Night's Children (Night's Vampire)

"Night's Children" continues Virginia's story ... she has escaped from 'The House' with Santan, her half-human, half-vampire son. As she tries to build a normal life, she is haunted by the knowledge that the Count Basarab Musat, Santan's father, will one day return for his son.In his home country, the count is busy trying to keep a family disaster at bay. As he fights to keep control, Virginia and his son consume his thoughts, threatening his focus, and in turn, all of humanity.However, a twist of fate has landed Virginia in trouble again. Her final night with the count has left her with the gift of another child. Virginia begins to dream ... dreams full of love ... turning to nightmares. The dreams tell her there are dark forces after her that are eviler than the count, and despite the monster he is in her dreams, Count Basarab may be the only one able to save them all!Excerpt ...My Dearest Emelia:I trust this letter finds you in good health; and, by now, Basarab has found it in his heart -- if he has one -- to forgive you...Santan grows daily. I am worried because he still cannot tolerate the sun. I thought by now he would have adjusted, even just a bit. He sleeps most of the day and wants to play in the night. An unfortunate incident happened the other day. The young man, Randy, who drives me around, thought to take a peek at Santan, and he pulled across the special cover I had made for the baby's car seat. The sun seared Santan's cheeks. I had tried to stress to Randy that Santan had a serious sensitivity to the sun. Well, he believes me now...Now for the most urgent news I have to burden you with. I am with child again -- his child. I guess, in some ways, I should be thankful, for it means Santan will have a brother or sister. However, I cannot help worrying. will this child be the same as its brother, or will it be more like me? Either way, I could be in trouble. Do you have any advice for me? If Santan eventually partakes in his father's 'habits,' how will I be able to protect this new child? How safe will I be?...I'll wait (eagerly) to hear from you.Love, Virginia

From the Inside Flap

It was hard to believe that I had finally escaped. The graveyard was still. It was a good place to collect my thoughts. I stared at my son, overwhelmed that he was with me, and then placed him in the basket provided to me by Aunt Emelia. It was time to start 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 thousand dollars Emelia had given me under Santan's blanket. She had said in her letter that she would provide for the child and me - I was banking on that.I followed the sidewalk down West Street and stopped at Henry Street, heading down it. As I approached the Red-D-Mix plant, I noticed an "Apartment for Rent" sign at the end of a long, narrow driveway that ran alongside the railway track just beyond the factory. I gazed up the lane and noticed the large grove of trees hiding what appeared to be a house.A dishevelled young man 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 room and a four-piece bath. A small fenced yard off the kitchen, well shaded, was another bonus.I said I would take the place immediately. Despite breathing a sigh of relief because I was making his job easy, I could tell the young man was curious about me - about my outfit - about the baby in my basket.Finally, left alone, I picked up my son and showed him his new home. I had to cover him with a blanket due to the light coming in through the thin curtains and made a note to myself to purchase some heavily lined ones. I peeked under the blanket. Santan was sucking contentedly. My milk was still a reddish colour. I hoped the blood would soon be gone, leaving nothing but pure mother's milk!

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