Night's Children

Virginia has escaped her year-long imprisonment with her son, Santan. She hopes to raise him to be a good, moral man. Santan, however, is sensitive to sunlight, and he has trouble with solid food. He is the half-human, half-vampire child of Virginia and her former captor, Count Basarab Musat, king of the vampires-and Virginia knows that one day, the boy's father will come for him.For the time being, the count is busy in his home country of Transylvania. There is the potential for a family disaster, and he is the only one strong enough to pick up the pieces. Even, in the midst of the drama, he feels he may be losing his passion for the kill. He hunts the streets, searching for blood to rekindle his lust for the living. In the back of his mind, he considers Virginia and his son, but he cannot return to them yet.Far away, Virginia has her own troubles. Her last night with the count left a gift: she is pregnant with another of his offspring. She is haunted by dreams of Basarab. At first, they are infused with light and love, and she believes she may be able to rekindle her relationship with the count. But soon, the dreams turn dark, and her fear returns. Virginia is being hunted, and the count may be the only monster strong enough to keep her safe.

From the Inside Flap

It was hard to believe that I had finallyescaped. The graveyard was still. It was a good place to collect mythoughts. I stared at my son, overwhelmed that he was with me, and thenplaced him in the basket provided to me by Aunt Emelia. It was time tostart my journey. I had no idea what life had in store for me now, but I was hoping that whatever it threw at me, there would be less turbulence than the past year of my life had immersed me in.I needed to find a secluded place to live in. I secured the ten thousanddollars Emelia had given me under Santan's blanket. She had said in herletter that she would provide for the child and me - I was banking onthat.I followed the sidewalk down West Street andstopped at Henry Street, heading down it. As I approached the Red-D-Mixplant, I noticed an "Apartment for Rent" sign at the end of a long,narrow driveway that ran alongside the railway track just beyond thefactory. I gazed up the lane and noticed the large grove of trees hiding what appeared to be a house.A dishevelled youngman opened the door. As he grabbed the key to the apartment, he informed me it was on the ground floor, had two bedrooms, kitchen, living roomand a four-piece bath. A small fenced yard off the kitchen, well shaded, was another bonus.I said I would take the placeimmediately. Despite breathing a sigh of relief because I was making his job easy, I could tell the young man was curious about me - about myoutfit - about the baby in my basket.Finally, left alone, I picked up my son and showed him his new home. I had to coverhim with a blanket due to the light coming in through the thin curtainsand made a note to myself to purchase some heavily lined ones. I peekedunder the blanket. Santan was sucking contentedly. My milk was still areddish colour. I hoped the blood would soon be gone, leaving nothingbut pure mother's milk!

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