Vampire's Hunt

Prologue

"Just take a sip, Margaret. You will feel better." Caspar whispered, gently dabbing the bloody cloth to her lips before grabbing the cup filled blood to feed to her. The scent of blood is enough to make her puke but the hunger is also enough to make her crave. Her fangs emerging from her gums as she finally gave in. She took a deep breath, tentatively taking a sip before settling down. Her hands gently rubbing her round belly.

"Margaret, it's almost time." Caspar whispered pulling his pregnant wife against his chest. A small yet sad smile gracing his pale chapped lips.

"I want to summon him." Margaret whispered, pain erupting from her side, leaving her breathless as she struggled to breath. Her lungs burning as another contraction of her muscle made her release a strangled cry. Caspar immediately grabbing her hands to his, before gently kissing the back of her hand. "Do you want me to create a Summoning circle?" He ask, staring at his labouring wife. His worried gaze fixed at the woman's face, waiting for her answer.

"Thank you, but I think I cant summon him on my own. My strength is fading and that demon is already here. I know its too much to ask you of this.. but please, lend me your life." Margaret whispered cupping Caspar face. Her eyes half lidded as she stared at him sadly.

"I'd gladly give you everything, love." Caspar answered, lowering his face to hers to gently kiss her. Margaret smiled.

Margaret created a barrier around them, her hands on her stomach as she whispered a spell to ensure her son's safety. She coughed bloods, but she never stopped. She then turned to her husband with great difficulty, grabbing his face she pecked his lips before cutting his wrist. She did the same to her wrist as well, watching as the blood ooze from their open wound. They both looked pale, their breathing coming out as short pants as their life force started to drain.
Margaret closed her eyes, feeling weak and unable to lift her hands anymore, she whispered the final words to summon her best friend.  Her guardian and protector.

And as the last drop their blood dropped at the blood soaked satin silk bed sheet, she finally called his name. The words leaving her lips like a soft wind calling out to the man she will left her son with. "Maddox.."

Her breathing evened the same as her husband, their life force gone, like a flicker of light finally dimming until only the darkness is can be seen.

Please.... Protect our Son. Thames James Saint Claire. Protect him... as we would have protect him.

Farewell.