Yeah, don't think that didn't sting, the reminder of her failure. That was the problem with peace, it made her relax. And now, there was a last son again, which she swore to prevent.

"Nothing normal about it, love." Instead of reaching out to touch him, the way her impulses said she should, she sat up, slipping out of bed. The comfort would have been for her, at least in part, and she still didn't feel like she deserved it. She tugged on a chain, and soft orangey light filled the room. The light was for him.

Bet moved to her closet, naked, and started pulling out a large, heavy duty duffle bag. Her back had a scattering of old whip scars, from her time as a human. She'd never been self conscious about them, and largely had forgotten that Richard had never seen them. She just continued on, shoving her clothes aside, revealing the recessed wall, with several kinds of assault weapons safely stored and mounted.

"Did Dracula Jr ever teach you about guns?"