by T. S. Ryder
Eventually, they emerged onto the surface. Henry's eyes widened and he gasped. His father had brought him up here a few times when he was a boy, but always on nights of the new moon. Even then there was something about the surface that had made him feel sick, and he had never wanted to return. But the world he saw now was completely different from those times. In awe, he stumbled from the hole they had emerged from and moved to the nearest bush.
"It's so green," he said, touching the leaves. "Such a bright color. And those flowers! And the sky!"
He had never seen anything so colorful. There was so much color that he felt dizzy. It looked unreal like he had just stepped into a movie or a painting. He didn't think colors like this existed in nature. And yet they did. And the sun! He raised his face to it, feeling a peculiar warmth as if he was sitting by a fire. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.
"Come on." Rachel took his hand, laughing. "We need to find a place to stay before night falls."
***
Becky was the one who found them a place to stay. The sun had sunk below the horizon by the time they got there, but Henry hardly noticed, too wrapped up in observing the human town they were in. It was so amazing. So many colors, so many smells, so much to see. It was all too much. More than once Rachel had to take him into the dark bathroom of a store and hold him until he could reorient himself.
It was so different from the world he had grown up in.
The place Becky found for them, a warehouse, was huge and empty. Smells echoed around it, making Henry gag, but Becky took them to a small room below the surface, and it wasn't so bad there. Henry had to lie down at once. Perhaps it was the sun still sapping his energy, or maybe it was the sheer amount of stimuli he had experienced, but he found himself weak and shaking.
"Becky and I will go get blankets and stuff," he heard Leila muttering. "The vampire doesn't look so good. You'll probably have to… you know. Feed him."
Henry's mouth twitched, but he didn't have the energy to correct her. Or maybe she did mean sex, and just didn't want to say it out loud. He heard the two women leave and Rachel returned to his side, lying beside him. Just having her near helped him feel a little better. As her hands tugged at his shirt, he cracked an eye open.
"You don't have to—"
"Yes, I do," Rachel interrupted. "I might seem like I'm in full control, but this whole situation… it's freaking me out a little and I need to reconnect with you."
Henry understood what she meant. He gazed into her beautiful chocolate eyes and wanted nothing more than to banish the fear that was in them. He gripped her hips as she shifted, straddling him, and lifted his face to hers when she bent over him. He was well used to this, giving his bride control. He preferred it that way, as it meant he could know she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Not that he had to worry about that with Rachel.
She manipulated his clothing expertly, shifting it out of the way so she could reach her goal. Henry moaned as he felt her against him, his skin tightening. That delightful heat that he could only experience with a woman filled him. He watched Rachel as she moved, taking him into her mouth to prepare him. His back bowed at her gentle touch.
His heart filled so much that it hurt. "I love you."
She glanced up. "I love you, too."
His father couldn't know what this felt like, to hear those words from someone he would willingly give his life for. He grasped Rachel's shoulders, turning her onto her back so he could remove her clothing as well. The sweet smell of her arousal filled him as he kissed him way down her body, focusing between her legs. Her gasps filled him, her taste making his own arousal that much more powerful.
When she began shaking, Rachel flipped him back onto his back and straddled him, her eyes bright. Henry moaned, bringing himself to Rachel as she took him. Her eyes met his. Sparks blossomed in his blood, the connection building between them as he stared into her eyes.
He had heard about human notions of heaven before, but until this moment, when Rachel smiled and whispered she loved him again, he had never thought that heaven was possible.
Now he knew differently.
Chapter Seven
Fire.
Lights flash. Blue, green... Blackness fills her vision. She gasps, pain lancing through her. It curls around her abdomen, squeezing her. My baby. What's going to happen to my baby? She screams as the pain comes again. Smoke curls around her nose. The room is on fire. Hands are on her shoulders, pushing her down, holding her in place. Outside the sun is shining, heedless of the battle. A baby starts to cry.
Rachel screamed as she jerked awake. Beside her, Henry woke with a start. He was on his feet in an instant, a knife in each hand as he searched the room. Nearby, Becky and Leila both started awake as well. Leila lit the room with magic, peering around while she blinked blearily. Rachel closed her eyes, her heart pounding.
It had been just over eight months since the four of them fled from the vampire king. They hadn't seen any sign of vampires in that time, not that that meant anything. Henry was afraid they were being hunted by his father, so they moved every few days to a new location. The store of items Leila had pilfered from the palace to sell was almost out. Even though they tried to stretch their money, and took up what odd jobs they could, it wouldn’t be long until they ran out of funds.
Worse were the dreams. Rachel hadn't had any visions for almost four months, and then the dreams of smoke and fire came and they wouldn't go away. They were getting more frequent as the birth of the baby got closer.
"I'm sorry," she gasped. Her throat was dry and scratchy as if she had actually been breathing in the smoke. "It was another dream."
Henry sank back down beside her, running a hand over his face. Leila joined them while Becky grabbed a bottle of water. Rachel's heart was still beating hard in her chest, but the smell of smoke was slowly dissipating.
"Are you alright?" Henry stroked her hair as Rachel rubbed her aching belly.
She felt the baby moving. There was no more room to kick, but he squirmed and stretched. He was a strong baby, and sometimes Rachel was afraid he was bruising her.
"I'm fine. Usually the pain goes away when I wake up, but—" Her stomach clenched. She could feel it tighten under her hand, and her eyes widened. Slowly she brought her eyes up to Henry's. "It's probably just false labor."
Her voice came out whispered and choked. A wave of nausea coursed through her. Henry's muscles tensed, but in the next moment, Becky was pushing both him and Leila out of the way. Her hands probed Rachel's stomach, brow furrowing. Even though she only had some medical training, Rachel felt better with Becky here.
Though they knew that she would have to go to a hospital to give birth, they had all agreed that, except for a visit to the emergency room once in a while to make sure that everything was okay, they couldn't risk regular doctor's visits. Henry's father, if he was looking for them, would be looking in hospitals, since he knew that Rachel was pregnant. She didn't like to think of what might happen if he found them.
The images of fire and smoke came back to her and she shivered. She knew exactly what would happen if–when–he found them.
"It feels like the baby is changing position," Becky said. "We'll wait and see what happens. This could be just false labor. If the contractions end up strong and regular, then we need to go to the hospital when they're five minutes apart."
Rachel nodded and squeezed Henry's hand. "Everything is going to be okay."
"Except chances are we'll be attacked in the hospital. I wouldn't think my father would make a move like that, not when it could reveal the vampire kingdom. But we have to trust your visions."
"I'm not sure it will be at the hospital."
"That's where you will be when you go into labor." Henry chewed his lip. "Leila and I will go now so we can scout the area and plan our defense."
Rachel nodded, though she wanted to beg Henry to stay with her. Her hands shook and she was tense waiting for the next contracti
on. Would it even come? She hated not knowing. If only her visions were just a little more clear-cut, they could at least be able to plan for what they were going to do, and how they would defeat whoever was sent after them.
Henry kissed her forehead and Leila squeezed her hand.
"Don't worry," her sister said. "I'll look after Princey-Prince for you."
The vampire rolled his eyes, but Rachel just smiled her thanks. Leila had started becoming softer towards Henry lately. Rachel was grateful for that, even if her sister still wasn't exactly nice to him.
She shivered after they were gone. Even though she and Leila had put up magical wards to warn if any unknown individuals approached their latest lodgings–this time an abandoned house with creaking floors and a dripping roof that indicated that it was going to be torn down someday soon–she knew she would be tense until they returned.
Becky patted her hand. "I'm sure everything is going to be fine."
"I hope so," Rachel whispered.
"Try to rest. You won't get a chance once you're in full labor."
Rachel scowled, but she understood the sentiment and lay back down in her bed, pulling a blanket up over her shoulders. But instead of trying to sleep, she turned her mind to her visions. She had been trying to find a way to bring them up on purpose for months now. Like every time she had tried before, she only got confusing feelings and ended up nauseous and unable to do anything but just lying there, waiting to feel better. But if she could find a way to ever do it, then now would be the best time.
She closed her eyes, breathing deeply to calm her mind, and searched for the sensations she had during her visions, a slight tug behind her navel, the feeling of being dragged through water. Another contraction curled over her belly and she winced but pushed through the pain. She was so close to bringing a vision to her waking mind, she knew she was…
Images suddenly flooded her mind. They were confusing, disconnected. Her lying in a hospital bed. Leila pressing a shield of magic against three figures. Henry holding a baby. Becky crying. Henry on the floor, eyes wide as his father wrapped his hands around his throat.
I didn't want to kill you.
The words ran clear in Rachel's mind. She gasped, jolting upright. The image lingered, Henry's father choking the life out of him. Becky turned towards her, but before either of them could speak, a searing pain shot through Rachel's abdomen and she collapsed, screaming in pain.
***
"Breathe. Just breathe."
Rachel didn't know who was speaking. She had the vague sensation that she was moving, thrashing out, but the haze of agony was ripping through her, making her scream even when she wasn't having contractions. She could hardly make out the shape silhouetted in the clouds of white and black spots that blinded her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that pushing her magic to show her visions had brought on labor, but at the moment she didn't care–she was in too much pain.
"My baby," she gasped, reaching out blindly, trying to find Henry's cold hands. She needed him. She couldn't find him. He wasn't there. He wasn't with her. "What's going to happen to my baby?"
There was a shout. She saw a flash of green light. Magic. She heard Henry's voice and her heart leaped. Leila answered him, then a stranger spoke. She managed to raise her head. Black tunneled her vision, but she saw Leila and Henry standing shoulder-to-shoulder, facing off with three women. Their teeth were bared, and their hands flexed. Magic burst between them.
Rachel smelled smoke. The flicker of lights burst to the left and right. Pain ripped up her spine and she saw Henry struggling against his father's grip.
No, that isn't happening. It's going to happen.
Everything went dark.
***
When she woke again, her mind was crystal clear. Rachel gasped, ignoring the pain that still raced through her body. Henry. The vision of his father strangling him flashed through her mind. Her head thrashed left and right until she found him. He was right beside her, and one of his cool hands cupped her face, stilling her.
"It's okay, it's okay," he whispered. "You're safe."
Rachel forced herself to her elbows, though the movement made her groan. "Are you? Were you hurt?"
"No. And neither were Leila or Becky. The witches didn't hurt any of us."
Henry pulled her into his arms–no, just one arm. It was only then that she realized he held something… a tiny something wrapped in blankets. Rachel's eyes widened as she took in the small face with eyes that were blinking slowly at her. Nestled in Henry's strong arms was a baby. Their baby.
Rachel's hand drifted to her stomach. It was soft, significantly smaller. How was it possible? Had the pain from forcing the vision caused her to miss her entire labor?
"You passed out," Henry said. His voice shook and she could see raw emotion in his eyes. "We didn't think we would get you to the hospital in time. I almost lost you."
Rachel closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "Tell me what happened."
After she went into full, active labor, Becky had run after Leila and Henry. They had returned to find three of the king's witches converging on Rachel. Becky had gone to Rachel, trying to help her, while Henry and Leila fought the witches back.
Their magic had nearly overpowered the two, but Leila had accidently started a fire and the smoke had filled the house. In the confusion, they had managed to get out of the building and to the hospital, where Rachel's body had miraculously delivered the baby while she was being prepped for an emergency C-section. The witches hadn't followed.
"We have to get out of here before they come back," Rachel said.
"They won't attack the hospital," Henry said. "I'm sure of it now. The best defense for the vampire kingdom is secrecy, and if there was a magical attack in such a public place…"
Rachel nodded. She wanted to take her baby, but her arms felt so weak. She needed a little rest and a little food before she concentrated on healing herself. "Let me see our son."
Henry smiled. "You mean our daughter."
A girl? "You said vampire royalty only had boys."
"We always have. But then none of our mothers have been Seers. Witches usually have daughters, don’t they?"
"I don't know." Rachel touched her daughter's face. "Have you named her?"
Henry shifted their little girl, laying her on Rachel's chest. "I was hoping… if you're not opposed… Cheri."
Cheri. After the bride he had left behind. Rachel leaned back, thinking. She liked the older woman. They had no idea whether she was alive or dead, and she knew that weighed heavily on Henry. If naming their daughter after the grandmotherly woman helped, then it was for the best.
"I love it. It's the perfect name for our daughter."
"Cheri. Our little princess. For the first time in thousands of years…" Henry kissed her forehead. "Perhaps with a girl, my father will rethink his position. We've never had a princess before. Maybe it's only with princes that the king dies."
The flood of visions that had caused her to go into labor came rushing back. Rachel flinched, sucking in a deep breath.
"He won't," she blurted.
Henry's brows furrowed.
"Before I… I managed to force a vision. I think it's why I went into labor… but I saw the future, Henry. I saw your father trying to kill you. Strangling you."
What little color there was in Henry's face drained away.
"He's not going to change, Henry. I'm sorry. He's going to try to kill you."
Chapter Eight
After Rachel fell asleep again and Leila and Becky returned, Henry took his leave of them. The magic shield protecting him from the ill effects of the sun was a little weaker since it was only Leila maintaining it, but she did the best she could on her own, and the sun didn't bother him too much.
Henry didn't want to think about the shield or the sun. He walked along the streets outside of the hospital, trying to let the sheer number of things to see, smell, taste, touch and hear overwhelm his senses, but he coul
dn't pay attention to his surroundings. The knowledge Rachel had given him about this father weighed too heavily on him.
His father, the man he loved, the man who had raised him, was going to try to kill him.
If it was just his life on the line, he might have been able to accept his fate. But it wasn't just him. It was Rachel's life, too. Leila, Becky, and now little Cheri. All of them were relying on him. If his father had decided to kill him, then they would all die. That was something that he couldn’t accept.
It was prophesized that he would kill his father someday. And this is how the prophecy comes true. Because he won't let me and my brides alone.
Henry sat on the sidewalk and wept, not caring who saw him. He hated himself for this, but he knew it was the only choice he had. He had to return to his home and take the kingdom by force. He had to kill his father, or else his father would kill what mattered most to him.
He wasn't sure how long he stayed there, mourning his father and the relationship they had had. If it wasn't for that stupid prophecy, would any of this have happened?
Yes, a voice whispered in his mind. Because he would have still told you to kill Rachel.
Rachel.
Henry stood, straightening his shirt and dusting off the seat of his pants. His eyes felt raw and scratchy, but he wiped the remnants of tears from his face and headed back to his brides and his little daughter. Whatever happened now, they were his family. He had to protect them, even if it meant giving up the family he had grown up with.
When he returned to the hospital room, Rachel was awake and feeding Cheri. Becky and Leila were both in the room as well, and from the looks of pity they gave him, he knew Rachel had told them what she had seen. He avoided looking at Leila. After the months they had spent together on the run, their relationship had much improved, but he wouldn't say that she was a friend. He didn't want her pity.
"I have made a decision," he said. "I'm going to fulfill the prophecy that was made at my birth. I'm going back."