Vampires will never hurt you . . .
Follows about three hours after the events here
Ceri opened one eye lazily, peering at the antique carriage clock on the mantelpiece. It was just past midnight. Funny, with all that had happened this evening, it felt like it should be much later.
She and Calvin lay on their bed, arms and legs entangled, and she pressed a line of soft kisses along his shoulder, smiling as he began to stir. She nuzzled into his neck and kissed behind his ear, whispering, "Wake up, my darling one. The night is young, and for some reason I feel the need to be out among people."
Stroking her fingers through his hair, she was content to lay in his arms until he woke up more fully. There was no hurry.