Series: Demons Age, Book 2 (Can be read independently)
Genre: Male/Male, Paranormal, Romance,
Words: 107.000 words
Some little boys want to be firemen or astronauts when they grow up. From the moment Jacob understood what his fathers did, he never wanted to do anything but fight demons.
Andrew, Jacob’s father and a vampire, fights demons because it’s a necessity: few others have the strength or skill to kill the strange creatures that started appearing the very night his son was born. He carries with him some guilt, too, and the suspicion that the magic that made Jacob’s very life possible also opened the way for the demons. The last thing he wants is for his son to ever join this fight and get hurt.
As the years pass, however, and Andrew watches Jacob grow up and grow more determined, he slowly has to accept there’s little he can do to deter his son. It doesn’t help that Nicholas, Jacob’s other dad and Andrew’s Childe, starts giving Jacob sword-fighting lessons under the cover of playing, or that Jacob discovers his mother’s diaries and comes to the same conclusion Andrew did concerning his origins and the demons’.
Through snapshots covering Jacob’s life from birth to adulthood, watch all three members of this unusual family change, grow up, and find their place in the world.
Andrew had never minded the office duties that came with running a Special Enforcers agency. It was mostly a lot of paperwork: incidents involving vampires were to be reported to the police and to the organization that gathered information about vampires, and kills of known killers were tracked even more closely. Andrew had never regretted his choice of career. He long ago came to the conclusion that Special Enforcers would be a necessity until all vampires adhered to strict feeding rules, and by running the agency Andrew could ensure that vampires who didn’t kill were not hunted down unfairly. Such things had been known to happen.
The arrival of demons had added to his workload however. Those kills now needed to be reported to three places, and each had its particular forms. It would have been easier if a central organization had been formed to study demons and the best way to combat them, but even now, four years after the first one had been spotted, some people were still skeptical about the sheer existence of demons. They were thought to be an elaborate hoax—or sometimes a genetic experiment on vampires gone wrong. Sooner or later, the authorities would need to get their act together. In the meantime, Andrew would continue filling out the same redundant forms every time the agency was called in to deal with a demon.
Two short knocks sounded on the door, and before Andrew could respond it swung open to reveal Nicholas, carrying Jacob on his back. At once, all thoughts of work flew out of Andrew’s mind and he couldn’t help but smile at the picture they made.
“Hey, you two. What’s up?”
Nicholas took hold of Jacob’s waist and, to Jacob’s giggles of delight, twirled him upside down before depositing him on Andrew’s lap.
“Jacob has something to ask you,” Nicholas said when Andrew looked up. “I’ll tell your troops you’re busy and to give you a bit of privacy.”
Without another word of explanation, Nicholas left the office, closing the door behind him. At a loss as to what this could possibly be about, Andrew looked at Jacob. His beaming smile was gone and he had ducked his head.
“What is it, buddy?” Andrew asked, running his fingers over Jacob’s hair, distracted for a second by the thought that he needed a haircut.
Jacob shrugged, and didn’t raise his eyes from the top button of Andrew’s shirt, which he then began fastening and unfastening in turns.
“You can tell me anything,” Andrew said after a few seconds when Jacob still hadn’t said a word. He covered Jacob’s little hands with his own and stopped their nervous fluttering. “What it is you wanted to ask me?”
Jacob finally turned huge eyes that had never seemed so clear up to Andrew. “Do I have a mommy?” he whispered.
Had Andrew’s heart been beating still, surely it would have skipped a beat or ten. As it was, several seconds passed before Andrew could utter a word, and even then it was only the growing alarm in Jacob’s eyes that drew an answer from him.
“I… Yes of course, baby. Of course you have a mommy.”
It was a testimony of how upset Jacob already was that he didn’t protest being called a baby.
“Nicholas said she died, like Auntie Julie’s uncle.”
Andrew’s mouth opened, then closed again without a sound. He had to swallow the crushed glass in his throat before he could manage an answer.
“She died, yes,” he murmured, smoothing his hand over Jacob’s hair again and waiting for the next question.
But there was no next question. Jacob just held on to Andrew’s fingers with both hands, and looked at him as though expecting something from him—but expecting what, Andrew couldn’t begin to figure out. Nicholas had warned him over the years; he had told him Jacob would ask and Andrew needed to be ready for it.
Andrew had thought he was prepared, but now that Jacob was sitting on his lap and looking at him like Andrew held all the answers, all he could think of was that Jacob’s eyes looked a little more like Cara’s every single day.
“Would you like to see what your mommy looked like?” he blurted out, the first thing that passed through his mind.
Jacob sat up straighter suddenly, and his eyes grew wide. “I can see?” he asked in a whisper.
Squeezing Jacob’s fingers softly, Andrew smiled, relieved that he had found the right thing to say. “Sure. She made a picture album for you because she wanted you to know her. Here.”
The album had been in Andrew’s first drawer ever since Nicholas had brought it to him, what felt like so long ago. Andrew had lost count of how many times he had opened that drawer and simply laid a hand on the cover. He had never opened it, though. He had told himself he wanted to share this with Jacob when his son was old enough, but maybe the truth was different.
Maybe Andrew himself hadn’t been ready for this. He didn’t have a choice anymore. He pulled the album out and set it on the edge of his desk almost reverently. He slid his chair closer to the desk and shifted Jacob onto one of his knees so they could both see the album—and so Andrew could keep a close eye on Jacob’s reactions.
The cover seemed heavy when Andrew flipped it open, revealing the first picture. It had been taken just as Cara’s pregnancy had started to show, and she was beaming as she looked down at her belly, a hand underneath it and a hand on top as though to frame the bump, or maybe keep Jacob safe. A pang of grief rang through Andrew.
“She’s my mommy?” Jacob whispered, his little hand rising to the picture but falling again without touching it.
“That’s your mom, yes,” Andrew replied. His throat felt tight, but he couldn’t remain silent now. Jacob was waiting for him to say something.
He wished he knew what to say.
“She’s very pretty,” Jacob said, still as quiet.
Andrew pressed a kiss to his temple. “She was, yes. She was the prettiest lady I ever knew.”
About the Author:
Kallysten’s most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of her life. She has been writing for fifteen years, and always enjoyed sharing her stories and listening to the readers' reactions. After playing with science fiction, short stories and poetry, she is now trying her hand, heart and words at paranormal romance novels.
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