It was when the fourth rapist had crawled off of me when I suspected that I was miscarrying. The pain in my abdomen was far too severe to be caused by their abusive ramming into my womanhood. It was confirmed when he complained about the bloody substance that coated his manhood.
It didn’t take long for me to understand why Megan made that comment about them killing her. Like her, if I ever got free, I’d show them no mercy. None.
I could hear Megan’s mental tears at the realization that I was losing a baby. It was something she hadn’t considered might happen when she encouraged me to endure and submit. Then, even that was a moot suggestion. I was paralyzed. How could I do anything else?
They took a break from their abuse to clean me out. An argument ensued amongst them. Eliza was adamant that they continue to rape me while Raul had a sudden pang of guilt and compassion at the realization that they’d been
We parted company with Edmund with the promise that we would report to him after the required mourning period ended. When we returned to the cabin, we found Jasper’s lifeless body just as I’d left it.Thomas took us to their family cemetery and we buried Jasper next to his sister. Then, he and Peter escorted Megan and me back to my house.I needed time to mourn over my losses. I didn’t need to express this to Peter. He instinctively knew and was very good about giving it to me.He spent his time nurturing Megan back to health; both physically and emotionally. As I’d suspected, once the ordeal was over and she was placed in a position of facing and dealing with what had happened, she suffered a severe case of emotional trauma. As a result, she withdrew into herself.Thomas visited often. He’d been close with Jasper and my marriage to Jasper made him my cousin by law and he took that connecti
It was almost six months since I’d brought Evan’s body home to bury, yet it hurt like it was only yesterday as I knelt down to place flowers next to his headstone. I studied my surroundings. It seemed a lonely and secluded place to bury someone. Then, it was just that seclusion that attracted Evan to this place whenever he needed to think or just relax. It was such a different setting from the busy cemetery where Max was laid to rest. Yet, each location matched the individual’s likes and preferences. Or, at least, I hoped that they did.I found myself spending a good deal of time wondering how much I really knew these men that I’d married. For Max, it was the hurtful discovery of a mistress who carried a child that he believed to be his. It didn’t matter that the child ended up being fathered by someone else. He’d still kept the situation a secret from me and he’d continued to sleep with
Megan took her job of finding just the right nanny seriously over the next few weeks. I lost count of the number of interviewees who came and went until she finally settled on a young, British woman, named Cynthia Aimsworth.Twenty-four, beautiful, and full of life, Cynthia was trained and certified as a nanny in the United Kingdom before making her way to the United States. She was a believer in the paranormal, but not fearful of it. Of course, we said nothing to her about the fact that her charge could become a vampire at any time, but Megan was certain that, if he did, it wouldn’t frighten Cynthia away. Since that was a concern of mine, it was one of the first things that she assured me of.Although her primary duty would be to care for Joseph, Cynthia had a strong interest in the paranormal and magic. Again, this was a perk for a household such as ours.After checking and double-checking her references, Megan made the arrangements to
I was in shock. I knew that I ran the risk of becoming a vampire, but, for some reason, I didn’t take it seriously. I’d focused all of my worries on my son. Now, I was becoming exactly what I was striving to protect him from.This couldn’t be happening.I struggled to stay within the speed limit as I drove back to my house. I wanted to get home and put space between myself and my son as soon as possible.Cynthia greeted us with a smile that quickly faded when she saw my face. She wasn’t familiar enough with me to ask what was wrong, but it was clear that she was concerned. I assured her that Joseph received a clean bill of health and asked her to take him into the nursery for his nap. Then, I hunted down Megan. I found her in the butler’s closet off the kitchen.“I just restocked the wine rack,” she said with a smile upon seeing me.“I need you to go buy
I had my face buried in the microscope when Megan entered the lab.“Was that necessary?” she asked as she stood next to me with her hands on her hips.“What would that be?” I asked without taking my eyes away from the scope.“Cynthia is talking about quitting,” she grumbled.“Now, that’s funny,” I chortled without taking my attention from my work. “She’ll stay if Joseph turns into a vampire, but she’s threatening to quit because I made her watch me nurse him.”“We all have our little quirks and you know that she’s got a phobia about nakedness,” my friend snapped.I sat back and sighed. “I know. I don’t know what got into me.” Then, with a shrug, I added, “Let her go if she feels she must. It isn’t going to get any easier in this household. I can assure you of that. I can feel the monster
I regretted agreeing to dinner almost as soon as I was introduced to the rest of the party of ten who sat at the large, smoke glass topped dining table. Other than Megan and me, they were all vampires.Amy sat at the head of the table and placed Megan at the opposite end. I was wedged in the center of the table between a wheezing obese character who was dressed in black slacks and a snug Lacoste polo shirt and a slender blonde in a camel colored Chanel pant suit who couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of my breasts. I couldn’t decide if it was because she barely had a set of her own or if she was attracted to me. Either way, it made me uncomfortable. So, I focused my attention on the fat wheezer so that I could turn my body enough to remove my breasts from her direct line of vision.The wheezer, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have the slightest interest in my boobs. His fascination had to do with my research. He&r
Jasper Malcolm Holmes became a vampire at the ripe age of thirty-four in the year eighteen-twenty-two. Unlike Mae, it took him almost a century to make peace with his fate. That was why he wanted to talk to me in private. Although he was fine with being a vampire, he completely understood the panic and regret that accompanied ninety-percent of the newly turned.“I knew Evan Ottenburg,” he said as he refilled our wine glasses while we dined on the promised vegetarian lasagna. He quickly scooped up a forkful and chewed it down. “This combination of eggplant and zucchini is wonderful.”“It’s Vicki’s recipe, but I made it,” Megan offered.He smiled, broadly, as he washed his bite down with pinot noir. “Then, my complements to you both.”“You said that you wanted to speak with me?” I impatiently said.“Please excuse my friend,” Megan apologized. “
“Oh, hell, no,” Megan blurted. “You can’t possibly be choosing the pain he just described over a few rounds of sex in the bedroom.”“That’s exactly what I’m choosing,” I said as I busied myself cleaning up after our dinner. “It’s late. Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll take care of cleaning up.”“Why?” she demanded as she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips while blocking my way.“You know why,” I said, firmly.“You’ll have to tell me,” she grumbled. “I’m not a psychic.”I set the dishes that I’d piled into my hands back down on the table. “It’s easy to see that you like him, Megan. I feel bad enough about Evan and I truly loved him. I won’t sleep with a man that you like. I won’t do that again. I especially won’t do it to you when I