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 bring her into the household and introduce her to my son. I didn’t interfere. Partly because of the concern that Megan expressed about my not trusting her, but it was mainly because I was wrapped up with my research. I was on the cusp of a discovery. I could feel it in my bones. Because of this, it was all consuming. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was breast feeding my son, I doubted I’d have had the presence of mind to stop and spend time with him. Such was my drive to beat the clock and find a cure before vampirism took hold of his tiny body. And, such was my complete and total faith in Megan’s care of him.
Although I trusted Megan’s opinion and choice in a nanny, I was a little reluctant to see Cynthia take over Joseph’s care. I actually abandoned my research for a few days while I joined Megan in monitoring how well she did with him. After several days, my friend and I felt confident enough to allow her the freedom of caring for my son while we buried ourselves in research.
Once again, my routine of pouring myself into my research while stopping to nurse my son came into play.
Unlike Megan, who was unphased by all aspects of the human body, I discovered that Cynthia was uncomfortable with my baring my breast in front of her. So, I excused her from the room until my son was fed and called her in afterward. It was a little less convenient, but I understood that she wasn’t cut from the same mold as Megan, nor was she a doctor like me.
With Megan by my side, I was able to make strides with my progress. Within weeks we were testing the cure against my blood.
“It doesn’t seem to hold,” I complained as I watched the virus dissipate, only to resurface a few hours later. I slammed my fist onto the countertop so hard that the microscope walked a few inches.
“Maybe you should take a break,” Megan suggested.
“We’re so close,” I protested.
“You’re tired,” she said as she inspected me closely. “You look pale and there are dark circles under your eyes.”
“Did you finish getting all of the ghosts from my old house?” I asked.
She gave me a stunned look. “I did.”
“What was the problem with Matilda? Why was she stuck?” I asked.
“I don’t think that this is the time to have this conversation,” she said, warily. “I think that this is the time to tend to whatever’s going on with you?”
“What’s the issue? Why was she stuck?” I demanded in a tone that sounded mean and vicious to my own ears. I felt bad about using it on her, but I couldn’t bring myself to apologize. As crazy as it sounded, I felt like I was going to explode at any moment and that being nice would only accelerate that fact.
After a long silence and an intense glower, she said, “She was looking for Evan.”
“Don’t tell me that he had some ‘thing’ going on with a ghost,” I moaned.
“It’s not like you think,” Megan said. “Remember the argument that she said she had with her brother? The reason why she hid in the third floor apartment to begin with? Well, the argument was over Evan. She wanted to run away with him.”
“No. No. No,” I wailed as I placed my fingertips over my temples.
“Evan had no clue,” Megan quickly said. “Not when she was alive or a ghost. He barely knew the girl. It was all a made up fantasy in her poor depraved mind.”
“I don’t understand,” I moaned as I placed my elbows on the countertop and rested my face in the palms of my hands. “I have a headache.”
“I think you need to be seen by the doctor,” she insisted.
“I think you need to finish this unbelievable story,” I snapped. “How could she want to run away with a man who you claim didn’t know she existed?”
“I didn’t say that he didn’t know that she existed. I said that he was unaware of her wanting to run away with him. He’d met her on a few occasions and she began to obsess and fantasize over him,” she explained. “You can imagine her disappointment when she appeared in front of him as a ghost and he didn’t even recognize her. When Evan said that his focus was on army duty before he met you, he wasn’t telling tales.”
“How did she meet him?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
“Believe it or not, the former funeral director also used his cremation oven to destroy zombies when Evan brought them to him,” Megan said with humor.
“I’m surprised Evan never said anything,” I mused.
“He was a good one for keeping his mouth shut, wasn’t he?” Megan chuckled.
“I guess he was at that,” I said with a grin. “He definitely wasn’t one to kiss and tell.”
“They broke the mold when they made him,” Megan said with a wistful air.
I gave her a thoughtful look. “I’m sorry.”
She arched her brow. “For what?”
“You really liked Evan. I should have stood back,” I pouted.
“As I recall, I told you to move ahead with him. It was clear that he only had eyes for you,” she said with an air of finality. “I was attracted to him, but not in love with him. It’s all good.”’
“I did love them, you know,” I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek. “I loved Peter. I loved Max. I loved Evan. I loved them and I lost them and it hurts. It really, really hurts.”
“I know,” she said as she patted my hand. “I also know that if any of them were here, they’d be insisting that you seek medical care.”
“I happen to be a doctor,” I grumbled.
“You’re a doctor who needs to see a doctor,” she said with emphasis.
After a piercing pain shot through my temples and the time it took to recover, I said, “You win. I’ll go.”
Since it was time for Joseph’s check-up, I arranged for the doctor to set aside enough time to check me over as well.
Two days later, my son and I were sitting in the examination room. Joseph got a clean report. He was a normal, healthy human. Not so with me. I was in transition. I was turning vampire.
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
Jasper arrived at seven the following evening. I’d fretted over having sex with him over the course of the day to such an extent that Megan finally could take no more. So, after helping me bathe and prepare myself as if it was my wedding night, she slipped a sedative into my chamomile tea and left me languidly lying, naked, between the sheets.I heard her confessing her actions to Jasper on the opposite side of the closed door of my bedroom. He didn’t sound pleased as he entered the room.Megan came over to the bed and pulled the covers from my body to expose me.“Are you going to make me say the same thing to you that I have to pound into her head on a regular basis?” she impatiently asked. “This is a body. It is not the real her. Grant it, having sex with this body is bound to give you pleasure, but it’s still just a body and it’s still just sex.”In my foggy state, I co
“Are you alright?” Megan whispered as she crept through the darkness of my room to my bed.“No jokes, please,” I murmured with my face still planted firmly into the folds of my pillow.She sat on the edge of the bed and lightly massaged my back. “Did he mistreat you?”“I can’t explain it,” I said as I rolled over. Then, with a disgusted look, I added, “The bedding is a disgrace. I wouldn’t sit on it if I were you.”She quickly stood and grabbed my hand. “Get up and I’ll strip it while you clean yourself.”I crawled off the bed with much less zeal than Jasper had displayed just minutes earlier. I couldn’t explain how I felt. I had a myriad of mixed emotions battling inside of me. None was victorious enough to claim king of the pile so that I could identify it and express it.I was surprised when my legs collapsed benea
Two weeks had passed since Jasper and I began having nightly sex. I guessed that there was enough virus inside of me from him to override what had been placed by Evan or my wedding night rapist, but I said nothing. I’d begun to enjoy and look forward to our little arrangement. Not only was the sex fantastic, but, little by little, Jasper was behaving more like a lover and less like a service provider. He even fell asleep twice until the wee hours of the morning. I found that the attention I received from him – both physically and emotionally – was just enough to keep me satisfied as far as male companionship went. We’d also developed the habit of having a conversation before the sex began. So, the more time we spent together, the more I grew to know and like him. I could easily continue our arrangement, indefinitely.I knew that the preventative would be arriving at any moment from his mystery researcher. Once