Ghosts of Christmas Past by Janet Miller

Author:Janet Miller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, werewolves
Publisher: Janet Miller

Chapter Six

Daniel woke with the sunset, and the sound of the automatic lightproof shutters in his room slowly sliding apart. The twilight sky greeted him, but his bed felt cold and empty. Empty because Calla wasn’t in it and hadn’t been at all.

Odd how he missed her even though she’d only shared his bed once. He’d never even had a chance to wake up with her and now she was gone. By now Mira would have collected her and Calla was probably far across town.

Daniel pulled on sweatpants and made his way to the kitchen. Most likely his serum supply had been replenished, as well as his weekly staples of bagged blood. He’d get some living blood later tonight to supplement it, but a glass of O positive would be fine for now.

He warmed the blood in the microwave to just body temperature, took a tentative sip and couldn’t resist a sigh. There just wasn’t any comparison with the taste of Calla, but it was nutrition.

Sitting in the breakfast nook, he wondered what she was doing, but the phone interrupted his dinner.

“Daniel, is Calla there?” Mira’s voice sounded concerned. “She called this morning and said she’d call again when she was ready to be picked up, but I haven’t heard from her.”

“No…I thought she’d gone with you. Maybe she’s still asleep.” Carrying the handset, Daniel moved through the apartment to the guest bedroom. A suitcase sat on the bed, partially filled with Calla’s new clothes, but the bed was made.

The box with her necklace sat on the top, next to the green blouse she’d worn last night. Without thinking, Daniel picked it up and sniffed her delicate scent on the fabric. “Her clothes are still here.”

“Then she’s probably still there somewhere.” Mira paused. “Daniel, she didn’t sound right last night when she called. If she is there, you should find her.”

Daniel turned off the phone and returned to the living room. It was as he’d left it last night, miniature lights glowing and shining off the ornaments and garlands. No sign of Calla, although her scent lingered in the room, and the couch and throw were still warm from where she’d probably spent the day.

He took in the scene and alarm sped through him. Just like her mother, he’d abandoned her in a room full of Christmas cheer—the long-ago painful experience that had plagued her all her life. What effect would his thoughtlessness have? Surely she wasn’t suicidal anymore, but…

He reached out with his mind, hoping even without the link he’d somehow find her but there was no trace of her in the apartment. Even so, maybe she was still somewhere in the building.

Daniel went back to get the green blouse and sniffed it hard, filling his nose with her scent. He didn’t have the nose of a bloodhound, but he had a far better sense of smell than any norm. He didn’t bother with shoes but grabbed his jacket before leaving. Walking around his building bare-chested would get him talked about.

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