Embrace the Night

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"I can't." But even as she spoke the words, she was moving, sliding her left foot forward, shifting her weight, sliding her right foot up. One step. Two, and then she stumbled and fell into his arms.

He lifted her easily, holding her close to his chest.

"I walked!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "Gabriel, I walked."

He smiled down at her, his heart pounding with joy. His blood, his demon blood, had saved Sara's life, and now it seemed it had returned the strength to her legs. Even if his soul spent eternity in hell, he would ever be grateful for the Dark Gift that had brought such happiness to Sara's eyes.

"Put me down," she said, wriggling in his arms. "Put me down. I want to walk!"

And she did walk. With his help at first, and then, slowly, haltingly, she walked from one end of the room to the other on her own.

"Perhaps you should rest now," Gabriel suggested.

Sara shook her head. She could feel strength flowing through her, feel her legs growing stronger with each passing moment. "It's a miracle!" she said fervently. "Nothing less than a miracle."

A miracle, indeed, Gabriel mused. A little of his accursed blood had the power to restore her strength, but even as he watched her, he couldn't help but wonder if she would think the miracle worth the price if she knew how it had been wrought.

Holding her arms away from her sides, she twirled around, her gown billowing around her ankles.

"A miracle! Gabriel, I can walk. Do you know what that means? I can walk." She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "If I can walk, I can run! If I can run, I can dance!"

With boundless energy, she twirled around the room, her eyes shining, her hair floating around her shoulders like a golden nimbus.

"I'm going to dance!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "I'm going to dance and dance and dance!"

She grabbed his hands and twirled him around, laughter bubbling in her throat. "Isn't it wonderful?" "Aye, cara," he agreed, her happiness flooding his damned soul like sunshine. "It's wonderful."
Abruptly, she stopped twirling. "Dance with me, Gabriel."

With a slight nod, he took her in his arms and began to waltz her around the room.
Sara tilted her head back. "We need music. Won't you give us some?"

"If you wish," he murmured, and he began to sing a slow song from his youth, of love lost, of love found.

He had an incredible voice, deep and rich, filled with such passion and longing it brought tears to her eyes.