Burning Brightly

The body of the Gypsy Queen lay in a tattered heap upon the cold stone ground, her throat had been ripped out, her heart torn from the cracked rib cage having been devoured by the canines. The entire camp had been masacred. There in the shadows of the treeline stood a tall shadow, the Ancient vampire looked at the blood bath that lay before him, his beloved had been murdered in an attempt to get to him... A single tear fell down his pale cheek as he approached the body..

Slowly he had knelt down, placing a slender hand upon the swell of her stomach. She had been pregnant with his child, the only one he had ever sired in the centuries he had been alive, before the Gypsy Queen his heart had not known love, only darkness. Now his world would darken once more.

As he went to pull his hand away a small, ackeyes searched for the movement, a sign, anything.. The gods granted his wish and a small foot pressed against the stomach, The ancient wasted no time using his razor sharp nail to slice open the stomach, careful not to injure the child more than it had possibly been already.

He was rewarded with pulling out a healthy baby girl with hair as dark as a raven's feathers, eyes the color of honey, like her mother's. From death there had been life.. He cried as he clutched the silent child to him, there was hope yet that his world would not darken. The Ancient pulled  back and peered at the child, she wasn't pale like him, her skin was the color of desert sands, another trait of her Gypsy mother, the babe started to cry, the sound was music to his ears.

For now, revenge would be laid to rest..