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bed with her, settling her on her lap.
ā€œWhat is it, Cass?ā€ she asked groggily, pushing her long hair out of the way.
Cassi snuggled backwards into her and held her motherā€™s hand.
ā€œSomethingā€™s wrong with Aliceā€ she whispered, turning her head in the dark so Annabelle could hear.
She stiffened and sat straighter, now wide awake. She clutched Cassi tighter against her, worry taking over all of her other senses.
ā€œHow do you know?ā€ she demanded quietly, her words floating in the air past Cassiā€™s head.
She shrugged, blinking at the encroaching shadows.
ā€œI just do, Mommy. Something is the matter. I feel itā€ she said plainly, her thoughts travelling to Cale.
She murmured his name and then felt Annabelleā€™s hold on her increase even more so.
ā€œCale is hurting Alice?ā€ Annabelle hissed, not meaning to sound so angry with the little girl.
ā€œI donā€™t think he meant toā€ Cassi whispered, wriggling out of her motherā€™s embrace and dropping to the carpet.
Annabelle tried to focus on her shape as she left the room, but the shadows were so inky and thick, she couldnā€™t see her own hand in front of her face anymore. An ominous feeling of concern lodged itself into her brain and refused to budge.


Cale woke and found that Alice, his wife, was not beside him. He pulled himself up on his elbows and glanced at the door. There was a ray of bright light seeping in through a slight crack between the door itself and the wall. He flung away the thin sheet and stood, his feet flat on the ground. The strong metallic scent of blood was rife in the small room and he could hardly detect anything else different.
Had he really not noticed it last night? He thought back briefly and tried to remember some time when Alice had shouted at him, which was what she had always done when she was in pain, ever since she was a little girl. Even when it hadnā€™t been his own fault but hers or somebody elseā€™s, she had always pointed her finger at him and yelled until someone came and told him off. She loved him, but he was her source of blame, and probably always would be.
A sudden, cold thought gripped him. What if she fell pregnant and had an abortion? She had never wanted her own children, though he did. He shook it off, clearing his head. No, she wouldnā€™t do that. She didnā€™t have the strength in her to go through with an act of death and vengeance such as that. Her moral compass would point her due north each and every time.
Cale swung the door open and stepped out onto the sand, not feeling the soft, white pearls sifting beneath his feet. He spotted her immediately, her vibrant red hair standing out strikingly in stark comparison to the dark haired islanders out on the beach for an early view of the ocean. He tilted his head to the side; Alice was sitting right in the water and she was talking to someone. A young girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, was crouching next to her, a small hand on her shoulder. Cale quickly zeroed in on her face and noticed at once the odd discolouration in her eyes. They were quite obviously brown, but there was still a rather strange red film overlapping the brown. It didnā€™t appear to be scaring Alice, so he just stood, watched and waited. She was frowning slightly as the girl spoke to her, but she wasnā€™t ignoring her, as she normally would have done with random strangers.
After another few seconds, Cale couldnā€™t handle the waiting, and sharpened his hearing exponentially. The girl had a low sounding, resonant voice, bordering on the melodic. She was still talking to Alice, speaking in hurried sentences, her grasp of English exemplary.
ā€œAlice, itā€™s dangerous what you are doing. See the blood? Itā€™s a sign, youā€™re not meant to be doing this. Iā€™m sorry, but you are not strong enough to do it. He will nearly kill you when itā€™s time for him to arrive. And he will arrive. It wonā€™t take as long as a normal one, either, Alice. He will be here within the next four months or so. You may not have thought this could happen so quickly, but these things do happen, and they are happening to you. I knew it at once when I saw you arrive here yesterday night.ā€
Cale narrowed his eyes. Yes, he did remember seeing this girl around somewhere when he and Alice arrived the previous evening. He carried on listening.
ā€œIt is still your choice as to what you will do when it gets here, Alice. No one can take that from you, not even him watching us right now. No, donā€™t look. He can hear me, I know it. Be careful. Be very careful. Or you might die, Alice. Watch out for yourselfā€ the girl murmured to her, then stood up and gathered her skirt.
She walked away, casting a look behind her at Cale. Her eyes met his, and held his gaze. She stared blank faced at him, the red in her eyes thicker and darker than it had appeared before.
ā€œYouā€™re going to kill her, Caleā€ she told him, her words a whisper carried to him on the wind. ā€œAnd you canā€™t do anything to prevent that now. You have overstepped the line between the humans and us.ā€
Cale gazed back at her, his heart and pulse racing. He couldnā€™t kill Alice, could he? Did he have that in him? Would he ever have the capacity of hate in him to murder his own wife and lifelong best friend? What kind of circumstances would lead to that as the only available option open to him?
ā€œAlice!ā€ he called out, his voice rising and sounding more urgent than he wanted.
She turned round and saw him, scrambled up and trudged over the sand dune to where he stood. She smiled up at him, squidging the white sand between her toes.
ā€œHi, Caleā€ she said happily enough, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
ā€œGood morningā€ he replied slightly warily, his eyes on the retreating figure of the island girl.
What did she mean by ā€˜the humans and usā€™? What was she? He had met plenty of vampires in his nineteen years, but never a creature like her.
ā€œWhat was that girl talking to you about, Al?ā€ he asked, attempting to sound as calm as possible.
Alice looked up at him, her face open and perfectly innocent. She blinked her big eyes at him and he just about melted right there on the spot.
ā€œWho, Tutti? Nothing, Cale. Nothing you need to worry aboutā€ she said breezily, gently pushing past him to get back into their hired room.
Letting her past, Cale turned around and watched her exit from him. She had lied so fluently, so well, he could almost believe her. If he hadnā€™t just heard the girl, Tutti, tell Alice that she would nearly die, and then tell him that he would kill her himself. He followed Alice into the island suite and sat down cross legged in the middle of the bed, observing her quietly as she moved about and dressed. Never once did she lift her eyes to meet his. Instead, Alice studiously kept her head bowed and studied the floor. What Tutti had just told her couldnā€™t be ignored and left behind to rot in the dust. But what she had said would fester in her mind until she died, and so that was that.


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Cale watched Alice carefully during the remainder of their week long honeymoon. He observed the careful, dainty movements she made and heard with disbelief her excuses to get out of activities such as scuba diving and hiking around the island. She was never the type to back out of something like that; she was naturally fearless, but not in the normal way. She wouldnā€™t stand up in a fight, but she would try new things, no matter the danger entailed.
In turn, Alice watched Cale with growing wariness and fearful intensity. Was he planning to kill her? She often wondered this, but always shook off the thought. He didnā€™t have the courage to take a life that was so dear to him.
Her abdomen was protruding slightly now, and when she placed her palm over the bump, she could feel shifting movement under her hand. Cale never saw her sneak her hand beneath her shirt and touch the small bump of baby. Finally she was too sick of wondering how the werewolf mutation came about in Cale, and mustered up the courage to ask him.
ā€œCale, come hereā€ Alice said absently, from where she sat on the sand at the top of the white beach.
He was walking silently up behind her, but her increased hearing and paranoia rendered her able to hear him whenever he approached her, no matter how slowly or quietly he was moving. She heard his sigh and then felt the shifting of sand granules as he sat down next to her, digging his feet into the sand. He shuffled sideways until he could look square at her and leaned forward, propping his chin on his hands.
ā€œYeah?ā€ he replied lazily, blinking up at her through half closed eyes.
Alice barely glanced at him, fiddling with the wedding ring on her left hand. The ivory band slid round her finger as she gazed out into the silvery blue ocean.
ā€œHow are you a werewolf? Your dad isnā€™t, and I donā€™t understand where the gene came from. I have respected your privacy since we were sixteen and I found out about it, but now I want to know, because what is growing inside me right now is going to be just like you, and if heā€™s some sort of half breed hairy child freak, I wonā€™t put up with itā€ she said coolly, her fingers falling away from her ring.
Cale raised his dark eyebrows at her and said nothing, clutching at the sand on either side of him and letting it drop between his fingers. He dropped his gaze and looked at Aliceā€™s stomach, hidden effectively by her too big white t-shirt with Green Day on the front. He sighed again and took a deep breath in to release his story to her, the first person heā€™d ever told it to. Telling it to his dog didnā€™t count.
ā€œI was eleven when I found out, okay? Some old woman found me wandering the streets in the middle of the night with my eyes shut. Donā€™t ask me what I was doing because I donā€™t know. All I remember was waking up, seeing the full moon hanging outside my bedroom window, and then leaving the house. The next thing I was aware of, this little old lady was smiling at me from under a street lamp. She had bright yellow eyes and sort of weathered, olivey skin. She took my hand and told me that I was one of the Decreed, a night creature. She said that we were the ones who are supposed to bring the end of the world, and that there was nothing we could do to remove that destiny from our lives. Ever since that night, Iā€™ve been fighting it and killing the other Decreed that I meet, like that vampire a few years ago, and then his brother or whoever that other guy was. That girl you were talking to on our first full day here is something I havenā€™t seen before, a member of the Decreed who I havenā€™t come across. I kill those in the Decreed because Iā€™m terrified of becoming just like them; I donā€™t want to destroy the world. I donā€™t want to rule it on a throne with minions
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