"Camille!" Kendra screamed but I pulled on her.

"Come on, Kendra," I said, my voice shaking. "Come on, we need to get inside."

"You can't just let them take Camille!" she said.

"Stop," I said. "You need to calm down."

I closed the door and she let out another sob, putting her arms around my wait. Awkwardly, I put a hand on her back. I shut my eyes and winced.

The carriage trundled over the road as Camille shivered. Each bump caused pain in her arm. Up front, Charles was gloating to Ronald.

"I can't wait to see the look on Duke Abbott's face!" Charles said. "I'll be so rich I can but that girl back and sell her for an even bigger price."

Erik, if you can hear me, next time you get to be the damsel in distress.

I was pulled out of the vision and smiled, wiping my tears of blood from my face. Kendra was still crying so I summoned Johanna to make her a strong cup of tea. We sat in the parlor and I took a couple minutes to get my thoughts together.

Charles knew who we were even before he interrogated us. Camille may have been too afraid to read his mind but I hadn't been. But how had he known?

"We need to help her," Kendra whimpered.

"I know," I said. "I am coming up with ideas."

I sighed and stared at the floor. I thought back to what she said.

"Remember the gift, Kendra!"

"Kendra, do you still have the marble the fairy gave you?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," she said, her voice stuffy. "Why?"

"Take me to it."

My heart was beating painfully as we climbed the stairs. The marble.... Could it have some magical properties to it? Why did Camille know and not me? The minute we walked in, Cami mewed and crawled up my leg. I groaned and picked her up, holding her at arms length until Kendra took her, laughing a little.

Though I wasn't a fan of cats, Kendra loved the kitten and I was positive she had named the cat after Camille. Those curtains were too expensive to be scratched up, though.

Before I could mention it, Kendra opened a beautiful jewelry box that Camille had given her. Inside was the marble and she held it in both hands.

"May I?" I asked and she nodded, passing it over.

I looked at it carefully. It seemed like an ordinary marble. It didn't have any imperfection and was white. As you turned it, though, it gave off other colors. I could feel the magic coming off of it and I sat on the floor.

"Have you heard any stories on magic, Kendra?" I asked.

"Some," she said, sitting across from me. "Most of it's just to scare. Why?"

I put the marble in between us. Kendra stopped Cami from playing with it.

"There are all kinds of magic, Kendra," I said. "Some are to bring things back to life, some are to kill, some are to make potions, and some...." I looked up from the marble. "Some are for transportation."

She looked at it then gasped. "We can use the marble to save Mama!"


I left it alone.

"Yes," I said.

"But how? We don't know where they're taking her!"

"Camille and I share a telepathic link," I explained. "I can see her thoughts and she can see mine."

She grabbed my hand. "Then let's go! Come on!"

"Slow down," I said. "We cannot just go barging in there."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Think about it. Your father has been looking for Camille and I for a long time. Then he hears about two vampires escaping the jail in London. Somehow, he finds out they are in a little village. So, he goes and finds one of them. He is ecstatic; so much so that he forgets about the other vampire. Then, out of nowhere, someone comes and snatches his prize away. What would you do?"

"Anything to get it back," she sighed. "But then how will we know how to get her back?"

"It takes three days to get to London from here," I said. "I have a feeling he will not be expecting us to follow them. We will wait until the sun goes down."

She sighed. "I don't want to wait that long."

"Neither do I," I said, looking at the marble. "But if we want to save Camille, it is our only choice."

She nodded.


The minute the sun set, Kendra nagged me into looking for Camille. I closed my eyes and focused.

It was bitterly cold and Camille shivered worse than before. Nearby, Charles and Ronald were sitting by a fire, laughing. She had made the mistake of asking for a blanket and they put the exposed side of the cage facing the wind.

Suddenly, she got the desire to stand and look around. She didn't until she realized what was going on. She scrambled to her feet and gripped the iron bars.

"Don't even bother, vampire," Charles said when he saw her stand.

She snarled but didn't respond. She scanned the area around her. Her eyes landed on the forest road. There was a small ditch with a broken carriage wheel in it.

A ditch with a carriage wheel, Erik! Tell her we are near a ditch in the road with a carriage wheel in it! 

I pulled out of the vision and grabbed Kendra's hand, pushing the marble into her other hand.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "You remember our plan?"

She nodded and I told her what Camille saw.

The world blurred around us and the parlor disappeared. I looked around but it was making me dizzy so I shut my eyes. Wind whirled around us and I nearly lost my breath. Suddenly, we crashed onto the forest road and I grunted a little.

We opened our eyes and Kendra gasped loudly. I clamped my hand over her mouth. We were sitting right beside the ditch. A short distance into the forest, a fire was crackling and I focused my eyes.

"It is them," I whispered. "I can see them. Remember: two rocks."

I helped her stand up and she crept away.

"Yes, Papa."

I stared at her but she was already rooting around for the rocks she was going to throw. I jumped into the nearest tree and jumped between branches until I was at the one next to her. I could see her shivering and my blood boiled in anger. They will pay for this!

I cupped my hands around my mouth, took a deep breath, and howled like a wolf. Both men jumped to their feet as Kendra threw her first rock.

"What was that?" Charles demanded of Camille.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" she snapped.

They didn't move just as I suspected so I counted until Kendra threw the second rock.

"Go look," Charles said. "I'll keep an eye on our guest."

While they were both distracted, I jumped quietly onto the top of the cage. Camille looked up and her face broke into a grin of relief. I pressed my finger to my lips as Charles turned back around. Camille sniffed, wiping her nose.

"What's the matter?" Charles taunted. "Missing your beloved? Well, don't bother."

I pulled on the iron bars but they were infused with silver. I curled my lip, glaring at him but remembering my promise to Kendra.

"Don't kill him," she begged.

"Kendra," I said.

"Please. I want to talk to him."

I sighed. "Fine. I will not kill him right away."

"You are a stupid man," Camille snapped. "You will die tonight."

"Don't be ridiculous," he spat. "No one's coming for you or me."

"Would you like to cast lots on that?" I snarled and his face was comical in horror as I pounced on him.

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