Of Light and Darkness: The Vampire's Daughter

borders recently, and being human was never a good thing when faced with the magic or their laws. Her grip tightened around the wrist of the other mortal woman beside her, one Charlotte drugged using a borrowed Witch’s spell.

Perspiration formed around her forehead as she stayed completely still, listening for another sign of movement. She had been so careful, waiting until the Lycanthrope guarding the Occult entrance became distracted by his supper, some passing animal. Now, it almost felt like she should feel his shiny eyes tracking her from within his hiding spot in the dense forest. Her hand quivered as she slid it up her chest, feeling for the little, silver pendant that normally hung there.

Damn. She had forgotten her whistle at home. Now there was no way to call for Valek if she needed him.

The woman groaned next to Charlotte, her head lolling to one side. Not hearing any further movement within the forest, Charlotte took the opportunity to get out of there. She sucked in a huge breath through her nose, straining to quiet her frenzied heartbeat. Perhaps it had been a rabbit or a deer, she told herself as she continued walking again.

Charlotte continued to pull Valek’s stupefied dinner through the shadowed tree-tunnel leading to the hidden Bohemian Occult city. Silvery haze off the Vltava River streamed down the dirt path, kicking up with every step. The sticky, August air made her clothes cling to her skin and sweat beaded on the back of her neck as she huffed over her fast pace through the tunnel, every so often glancing behind her. She struggled to keep her grip on the magically intoxicated woman close beside her as she swifted through the darkness, her boots crunching in the packed dirt.

The occult town was vibrant, busy with fiddles playing themselves on street corners, and enchanted paper lanterns hanging mysteriously string-less in the dead of night. Lycanthropes chattered with each other in alleyways between the hotels and inns. Fairies stalked in the shadows, preying on unfortunate cats and mice. Hearty Elves with round bellies and rosy smiles worked late into the night, pushing their wooden carts filled with baked goods and meats. They waved a greeting to Charlotte as she passed.

Charlotte had become part of the secret of these towns guarded by Witchcraft and governed by Magic; the safe havens of things that stalked the shadows of human nightmares. Though she had never been to any of the other Occults, she knew some were the most beautiful empires ever built on Earth, and by far the greatest secrets ever kept from her kind. Yet out of every last Occult city that stood, she was the one and only human to live among the monsters. Charlotte, the Vampire’s foundling daughter.

Charlotte grimaced as she passed tall, scandalous-looking Witches gossiping amongst themselves around the threshold of a smoky tavern on the square. They clutched their colorful drinks like an accessory as they lingered close to each other in the dense shadows. They spoke too low for her to hear under the sounds of the string quartet playing near the back of the bar, but she had no doubt they were talking about her.

One Witch in particular eyed Charlotte passing in the dank street just outside the tavern entrance. The corners of her wine-stained lips curled upward.

“Hello there!” Evangeline hailed from her circle of chatty friends.

They all turned their heads to snicker and appraise Charlotte. She rolled her eyes and stopped to watch the leather-clad figure snake through the tavern threshold to meet her in the center of the road.

“I see my spell worked.” Evangeline analyzed the drugged mortal’s glassy stare. “It took me ages to conjure it up, but it was the least I could do to help you hunt for Valek.” She tossed her long, chestnut hair behind one shoulder, revealing a circular scar.

Charlotte stared at her, stomach twisting in an envious fit. She remembered when Evangeline received that scar, another particularly warm night only a few weeks earlier.

“Yes.” Charlotte studied the catatonic woman next to her. “Your spell worked very well, actually. It saved me a lot of time. Thank you, Evangeline.” She muttered the last part under her breath.

She could never understand why the Witch made her skin crawl. She’d always been kind enough to her. Charlotte chalked it up to Evangeline being so sickeningly beautiful. Charlotte’s stomach turned again.

“Where did you find this…woman?” Evangeline asked, eyeing her Prague sweatshirt and torn jeans. “She must be a tourist.”

“She was alone outside a nightclub. It sounded like she was arguing with someone on her telephone. American, I think. It was very easy. I approached her, pretended I was lost…” Charlotte trailed off. “But I really have to be getting home now. Valek is expecting me.” Yanking at Valek’s dinner to follow, she started walking again.

Evangeline fell into step beside them.

“I’ll go with you!” the Witch chirped. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen Valek. He seems so busy with patients lately. I’d love to catch up with him.”

Charlotte dropped her gaze, her hands curling into fists at her sides. Evangeline and Valek both looked about the same age — their mid-twenties. They had known each other for years before Charlotte was brought into the picture. She knew that. In all of those years, Valek had never tried to pursue anything romantic with the Witch, yet something still burned inside of Charlotte whenever Evangeline wanted to see him. The feeling twisted around like a tapeworm in her bowels.

“I don’t think he wants any visitors tonight. I’ll be sure to send him your regards, though.”

“Oh.” Evangeline halted. Her face fell for a moment, but snapped back into a fake, bubbly smile. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around then, Charlotte.” The Witch turned and began walking back toward the pub.

Charlotte’s conscience kicked her in the gut and the words spilled out before she could stop them. “But maybe you can stop by tomorrow night. I don’t think Valek has any appointments scheduled.” The truth was, Valek had not had any appointments in a long while, since Evangeline had been attacked by the Lycan-guard. That was the first night Charlotte realized how serious the Regime had gotten about their laws. She remembered the deep gash in her shoulder as she screamed and retched on the gurney as Valek sewed her up again.

Evangeline spun around, her eyes bright. “Perfect! I will be there when I get off work, around midnight.”

“Fine. I should be out hunting, but Valek will be home.” Charlotte forced a smile. She dug her nails into the other mortal’s arm as they began walking again. She swore under her breath.

Charlotte made her way down the small, stony footpath that branched out from the end of the square and led in the direction of home. Partially tucked away behind tall evergreens, the house used to be an old, abandoned cathedral Valek converted into his residence back when the Occult had first been created, years ago. Its stony facade made it look like a miniature castle sitting against the dreamy backdrop of the Bohemian forests. All of the lights were still on inside, casting an inviting glow from the windows as Charlotte trudged up the crooked porch steps, dragging Valek’s mortal meal along.

It was the only home Charlotte had ever known, and he was the only family she ever had. She always did whatever he asked of her, even if that meant luring her own kind to their fate so Valek could survive. It was the only way for him to feed due to the tyrannical laws of the Central European Magic Regime. Laws that forced all beings of magic blood to stay within the confines of the small Occult towns, so no mortal would become aware of the existence of magic. Valek could only feed if a mortal happened to stumble upon the borders of the secret village, or if Charlotte lured one in.

Charlotte parked the bewitched woman next to her on the stair. She shrugged out of her oversized pea coat and hung it on the oak coat-stand with the dozens of horrid faces carved into its trunk.

Valek bounded out from the library.

“Lottie!” He greeted her with a large, toothy grin and lifted her in an enormous hug that swung her around off the floor. “I was beginning to worry, my Lottie. You did not take your whistle.” He pulled it from his pocket and dangled it on the end of a long, silver chain in front of her.

The whistle was their only means of communication when they were apart. Valek’s acute ears could catch its sound from miles away. He had it made of pure silver, so nothing sinister could snatch it from her if she ever found herself in any kind of trouble without him.

“Sorry. I was in a hurry this evening. I suppose I forgot it.” Charlotte grabbed the ornate whistle and strung it back around her neck. She smiled at him, melting the worried creases in his forehead.

Valek examined the other woman standing emotionless by the front door and burst into laughter. “Who do we have here?”