I talk to God, but the sky is empty./Plath

He woke up, with Kate next to him, she rose and shook of last nights happiness. Like stardust, like a cosmos. She looked at Michael and smiled at him. His fangs were out and he smirked. They walked hand in hand towards the town square where they were to meet up with other vampires, Luigi and Mattheus. They were two young boys, who had been made by the same maker and who were twins. They met them by the square and looked at their friends and grinned. Are you hungry? They asked Michael and Kate and they nodded and went to the town disco to meet people. They found victims and sucked their blood. They left them and moved on. New Orleans was filled with people and they heard thoughts and voices and heartbeats. They went to the house of Madame LaLaurie and heard screams of slaves and the voice of La Laurie whispering. Michael smiled and looked around. With his vampire eyes he could see everything, how spirits walked around, hear thoughts and heartbeats and sighs. Voices talked to him, he saw other vampires there too, who smiled. Michael grabbed an object and could see everything, how it all happened. He saw a possessed kid talking with the voice of a slave there, who saw La Laurie rape her own sister, with the help of her husband. Michael felt disgusted and they left. They looked at curiosities and Michael wrote a postcard to his ex, the girl in the park and to their child. He wished them well and that he could come to Stockholm soon to see them, signing the letter M xoxo. Kate looked at herself in a mirror, enjoying what she saw. Pale and gorgeous, she laughed and kissed the mirror. Someone showed her a cross and she hissed. Then left. Michael ran after her, having sent the postcard and they embraced. You´re the one he said, stroking her. She looked at him and smiled. They kissed and he took her hand and left with the twins to their house, a haunted pink house with blue rappings. In the heart of New Orleans. A negro woman sat outside, smiling as they came there. When she saw them, she made the cross sign and hissed. I know what you are she said, laughing. Michael smiled and looked at her, saying with his eyes, don´t say anything, don´t betray our kind. She grinned and shook her head at them.
They went inside the house and sat down by the furniture. Two coffins were by the bedside and two girls slept in the bed. They looked peaceful. They´re our victims. We drain them of blood and let them sleep here, during the day. We love our little slaves, they said. Michael looked at Kate, feeling so much love that he could not speak. She grinned at him and her eyes went white. Quick like destinys smile, as sharp as a razor or the sunshine on a knife. Michael grinned and kissed her neck, the silverkiss came swift and fast. She held unto him while he could feel centuries go past and ancient voices speaking to him. He whispered I love you and could feel their baby in her stommach. He gaped and looked at her. She grinned slowly. He whispered I´m not leaving you and held her tight. Her fangs came out and she bit him, and he hissed quickly, leaving her filled with his blood, his lifeforce, occult meanings, symbols, voices. She let go and lay down inside a coffin, smiling at him. Her legs trailed around the coffin, looking inviting. He gaped and stared at her. So lovely he said. Beautiful. The twins went to bed and Michael did it with Kate, vampire sex, biting, drinking. Is it true? He asked her. Looking at her with pale grey eyes. Yes, I´m pregnant she said. A vampire child he whispered, it will be a God he said. It stood, looking at them at the second storey. In the vault. It smiled, a little pale girl with fangs and blood by her mouth...she had wings and high collar. Red eyes glared at them. Then she vanished.