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This is the conclusion of "Shattered Stone," whose first part is already available here on FA.
She woke up to the sound of a soft tapping at her door. She blinked sleep out of her eyes, and looked at the clock; the hour suggested it should be twilight. Sitting up in bed, she arranged the sheet around herself and unlatched the door from across the room with a flick of her wrist.
The door cracked open a half-foot, and Planvi stuck his head in. "Hello?" he said cautiously.
"Good evening, little fox."
Planvi pushed the door open the rest of the way and padded in, then scrambled up beside her. "You sleep during the day like Uncle Char?" He produced a comb from a pocket.
"Most days, yes. Do you remember much of last night?"
His ears folded back and he shook his head. "Not much. Only some." He curled his tail into his lap and began combing at it determinedly.
"He doesn't remember... you and Char," Rin said quietly, stepping into the room. He wore the same clothes as yesterday, and she might not have known he'd left the suite at all save for a small bag he carried. When he saw Vanya, her nude form hidden only partially by the sheet, his eyes widened, and he looked away as he continued. "Is that part of what vampires do, too? Make victims forget?"
She ruffled Planvi's head fur. "No. But I think it's part of what children do." Studying the cub's tail, she pointed to a spot. "You're missing that tangle."
He moved the comb to that spot, and tugged on it. I can't get it."
"Let me try." She gently took the comb from him, and began grooming his tail more smoothly. He beamed.
"I have the stakes," Rin said. He reached into the bag and withdrew two iron stakes, tossing them onto the bed. "They don't have to be wooden, do they? I know that's what they are in stories, but that's not what they had at the store."
"No, they don't. A pure metal like wrought iron is fine." She paused long enough to gather them up, then looked at the bag as she resumed her combing. It still had weight in it. "Is that a third stake?"
He crushed the bag to him and nodded, looking away.
"Rin," she said softly, looking directly at him until he finally met her gaze. "Is one a spare, or do you believe there's need for three?"
Continued...
* * *She woke up to the sound of a soft tapping at her door. She blinked sleep out of her eyes, and looked at the clock; the hour suggested it should be twilight. Sitting up in bed, she arranged the sheet around herself and unlatched the door from across the room with a flick of her wrist.
The door cracked open a half-foot, and Planvi stuck his head in. "Hello?" he said cautiously.
"Good evening, little fox."
Planvi pushed the door open the rest of the way and padded in, then scrambled up beside her. "You sleep during the day like Uncle Char?" He produced a comb from a pocket.
"Most days, yes. Do you remember much of last night?"
His ears folded back and he shook his head. "Not much. Only some." He curled his tail into his lap and began combing at it determinedly.
"He doesn't remember... you and Char," Rin said quietly, stepping into the room. He wore the same clothes as yesterday, and she might not have known he'd left the suite at all save for a small bag he carried. When he saw Vanya, her nude form hidden only partially by the sheet, his eyes widened, and he looked away as he continued. "Is that part of what vampires do, too? Make victims forget?"
She ruffled Planvi's head fur. "No. But I think it's part of what children do." Studying the cub's tail, she pointed to a spot. "You're missing that tangle."
He moved the comb to that spot, and tugged on it. I can't get it."
"Let me try." She gently took the comb from him, and began grooming his tail more smoothly. He beamed.
"I have the stakes," Rin said. He reached into the bag and withdrew two iron stakes, tossing them onto the bed. "They don't have to be wooden, do they? I know that's what they are in stories, but that's not what they had at the store."
"No, they don't. A pure metal like wrought iron is fine." She paused long enough to gather them up, then looked at the bag as she resumed her combing. It still had weight in it. "Is that a third stake?"
He crushed the bag to him and nodded, looking away.
"Rin," she said softly, looking directly at him until he finally met her gaze. "Is one a spare, or do you believe there's need for three?"
Continued...
Category Story / Fantasy
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Y'know, I usually don't like vampire stories, but I found this one pretty fun. The action was pretty easy to follow, which is rare!
I'm a bit confused by the denouement, though. Where'd those healing powers come from? Did she lose part of her vampirism, or is she just unusually magically gifted? I'll be honest, it felt like a bit of a cop-out to avoid killing the kid, which would have been pretty edgy and interesting.
I'm a bit confused by the denouement, though. Where'd those healing powers come from? Did she lose part of her vampirism, or is she just unusually magically gifted? I'll be honest, it felt like a bit of a cop-out to avoid killing the kid, which would have been pretty edgy and interesting.
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