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“The sun is out in the morning.”
“It is?I had no idea,” I gasp, taking the keys and setting them on my desk.
“You’re an asshole,” she retorts.
“I’ve been told.”I start for the door but Eliza zooms forward and blocks my way.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”she whispers, speaking in French.
“I can handle one little witch,” I reply and then smile.“Which is exactly what I plan to do.”
Eliza rolls her eyes.“Always thinking with your cock will get you killed someday.”
“It hasn’t yet.”I kiss Eliza’s forehead.“Lock Adam in the cell and leave him for me to handle when I get back.”
She steps aside and I lead Callie through the bar and onto the street.The Taproom isn’t far from my house in Lincoln Park.It only takes me a minute to get from here to the house, but will take Callie longer since she has to walk at human speed.
Her heels click on the sidewalk, rushing to keep up with my long strides.A bit of fear flashed over her face as soon as she stepped out of the bar, as if she’s realizing what she’s actually doing.I can feel her staring at me now, but I keep my eyes trained forward.
A man walks down the sidewalk a good distance from us, unsuspecting.I wonder what Callie could do to him, how fast she could burn him up from the inside out.I’m fast and strong, and the last time I felt intimidated by a human was when I still was one.
Yet I’d be stupid to pretend Callie holds no threat.
“I used to live here,” she says.“In Chicago, I mean.”
“You don’t anymore?”I flick my eyes to her.
“No, I live in Indiana now.Only about an hour and a half away, but far enough to be away from the city.”
I nod, trying not to find her any more interesting than I already do.We go down the block before I allow myself to look at her again.If my heart could beat, it would skip right now.A slight breeze blows Callie’s brunette hair back from her face, and her green eyes almost glow under the street lamps.Knowing she’s dangerous makes her all the more beautiful.
“Why’d you come tonight?It wasn’t just to visit somehipster bar.”
“No, it wasn’t.”She stops at the crosswalk and doesn’t say anything more.I can sense something in her, something familiar.We can’t have anything in common.It would be impossible.“Have you been in the city long?”she asks.
“I suppose long for you.”I pull my car keys from my pocket and remember the first time Eliza and I came to the city.I hated it.She loved it.So we stayed.“Eliza and I have been here since 1962.”
“Did you, uh, turn her?”
“Yes.”
“So are you two together?”
“Not in the sense you’re thinking,” I tell her.Many vampires have sexual or romantic relationships with their progenies.I turned Eliza for revenge and had no intention on dealing with her again after seeing the look on her father’s face when his perfect baby girl became one of the things he hated most.
I never made a vampire before her, and I never plan to make another after.The bond between vampire and maker is strong, and I couldn’t physically bear being apart from her.I love Eliza as if she were my own daughter, because that is exactly what she is.
I took her human life and brought her into the world of darkness.
“Interesting,” Callie says.
“Strange how you’re so willing to kill vampires when you find us interesting.”
“I didn’t kill that vampire back at the bar.”
I turn, finding Callie already looking at me.“You would have.”
“If necessary, yes.I would have.”
