Sex, Blood, Revenge (and everything in between), Epilogue

Epilogue
Callidra

5 months later, December of 2010

Five months have passed since that day, five month since I fucked a Drakonia, five months since I killed Garrick, five months since I lost my familiar, five months since I gave Donohue a second and last chance.

I have continued to hunt and kill vampires, continued to instill fear into my own species. I am nearing twenty six thousand dead in the list of vampires I have killed; each and every one of them is forever ingrained into my mind. Each one has forever bloodied my hands and stained my heart.

Herasee and Katrine still encourage me though, remind me of what I have lost, and how this is my right to wrought this tragedy. I have every right to wreak havoc on the murdering sons of bitches that destroyed my first and true mate.

I don’t think of Donohue more than absolutely necessary, though he’s always somewhat on my mind. That thought scares me more than any other. He never truly leaves, I know the incantation that would break our bond, but some part of me wants this bond in tact because this way I will know when he is finally brought to justice for his crimes.

I have not heard from Burmilla since that day, part of me wonders how she is doing. Most of me is glad that she is away from me and happy. If she had stayed with me, she too would have surely died. Therefore, I am glad she left. As I don’t want her to have the same fate that I eventually will.

I look at myself in the mirror, tracing the many curves of my body mentally. Some of my curves are newfound. My eyes draw to the phone, I should call. It’s funny how similar this internal debate is to one that I had eight thousand years prior.

I place my hand upon my most sacred part. Yet I can’t help but wonder if I should call. Am I being weak because I want to have my mate bond with me? Of course I am. He is my enemy and I need to remember that. Yet as I look at my reflection, part of me knows I should call him.

It is not my place to decide this for him, and he has a right to know. I sort of wonder if he heeded my warning or if he is searching for me right now. Yet I believe it is the first choice, because if he was truly looking for me, he already would have found me. I’m not exactly hiding after all.

I close my eyes tightly as I think of my options. Even if Herasee wanted to be involved in this she can’t. She is bound as tightly as I to help and guarantee that my species dies. So I have no option there. Katrine won’t do it either. My only other option is Donohue.

I sigh and pick up the phone. I dial the number as I look at my reflection in the mirror. After three rings the line clicks, signaling he has answered. I don’t wait for his voice.

“Donohue, its Callidra. I need you… I’m pregnant.”

Source: http://jadiona.blogspot.com/2010/08/sex-blood-revenge-and-everything-in_3503.html