Barbara wrapped her arm around his waist. “Uh-oh! Time to get you back to bed.”
“Mmm.” His eyes drifted closed.
“No. No. No. Come on. Move your feet. Come on. We can do this. Come on. Left foot forward. Bend your knee. Good. Right foot. Good. Just keep moving.”
“I know. Just a few more steps. We’re almost there.” The door was open a few inches. Barbara kicked the door all the way open and kept him moving towards the bed.
“I know. I know. Come on, kitten. We can do this. Almost there. Almost there.”
He leaned his head against her shoulder. His feet started to drag.
“Don’t! Come on! It’s just a few more steps. I mean it. Come on. You don’t really want to sleep on the floor, do you? Almost. The bed’s just a couple of steps away. We can do this!”
He mumbled something that sounded like it was all consonants.
“I know. I know. Okay. The bed’s right here. Good boy. Up on the bed. Come on. Up you go!”
He straggled up onto the bed and made it up to the mid-way point before collapsing.
Barbara crawled onto the bed and sat beside him.
He was already sound asleep.
“Life with you will always be interesting. No doubts there.” She kissed his head. “I love you, kitten.”
His mouth twitched into a slight smile, but he stayed asleep.
Barbara left his room just as Mrs. Hastings left Robin’s room.
Mrs. Hastings smiled. “Your vampire called it quits too?”
Barbara giggled. “He sure did. Ambrose has absolutely no stamina when it comes to staying up during the day.”
The two women headed towards the stairs.
“I guess I don’t understand.” said Mrs. Hastings. “I thought vampires slept straight through the day.”
“They’re supposed to, but sometimes they wake up. They can stay up for a certain amount of minutes. It’s never easy to say how long. But their day exhaustion will always catch up to them and make them crash.”
They walked down the stairs in silence.
“And you’re engaged to one of them. Are you sure you want to do that? The risks—-”
“I’m not worried about the risks.”
Mrs. Hastings frowned. “You should be.”
“I know him. I trust him.”
“But he’s a vampire. All vampires are the same.”
Barbara stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at her.
“They’re all bloodthirsty monsters.”
Barbara thought about it as the older woman came down the last three stairs.
“Even you can’t deny that.”
“No, I can’t. I’ve seen him when he’s been hungry. I know how awful and cruel he can be. But I love him.” She smiled as she remembered him tearing through the brick wall to save her. “And, Mrs. Hastings, he loves me.” She remembered him tearing through the chain-linked fences for her. “Oh, he loves me. He will do anything to protect me. You don’t even know.”
“I’m just concerned. You seem like a very nice young woman. I’d hate for you to become a vampire’s victim.”
“If I become one, it will not be because of Ambrose. I know him, Mrs. Hastings. If he killed me or if he changed me, it would utterly destroy him. That’s how much he loves me.”
Mrs. Hastings smiled. “Then, you’re one of the lucky ones. Most human and vampire love affairs end poorly for the human. Doesn’t matter if the human is male or female. The vampire always has the winning hand. But if you trust him…Are you sure? Are you sure your trust isn’t misplaced?”
“I’m very sure.”
“Then, I wish you both all of the happiness your hearts can hold.”
Barbara choked up. “Thank you.”
Mrs. Hastings stopped in the living room.
Missy remained at Raven’s side. She spoke soft rambles of sentences at him, but he slept on.
She startled and looked over at her.
“I’m going to leave now. Did you have any other questions for me? Did you need anything?”
Missy kissed him, but he was out solid cold. No reaction whatsoever. She stood and came over to the older woman. “I’m all good. Thanks.”
Mrs. Hastings yelped as Missy sprang a hug on her.
“Thank you so much for coming!” Missy released her. “Even though it turned out you couldn’t really help us so it was something of a wasted trip for you to—-”
“It wasn’t wasted. I found my son. I reconnected with him and he knows I still love him. So, thank you.”
“Oh. You’re welcome.”
Mrs. Hastings walked over to the couch and contemplated the sleeping vampire one last time.
Missy came up beside her. “You have to admit that he is pretty.”
She smiled. “He’s unique.” Her expression turned serious. “Are you sure you’re safe living with him and two other vampires?”
Missy smiled at her. “It may take more trying to access my XQ self, but trust me. I’m plenty safe.”
“Be safe.” She patted Missy’s back and left.