Vampire Slave Series: Spawn

Chapter Seven

Jordana's POV

Jude's room was empty of all persons. The dirt that tracked the floor held his foot prints, telling me he left just recently. I noticed the flowers on the floor, the ones Reid had told me about. I didn't take my eyes off the dying lilies, and seeing them there pissed me off. They were a gift from his mother long ago. I turned on my heels and stormed off towards the back of the house, where the back door stood wide open. A dirt trail tracked in and out of the house, trailing down the grass path and finally coming to an end where the Voodoo lilies use to be planted. In their place, sat Jude; head in his hands, face covered, and dirty. I sighed silently and sat down next to him, looking across the garden at the once peaceful place. "You do know your father will kill you if he finds out your tore up Katlin's flowers," I said. It didn't surprise me that he didn't move. Didn't responded. That's how he's been lately. Unresponsive. It's like he doesn't hear anyone. I set my hand on his knee, which slid to the ground, out of my hand. He kicked the dirt up with his foot, and fell backwards to his back, looking up at the setting sky through wet, red eyes. "Jude, you can't keep doing this! It's bad enough Bell is like this! She needs you...we need you!"

His jaw clenched but he still didn't say a word. I wasn't sure why he was so upset; if it was because of Amabell and her predicament, but I didn't want to sit here the rest of the day listening to him cry. I got to my feet, and with one last glare down at him, I shuffled back into the house and to Jake's room. He sat on his bed watching the television when I plopped down next to him. He chuckled before turning to me. "Talking to Jude again?"

He always knew talking to Jude made me upset. The kid was annoying before...I hated him more now. "Technically, no! The kid won't talk. The last time he spoke a damn word was in the hospital. I doubt he'll go back."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind that," he said, leaning down on his elbow next to me.

"Jake, I know she's your sister but you've got to see this was meant to be. They're meant for each other," I tried to explain. He raised his eyebrows, annoyance trolling his face.

"The prophecy is done. And he doesn't want my sister. Why force it?!" I didn't have to answer that question. We all knew it was because Amabell needed the father to her child. She needed someone there to comfort her, that loved her in the way no one else could. The room fell silent besides the classic western show that played on the screen. It wasn't until the room was filled with bad audio and gun shots that I started regretting ever having Jude hook up with Amabell before the war ended.

"Do you think...this is my fault? I made them complete the prophecy. Is it my fault that they're dying?" Jake leaned in and kissed me lightly. I close my eyes and let him brush his lips against mine.

"If it wasn't for you, my sister would be dead. Who knows where we would be right now if you hadn't gotten my sister laid by that loser," he chuckled. I laughed too. I never thought of it as being rewarding, and it sure didn't feel that way. I guess he was right. If they hadn't completed the prophecy, the world would be dead. But was it really worth it? Was it worth seeing Jude dead instead?

Jake leaned in and kissed me again. "Stop worrying. My sister can get through this with or without him." He didn't let me protest. His hand brushed through my hair and I was on my back with him hovering over me, our lips not leaving each others for a majority of the night.

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"What are we going to do?" I asked. I folded my arms in front of my chest and waited for Jonan to reply. He was still watching Jude pace the garden out the window with the same blank expression. He's never seen his son like this, and deep down I knew it frightened him. No one knew what was going to become of us once this child is born and frankly no one wanted to speak of it. I hate to say it, but I wish Mary was still here. She would know what to do with Jude right now.

I swallowed hard, trying not to remember the blood lined halls from the past days. Jonan had finally turned away from the window and sighed. "There's nothing to do but wait. It was hard enough getting him to accept this." He looked up at me with a warm smile. "Don't worry, Jamie!"

He hasn't called me Jamie since his wife passed away centuries ago. It brought a smile to my face yet curiosity in my expression. Why on earth would he suddenly call me this? He sighed again and dropped his head. Biting my lip, I turned from him and headed towards the door. "Oh, can you tell Reid to visit me? I need to have a word with him."