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Nicholas.”
    “You’ll have another chance,” he said. “And I think, whether boy or girl, our child would have been…will be, beautiful, like you.”
    She squeezed his hand.
    “As far as names go, I think Wilfred is a good name, for a boy and a girl.”
    LillyAnna giggled, even snorted a little, causing her to throw her hand to her mouth as she laughed a little louder. She looked quickly to make sure Bianca was still sleeping.
    “Don’t wake her,” she said.
    “You’re the one laughing,” said Landon.
    “Look, when this is all over, we’ll try again for a baby. Okay?”
    “I don’t know,” said Landon, taking a more serious tone. “I’m afraid I’m not going to make it through all this. I know it’s my destiny to face Nicholas, but how can I possibly survive? Sometimes, when it’s someone’s fate to confront evil, it’s also their fate to die doing so.”
    “Don’t say that,” she said, moving her chair around to his side of Bianca’s bed. She wrapped her arms around him. “We’ll get through this together.”
    They both sat quietly, holding each other, watching Bianca sleep.
     

Chapter 6: Requiem
    Nicholas entered the dark chamber at the far end of Kilchurn Castle, closing the old, heavy, wooden door behind him. A black chair and a pair of rusted chains jutting out from a wall were the only other adornments in the ubliet. In front of him, dangling by her wrists over an even darker, seemingly bottomless pit, was Annelise.
    “Comfortable?” he asked.
    “I’d be a lot more comfortable if you’d let me down and I could wrap these chains around your neck.”
    “Hmm, verbally you’ve still got some bite left, but it looks like the measures I’ve taken to prevent any fight from you has worked.”
    He bent down, examining the bottoms of her feet, looking at two silver, metal instruments, each wrapping around a foot and extending into open slits in her soles, like rib cage spreaders, preventing the wounds from healing.
    “Still a little bit of blood leaking out,” he said, shaking the contraptions, making sure they were still tight. “You’re just about all out.”
    “Don’t worry,” she said. “That jugular in your neck is calling my name.”
    “We’ll see if you’re still making jokes momentarily,” he said, very dryly. He meant business. “There’s not much you can do when you’re so weak, drained of blood. Not much for me to worry about.”
    “You can do whatever you want to me, and ask all the questions you want, I’m not telling you anything.”
    “Oh, I’m well aware of that. I have no intention of asking you questions.”
    “You’re just going to torture me for the fun of it?”
    “Why else would I do it? I need no information, and you have none to give. If they are planning something at this moment, something other than the anticipated final assault with a failed attempt to increase their numbers, you are not there to hear it. Therefore, there is no purpose to an actual interrogation. So, yes, I’m going to torture you for the fun of it, though not the way you think. Now, please, no more interruptions.”
    Nicholas removed from his inside coat pocket the blood-stained thermos, took the lid off, and took a drink.
    Annelise, using a little of the energy she has remaining, struggles in the air, the chains above her head jangling and rattling.
    “You know what this is, don’t you?” he asked, his tongue licking his red lips as he neared her. “I mean, of course you know what it is, you’re a vampire. But you can tell the age of the source. Can’t you?”
    “Get the hell away from me. Where did you get that? What did you do?” She struggled no more, having grown more exhausted from the sudden burst of energy. The blood dripping from her feet increased in speed for a moment, then resumed its one-drop-every-several-minutes interval.
    Nicholas drew closer and closer, until he stood only inches from her, his feet standing on the edge of the precipice over which