume from her backpack.

“Impressive,” commented Rebecca as she read it over. “English graduate? I’d have thought a job in the high school or the library was more suitable for you.”

“Are they hiring?” asked Jenny directly.

“Well, no… not as far as I know,” Rebecca conceded. “And you worked as a barista for four years?”

“Yes, ma’am. Worked all through school. I also spent two summers before that working in the local ice cream parlour. That involved hot coffees as well as iced ones.”

“And I can call your referees?”

Jenny nodded.

“OK. How about a two-week trial?” Rebecca proposed. “And if that works out, we’ll make it all permanent.”

“When do I start?”

“Tomorrow at eight,” said Rebecca warmly. “Where are you staying while you’re here?”

“A room or an apartment is next on my list,” Jenny admitted. “I came here straight from the bus. Is there a motel or a boarding house in Miracle?”

“No motels,” began Rebecca. “A few of the locals rent out rooms.” She paused then revealed, “I own the two apartments over the shop. My brother lives in the larger one but the studio apartment is currently vacant. My last renter moved back west a couple of months back. It’s not much but its clean.”

“How much?”

“It’s only partially furnished…call it five hundred a month with a month’s rent up front as a bond.”

“Thank you. This town really is living up to its name.”

“Thank me after you’ve seen it,” joked Rebecca. “I’m closing up in an hour, so I’ll take you upstairs then and show you around.”

Flicking on the lights, Rebecca led Jenny into the studio apartment. It was a generous loft style space with a kitchen at one end and a round dining table in the corner between two of the apartment’s huge windows. Two couches set out in an L-shape created a lounge area.

“The bedroom’s through here,” explained Rebecca, opening one of two doors on the right-hand wall. “Sorry the furniture is a bit old-fashioned. It came from my grandmother’s house. I couldn’t bear to part with it. Bathroom is through the other door. It was remodelled last summer.”

“This is perfect,” sighed Jenny. “I love it. Thank you.”

Holding out the key, Rebecca smiled, “You’re welcome and thanks for paying the rent up front. I’ll leave you to settle in. There’s a food store on the corner of Main and Park, two blocks over. There’s a big ACME out on the highway about three miles west of town or there’s a Walmart out by the outlets.”

“Local store will be fine for now.”

“It’s well-stocked. You should be able to get all you need there. Tom’s open until eight so you’ve time to grab some essentials tonight,” explained Rebecca. “If you need anything, you’ve got my number. Or my brother, David, is just across the hallway. Otherwise, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Once alone in the apartment, Jenny wandered round drinking it all in. This town really was well-named. Within an hour, she had a job and a place to live for at least a month. Suddenly she felt exhausted as a weight lifted from her slender shoulders.

Wearily, she carried her backpack through to the bedroom then decided to go back out to the store before unpacking. Her stomach was grumbling, and it dawned on her that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

Tom’s General Store was quiet when she entered. Lifting a basket from the stack at the entrance, Jenny walked up and down the aisles, picking up some essentials to tide her over for a few days. Even although she’d found a job, she still needed to budget carefully. She had some savings but in her heart, she knew that they would only last for so long. When she approached the counter to pay, a large basket of plush toys caught her eye. Smiling, she picked up a small, soft white rabbit with a red scarf round its neck and on a whim added it to her basket.

Behind the counter, a young guy was tidying up a display of lollipops. When he saw her, he smiled, “Hi. You find everything you need?”

“Yes, thanks,” replied Jenny, passing him the basket.

“You new in town or just passing through? Haven’t seen you in here before.”

“New. Just arrived this afternoon. I’m going to be working over at The Funky Bean.”

“Sweet. Glad to hear Rebecca’s finally hired someone,” he replied. “I’m Rudy, by the way. My dad owns this place. Was my Grandfather Tom’s store before him.”

“Jenny.”

“Nice to meet you, Jenny,” said Rudy flashing her another smile. “That’ll be forty-four dollars and ten cents.”

Shyly, Jenny handed him forty-five dollars. As he passed her the change, Rudy plucked one of the lollipops from the stand. “Your change and a lollipop on the house. Welcome to Miracle, Jenny.”

“Thank you.”

Just as she reached the door, Rudy called over, “Mine’s an Americano with an extra shot.”

“I’ll remember that,” she replied with a smile. “Night.”

“Have a lovely evening.”

Snow was still falling as she walked back to the apartment, but Jenny was oblivious to its chill. For the first tome in weeks, she felt calm and relaxed and had a good feeling about her future. Everything was falling into place and she secretly hoped that she’d just made a friend.

At five minutes before eight the next morning, Jenny entered The Funky Bean, ready for her first shift. A festive aroma of coffee, gingerbread and cinnamon greeted her. Instantly she felt queasy and began to panic that she might actually be sick.

“Morning, Jenny,” greeted Rebecca brightly, then noticing how pale her new start looked, asked, “You ok?”

“First day nerves,” replied Jenny, forcing a weak smile. “I’ll be fine. Oh, and good morning.”

“Hang your jacket through in my office at the back. You can leave your purse there too. The door’s locked when we’re open so its safe,” said Rebecca. “Then I’ll give you the tour. We open at eight thirty.”

By the time the closed sign was flipped over to open, Jenny had had a whirlwind tour of where everything was and had had a crash course on how to work the register. It all felt straightforward and similar to the last place she had worked.

Their first customer was Cooper, the local police chief. He introduced himself as “a flat white and a blueberry muffin to go” then welcomed her to Miracle. He was the first in a steady stream of breakfast regulars. Some opted to sit at a table for a leisurely breakfast while others were in a rush to get to work and needed their order to go. Working alongside Rebecca was easy, and the two women swiftly fell into a routine behind the counter that kept the orders flowing. There was barely time to catch their breath before the mid-morning rush and then the lunchtime rush.

“Why don’t you take your break now?” suggested Rebecca a t two o’clock. “When you get back, I’ll run to the bank then sort you out with some Funky Bean tees to wear. What size are you? Small? Medium?”

“Eh…faltered Jenny. “I like my tees pretty loose so large would be good.”

“Ok,” nodded Rebecca, her sixth sense twitching.

Late afternoon, Rebecca handed her three black tees with the Funky Bean logo on them, “Sorry.  Best I could do was medium. I’m out of large but I’ll order more large tonight. We sell the tees here too. Kids love them.”

“Thanks,” said Jenny. “Want me to change into one just now?”

“It’s cool. Save it for tomorrow’s shift.”

After more than ten hours on her feet, Jenny felt utterly exhausted as she climbed the stairs up to her apartment. It had been a good first day though. A large dog came bounding down the stairs towards her.

“Goliath!” yelled a voice from above. “Get back up here!”

Jenny froze as the huge dog stopped in front of her and began to nudge her with its nose. Instinctively, she put a protective hand over her stomach.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” apologised a young auburn-haired woman. “You must be Jenny. I’m Holly, David’s girlfriend, and this fuzz butt is Goliath. Rebecca never mentioned that you were pregnant.”

“Hi,” said Jenny shyly. “I haven’t told her yet. Please don’t say anything. I need this job.” Then her hormones took control, and she burst into tears.

“Hey, no need to cry,” consoled Holly softly.

“I’m sorry,” apologised Jenny, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “It’s such a mess. I know I should’ve told Rebecca…”

“Sh,” interrupted Holly, grabbing Goliath’s collar. “Come upstairs with me. I’ve just ordered pizza. Let’s share it and you can tell me all about this “mess”. A Mess shared is a mess halved or something like that.”

Over a large pepperoni and an apple juice, Jenny explained that she was six months pregnant. She thought she had had the perfect partner then she had discovered that he had a wife and twin boys in LA and had been lying to her all along. As soon as she had told him she was pregnant, he had called her all the stupid bitches under the sun and left her. He had blocked her number and ignored her emails for six weeks then out of the blue, she had a cheque from his lawyer with clear instructions not to name him on the birth certificate or attempt to contact him ever again.

“What a douchebag!” exclaimed Holly, Passing her pizza crust to Goliath.

“I feel like such an idiot for falling for him.”

“We’ve all done it at one time or another,” said Holly. “But you need to be honest with Rebecca. She needs to know about the baby.”

“But she’ll fire me!”

Holly shook her head, “Trust me, She won’t.”

“She won’t what?” asked a male voice from the doorway.

“Jenny, this is David, Rebecca’s brother,” introduced Holly. “David, this is Jenny, your sister’s new barista.”

“Hi,” he said warmly. “Nice to meet you. Rebecca was singing your praises when I spoke to her earlier. “I hear we’re neighbours too. So, what won’t she do here?”

“Fire Jenny,” replied Holly.

“Why would she fire you?” he asked looking puzzled.

“Because I haven’t told her I’m pregnant,” answered Jenny.

“Holly’s right. She won’t fire you, but I agree, you need to tell her. Honesty’s the best policy here. Rebecca will understand.”

“I hope you’re both right.”

Next morning as she looked at herself in the mirror, wearing one of the Funky Bean tees, Jenny realised she would have no choice but to tell her boss. The medium tee clung tightly round her middle accentuating her small but perfectly shaped baby bump. Praying that Holly and David were right, she headed downstairs to the coffee shop.

“Morning!” called out Rebecca as she heard the door open and close.

“Morning, boss,” greeted Jenny. “Before I start can I talk to you about something? It’s something I should have mentioned.”

Turning round, Rebecca immediately spotted what her new recruit wanted to talk about and smiled to herself, noting that her sixth sense had been right.

“You mean about being pregnant?”

“You knew?” gasped Jenny, her eyes wide.

“I had a strong hunch,” admitted Rebecca with a smile. “When’s baby due?”

“Second week in March.”

“Congratulations! There’s a great day care place beside the church. I don’t think the waiting list is too long. If you register now, you should be able to get a place …if you want to that is,” gushed Rebecca. “I’ll introduce you to a good doctor too. She comes in every Thursday afternoon for a decaf cappuccino and a slice of banana bread.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No! Why would I be?” laughed Rebecca, coming to give her a hug. “David didn’t tell you, did he?”

“Tell me what?”

“I’ve been there. My son’s away at college. He’s nineteen now.”

“But you don’t look old enough!”

“I was sixteen when I had him,” revealed Rebecca. “Long story for another day but I’m not about to fire you for being pregnant or make you homeless.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank me by getting this place ready for opening up,” said Rebecca giving her another hug. “We’ll work this out. Promise.”

“This town really is well named!”

One of Jenny’s first customers for the day was Rudy, the boy from the grocery store. Smiling shyly at him, she said, “Americano with an extra shot?”

“Well remembered,” he praised, grinning back at her, “Can I have it to go, please? I need to get to work.”

“Sure. That’ll be three ninety-five.”

Handing her a five-dollar bill, he said, “Keep the change.”

“Thanks.”

As she prepared his coffee, she was acutely aware that Rudy was watching her every move. When she turned round and passed him his coffee, he asked, “What tome do you finish work?”

“Six.”

“I was wondering,” he begam awkwardly. “Would you like to see a movie tonight? The movie theatre is showing vintage Christmas films. It’s Gremlins tonight.”

“Rudy, I’d love to but I need to be straight with you,” replied Jenny, acutely aware of the baby kicking her hard in the ribs.

“I sense a but coming here,” he sighed looking disappointed, “If you’re seeing someone else…”

“I’m not,” interrupted Jenny. “But I was a few months ago and…well… I’m pregnant.”

“So I see but I’d still like to take you to the movies.”

“I’d like that,” she replied, smiling across the counter at him.

“Great. I’ll pick you up here at seven. Film starts at seven thirty.”

“See you then.”

Miracle’s movie theatre was a quaint old-fashioned cinema and when the film reached the scene where the gremlins were watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Jenny began to giggle.

“Feels a but like they could be in here,” she whispered to Rudy.

“It does kind of,” he laughed softly. “This is one of my favourite Christmas films.”

“Mine too.”

It was snowing again when they came out of the theatre.

“I’ll walk you home,” offered Rudy, pulling on his stripy beanie.

“It’s only a couple of blocks. I’ll be fine,” insisted Jenny.

“I insist,” he stated then reached out to take her hand. “Tonight’s been fun.”

“It has,” she agreed, a warm tingly feeling spreading through her as their hands connected.

“Next week, as its Christmas week, they’re playing It’s A Wonderful Life. If you like, we could go.”

“I’d like that.”

“Cool. Let’s go on the 23rd. Unless of course, you have plans.”

Jenny laughed, “Plans? I only know three people here other than you. I’ve no plans for anything anytime soon.”

“You’ll soon make friends,” he assured her. “But until you get sick of my company, I’m happy to hang out with you.”

“Thanks,” she said, squeezing his hand then half under her breath added, “Could do with a friend.”

“I heard that and I’m happy to be your friend. I like you. Like you a lot, Jenny.”

“I like you too but I’m not looking for a relationship. I mean who wants a relationship with someone like me!”

“Don’t put yourself down like that!”

“I’m being honest. Single and pregnant with a married man’s child isn’t an attractive look. Once the baby arrives, I’ll have my hands full and there won’t be any time for dating.”

“As long as you’ve time for a friend.”

“Always!”

Valentine’s Day

Pulling her XXL Funky Bean tee over her head, Jenny groaned as the baby kicked her had in her already tender ribcage. There were still four weeks to go until her due date and as she pulled her tee down over her huge baby bump, she wondered just how much bigger she was going to get.

Since she had arrived in Miracle, life had been good. Thanks to Rebecca, she had been connected with a fabulous doctor and had arrange day care for the baby. There had been a lot of debate between her and Rebecca over maternity leave and they had eventually compromised at six weeks off followed by twelve weeks of half-shifts. Both Holly and David had proved to be great neighbours, especially David who had helped her to transport the crib she had bout second-hand and had carried it up to the apartment for her. One afternoon between Christmas and New Year, Holly had introduced Jenny to her Granma who had instantly adopted her. Granma had been busy ever since and had made her two beautiful, crocheted baby blankets plus a pile of handknitted hats, mittens and cardigans.

The highlight of her week was still movie night with Rudy. Every Monday, they went to see whatever film was showing that week then on a Wednesday they went to the weekly quiz night at The Double, making up a team of four with Holly and David. Friday’s quickly became pizza night. When he had finished at the store, Rudy would bring pizza over and they would watch TV together. It was a simple life and one that Jenny hadn’t dared to dream about when she had stepped of the bus all those weeks ago.

“Morning,” called out Rebecca when she heard Jenny arrive.

“Morning, boss.”

“You ok, honey? You sound tired.”

“I didn’t sleep much last night. Couldn’t get comfortable. This one was so restless,” admitted Jenny, rubbing her hard baby bump. “I must have lain twisted. My back is so sore this morning.”

“Grab yourself a decaf and a breakfast muffin and sit for a bit before we open,” instructed Rebecca, noting that the girl’s bump looked lower than it had the day before.

“Thanks. I think I will.”

By twelve thirty, the Funk Bea was packed, Every table was occupied and there were three customers waiting to be served, In the run up to Valentine’s Day, Rebecca had been advertising that customers would get a heart shaped cookie with every order. Word had spread and the shop had been busy all morning,

“Two lattes and a cappuccino,” said Rebecca, passing the ticket to Jenny.

“On it,” she replied with a grimace.

“Back still bothering you?”

Jenny nodded, “Achy and kind of tight feeling every now and then. I’ll be fine once the rush is over.”

“Once you’ve poured those, go and take your lunch break. I can handle things for an hour.”

“Thanks.”

As she passed the cups along the counter to Rebecca, Jenny felt a warm wetness soaking through her leggings. At first, she thought she’d spilled something than a realisation hit her just as the first strong contraction gripped her.

“Rebecca!” she cried. “I think the baby’s coming.”

Everyone in the coffee shop turned to stare at her.

“Ok,” said Rebecca calmly. “Coffee will need to wait.” Then she turned to her customer and announced, “Folks, we need to close up. Baby incoming.”

Despite Jenny’s protests, Rebecca insisted on shutting up shop and driving her across town to the local hospital. Jenny had called ahead and her midwife, Tara, was waiting for them when they arrived.

“How far apart are your pains?” she asked as she ushered them both into the delivery room that she had prepared,

“About three minutes,” replied Rebecca before Jenny could answer. “They established pretty quickly too.”

“Ok, Jenny, let’s get you into something more comfortable and I’ll examine you,” said Tara, calmly taking charge.

“I’m scared,” whispered Jenny as Rebecca helped her to get changed into a gown. “It’s too early.”

“It’ll be fine,” assured Rebecca. “Trust me. Everything will be ok.”

When she examined her a few minutes later, Tara commented, “You must have been labouring for a while, honey. You’re pretty much fully dilated.”

“Is that good?”

“Very,” assured the midwife. “Let me just get the doctor to write up some pain meds for you. I’ll be right back.”

“I was to get a spinal.”

“No time for that, I’m afraid. If I was a gambling person, I’d say baby will be here in less than an hour.”

“Less than an hour!”

“Yup. Stay calm. I’ll be back in a minute or two.”

“I can’t do this!” wailed Jenny, a wave of panic crashing through her as another strong contraction gripped her.

“Yes, you can,” countered Rebecca firmly. “You’re doing great.”

“Promise me you’ll stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, honey. I’ll be right here beside you.”

As predicted by the experienced midwife, with a piercing wail, Jenny’s baby came into the world forty-five minutes later. The baby was a little girl with a shock of thick dark hair.

“Congratulations. You have a beautiful baby daughter,” announced Tara, laying the baby straight onto Jenny’s chest. “And she’s absolutely perfect.”

Tears glistening on her cheeks, Jenny gently stroked her tiny daughter’s back, marvelling at how perfect she was.

“Let’s get that cord clamped and cut then we’ll get little miss checked over,” said Tara efficiently.

Jenny nodded as the midwife reached for the cord scissors.

“Rebecca, would you like to do the honours?” Tara asked, holding out the scissors.

“Please,” encouraged Jenny, looking up at her friend.

“I’d be honoured to.”

Later that evening, Jenny was propped up in her hospital bed with the baby sleeping soundly in a crib beside here when there was a knock at the door. Before she could say that it was ok to enter, the door opened and Rudy stepped into the room carrying a bouquet of flowers, a big pink ballon and a soft plush teddy bear.

“Hi,” he said shyly. “I heard your news. Congratulations!”

“Hi, yourself,” replied Jenny smiling at her friend. “Sorry I meant to message you, but I fell asleep. Sounds like news travels fast around here.”

“Well, going into labour in a packed coffee shop kind of accelerated the news,” laughed Rudy, giving her a hug, then turning his attention to the baby, said, “She’s cute. Love the hair. Budding rockstar with that haircut!”

Jenny giggled, “It’s a lot of hair for a little girl, that’s for sure.”

“You got a name for her yet?”

“I was thinking Lily.”

“I like that. She looks like a Lilly,” Rudy approved. “And are you ok?”

Jenny nodded, “A bit tired and sore. Doctors says we can probably go home the day after tomorrow. They want to keep an eye on her for forty-eight hours because she was a few weeks early. She’s doing great though. Her weight was good. Seven pounds ten ounces. She’s breathing fine and feeding ok too.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said, stroking the baby’s tiny hand. “We’ll need to rethink our movie nights now. How do weekly DVD nights sound instead? I’ll bring the soda and the popcorn.”

“They sound great,” said Jenny softly. “But only if you’re sure. I’m kind of a package deal here now.”

“I’m sure,” said Rudy coming to sit on the edge of the bed. Taking her small hand in his, he added, “I’d like to see more of you. More of you both.”

“More of me? Like dating?”

Rudy nodded, “I didn’t want to say before. I felt kind of awkward. Didn’t know how you’d feel about dating while you were pregnant…” He faltered, “Shit! I had this all rehearsed in my head on the way up in the elevator.”

She giggled at his nervousness. “I’d love to spend more time with you. Let’s take this slow and see where it goes.”

“That works for me.”

Christmas Eve

Snow had been falling steadily over Miracle all day, causing chaos as everyone rushed to get ready for Christmas. Business in The Funky Bean was brisk, with most customers only too glad to get in out of the cold. Working as a team, Rebecca and Jenny were serving up coffees and cookies and ensuring that the empty tables were swiftly cleared away and wiped down ready for the next customer.

“Remember day care shuts at twelve,” prompted Rebecca at eleven thirty.

“I’ll run over and pick up Lily in ten minutes,” replied Jenny as poured another Funky Bean Festive latte. “Are you sure its ok to bring her back here?”

“Of course.”

“Rudy’s finishing at two. He’ll swing by and pick her up then.”

“It’s fine. She can sit in one of the baby chairs with a cookie til he gets here. Plus, you know that our regulars love her to bits. You’ve a whole coffee shop of sitters here.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” laughed Jenny. “I think Auntie Rebecca loves her being her just a little bit too.”

Rebecca laughed and turned to serve the next customer.

Fortunately, there was a lull in things a few minutes later. Seizing the chance, Jenny grabbed her coat and dashed across to the day care centre to collect her daughter. The snow was gradually easing off, having blanketed the town in at least six inches since breakfast time. When she entered the day care centre, Jenny was a little embarrassed to discover that Lily was the last child there.

“Sorry,” she apologised. “Work’s been busy. I couldn’t get away before now.”

“It’s fine, Jenny,” assured Maggie, the owner. “We’re open for another hour or so. If you hadn’t made it over, I’d have dropped her off to you on my way home.”

“Thanks, Maggie,” said Jenny as she wrestled Lily into her fuchsia pink snowsuit. “What would I do without you? I still can’t believe how kind everyone has been to me this past year. Miracle sure has lived up to its name.”

“No need to thank me, honey.”

Hoisting Lily into her arms, Jenny said, “Have a fabulous Christmas. I’ve a couple of extra days off so we’ll see you on the 29th.”

“Hope you have a lovely Christmas, and that Santa Claus spoils this little angel.”

“I suspect he might,” laughed Jenny before heading back out into the snow.

Things had started to quieten down by the time she arrived back at The Funky Bean with Lily. Quickly, she took off her coat and beanie, then extricated Lily from the snowsuit and secured her in once of the café’s colourful plastic baby chairs.

“I’ve made Miss Lily her favourite babyccino,” said Rebecca passing Jenny a sippy cup and a snowman cookie.

“Thanks,” she replied. “Miss Lily loves your babyccinos.”

Spying her favourite red cup, Lily squealed with delight as she reached out to grab it.

“Don’t snatch, Lily,” scolded Jenny firmly. “Say thank you to Auntie Rebecca.”

The little girl giggled and smiled at Rebecca.

“She’ll say it soon enough,” said Rebecca. “Can you please clear those tables at the back? I want to run the dishwasher and can squeeze those mugs in.”

Lunch trade was steady and before Jenny realised it, it was after two o’clock. Only two more hours to go until closing time. Next time the door opened, sending an icy blast through the place, it was to allow Rudy to enter.

“Afternoon, ladies,” he called out cheerfully. “Have I time to grab a sandwich before I take Lily upstairs?”

“Of course,” said Jenny. “Haul her over to that empty table and I’ll bring your order over. Festive feast good on wholegrain good for you?”

“Perfect,” he replied. “And a coffee.”

“Americano with an extra shot on the way.”

Since Lily’s arrival on Valentine’s Day, Jenny and Rudy had barely been apart. They had naturally slipped into an easy relationship, accommodating the baby into their dates as often as was possible. Once a month, Rebecca would watch Lily while they went to the movie theatre, affording them a few precious hours alone. Having a baby in the mix wasn’t the ideal way to begin a serious relationship but it hadn’t stopped them falling in love.

With the last customer served, all tables wiped down and the dishwasher running, it was finally time to head home for the holidays. As they locked up The Funky Beam, Rebecca asked, “What time are you going to Holly’s Granma’s tomorrow?”

“Granma said to be there for two,” replied Jenny, slipping her hands into her pink mittens.

Both Holly and David had insisted that Jenny and Lily join them for their family Christmas get together at Holly’s grandmother’s. It was a double celebration as Christmas Day was also Holly’s birthday.

“I’ll be there by one thirty,” promised Rebecca. “I need to be there early to ice Holly’s birthday cake. It’s easier to do it there rather than have to drive over balancing it in the car. I’ll see you there.”

“See you tomorrow.”

When she reached her front door, Jenny could hear her daughter giggling and Rudy singing Jingle Bells, slightly out of tune. As she entered, they both looked up and Lily came crawling over to her.

“Hey, baby,” greeted Jenny scooping her up into her arms. “You been having fun?”

“She’s been great,” said Rudy getting to his feet. “Think she’s ready for a nap though.”

Right on cue, Lily yawned and rubbed her eyes before snuggling into her mother’s neck.

“Come on, tired girl. Let’s put you in your crib for a sleep.”

It only took her a few minutes to settle the little girl and when she returned to the living room, the space had been transformed into a cosy Christmas scene. Rudy had lit several candles, put on some Christmas music, dimmed the lights and poured them both a glass of champagne.

“Happy Christmas Eve,” he said, handing her a glass.

“Happy Christmas Eve,” replied Jenny sitting on the couch beside him. “You didn’t need to go to all this trouble.”

“Well, I thought we could do Christmas just now. I need to go to my parents’ house tonight. You know what they are like.”

“I know,” nodded Jenny, although deep down she didn’t. Her family had never been close.

“Dad’s a stickler for tradition,” continued Rudy. “He loves having the whole family home over the holidays.”

“I get it.”

“Hopefully next year you and Lily can come too.”

“But we’re not family,” began Jenny, wishing that she was part of Rudy’s big loving family.

“Look in your glass,” he prompted quietly.

At the bottom of the glass, among the bubbles, Jenny could see something sparkling.

“Oh!”

“Jenny, will you and Lily marry me?”

Tears sparkling in her eyes, she replied, “Yes. Yes, we will.”

“cue film credits” … Hallmark moment

And they all lived happily ever after in a little town called  Miracle.

The Measly Jar of Motivation – Daisy

Despite the number of art classes that she taught in a week, Friday evening’s, at the close of the day, were Daisy’s favourite. For the past few years, she had willingly given up her time to teach a class at the local hospital. There were no age or ability stipulations, resulting in the class attracting a wide range of students. It ran on a drop-in format so from one week to the next, she never knew who was going to be there.

Balancing her large plastic craft boxes in her arms, Daisy headed down the hallway to the lounge that she had been allocated for the class.

“Allow me to open your door for you,” offered a young man chivalrously as she stood struggling to balance the boxes on one arm.

“Thanks,” she replied with a smile as she sidestepped past him into the room.

“Is this the art group?” he asked shyly.

“Yes, it is but class isn’t for another half hour. I’m just in early to set things up.”

“Need a hand?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

As they set up each workstation with the requisite arts and crafts supplies, they chatted about the class and the type of mediums it was able to offer the budding artists. From the plastic wristband just visible under the cuff of his sweatshirt, Daisy confirmed that he was a patient. When she had started teaching the classes, she had been asked not to ask the patients why there were in hospital. Many of them, usually older women, openly told her but she sensed that there was something this young man was hiding, and she respected his privacy.

“I’ll be back in five,” he said a few minutes before the class was due to start. “Save me a space.”

“Of course,” replied Daisy. “And thanks for the help to get set up.”

“Pleasure,” he said as he flashed her a smile.

True to his words, he returned just as the class was starting. He sat quietly working on a small sketch for the two hours and at the end of class he handed it to her.

“For you,” he said shyly.

It was a beautiful drawing of a daisy.

“Thank you.”

Each week for the next six weeks, he was there waiting for her. They fell into an easy routine where he helped her to set up the room then nipped away for a few minutes before returning to take part in the class. Out of all the students/patients that she had taught, his sketches showed the most talent. Some weeks he would paint but mainly he preferred to sketch. After a couple of weeks, he asked if he could borrow some supplies to use during the week. Without hesitation, Daisy gave him a sketch pad, a box of pencils, some paints and a couple of brushes.

One Friday, the hallway was empty when she arrived and there was no sign of him in the class either. Her heart sank a little. She’d been looking forward to their Friday catch up all week. As time had passed, they’d formed a friendship that she secretly hoped they could continue when he was no longer one of the patients. It suddenly struck her that he’d never told her his name.

“Oh well,” she thought as she passed out the art supplies to the rest of the group. “Perhaps he went home.”

Two hours later, as she was packing up, Daisy became aware of someone standing in the doorway. It was a middle-aged man, but he had a familiar look about him. He was holding a sketch pad and a bag of art supplies.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. “Class is over for tonight. Sorry.”

“I came to give you these back,” said the man stepping into the room. “And to say thank you.”

“Thank you? I don’t understand,” began Daisy then the penny suddenly dropped. These were the art supplies that she had loaned to her missing student.

“My son passed away this afternoon. Cancer. Allergic reaction to his new meds caused a cardiac arrest they say,” the man’s eyes filled with tears as his words faltered.

“Oh, I am so so sorry,” gushed Daisy reaching out to touch the man’s arm.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, “You’re the first person I’ve told.” He paused then cleared his throat before continuing, “Storm loved your classes. They were all he talked about these past few weeks. He hadn’t painted in a long time, but you gave that pleasure back to him.”

“He was very talented,” complimented Daisy, thinking to herself that Storm had been the perfect name for him.

“He had made you something. Think he had been planning to bring it along tonight. Thought I better pass it on,” he paused. “And return the art things.”

“He made something for me?”

Storm’s father nodded as he handed her the sketchpad and the bag. “It’s in the pencil box.”

Accepting the things, all Daisy could think to say was, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’d best be going. Family to call. Arrangements to sort out. Nice meeting you.”

He turned to leave, adding quietly, “A parent should never have to bury their child.”

“No, they shouldn’t,” empathised Daisy, remembering her own young daughter’s white coffin vividly. “Can you please let me know the arrangements when you have them? I’d like to pay my respects.”

He nodded then turned and walked down the hallway, shoulders slumped, and gaze lowered.

Feeling her own emotions in turmoil, Daisy set the things down on the table. On impulse, she flicked through the sketchpad. It was filled with sketches…sketches of her! Each one had a daisy emblem hidden in it somewhere. In one it was a flower in her hair; in another it was a flower on her T-shirt. Closing the book, she reached into the bag for the pencil box. Inside the box, nestled among the pencils she found a flat blue stone.  It was a lapis lazuli palm stone. Turning it over, she saw that Storm had painted a tiny daisy chain round the edges and in the centre had written “A little pocket hug from me to you.”

Tears flowed silently down her cheeks as she slipped the stone into her jeans’ pocket.

Silently Watching Under A Full Corn Moon

With the last light of day glowing behind the hills across the river, Jem stood on the beach staring at the beach hut. It still looked the same from the outside. There was nothing different about it as far as he could tell. No one passing by on the coastal path would realise how drastically it had been altered.

Before they had left the castle following the conclusion of the dark angel’s trial, he has mentioned to Jai that there wasn’t much space in their much-loved beach home for the baby.

“I can help with that,” Jai had promised. “Allow me to go home to my family for two months then I will visit you and show you how to make your beach hut a beach palace.”

At first Jem had been sceptical about the vampire’s promise but Meryn had explained to him that Jai’s gift lay in extending spaces. She described it as an ancient form of earth magic.

True to his word, Jai had arrived a week before July’s full Sturgeon moon, bearing gifts from his Indian family for the baby. Having surveyed the hut and the geology around it, he declared that the rock bed was suitable to extend the hut down into the earth without making any changed to the current exterior or destabilising the structure. The three vampires consulted at great length long into the night before it was agreed that Jai would create a staircase down from Trine’s old bedroom and create three new underground rooms. When Jem had offered to help, Jai had politely declined.

“This magic is sacred to my family,” the Indian vampire had explained. “I need to work alone. Once I have the tunnel started, you must seal the entrance until I return to the surface.”

“Jai!” Trine had protested. “That sounds barbaric even for vampires. I am not sealing you under our house. We’ll lock the door to the room. Will that be enough?”

Reluctantly he had agreed.

“This will take me one month,” he stated as he’d entered the room. The small Indian vampire closed the door before either of them could ask him any further questions.

Over the next five weeks, Trine and Jem heard the occasional rumble of rocks moving but otherwise were oblivious to the changes going on under their feet.

By the time Jai returned to the surface, there were only four weeks left until the baby was due to arrive. Pregnancy suited Trine. With Meryn’s help, the ice maiden had devised a way to get all the vitamins and nutrients that she needed to support her body to carry the baby. Blood alone was not sufficient to nurture the unborn child. Much to Jem’s amusement, Trine developed a more human pregnancy craving in the latter few months of her pregnancy. She was craving ice cream.

The night that Jai finally emerged from behind the locked door, Jem had just returned to the hut with two tubs of cookie dough ice cream that he’d acquired after hours from the local supermarket. He was scooping some into a bowl for Trine when the door creaked open.

“Jesus!” yelped Jem, dropping the spoon he was holding into the bowl with a clatter. “You scared the crap out of me, Jai!”

“My most humble apologies,” said the small Indian vampire with a deep bow. “My work is done. May I show you the new rooms then I must return to my family tonight.”

Awkwardly Trine got to her feet, wincing as the baby kicked her ribs sharply.

“Lead the way,” she said as she smoothed her loose blue dress over her large bump.

Abandoning the ice cream for the moment, Jem followed them into what had been the been Trine’s bedroom. A staircase spiralled down in one corner of the room. In lieu of a handrail, tick rope had been draped against one wall as the steps curled down to the beach hut’s new lower level. With Jai leading the way, the three vampires descended the staircase to the square hallway at the bottom which had three doors opening off from it.

“Allow me,” said Jai, opening the left-hand door. “I’ve left décor and furnishings up to you but each of these rooms is large enough to be a bedroom or if need be, a sitting room or a suite of rooms. They are all interconnected from within the rooms too.”

“How?” gasped Trine, her eyes wide with wonder at the subterranean transformation of their home.

“Trade secret,” said Jai with a wink. “Jem, if you would like assistance to decorate the room I could come back in a few more weeks.”

Shaking his head, Jem replied, “Thanks but I know how to drive a paint roller.” He paused, looking round the first room. “This is awesome. How did you remove the rock and dirt? You never came out the entire time you were down here.”

“Magic,” answered the Indian vampire. “I cannot disclose our secrets. You would need to be part of my family before I could consider revealing that.”

As they moved into the second, more rectangular room, Trine declared, “I have no idea how you did this, Jai, but it’s fantastic. So much space! I love it!”

“Happy to have helped, my dear,” he said with a formal bow. “In winter, these rooms will be warm. In summer, they will be cool. There’s a climate enchantment in place.”

“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?” gushed Trine. “Thank you!”

“This is amazing, Jai,” compliments Jem. “Thank you doesn’t seem enough.”

“It’s been my pleasure,” assured Jai warmly. “Now I must take my leave. I have been separated from my family for too long.”

After the Indian vampire had departed, Trine and Jem sat discussing how they were going to decorate and furnish their three new rooms. As Trine devoured her ice cream, they debated colours, eventually agreeing on a pale neutral colour palette for the walls. Jai had already laid beautiful wood floors throughout the lower level that would tone in with any colour choice.

“Been a while since I’ve done any painting,” mused Jem, thinking back to his previous life and the hour spent decorating his family’s home back then. “Actually kind of looking forward to it.”

“How long will it take?”

“A few days. A week tops.”

“What about furniture?” asked Trine, licking the last drops of her ice cream from the spoon.

“I can transport some from my old house or we can get new stuff. Up to you.”

“I’ll have a think,” promised Trine, wriggling into a better position in the chair.” Your little princess is restless.”

“Probably a sugar high from all that ice cream,” he teased with a smile. “Won’t be long til she’s here. We still need to stock up on baby supplies too.”

“I’ll make a list,” said Trine. “Meryn said she’d bring some essentials. She’s arriving next week.”

“Guess I’d better decorate a room for her,” laughed Jem, appreciating the human normality of it all.

A soft noise on the shingle behind him brought Jem back to the present. He didn’t need to turn around to know that his mother had arrived.

“Still looks the same,” Meryn commented as she came to stand beside him.

“Looks can be deceiving,” said Jem with a lazy grin. “Jai has worked miracles with the place. Wait til you see inside.”

“I’m sure he has,” agreed his mother warmly. “And how’s our mother -to-be?”

“Fine, I guess. Getting bigger by the day.”

“Has she been able to hunt?” quizzed Meryn.

“Not for a few days. She said she felt too heavy for it. I think she’s worried that she accidentally hurts the baby.”

“Then you’ll need to hunt for her,” stated Meryn plainly. “She’s going to need all of her strength. Ideally, she needs fresh blood daily until the baby arrives. You’ll need to keep the blood warm for her to ensure its at its best.”

Jem nodded, “How hard is this going to be for her? One of my other children was a C-section. I’m guessing that’s not an option here.”

“It’s a last resort,” admitted Meryn. “Any birth takes effort. They don’t call it labour for nothing, but Trine is young and healthy. Vampire labours are different to most human labours. They tend to be short and intense.”

“How short?”

“Less than three hours. I’ve only attended a handful. Vampire babies are rare creatures.”

“But she’ll be ok, won’t she?”

“I’ll take good care of her. Of both of them,” promised Meryn, trying to sound reassuring. “Now, are you going to help me inside with these boxes?”

Turning round, Jem noticed a pile of boxes and a wicker moses basket sitting on the beach behind them.

When they entered the beach hut, Trine was sitting crocheting a tiny white baby bootee. She set her work aside and struggled to her feet to greet the senior vampiress. Her baby bump made their embrace awkward, but she twisted to the side to wrap her arms around Meryn.

“Someone’s blooming,” complimented Meryn with a smile. “That bump looks lowers. I’m not sure that you have much longer to go, my dear.”

“It feels different today,” admitted Trine, resting her hand on her swollen abdomen. “The baby’s seemed restless too. Lots of movement.”

“Baby knows what she needs to do,” assured the older woman warmly. “Your job is to help her.”

Behind them, Jem had brought in the pile of supplies that his mother had brought with her.

“Jeremiah, pass me that brown leather bag, please,” said Meryn. “The rest, apart from the square box, can go in the nursery.”

“Meryn, have you brought an entire baby department’s worth with you?” giggled Trine when she saw the pile of boxes.

“Only essentials to see you through the first six weeks,” replied Meryn. “Now, let’s get you into the bedroom so that I can check you over. Jeremiah, remember what I said about blood. There’s collecting flasks in the green box. Can you fill them for me, please?”

“Any preference of source?”

“Something rich. Deer would be ideal.”

“Leave it with me.”

Lightly Jem touched down in the shadows beside an empty factory unit a few miles to the east of the beach. He hadn’t wanted to stray far, and he was confident that he would find deer in the woodland that bordered the factory’s deserted carpark. Scanning the treeline, he watched and waited, sensing that there were deer close by. Sure enough a couple of minutes later, two young bucks sauntered out of the trees onto the grassy embankment in front of the building. Before either of them picked up on his scent, Jem swooped in killing them both. Fighting back his burning hunger to feed, he filled the four flasks that he had brought, tucked them inside his shirt and then turned his attention to the second deer.  Already the blood was cooling but he drank eagerly, feeling the blood’s richness filling his veins. Once his hunger was satiated, Jem took care to hide the carcasses in the undergrowth near the road. If anyone found them, they would assume that the animals had been struck by a car or a delivery truck.

Just as he was checking that the flasks were secure before he headed for home, something caught Jem’s attention. It was faint but just as had happened months earlier back at the castle, he heard a whisper of a voice pleading for his help.

“Anna?” he thought as he focused on the voice.

“Help me, Son of Perran.”

The cry was barely audible, but it was there and there was no doubt in his mind that the voice belonged to the dark angel. The question was how… how as she reaching him when her magic was bound? Shaking his head as if to rid himself of the voice, Jem spread his majestic wings and soared soundlessly into the night.

The moon had fully risen by the time he touched down in the shadows on the shore cast by the beach hut. Glancing up, he noted that the moon was almost full. When he entered the hut, both vampiresses were sitting crocheting by the fire.

“Perfect timing,” declared his mother. “Fill Trine’s glass before that blood cools.”

“A fine vintage it is too, if I may say so myself,” he joked as he emptied the first flask into the large crystal goblet. “It’s limited to four flasks. I advise you to enjoy them while they are fresh.”

“Not all of them,” interrupted Meryn. “I need to keep two aside.” She held out her hands and accepted the flasks from her son. “Excuse me while I go downstairs to keep these warm.”

Jem stared after his mother as she disappeared downstairs.

“Best not to ask,” said Trine softly.

“I won’t,” he replied, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“Meryn thinks the baby will come in the next day or two.”

“I thought there were still a couple of weeks to go?”

Trine shook her head, “Apparently not.”

Looking deep in thought, Jem pulled over a stool and sat gazing into the flames in the woodburning stove.

“Jem,” prompted Trine softly, “You look worried. What’s wrong? Did something happen out there?”

Deciding against mentioning hearing Anna’s pleas for help, he replied, “Was just thinking about my kids. Thinking about their births….”

“You must still miss them.”

He nodded, “They’re adults with kids of their own now.”

“Do you ever….” Her words faltered on her lips.

“Only my daughter lives near here,” he revealed. “I’ve seen her twice from a distance since…well…you know.”

“You’re allowed to miss them, and you’re allowed to talk about them.”

“It’s easier if I don’t,” he stated without lifting his gaze from the dancing flames. “Better they believe I’m still missing. They must assume that I’m dead by now.”

Reaching out to touch his slender shoulder, Trine said, “You’re going to be the best father to our little princess.”

Two nights later as the full moon rose, Trine let out a sharp gasp as she rose from her seat by the fire. Grabbing at her rock-hard bulging belly, she flashed a panicked look across to Meryn.

Calmly the older woman got to her feet and said simply, “It’s time.”

Trine nodded.

“Help me to get her downstairs,” she instructed Jem.

“I can manage,” protested Trine, hating being fussed over.

“If you’re sure, my dear,” agreed Meryn. “Take it slowly. If you feel another contraction building, stop and let it pass.”

Trine nodded as she headed for the staircase.

“What can I do?” asked Jem, looking almost as scared as his partner.

“Wait there,” said his mother bluntly. “I’ll call you if I need you.”

“I want Jem with me,” called back Trine.

“Let me get you settled, my dear, then he can come down,” compromised Meryn following the younger woman down the spiral stairs.

Alone in the living room, Jem began to pace nervously. What if this all went horribly wrong? Vampire births were dangerous. What if Trine died in labour?  What if he lost them both? He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. In his heart, he knew Trine was in the best hands.

“Jeremiah!”

His mother’s voice rang out clearly from the foot of the staircase. Within seconds, he was standing beside her.

“Is everything ok?”

“Everything’s fine,” she assured him. “You must promise though to do exactly as I say once we are in the birthing room. No questions. No debate.”

He nodded.

“Your primary role is to keep Trine calm.”

Again, he nodded.

Inside the smallest of the three new rooms, Trine had changed into loos shift nightgown and was standing leaning against the wall, as a fresh contraction ripped through her.

“Don’t fight it,” coached Meryn, rubbing Trine’s lower back. “Let gravity help here.”

“I’m trying,” gasped Trine.

“You’re doing fine,” assured Meryn, signalling to Jem to step forward. “Why not lean on Jeremiah for support? Put your arms over his shoulders and allow him to take some of your weight.”

Three more strong contractions tore through Trine in quick succession as she clung onto Jem. Following his mother’s lead, he praised his partner and rubbed her back as he nuzzled nose into her neck whispering that he loved her.

“I need to push,” groaned Trine as the next contraction began to build rapidly.

“Let this one pass then I’ll check for baby’s head,” said Meryn, reaching for a bottle of hand sanitiser. “The longer you can stay on your feet, the easier this will be.”

“Easy!” yelled Trine, her blue eyes blazing with anger. “There’s nothing easy about this!”

“I know, my dear,” soothed the older woman as the next contraction held Trine in its iron grip. “Jem, hold her, while I take a look.”

Lifting the hem of Trine’s nightgown, Meryn reached underneath to check the baby’s progress. She gauged that she wasn’t as fully dilated as she had hoped. As yet, Trine’s waters hadn’t broken, and the older woman sensed that might be slowing things down. Muttering a quick spell as the contraction peaked, Meryn initiated the membranes’ rupture. A flood of dark liquid flowed down Trine’s pale legs fresh blood streaked among it.

“Lift her onto the bed,” snapped Meryn, her concern clear from her tone.

“Meryn!” pleaded Trine as Jem laid her down on the bed, propping her up on the pile of pillows.

“it’s fine. Baby’s just a little distressed. Settle back and let me take a closer look.”

The baby’s head was crowning when Meryn checked, much to her relief. Gently, she applied some herb infused oil to encourage Trine’s body to relax and stretch to accommodate the baby’s head.

“On the next contraction, bear down hard,” Meryn instructed as she lay her hands on top of Trine’s stomach.

Trine could only nod as she felt the pressure build rapidly. She reached out for Jem’s hand, crushing his fingers as she pushed as hard as she could. With barely a moment to take a breath, another contraction gripped her.

“Push as hard as you can, my dear,” encouraged Meryn, keeping her hands on the young woman’s taut belly. “Keep pushing.”

Gasping, Trine collapsed back onto the pillows.

“Baby’s head is almost out,” reported Meryn. “Another big push and that’ll be the hard part over.”

“I can’t,” wailed Trine.

“You can and you will!” stated Meryn firmly. “As soon as that contraction builds, push with all you’ve got, girl.”

Stunned into silence, feeling utterly useless, all Jem could do was Trine’s hand and watch.

“Push!” commanded Meryn sharply.

A scream tore from Trine’s throat as she pushed with the last of her remaining energy.

“Head’s out.”

Swiftly, Meryn worked to untangle the umbilical cord from round the baby’s neck before Trine instinctively pushed again. One final push and the baby slid out into Meryn’s arms with a soft whimper.

“You have a beautiful baby daughter.”

Before either of them could reply, the baby began to wail, her piercing cries suggesting she was hungry. Gently, Meryn laid her on Trine’s stomach then turned to her son.

“Do you want to cut the cord?”

Numbly he nodded as he accepted the surgical scissors from his mother. With a trembling hand, he cut through the touch knotty cord then watched as Meryn tied it off and smothered it in a paste. Wrapping the baby tightly in a soft blanket, she handed her to him.

“Meet your daughter, Jeremiah,” she said smiling proudly at him before turning her attention back to Trine.

The new mother lay propped up on the pillows totally exhausted. Her naturally pale skin was almost as white as the cotton pillowcase.

“Trine, my dear,” began Meryn. “We need to deliver the placenta now.”

“I can’t.”

“Let me massage your belly to encourage a contraction then give me one more push. The best push you can,” requested Meryn, her strong hands already working the flaccid skin of Trine’s belly.

“Pain….” gasped Trine, arching her back. “Pain!”

“Damn it,” muttered Meryn. “Jem, out the baby down. I need your help here now.”

On the bed in front of them it was clear that Trine was losing a lot of blood.

“What do I do?” he asked, eyes wide in horror at the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Stem the flow with this,” instructed Meryn, passing him a clean towel. “I need to get the placenta delivered. We need the blood from it for the baby then I can use magic to heal Trine.”

Doing as he was told, Jem held the towel in place, pressing firmly praying it was enough to stem the flow of blood.

“Step aside,” ordered his mother sharply as she pushed her way in. “Trine, one push. Just one.”

With a groan, the exhausted ice maiden used the last of her strength to push as the older vampiress guided the placenta free. She bundled it into a bowl then immediately turned her attention back to Trine. Muttering incantations in a language that Jem had never heard before, Meryn worked hard to stop the haemorrhaging.

“Mother?” Jem began softly gazing at his seemingly lifeless partner lying on the bed.

“She’s sleeping,” she assured him. “We’re not out of the woods yet but I’m confident she’ll be ok.”

“So much blood….”

Meryn nodded, “Too much.” She picked up the dish holding the placenta then used a large syringe to draw all the blood from it.

Jeremiah, pass me the baby… unless you would like to do this?”

Slipping a rubber teat over the end of the syringe where the needle had been moments before, Meryn handed it to him, “Let her feed. Don’t let her suckle too fast. She needs to take all of that slowly and steadily.”

“Don’t babies drink milk?” he asked looking bemused.

“They do but vampire babies need the blood from their placenta as a first feed. It strengthens the bond with the mother among other things.”

“What other things?”

“Vital nutrients. Antibodies,” Meryn paused. “Humans could do well to learn from our practices.”

In his arms, the baby sucked hard on the teat. Her eyes were closed as she drank thirstily. Marvelling at her perfection, Jem watched her rosebud moth suckling hungrily. Her long eyelashes were dark as were her tiny eyebrows. There was a light covering of dark hair on her head that was just visible under the folds of the blanket.

“Did you feed me your placenta blood?” he asked curiously.

“I did but I never told your father,” Meryn revealed quietly.

The second that the last drop 0f blood left the teat the baby’s eyes flew open. She gazed up at Jem with her mother’s blue eyes.

“All done,” he said softly, easing the teat from her mouth.

Behind him, he was aware of Meryn working on Trine and could sense magic in the air.

Objecting to her feed being over, the baby began to cry.

“Jem, the deer blood is in that wooden box,” said his mother, pointing to the corner of the room. “Be careful, the box is hot.”

“What do I do?”

“Take out one bottle. There’s a teat on it already. Let her feed,” instructed Meryn. “It’ll be a few hours before she can get a milk feed from her mother.”

“Is she ok?”

“For now,” replied Meryn. “The bleeding has stopped. I need to keep an eye on any signs of infections. The next day or so will be crucial here but I’m hopeful. I’ve given her something to make her sleep. Rest is as good a healer as any magic at this point.”

“I can’t lose her….”

“I know, son. I know,” nodded his mother. “Let the little one feed then we’ll bathe her and get her dressed properly.”

While Meryn bathed the baby, Jem sat holding Trine’s hand, running his thumb over her cold skin.

“She’s beautiful,” he whispered, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. “Wait til you hold her. She’s perfect.”

The ice maiden stirred. Her eyelids flickered,

“Rest. Meryn’s given you something to help you sleep.”

He watched as Trine’s eyelids flickered again and her lips moved as she tried to speak. Despite his vampire hearing Jem didn’t catch what she said. He leaned in closer as Trine repeated one word, “Luna.”

“Are you trying to tell me her name is Luna?”

He felt Trine weakly squeeze his hand.

“Luna,” he repeated. “I like that. Simple.” He paused, “And I know what to do.”

It was a still clear night with dawn still an hour or so off. The full moon was casting a shimmering trail of light across the river when Jem stepped outside holding his baby daughter in his arms. Carefully he carried her down the stone steps onto the beach then made his way down to the water’s edge. Standing in the full moon’s light, Jem gently peel back the soft white blanket and let the moonlight bathe his tiny daughter.

“Welcome to the world, Luna.”

In her cramped cell in Level Zero, the dark angel sat on the edge of her narrow cot bed visualising the full moon that she knew had risen above the castle. She felt a shift in her senses. Her connection to the runner was fragile but it was still there despite the bind on her magic. In her mind’s eye, Anna saw him present his newborn daughter to the moon. The dark angel smiled to herself, secure in the knowledge that there was still a glimmer of hope.

Silently Watching Before the Pink Moon

Living quarters within the sealed court lacked the luxury of the rest of the castle but with some persuasion, Stefan had managed to make his private study homely. A log fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the dimly lit room. It had been a long day in the chamber with several witnesses called forward. Checking over the timeline and list of names, he knew that Jem would be called the following day or the day after at the latest. He was the final witness.

A knock at the door broke into his thoughts, startling him back to the present. Before he could grant the visitor permission to enter, the door opened just long enough to allow Meryn and Trine to slip into the room.

“Good evening,” he greeted them warmly. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

“Evening, Stefan,” greeted Meryn brusquely as she took a seat beside the fire. “We need to talk.”

“Trine,” began Stefan, noticing his daughter’s worried expression. “If this is about Jem testifying tomorrow….”

“It’s not,” interrupted Meryn sharply.

Kneeling on the floor beside her father’s chair, Trine whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

Momentarily lost for words, Stefan stared at her in disbelief.

“Well, say something,” snapped Meryn impatiently.

“That’s the best news I’ve heard in a very long time, my dear,” said Stefan taking his daughter’s hand. “You know the risks?”

Trine nodded.

“When is the baby due?”

“September,” replied Trine softly. “Mid-September.”

“So, you’ve known about this for a while?”

Again, Trine nodded, “Jem knows too.”

“I assumed he did,” commented Stefan gruffly. “The trial will be over long before them. You’ll both be safely back in your beach hut.”

“Stefan, that’s not the pressing issue for now,” interrupted Meryn. “This baby is a pure blood. The first of the new bloodline. Trine has advised me that she thought she felt it moving earlier. Her first trimester is complete. This child is now a child in its own right. It counts….”

“It counts as one of The Thirteen,” finished Stefan, realising where the vampiress was going with the train of thought. “It’ll break the wards over The Thirteen. The trial will be declared void.”

“Exactly!” stated Meryn. “We’ve put too much time and effort into this to let Anna simply walk away on a technicality.”

“I agree. We’re so close to the adjournment for a decision,” agreed Stefan, sharing their anxiety. “Is there a way to safely conceal Trine’s condition from the others?”

“Stefan, you know I can’t practice magic down here!” Meryn reminded him bluntly. “It would trigger the wards sealing the court.”

“True.”

“If we can’t weave magic, is there a potion that could help?” asked Trine quietly.

“Potions are dangerous,” cautioned Meryn. “I don’t want to risk causing any harm to you or my grandchild.”

“Well, we need to come up with something, Meryn!” barked Stefan. “And fast!”

“Crystals,” suggested Trine calmly. “If we can use a potion to enhance the tranquil properties of the crystals, it might be enough to quieten the baby as long as I remain calm too.”

Meryn nodded her approval, “Not a bad suggestion. In fact, right now, I suspect it’s our only one. But, Trine, how can do you think you can remain calm while Jem gives his evidence?”

“I can only try.”

“Do we have access to the crystals that we need for this?” asked Stefan.

“Possibly not but they should be available on request from the guards if I feign insomnia or mild anxiety at the prospect of my son giving evidence. Even assuming that they check with Jefferson, he’s hardly likely to refuse my request,” replied Meryn. “I have the basic ingredients for a sleeping draft in my travel trunk. If I can enhance that and soak the crystals in it overnight, this might just work.”

“So, how will this actually work?” asked Trine.

“You’ll need to secrete the crystals in your robe as close to your womb as you can,” advised Meryn.

“I can do that,” promised the younger vampiress.

“Fine. We have a plan,” nodded Stefan, trying to hide his anxiety from his daughter.

“Agreed,” said Meryn as she got to her feet. “Trine, come to my chamber an hour before dawn.”

Having said goodnight to both Stefan and Trine, Meryn returned to her own small chamber. In her absence the fire had burned down and, as she tossed a fresh log into the hearth, an idea struck her. She could use the energy from the flames to enhance the power of the crystals. Hurriedly she opened the catch on her travel trunk then opened a small hidden compartment concealed in the lid and pulled out a small black velvet pouch. She tipped the contents into the palm of her hand. Gazing down at the selection of small crystals, she picked out a piece of smoky quartz, black tourmaline, and clear quartz. As an afterthought, she added a piece of haematite and a piece of amethyst. Slipping the polished stones into the deep pocket of her robes, Meryn then rang the bell to summon one of the court servants.

“Good evening, Mistress Meryn,” greeted the junior official when she opened the door a few minutes later.

“Good evening,” she replied warmly. “I’m hoping you can help me with a little something.”

“If I can, ma’am.”

“I’ve not been sleeping well. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day. I’ve run out of my nighttime tea and seem to have misplaced some of my crystals.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. What do you need me to bring you?”

“Some lavender and chamomile tea with some valerian added for good measure. I also need a piece of selenite and some moonstone,” requested Meryn with an innocent smile. “Oh! And a piece of labradorite if you have one.”

“Leave it with me, Mistress Meryn. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Thank you,” she said sincerely as the young man prepared to leave the room.

Less than ten minutes later, there was a soft knock at her door, before the junior official entered carrying a round tray. A small tea kettle and cup sat in the centre, a black pouch containing the crystals lay beside it. There was a fresh sprig of lavender lying on the tray too.

“I took the liberty of adding some freshly cut lavender,” the servant explained as he laid the tray on the small table beside the fire. “My grandmother swore by it. She slept with a fresh sprig of lavender under her pillow every night.”

“Thank you. That was truly considerate of you,” replied Meryn graciously.

“Sleep we’ll, Mistress Meryn,” said the servant as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Instead of pouring the tea into the cup, Meryn gathered the crystals together and added them to the tea kettle. Deciding to take a chance, she chanted a simple sleep enhancing spell over the hot liquid, praying that if the light magic was detected that she could pass it off as a desperate act to get a good night’s rest. Carefully she hung the small kettle on the hook over the fire. Taking the lavender spray in her hands, she inhaled its distinctive aroma before crushing it and tossing it into the flames.

With her work complete, the senior vampiress retired to her bedchamber for the night.

As arranged, Trine slipped unseen through the corridors to Meryn’s chamber before dawn. Both vampiresses were dressed in their blue robes ready for the long day ahead in the courtroom.

“Did you manage to get any rest, my dear?” asked Meryn as she reach out to retrieve the tea kettle from its hook.

“Some,” replied Trine, the dark shadows beneath her eyes suggesting otherwise. “I had a thought.” She paused. “I brought some white silk. Perhaps we could soak it with the tea as an additional layer of protection.”

“We could,” agreed Meryn. “But we’ll need to be quick, if it’s to dry before you need to enter court.”

Working quickly, Meryn drizzled the cold lavender tea over the centre section of the band of white silk. She then fished out the crystals and laid them in a grid on the damp silk.

“How will we hold them in place?” asked Trine recognising that the grid formation strengthened the crystals’ powers as long as they didn’t touch.

“I’ll stitch a layer of silk over them and stitch them in place. It’ll create little pockets for them,” explained Meryn, already snipping a section from the end of the piece of cloth.

Deftly, the older woman sewed the crystals in place then carefully bound the silk cloth around Trine’s hips.

“Sew it in place,” suggested the younger woman. “That removes the risk of it coming undone.”

With a nod, Meryn added a row of stitches to the cloth, keeping it flush with Trine’s still slender body. Once Trine let her blue robe cascade down, the band was easily concealed.

“Pray this works, child,” said Meryn, sounding a little anxious. “Now, go. We’ll be collected and escorted to the chamber in a few minutes.”

“Thank you,” replied Trine, hugging the older woman on impulse.

“Thank me when this is all over.”

Sleep had eluded Jem and he yawned as he took his seat in the courtroom. Gazing round, he took in the now familiar scene. Over the weeks and months, he’d grown accustomed to seeing his fellow witnesses, the court officials, The Thirteen in their blue robes and Anna. However, as The Thirteen entered to take their seats, Anna turned round to face him. Their eyes met. Their gazes locked. He shivered as he felt the dark angel stare into his very soul.

“Court is now in session,” boomed one of the officials.

Anna turned back to face The Thirteen, the moment past.

“I’d like to invite our final witness to come forward,” began Jefferson calmly.

With sweating palms, Jem walked the short distance to the chair that had been placed to the left of The Thirteen.

“Jeremiah, know that circle you are about to enter binds you to tell your whole truth,” reminded Jefferson.

Feeling his heart pounding in his chest, Jem took a seat and sat facing The Thirteen ready to answer their questions.

“In your own time, please tell us how you first encountered our sister Anna.”

“I first saw her one Halloween. I was out running, and she appeared in the road in front of me,” began Jem slowly.

“Did she speak to you?” asked William.

“Actually, I spoke first. I thought she was in fancy dress for trick or treating. Said something like “good costume”.”

“Did she reply?”

“All she said was “soon” then she flew off into the night,” he replied, recalling the scene vividly.

“And when did you next meet our sister Anna?” asked Alessandro.

“Not for about eight months. Was around the middle of June. I was out running after dinner with a friend. I’d got ahead of him on the trail. I spotted a dead deer in the middle of the path. Its throat had been ripped out. I was looking back to see where my friend was and when I turned back round Anna was in front of me. She was close. She reached out and touched the tattoo I have on my arm. I closed my eyes for a second then I heard my friend coming up the path behind me. When I opened my eyes, she was gone,” explained Jem. “Turned out she’d bitten me, but I never felt it.”

“Bitten you? Drunk from you?” quizzed Miguel sharply.

“She’d pierced the skin at my neck. If she fed, it could only have been a few drops,” replied Jem. “The next time I saw her, Anna …she referred to me as “forbidden fruit” then said we needed to talk. We didn’t have that talk for a couple of months. She was waiting for me at the graveyard in the village where I live. She said she needed to tell me a story. Turned out the tip of her fang had broken off in my neck which was why the wound wouldn’t heal. Anna also said my blood had poisoned her. She said we were related. Said in over two hundred years, she’d not seen anything like it. Then she offered me a choice.”

“A choice?” echoed Jefferson.

Jem nodded, “The choice to either be like her or to kill her. I asked why I would want to be like her. She proposed a partial transformation that would mean I’d age more slowly, run faster and be able to keep running for years. She gave me a week to decide.”

“A partial transformation is rare,” commented Jai, who had rarely spoken in court. “It takes nurturing to sustain. It’s a delicate balance. It has to come from a place of deep love.”

Jem shivered at the memory of the conversation where Ann had pressed him for an answer. Clearing his throat, he said, “Anna advised against a full transformation. I was married. I had young children at the time. She suggested a full transformation might increase the risk that I’d harm one of my kids.” He paused. “I get I got sucked in. Got caught up in the mystique of it all.”

“When did this partial transformation take place?” asked Stefan calmly.

“One week later. She said it needed to happen after the moon had risen on the night of the next full moon. She called it the Blessing Moon. Cursed moon more like.”

“I’m intrigued,” interrupted Amelie. “Describe to the court how Anna completed this partial transformation, please.”

“I’ll try,” said Jem. “It was a long time ago.” He paused again then continued, “I met her at the graveyard, and she transported me to her mausoleum. Her home. She had things laid out on a black cloth. She put some holy water in the cup to keep the transformation pure. I thought that was strange.  She added moonstone dust, white agate powder, opal dust, oak and mugwort. She then added some of my blood. We took the cup out and under the light of the full moon, she filled the cup with her blood and told me to drink it.”

“Then what happened?” prodded Amelie.

“She transported me home. Told me to sleep,” continued Jem. “She gave me some mugwort to take every day and pouch with the remains of the stones she’d scraped the powder from. Told me to carry it always.”

“And did you?” asked Meryn out of curiosity.

Slipping his hand into his trouser pocket, Jem withdrew a worn green velvet bag. “Yes.”

“Interesting,” mused Jefferson. “How long did this partial transformation suffice, Jeremiah?”

“About four months.”

“Then what happened?” prompted Jefferson.

“I developed a blood rage. Almost attacked my son. Anna called it Rabbia Sanguigna. She then taught me how to hunt to satisfy the cravings. I kept up the mugwort to stop my wings from forming.”

“There are recognised ways to quench Rabbia Sanguigna,” commented Amelie. “I’ve studied it. Did our sister Anna try anything to stop the rage?”

Jem nodded, “She gave me a blood potion. I can’t remember what all she added but it involved the stones in the pouch plus another blue one and some oak. She also said I needed to drink the blood of my living vampire relative.”

Meryn flinched visibly at his words.

“And did you?” asked Stefan, staring intently across the room.

“Yes. Anna was gone until New Year. She brought me two flasks of blood that I drank,” he replied. “It was my mother’s blood.”

“What happened next?” encouraged Jefferson.

“I never saw her for three or four months. She turned up one night as I was leaving work and told me the partial transformation had failed.” Jem paused, unsure how to reveal the next part of his tale. “That summer my Rabbia Sanguigna flared one day. I had noticed that it got worse around the full moon but usually I could control myself. This day I didn’t. I met an injured cyclist on my way home from work. No excuses. I lost control when I saw his blood. I fed from him and killed him. Anna gave me fits that night after work for being so careless. She said I had speeded things up because I killed him at the full Buck Moon. I’d also stupidly missed a few days of the mugwort tea I drank.”

“And after that your wings began to bud,” surmised Jefferson.

Jem nodded, “Anna tried to slow their growth.”

“How?”

“She gave me a concoction to pour into the wing buds every month. She also designed a tattoo for me to have inked around the buds. Whatever was in that concoction burned like fire and hurt like hell when I poured it into the holes, I pierced in my back each time.”

“Did you get the tattoo?” asked Stefan. “I’m guessing that the design was part of the enchantment.”

Jem nodded.

“Can you please show the court?” requested Jefferson, curious to see the design.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Jem unfastened his shirt and removed it before turning his back to The Thirteen. He could feel them staring at the intricate Celtic pattern that spanned his upper back.

“Thank you,” said Jefferson warmly. “Please continue.”

Having put his shirt back on, Jem continued, “Anna sent me away with a box of glass phials and a supply of moss to cover the holes. I had to pierce two holes in the wing buds each month, pour in one phial of liquid then cover the holes with the moss. I followed that regime for twenty-five years then I ran out of phials. Once they ran out, my wings grew quite quickly. I panicked and reached out to her for help. She came but she told me I was on my own. Before she left that night, she did admit that she’d failed me.”

“Was that when you moved to your beach hut?” asked Trine, finally feeling bold enough to address her partner.

“Yes.”

“And that’s when we became aware of your existence,” added Stefan calmly.

“Jeremiah,” began Jefferson. “Did you know before you first met our sister Anna that vampire blood flowed in your veins?”

“No.”

“Even though your own birth mother is a pure blood and a member of this council?”

“I never suspected a thing until Anna mentioned that she needed my mother’s blood.”

“That’s to the credit of Meryn,” interjected Stefan bluntly. “She was keen that Jeremiah live a human existence.”

“Jem,” said Jean-Claude, who had remained silent throughout. “May I ask you a question?”

Jem nodded.

“You said you were offered a choice,” began the French vampire. “Why didn’t you kill Anna? You knew that was an option before you agreed to the partial transformation. Did you never feel tempted to do it, especially when things failed?”

“Good question,” commented Jem, stalling for some thinking time. “No, I was never tempted to kill her. I thought about it many times especially over the past year or two, but I can’t kill her.”

“Why?” pressed Jean-Claude.

“Because she created me,” replied Jem quietly. “Because a part of me remains loyal to her. Because a part of me loves her.”

“Merci.”

“Are there any further questions?” asked Jefferson.

His question was met with silence.

“Thank you, Jeremiah,” said Jefferson warmly. “I release you from the circle. Your testimony is complete.”

Once Jem had returned to his seat, Jefferson turned his attention to Anna, “You’ve listened to the testimonies of all of our witnesses, sister Anna. Do you have any mitigation to offer?”

“No,” started the dark angel calmly.

“Do you have anything you wish to say to the court?”

“No.”

“Very well,” said Jefferson with a nod. “The Thirteen will now retire to consider the evidence that has been presented to us. Please return to your chambers. A court official will fetch you when it is time to return to hear the court’s decision. I’d like to thank you all for your time and your patience throughout this trial. It has been appreciated.”

With a last glance round at the dark angel, Jem followed everyone out of the chamber with a heavy heart.