Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I’ll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done

Seven Devils – Florence + The Machine


You’re probably wondering why I’m writing to you out of nowhere like this. Well, I guess I just need to get this off my chest, finally, after all this time. Or maybe I just missed talking to you.

It’s probably both.

First, let’s go back to that night… the night of the fire, the night Dad died, the night everything changed.

We had not only lost him, but our home and everything in it. The vampires that showed up to help us that night took us in. Initially Mom refused, but then she looked at the smoldering rubble that used to be where we lived and accepted.  To make matters worse (as if that was even possible), the sky was beginning to lighten, and Mom and the other vampires needed to get somewhere safe. I guess she figured we’d be safe there too.

The whole place was underground. I guess Mom may have felt safe there, but I know I didn’t. I couldn’t… not with a bunker full of blood-thirsty vampires. No, not me. Not after all that had happened that night. Mehrissa and Knut led the way, Mom sheepishly following them, Mireille slung across Sterling’s arms, and me bringing up the rear.

We walked for what felt like miles, and finally came to a stop in the room Sterling said was his. He gently laid Mi on the bed and sat down with his friends. I leaned in close to wipe some of the blood off of my sister’s face.

The eye where the one who called herself “the high elder” had hit her was swollen and bruised, and she was frighteningly pale.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked, but no one answered.

“Mistress Adelaide, is there anything I can do for you?” Tom asked my mom. I have no doubt that if Tom hadn’t been there, we wouldn’t have made it out of the house alive that night. We actually thought we had lost him along with everything else in the fire, but just as the roof began to collapse he came running out of the house, glowing red hot. He explained that someone had activated his Emergency Response Alarm (it must have been one of the last things Dad ever did) and that the invaders were no more.

“I don’t think so, Tom,” she sighed. “You’ve done so much for us already… unless, you care to try and explain again what happened?”

So Tom told us again.

“The… thing… and I continued to struggle,” he finished, “but the lady began to burn. When she fell dead from the flames the creature also collapsed. Our quarrel ended with her death.”

“Who were they?” she asked no one in particular.

Tom turned to me.

“Master Chance, you were with them before I arrived. Did either of the intruders say anything to you to indicate why they would perform such heinous acts?”

I struggled to come up with an acceptable response but I was interrupted by Knut.

“She called herself the High Elder,” he answered, “but she was really just an insane, power-hungry bitch.”

“And the creature?” Mom asked.

I knew that one…


“Her zombie lover. An animated corpse she raised from the dead herself with her dark magic,” said Sterling.

“What were their names? Why did they do this?”


Mehrissa decided it was her turn to answer. “Liza. Her name was Liza. Adelaide, I believe you know who she was before she turned? Yes, I’m sure of it. And I’m certain I heard her call him Julien. Did you know him as well?”

Mom’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

“Are you sure?” she whispered hoarsely. “It must be a coincidence…”

“No, not a coincidence. Her last name before their wedding was Dadian, the same last name as the one you were once betrothed to,” Mehrissa replied. “I was reminded of that little fact at the end of the Summer, when I was keeping an eye on Mireille and her friends in the graveyard, shortly after Mireille was escorted away in the back of a police cruiser.”

I glanced at Mom but I don’t think she caught exactly everything Mehrissa had said.

“But that couldn’t have been… him… and her…” Mom said in a daze.


I shook my head. “Mom… it was him. She called him my uncle,” I choked back the bile that was rising in my throat as I remembered what he was doing when the high elder – Liza – had revealed that information to me. “It was your brother.”

Mom didn’t say another word, just got up and left.

“Mom?” I called as she walked away.

“Let her go, boy,” said Mehrissa, soothingly. “She needs some time to process all that’s happened tonight. Would you mind filling us in on who he was? Liza was not exactly forth-coming when it came to his origins.”

I told the vampires all that I knew – which wasn’t very much – that Mom had a younger brother who was killed. Mom never told us who killed him or how she knew he was dead, but I always suspected either she or her maker had something to do with it. Murder is not exactly something you want to think your own mother capable of (even if you’ve seen her commit it with your own eyes). But Mom said that Julien was a teen when he was killed, and the thing that ate Toby’s brains was the size of a full grown man. So, apparently, Mom didn’t have the full story either.

And if Liza’s last name had been Dadian… that made her related to Mom’s maker and one-time fiance, Pasha.

I turned back to my sleeping sister.

“Only time will tell,” muttered Sterling under his breath.

I started. “Tell what?”

“If she will be okay. She lost a lot of blood,” he sighed.

“And she took in some of Liza’s, if the blood on her lips was any indication,” interjected Knut.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

Mehrissa smiled, sending a chill up my spine. “It means, my dear boy, that your sister may be turning at this very moment.”


“Into a vampire.”


“We just told you!” Mehrissa exclaimed. “She swapped blood with Liza!”

The room began to tilt. When had I eaten last? Or slept?

“Dear God…” I moaned.

“God has nothing to do with it,” answered Knut flatly. “The next thing to consider of course, is whether or not we allow her to survive,” he said to the other vampires.

“WHAT?!?” I screamed. They ignored me.

“Let’s not jump ahead of ourselves,” cautioned Sterling. “We don’t know for a fact that she will turn.”

“And if she does?” asked Mehrissa. “I’m not sure we should ‘wait and see’ before we decide to destroy her.”


“She may want to become a vampire,” said Sterling with a shrug. “Who are we to deny her such a privilege?”

“But to know that you are… that woman’s progeny…”

“I agree with Knut,” said Mehrissa. “And on top of it, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the idea of Liza’s child wondering around.”

“We could control her,” suggested Knut.

Sterling’s expression hardened. “I’m not sure that I like that idea. How would that make us any different from Liza? From how she treated us? A maker should be someone who can guide and teach, and not without a certain amount of care –“

“But she has no maker! Can you imagine such a transition? Her existence? We’d practically be doing her a favor to stop the process before it goes any further.”

I couldn’t help myself, honest I couldn’t. The night had been a long one. I was exhausted.

The yawn was so loud it stopped the vampires’ conversation.

“Let’s not discuss this right now. If she is turning, we have a bit of time. I say we all take some rest. Chance?” asked Sterling.

I nodded. I wanted desperately to stay awake, to keep my sister safe… but I was just too damn tired.

“He can have my quarters,” offered Mehrissa.

“Where will you go?” Sterling asked with a smirk.

She and Knut joined hands.

“The night has been long indeed, but I’m not exactly tired,” she purred. “I could do with a bit of celebrating.”

Mehrissa led me to her room.

“You may not think so, but you will be safe here.”

“And my mom?” I asked through another jaw-creaking yawn.

“She is safe.”

“But where will she go?”

“I think I know. Do not worry about it, Chance. Now, you must rest.”

I don’t know how she did it, but it was like she sent out these vibes or something that calmed me. She nodded to the bed before she left and gave me another smile.

“Pleasant dreams,” she whispered.

I wanted to be creeped out by her, but I just couldn’t be. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to explain it. I took off my smoke-fumed clothes and slipped into the big bed, falling asleep before my head ever hit the pillow.



Mireille turned out fine, as you know. She was bruised and bloodied, but she didn’t “turn”. I found her the next day in Sterling’s room, eating a huge breakfast that she had found on a tray at the foot of her bed.

“I don’t know where it came from,” she said with her mouth full, “but it’s delicious and I’m fucking starving.”

I helped myself to some of the food. And Mi was right – it was delicious.

After the shock of it all wore off, we held a memorial service for Dad.

God, that was hard. It didn’t help that the funeral home refused to do a night service so Mom couldn’t even attend. But everyone Dad worked with showed up, and all of our school friends (but you already knew that). Even that douche (Mireille’s word, not mine) Landgraab and his fiancee came. He made a point of shaking hands with me before they got into their limo.

“Send your mother my condolences, and have her get in touch with my secretary as soon as possible. Your father and I had some unfinished business we need to discuss,” he told me from his rolled-down tinted window.

When I went back inside Mi was alone, staring at Dad’s portrait.

“This is all my fault,” she sniffled. “He’d still be… well, not alive, but here, if it weren’t for me.”

I pulled her in for a hug and let her cry on my shoulder.

“It’s not your fault, Mi,” I told her, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was lying just a little bit. I guess a part of me will always think it WAS sort of her fault… if she hadn’t gone out to meet Toby that night, those bastards would have never found our house, we’d still live there (well, not now, but Mom and Dad would still be there), and Dad would still be with us.

But then again, who’s to say that Toby, Liza, and Julien wouldn’t have still found us? They could have busted in at any time, and Mehrissa, Knut, and Sterling wouldn’t have been there to help. Mom and Dad would have been caught unprepared, and Mi and I would have been killed immediately I’m sure. We’d all be dead.

To be honest, it’s something I try not to think about.

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2 Responses to “Chapter 7”

  1. 1 Witch of Writing
    8 December 2014 at 10:42 am

    I know you don’t think anyone is still reading this, but I’m sure there are people who still are. I just usually found your chapters through Boolprop. I always enjoyed the way you wrote your legacy, and I still do. With that out of the way and now that I’m caught up, the way you wrote grief is wonderfully done and perfectly heart-wrenching. After everything Mirelle went through, I’m not surprised at her reaction.

    • 17 February 2015 at 12:00 pm

      I don’t know how many times I’ve pulled up your comment and wanted to respond, but just didn’t know what to say. Thank you so much for your lovely comment, and for still reading. I still think about this legacy often (like, nearly every day) and I still have tons of plots that I would love to explore, but I just can’t seem to find the time. And when I DO find the time, Andy runs me out of my computer chair so he can play Sims (he has his own little family that he made himself). There just aren’t enough hours in the day to work on my legacy and take care of everything in my “real life”. But thank you so much (again) for your comment. You don’t know how much it means to me.

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