Chapter 11

Sweet melodies could be heard as the birds intoned early morning acclaims in thanksgiving. Indistinct engine revs and tire squishes could be heard from a distance as few to diminutive cars sped by on the highway. From the horizon, a mix of red, orange, and yellow beams of light could be seen as the sun ushered in the new day. The small still scattered cream-white clouds decorated the dark blue sky as the wind mooched around. It was around 6 o’clock in the morning.

Thomas woke up and walked across to the well-crafted windows made specifically for a vampire’s warren. They kept the hot dangerous U.V. rays out of the domicile keeping the vampires safe. He drew apart the long fancy silk curtains to let in some light. He then picked a robe to cover his body as he turned around only to meet an empty bed.

Not certain of Catherine’s ware bouts, he descended the flight of the well-vanished granite stairs from the bedroom floor to the living room floor. He could not think of a