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Son of a King

Summary:
When women begin showing up dead all across Toronto with distinctive puncture wounds on their necks, Vicki Nelson, PI, is on the job – along with her 450-year-old vampire partner. But if he’s not behind the attacks – who is? A strange, young couple new to the city could hold the key to discovering the truth. Handling two kinds of vampires was hard enough. Just how many different sorts were there? Second story in the “Different Sorts” series FINAL CHAPTER -- NOW POSTED!


Notes:
ATTENTION READERS: DO NOT STEAL MY STORIES. Someone has stolen some of my stories from this website and posted them as their own on fanfiction.net. It is plaigarism, it is stealing and it is illegal. Read, enjoy -- but don't steal. Second story in the “Different Sorts” series -- takes place after "Different Sorts." Crossover with Buffy and the new “Blood Ties” series on Lifetime. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


7. Chapter 7

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Later that day – when the others had left or gone to sleep and the sun had risen – Edward and Bella lay in bed, entwined in each other’s arms. The sheets were tangled around them – mussed from their recent lovemaking. Edward stroked Bella’s skin, running his fingers up and down the length of her arm – watching it twinkle in the sunlight coming through the sheer curtains pulled over the open window. A soft breeze blew in, kissing their cheeks with warm air.

Bella watched him carefully, gauging his mood. His eyes were unreadable, though. “Are you scared?” she asked him.

Edward shook his head. “No … just unsure. I don’t know what to expect. I’m so used to knowing people’s thoughts, their plans. I don’t like not knowing.”

Bella leaned her chin on Edward’s shoulder. “You never know what I’m thinking.”

He smiled and turned to kiss her lips. “And I like that … usually. But this is different. This is … unknown.”

“That’s the beauty of life, though,” Bella said, running her fingers through Edward’s hair. “Not knowing what to expect. Taking each step, one at a time – each moment as it comes to you. If everything were planned, there would be no point. Isn’t our whole purpose for living to actually live, to experience life – the spontaneity?”

Edward brushed a lock of hair out of Bella’s face, gazing at her serenely. He smiled. “When did you become so wise?”

She leaned over and kissed his lips. “I may not have been around for as many years as you … but I pay attention.”

“You do, don’t you?” he replied, running his fingers through her hair. He pulled her closer to him, pressing their chests together. “You always have … paid attention; noticed the details. That’s what makes you so special, Bella. I mean, that’s part of it, anyway. Your heart really never stopped beating, did it?”

“Don’t be sad,” she said, reading the melancholy in his eyes.

He buried his face in her neck, breathing deep her scent – still so strong, even without blood in her veins. “I just regret …”

“No,” she said, stopping him. “No regrets. It’s in the past and we can’t change that.” She took his face between her hands and pulled it away, so she could look at him with purpose. “Everything happens for a reason. And if we changed how things happened in the past, who knows where we would be now? I could be dead – really dead, not just vampire dead. We might have never met.”

“Everyone has regrets, Bella …”

“But we don’t have to be ruled by them. We can accept them; embrace them – make them part of ourselves.”

“You’re right,” he said, realization dawning. “Even Buffy has accepted her past … and her future.”

“This fight,” Bella said, “it’s bigger than anything else, isn’t it? Bigger than anything in our past.”

“It’s not just a fight,” Edward said. “It’s a battle – just one battle in a war that’s been waging for many years. This war – it’s the reason Buffy exists; why Slayers exist. It’s her war. I think that’s why she is so affected by it.”

“She’s lost so much, hasn’t she?” Bella asked.

Edward nodded. “Yes. She is brave, though. She is scared … but still brave.”

“We must be brave, too,” Bella said, caressing Edward’s cheek.

“Yes.” Then he kissed her fiercely, gathering her up in his arms, and pressing their bodies together. They were well on their way to another round of lovemaking, when a very persistent knock at the front door interrupted.

Edward sighed, grumbling, and dressed quickly. He gave Bella – still naked, ravaged and tangled in the sheets – one last regretful look, before darting out the door.

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Edward opened the front door to a pair of strangers – a nervous-looking redhead and a somewhat goofy-looking young man with dark hair and a patch over one eye.

“Um, hi, is Buffy here?” the redhead asked.

“Yes … “

“We brought her this.” The redhead hoisted up a glimmering, gigantic weapon of silver and red – with an axe at one end, tipped with a sharp dagger and a pointed wooden stake at the other. “I’m Willow, by the way. This is Xander.” The young man waved and then smacked his hands together. “Um, can we come in?”

“Of course,” Edward said, letting them through. “I’m –“

“You’re Edward, right?” Willow said. “Buffy told us about you and your family … and Bella. We heard all about it. It’s not everyday you meet a different kind of vampire. I mean, we’re from Sunnydale and even we were surprised.” She giggled again – a nervous habit.

“Yeah, we’ve seen all sorts of ghoulies come out of the Hellmouth,” Xander said. “I mean, some of them were our teachers in high school. But vampires who get all sparkly in the sunlight instead of burning up? That’s new, even for us.”

It would be an understatement to say that Edward was perplexed by these newcomers. They were certainly … enthusiastic, to say the least. He was deciding which question to ask first – there were so many running through his head – when Buffy came into the room.

“Willow! Xander!” She ran forward, greeting them enthusiastically with hugs and kisses. They quickly launched into a very speedy exchange of words that were too confusing for Edward to follow. He was relieved when he heard Bella walk into the room, now dressed and looking refreshed.

“Buffy?” Bella asked, coming to Edward’s side.

Still laughing, Buffy turned. She was glowing with happiness and it was a refreshing change from her tears and anger the night before. “Bella, Edward – these are my friends, Xander and Willow. We went to high school together and they’ve been with me for several apocalypses.”

“Geez, Buff, you make us sound like your sidekicks,” Xander said, sounding wounded. “I always thought of myself like more of a peripheral superhero … minus the super powers.”

“Glorified brick layer?” Buffy asked, eyebrow raised.

“You know, I stopped a bunch of zombies from blowing up the school once.”

She and Willow looked at Xander, exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter.

“Xander is much more than a sidekick,” Buffy said to Bella and Edward. “He’s an extremely brave fighter – especially for a mere mortal.”

“Thank you,” Xander said smugly.

“And Willow,” Buffy said, motioning towards her other friend, “is a very powerful Wiccan. She’s the one who did the spell that created more Slayers. And she used this to do it,” Buffy said, hoisting up the weapon her friends had brought her.

“What is it?” Bella asked.

“It’s a scythe. It’s the Slayer’s scythe – forged centuries ago. Willow used it to change the very nature of the world, to make potential Slayers into actual Slayers – and I used it to defeat the First. I’m kind of hoping it’ll work again.”

“We still don’t know exactly what’s he planning, though,” Edward said.

“Well,” Buffy said, looking between her two friends, “that’s another reason Willow and Xander are here … research.”

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