Author's note: This is a very late entry to the "Insomnia" Champagne Challenge, #127. Rated PG. Beth wrestles with her demons through a long and painful night.
Some stories are born fully formed. Others require a huge amount of work. This is one of the latter, and I don't think it would ever have seen the light of day (so to speak) if it weren't for the encouragement of Lilly. Thank you for helping me make this so much more than what I originally showed you.

Insomnia
I can’t stop thinking about Jacob. And monsters.
Jacob was snatched out of his bed by a monster. He was all alone and scared in the dark. But Mick saved him. Just like he saved me.
This case brought it all back. I've been lying here for hours, staring at the shadows. I'm scared to dream — the memories are so real, every time I close my eyes. The horrible pink room with twisty stairs... the scary lady hanging onto the ceiling... the fighting... the man with kind eyes and a bloody face.
The scary lady. I know her name now, but I always think of her that way. Everything got mixed up when she took me, and nothing was ever the same after that. She said we were a family, that Mick was my new daddy. But he didn't want to be my daddy, not like that. He saved me, and took me away from her. I can still feel the heat of the fire on my face. I can see her beating her hands against the wire mesh, and then the fire goes whoosh and she’s gone.
Now my guardian angel is Jacob's guardian angel, too. And this time, maybe he saved his own grandson.
Mick might have a family. I should be happy for him… I keep telling myself that it doesn’t take anything away from what we have.
So why do I feel so alone?
Mick has always been just… mine. No ties to any human but me. He lost his family when he became a vampire. And he killed his own wife because of me. At least, he thought he did, for a long, long time. So... maybe I’m the opposite of a family for him — what’s left when you give up all hope of a real family, when you stand on the outside of life, looking in. If he is Jacob’s grandfather, where do I fit in? Robert and Jacob would give Mick a much closer connection to his humanity than anything I could ever give him. If he had his own son, his own little grandchild to care for, he would be their guardian angel. And then I’d be the one on the outside, alone in the dark.
I don’t wanna be alone.
When I was little, after he brought me back to my mom, I always felt safe. Even in the dark. I always knew my angel with teeth was out there in the night, watching. He was my very own protector. Mine. I wish they'd just leave us alone. I feel like screaming, “Go away! He doesn’t need a real family. He’s my angel!”
I got a weird feeling tonight, when Mick carried Jacob out of that cellar. There was blood on his face, and he was holding Jacob so carefully — it was like watching a scene out of my own life. I felt dizzy, like the world was tipping. And I can't help wondering... did he feel it too? Was he thinking about the little girl he rescued so long ago? Or was he thinking about Robert, and his friend Ray, and Robert’s mother?
Oh, yeah, that’s another thing. Robert’s mother. She’s dead, she died an old woman. So why do I want to claw her eyes out? Because he said he loved her? What is wrong with me? I don’t even know what I’m upset about anymore. Is it being kidnapped? Is it these women from his past who keep popping up? Why is it so complicated?
I wish I could talk to him. I wish I knew what he’s doing right now. I wish I knew whether he's still my guardian angel, too...
I just have to get through tonight. If I can make it till daylight, everything will be OK.
What I need is a long, hot shower — that'll wash the cobwebs out of my head. I'll still have plenty of time to stop by the coffee place for a croissant and a triple-shot latte on the way to Bionalysis.
He looked so sad when he told me about Ray and his wife. He thinks he betrayed his best friend... but he didn't mean to fall in love. Like he said, it just... happened. It’s not Mick’s fault that good men get hurt sometimes.
I hope Mick gets here soon — the suspense is killing me. I'm glad he asked me to pick up the DNA results. No matter what the answer is, I’ll be there for him. Just like he’s been there for me, ever since I was four. He gave up so much for my sake. He wouldn’t stop caring for me just because he had a son.
I hope Robert is his son. Mick deserves a family.
Besides… family’s not only about DNA… is it?
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