Wild Stories | Dating a Vampire

Teren worked for Gate magazine, as a writer in the life and style section. Several San Franciscoans were learning how to enjoy day-to-day living in the beautiful City by the Bay from a dead man. I loved the irony in that. He appeared to love it too as an amused smile lit his face. “Well, I’m going to write fascinating and entertaining articles about daily life in beautiful San Fran.”

Funny. Teren had a bit of a smartass streak in him, one that I generally found amusing, but as I was sort of trying to have an earnest conversation, was currently starting to irritate me. He cocked his head and twisted his lips, reading the emotion on my face. “Everything will be just like it was before we left, Emma.” He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, that’s not entirely true. I may tell everyone that I’m engaged…and about to be a dad.”

I straightened on the bed and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight. “No, don’t do that.”

He frowned at me and pulled away to look over my rigid posture. “Why not?” He leaned in, a devilish smile on his face. “Embarrassed?”

A small laugh escaped me against my will and relaxing, I lightly smacked his chest. “No.” I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder. “But, they’ll want to shake your hand or something, to congratulate you.” My hand still enclosed in his tightened even more. I really didn’t want anyone feeling that cool skin and getting suspicious.

Not sharing my concerns, Teren laughed and I sat up straight to glare at him. He grinned and shook his head. “So…”

I frowned at his still smiling face. “Well, you’re not exactly room temperature. People are going to notice that.”

He frowned too. “I’m not going to be lovingly caressing my coworkers, Emma. It’s mainly just me alone in an office all day, writing or researching.”

I frowned deeper at another smartass comment interrupting my semi-serious conversation. “What if they want to do that guy hug thing?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Guy hug thing?” I smacked his shoulder at the amusement on his face and he continued, ignoring my physicality. “It’s still winter, I can explain the coldness away with the weather.” I opened my mouth to object and he raised a hand, stopping me. “I know, we live in California, it gets warm here, but, Emma, some people are just naturally cold. It will raise less suspicion than you think.”

I shook my head. “Still, even for a regular human, you’re a cold man.”

He smirked at me and tilted his head at me. “Only on the outside.”

I sighed, remembering how his relaxed attitude about his secret had gotten us nearly killed before. He looked over my face and sighed too. “I know, Emma. I’ll be careful. I won’t touch people more than necessary. I’ll fake breathing. I’ll act completely human, just like I’ve always tried to.” His hand came back up to my cheek as my eyes started to water. His getting exposed again scared me more than I ever thought it was possible to be scared. “I will be careful.” He shook his head. “But I need this…I need to feel normal.” He squatted down to look me directly in the eye. “You know this.”

I sniffed, but a tear ran down my cheek anyway. I still had nightmares of that terrifying man who’d taken us, and what I’d done to escape him. A part of me never wanted to go back home. A part of me wanted to stay here, at his parents’ ranch, safely surrounded by vampires that would die to protect me, and the children inside of me. And a part of me, wanted to be stronger than the scared little girl that I was starting to sound like.

His thumb brushed away my tear and I exhaled slowly. I nodded and he leaned in to kiss me again. As he pulled away, one final objection poured from my mouth, “What if you need to eat?” That was one thing he definitely couldn’t do around humans.

He grinned and shook his head. “I can get food, Emma. And I don’t need to eat at work. I can wait until I’m home,” his hand came down to rub my stomach again, “with you.”

I bit my lip at the thought of moving in with him as soon as we got back. That definitely made leaving here a bonus, but yet another thought struck me and I let it out, knowing it was better to have my fears verbalized than bottled up inside me. “What if you have to eat…with humans? A business lunch or something?”

He frowned and turned his head away from me. Maybe he hadn’t thought about that yet. He didn’t exactly have a functioning digestive tract anymore. He couldn’t scarf down the bloody steaks he used to enjoy before his conversion. He stood and ran a hand through his hair. “Well…” He twisted to look at me still on the bed, watching him. He gave me a tired smile. “I’ll think of something.”

I sighed, but let it drop. I couldn’t expect him to have all the answers, but I did expect him to think of all of the questions. My hand drifted to my stomach, wishing I could hear their heartbeats like Teren sometimes could, wishing I could feel them move already, so I’d know they were okay. We had so much more to lose now, we both needed to be careful.

I stood and wrapped my arms around his trim waist. He sighed contently and pulled me in closer. I had to imagine that to him, I was sort of a heat source. I probably felt pretty good wrapped around him. That’s what I liked to think, anyway. I closed my eyes and laid my head on his silent chest, happy that I could still do that, happy we were still together, despite all the odds.

I leaned up to kiss him, torn yet again on staying here a little longer (and tossing him down on that impressive bed) or getting back to the real world. I exhaled lightly as our lips moved together, the light stubble that he preferred to keep along his jaw line, wonderfully scratchy against my sensitive skin. It really wasn’t much of a choice. We had to go back. For one, my “vacation” time was over. I’d exhausted every amount of paid time off I had, coming out to the ranch to help Teren through the scary process of converting. I needed to be back at work tomorrow morning.

That will be weird to go back to. I’ve been gone for over 6 weeks, just over 7 really. From what my friend Tracey had told me over the phone, my boss had been going through temps like Kleenex. The most successful one had only made it a week. While it made me happy that my job at the accounting firm I worked at had missed me, I was also not looking forward to the mound of work I’d need to catch up on. I had a feeling I’d need another vacation soon. img!

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Chapter #123

27 Mar 17, 01:55

Oh well, at least I had a wedding to look forward to planning. An impromptu wedding. A few weeks away from now wedding. We’d decided to get married the week before Christmas…which meant I had just about a month to get everything ready. But, since I did have a household of eager vampires waiting to help out, I was pretty sure it would go smoothly. Well, the planning anyway, I was still a little unsure of the actual ceremony. My family and a few close friends would be staying at the ranch for the wedding weekend. The ranch of mixed-vampires and that one impertinent full vampire. She was the one I was most worried about. Halina.

As Teren’s kiss intensified, his cool hands slipping under my shirt and running up my bare back, I worried about the eldest vampire being in proximity to people close to me. I wasn’t worried that she would hurt them, I was pretty sure she’d be on a tight leash, well, as tight a leash as you can keep on a vampire, but I was fairly certain she’d get a huge kick out of scaring the crap out of all of them. She immensely enjoyed intimidating people, and she sure intimidated the heck out of me.

And how would the vampires eat while my family was here? They usually sat at the table with Teren’s human father, Jack, and drank blood from a carafe that kept it warm. They couldn’t exactly do that with my mom and friends in the room. Especially since the tiniest amount of blood on their tongues made their fangs drop down. That was kind of a clue that even my mom would pick up on. So, if eating at the table was out, I guess they’d be roaming the countryside for food, picking off some of their cattle in the farthest away fields. I felt a little bad about making them have to do that, although, it probably wasn’t too big a deal for them. Even if Teren liked to deny it, all the vamps had an instinct to hunt, buried deep inside them. I’d seen them all do it, the night of Teren’s conversion. Sure, they’d been hunting stupid cattle that hadn’t even moved, but the look on their faces as they circled and attacked, well, it had been terrifying and exhilarating to watch.

Abruptly Teren pulled away from my mouth, his cool tongue breaking apart from mine. At the absence of his caress, my head snapped back to what we were currently doing. He twisted his lips and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Am I…bothering you?” he asked, annoyance and amusement in his voice.

I laughed and pulled him tighter, shaking my head. “No, I’m sorry. Just…being reflective today.”

He sighed as he looked me over; the crystal-clear blueness of his eyes in stark contrast to the darkness of his hair. “You’re really still worried? Don’t you want to be home?”

He looked down at the floor, to where I’m assuming his mother was, and then across the hall, to where I knew his grandmother was hiding out the daylight. Another vamp trait, or maybe it was just an Adams trait - they could all sense each other. It was more profound the closer they got, and while he stayed in the same house as them, he always knew exactly what rooms they were in. It came in handy sometimes, like when I needed to know where he was on this massive ranch – I only had to find the closest vamp and they could point me in the right direction. It also came in handy if say, we were kidnapped and driven to the middle of nowhere and I needed to drive us back to this ranch, only I had no clue where it was. Yeah, unfortunately, it also came in handy that way too.

Teren’s eyes came back to mine. “Wouldn’t you like to be somewhere…more private?”

My arms around his waist tightened and I sighed contentedly this time. “Yes, I would. I know…I’m stressing. It will be fine.”

He kissed my nose. “Yes, it will be.” He released me and grabbed our bags, tossing them on the bed and starting the process of packing…and it was a process, I’d brought a lot of stuff with me. Over his shoulder he tossed, “Besides, it’s not like I’m going to be letting the guys at work lovingly rest their heads against my chest.” He turned and grinned back at me.

I smirked. “Funny. You better not let any of the women at work do that either.” I raised an eyebrow at him and then playfully walked up and smacked his ass.

He fully turned to me, his fangs dropping down as he did. “Careful, human.” His eyes flicked up and down me in a way that made my flesh heat, even standing a foot apart like we were. He cocked his head, listening to my heart start to beat faster. He looked so strong and powerful and just plain sexy, all vamped out like that, and I couldn’t help but get a little turned on watching him. Of course, the pregnancy hormones flooding through my body may have had something to do with that too. He closed his eyes and inhaled. “Oh, Emma…we really should get going.”

He opened his eyes and I could clearly see the passion in them, it made my breath quicker. “Maybe you should go wait downstairs with my mom. I’m sure she’d love to make you something to eat.”

I smiled at his reaction to my reaction; we were both feeding each other’s desires. “Maybe I’m not hungry for food just yet. Are you?” I stepped up to him, pressing my entire body along the length of his. He sucked in a quick (and unnecessary) breath as our parts lined up.

Slowly, and with a level of seductiveness that would have made any stripper proud, I pulled down the loose neckline of my shirt. It was stretchy enough that I successfully pulled it off my shoulder. I was talented enough that I grabbed my bra strap with it. Teren eyed my bare shoulder with a passion derived from two instincts – the need to eat and the need to have sex. I lifted my shoulder to him, encouraging both.

A low growl came from deep in his chest, sending an ache straight through me. His eyes flicked to mine and he bared his teeth slightly, the edge of his lips curling into a self-assured smile. I felt the heat flood through me and I was pretty sure if he didn’t put his hands on me soon, I might explode. Finally, one came around to my backside, pulling me even tighter to his oh-so-ready body. The other, came to the corner of my shirt, pulling it back farther. Then his lips lowered to my skin. Then his teeth pierced the flesh. Then he groaned deep and sucked hard, his hands pulling me against him. That was when I groaned and decided every thought in my head could wait until later…much later.

When our second tumble for the day on those sheets was finished, and I was spent and satisfied, I laid my head on his chest, hearing the echo of my still surging heartbeat through his skin. As his skin was slightly warmer after so much prolonged contact with mine, it was almost like he was alive again. I smiled as I listened to the reverberation. He sighed and stroked my hair, equally spent, but having no physical sign of exhaustion with him. I peeked up at his face, memorizing the soft, satisfied smile as he lay with his eyes closed. I rubbed a trace amount of blood off his lip, noting and immediately disregarding the slight ache in my shoulder. So worth it.

He smiled wider at my touch and kissed my fingers before they pulled away. I traced a lazy circular pattern in his chest as I debated getting up and getting ready for the day…again. I stretched in the silky sheets and debated staying in this bed…forever. Eventually he opened his eyes and stirred, seemingly torn as well.

I grinned and propped my elbows on his chest, holding him down, symbolically, if not physically. Physically, I had been no match for his strength before his changeover. Now, my gesture was as meaningless as a fly trying to hold down a horse. He stayed on his back and smiled up at me however, willing to play the role of captive, if only for me. img!

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Chapter #124

27 Mar 17, 02:01

I cocked my head, my long hair brushing over his bare skin. “Do you feel different?”

He chuckled and tucked a piece of hair around my ear. “Yes. Now I feel tired…and very satisfied.” He practically purred those last words and a shiver went through me that had nothing to do with his other hand resting on the small of my back.

I playfully smacked his shoulder. “I wasn’t talking about the sex, smartass. I was talking about your conversion. Do you feel different, now that you’re dead?”

He chuckled at my reaction, knowing full well what I’d been talking about all along. Biting his lip, he looked up at the ceiling, his face more serious. “Actually, I do.” He lightly shook his head before bringing his eyes back to mine. “I wasn’t expecting that, but, I feel…” he shrugged his shoulders, “more alive.”

My face scrunched into a confused look and he chuckled again. “I know, that sounds weird. But, it’s true. I feel everything around me more intensely.” His eyes looked past me as he examined the world in a way I’d never really be able to. “I can differentiate every separate particle of the air. I can see colors I didn’t even know existed before. I can hear sounds that have never been audible.” His eyes came back to mine. “And I can taste…” he inhaled and closed his eyes, “everything.” He opened them and gazed at me with a look of wonder on his face. “You wouldn’t believe how beautiful the world is like this, Emma.”

He looked around the room again as I stroked his chest and tried to grasp how he saw the world, how he saw me. How odd that a being no longer living in the world, would feel more connected to it. I felt a little like old technology compared to him, like how a black and white TV must feel when it’s placed beside an HD flat screen, if inanimate objects had feelings, of course.

He sighed and shook his head. “It’s strange. It’s like the senses swap around with each other. Like I can taste sound and hear color, and touch emotion.” His eyes came back to mine, wistfully. “I wish you could experience this.”

I sighed and sank my chin to his chest. Sometimes I wished that too, but there was just no guaranteed way to make me a partial vampire like him, and giving up all of my humanity, and having to live in shadows and darkness, just wasn’t something I was willing to do. Plus, I couldn’t right now anyway. Not with two lives inside of me, depending on my still beating heart to keep them alive and nourished.

I kissed his cooling skin, feeling the hard muscle encased beneath it. Laying my cheek down on that solid chest, I smiled up at him. “I’ll just have to experience you. That’s enough.” He smiled and kissed my forehead.

Eventually we did pick ourselves up and keep our hands off each other long enough to get all our stuff together. Hand in hand, we walked down an elaborate dual staircase, the kind of staircase that debutantes would be paraded down as they were announced to the world. The seemingly simple living vampires had a taste for the finer side of life. That made me smile, but I sort of understood it. In a way, Teren’s family was kind of recluses, keeping to themselves and away from almost everyone else. If I never really left my home, I’d want it to be the best home money could buy too.

Smiling at each other, we walked into a sunny and bright with life dining room. Teren’s father, Jack, was sipping his coffee at the table and reading a paper. He looked up at us when we entered the room. “Morning, kids. Just get up?”

I blushed faintly, knowing that Jack was the only one awake in the house not aware of how long Teren and I had been “up” and nodded in response. Teren chuckled and squeezed my hand, pulling out a chair for me with his other one.

Jack smiled at his son’s gallantry and then went back to drinking his coffee, happily oblivious to our bedroom antics. I loved that about Jack and felt even closer to the man I considered a father figure in my life as well. He didn’t look much like Teren, what with his brown but graying hair and warm brown eyes, but he was as warm and gentlemanly as his son, and Teren’s manners were no great surprise after spending a little time around his role model.

Teren kissed my neck but didn’t join me at the table. He usually didn’t, not since he’d stopped eating. Being around food didn’t bother him or anything, he just usually took the time while I was eating breakfast to visit with his mother or his grandmother, since just sitting there and watching me eat was a little boring.

I hadn’t been seated for more than ten seconds before Teren’s mother, Alanna, whisked out of the kitchen with a plate of food for me. She loved playing hostess and since she’d lost a human to feed when Teren died, I think she’d started making up for it by piling on the food for me. Even before she’d known I was expecting, she’d piled on the food, and now that she did know about it, that habit had gotten even worse and the plate before me was mammoth, loaded high with pancakes and a rich-looking molasses syrup. A mound of fresh fruit and about three sides of bacon made up the rest of the platter-sized plate. I knew better than to object though.

“Thank you, Al…Mom.” Alanna had insisted I treat her like family from day one. It was still an odd thing to do, but I was trying. I suppose it would feel more natural once we shared a common last name. img!

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Chapter #125

27 Mar 17, 16:21

Alanna gave me a brilliant smile, her exact same shade of blue eyes as Teren, catching a shaft of morning light and sparkling in the rays. The sun didn’t bother her, too much. She could be in it for short periods of time with no adverse consequences, unlike the other women. Teren’s grandmother could tolerate being in a hazy with light room, but, although she wouldn’t die from direct exposure, sunlight certainly hurt her. Halina, on the other hand, would fry to a crisp. She couldn’t even be in a room with rays of light and stayed holed up in her underground lair until sundown. One of the downsides of vampirism. And one that faded with each mixed generation. It made me obscenely happy that our children would get to play in the park in the afternoons, just like all the other kids. I wanted to give them as normal a life as possible. I understood Teren’s need to be like everyone else, so much better now.

Alanna swished over to her son’s side, locking her arm around his. Her long, black hair was free down her back except for two long strands in front that were pulled back from her face. Her black as night hair also perfectly matched her son’s and as Teren smiled down at her, I could sense the deep connection they had. It was more than just a close mother/son bond. It was a species bond as well. Alanna completely understood her son, because she was exactly like him. She knew what it felt like to changeover. She understood his thirst. She shared his desire to keep their secret hidden. She saw the world in the same amazing way he did.

Their bond was so tight, I suppose it would make an ordinary wife-to-be jealous. I suppose I wasn’t ordinary though. For me, it lightened my heart. I knew I wouldn’t be a part of Teren’s life forever, not with how long he could potentially live, and I wanted him to have strong bonds with other people, especially other people with an equally long lifespan. I didn’t want him to be alone…ever.

Which meant I also had to be peacekeeper sometimes. For, as close as they were, Alanna and Teren were also a lot alike, and that meant they occasionally butted heads. Usually, it was because Alanna was trying to protect him, and he didn’t feel like he needed to be. I tended to agree with Alanna; Teren could be a stubborn ass sometimes.

Looking up at him, Alanna spoke a phrase in another language. All the vampires could speak Russian, something Halina had taught them. She’d been born and raised there, having moved out here as a little girl. I guess it had pleased her to keep her native tongue alive, and she’d taught her daughter who had taught Alanna, who in turn taught Teren. Jack had told me he could pick out certain words and phrases, but foreign languages weren’t as easy for him to grasp as it was for the vampires, and he’d never really felt the need to learn it. “Let them have their secret language,” he’d jokingly told me once.

Not liking secrets, I was determined to be fluent in the complicated sounding language. I’d been picking up words and phrases as well, and from what I could tell, Alanna had just told her son “good morning” and then something that included the word “blood”. I’d picked up that one early on, as they talked about blood a lot, for obvious reasons. He nodded at her and I figured she was just being a mom and letting him know there was food in the fridge, if he wanted some. Some things never change, regardless of species.

Turning back to my plate, suddenly ravenous, I picked up my fork and started, in a very unladylike way, shoving forkfuls of pancake into my mouth. Teren behind me chuckled and bent down to kiss my chipmunk-like full cheek. “You’re hungry now, I see,” he whispered in my ear.

I choked on my food, knowing his mom had just heard that…and knew exactly what he meant by it. I shot him a glare, my still full cheeks feeling hot. He gave me an innocent expression and I heard Alanna lightly laugh as she walked over to give Jack a kiss. Jack looked up at her laughter, but not understanding it, went back to reading his paper. I took the opportunity to smack Teren in the thigh.

He swiftly kissed my cheek again. “I’m going to get a little snack.” He gave me a not so innocent look. “I find myself completely drained this morning.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head as he laughed again and turned to walk into the adjoining kitchen. I watched him leave, his body as lean, muscular and appealing in his worn-in jeans and long sleeve t-shirt, as it had been completely bare, and thought about him drinking in there. It didn’t bother me like it used to. Obviously, since I let him do it from me, but, I did worry about him getting enough to eat when we went back home. I knew he’d never hurt anyone, his will power had been tested to the extremes a few weeks ago and he’d proven without a shadow of a doubt that he had an extraordinary level of control, but, I didn’t want him to go hungry. I was a mom now too. Well, almost. But those instincts were there and I didn’t want him to suffer. It’s not like we’d be living on a ranch with plenty of opportunities for him to feed. He’d pretty much have to rely on buying small livestock at farmer’s markets. He’d be eating a lot of chickens.

I focused back on my plate and tried not to worry about it. He could always run out here if he got really hungry. The ranch was about an hour from our home - in a car. On foot, Teren could probably make it in fifteen.

Teren was still in the kitchen, and I was halfway though my massive stack of cakes, when something weird happened to me. My stomach started to churn. I set my fork down and pressed a hand on my belly. A horrible, familiar sensation swept through me and I stood up. My head started to swim as well and I started to panic a little bit.

I knew the sensation rising in my stomach and throat – every person over the age of four recognises it. My stomach was calling a halt to the act of eating, and was now going to “evacuate the pool”, so to speak. I looked around, my hand coming up to my mouth to clasp it shut. My mind could only comprehend ‘I don’t feel good’, and I couldn’t think past that, to where the damn bathroom was in this massive home. Suddenly getting scared that I’d lose it on the expensive looking dining room table, I started backing up…and lightly crying. img!

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Chapter #126

27 Mar 17, 16:33

Jack had just started to look up at me, when Teren instantly blurred into the room. His fangs were still out, his teeth slightly red from his breakfast, and his face extremely concerned. “Emma?” I knew he could sense my body’s discomfort, but wouldn’t know why. He looked a little terrified.

“Bathroom,” I squeaked out under my hand. He heard and understood, picking me up and sweeping me down the hall to the other end of the house, where a bathroom fit for a queen was situated. I barely had time to note the stale air of a room that obviously was hardly ever used, before I dashed to the bowl and nosily launched my entire stomach contents into it.

Teren’s cool hands came up to my back, feeling like heaven-sent icepacks on my suddenly overheated skin. He pulled aside my hair as I amazingly lost it again, and then he cupped my cheek, cleaning me off with a towel he’d grabbed at some point.

“Thanks,” I muttered, as I leaned my face into his cool, wonderful skin.

“You alright?” The concern was thick in his voice and I opened my eyes to look at him. He sat on his knees beside me, looking like he wished he could do more for me. I understood feeling helpless, I had certainly felt that when he’d been horribly injured. Of course, that had been much more serious than morning sickness.

I smiled as my stomach settled and slung my arms around his cool neck, straddling his lap. His arms held me tight and I relaxed into the calming coolness. “Morning sickness,” I whispered, loving those words and hating them at the same time. I didn’t enjoy throwing up, but I did enjoy the reason I was throwing up. I looked up at him and grinned. “I don’t think the kids like pancakes.”

He laughed and kissed my forehead, squeezing me a little tighter than he usually did. I must have looked pretty horrible, he still seemed pretty worried. “I’m fine, Teren…all normal pregnancy stuff.”

He rested his head against mine and nodded. “I know…I still worry about you though.”

I pulled back and put a hand on his cheek, understanding that as well. I constantly worried about him. “I know.”

He helped me stand and as we opened the elaborate door handle of the marble and gold leaf decorated room I’d just spewed in, Alanna stepped into the doorway with Teren’s grandmother, Imogen, right behind her, cringing a bit in the too bright for her sunlight.

I smiled tiredly at their show of concern. “I’m fine,” I immediately said, feeling a little stupid at everyone jumping up because I got sick. “Imogen, go rest upstairs, please. You shouldn’t be down here. I’m fine, really.”

Imogen didn’t look to buy my bravado. “Are you sure, dear? Is there anything we can do for you?” She wrung her hands as her face winced. The light in the hallway had been subdued with heavy curtains, most likely thanks to Alanna, but it was still causing the vampire pain.

To reassure her, and a nervous looking Alanna beside her, I quickly muttered that I was fine again and threw on a tired smile. With Teren supporting my elbow and helping me walk through the door, like I was partially invalid, I thought I probably looked pretty pathetic. Wanting them to feel okay about me, I straightened and stepped away from him. He made to reach for me, but I gave him a warning glance. He understood and let me be, knowing I was no damsel in distress that needed my hand held because I’d gotten a little woozy.

Alanna and Imogen looked a little better as I walked as confidently from the room as I could, but I was feeling a little dehydrated and my hands shook a bit. They both followed me back to the dining room, Alanna darkening the room for her mom and Jack looking up at the assemblage parading me back to the table, most likely wondering what all the fuss was about. While I went from standing to sitting, Alanna swept away my plate and came back with a tall glass of water. I downed it, wishing they’d all stop worrying, but understanding why they were. What I carried was important, as important as a child was to anyone, but also important, because I carried the last of their line. Teren’s dead body could no longer contribute to the making of new life, and these children would be the last I ever carried of his, the last I ever carried, period. If I lost them…

I couldn’t even think about that.

After my water, my color came back and with reassuring pats and belly rubs, the vampire women finally left me alone. Teren squatted in front of me, his hands on my cheeks again as his sky blue eyes searched mine. “Let’s go home,” he whispered. I nodded into his hands, thinking that was the best plan I’d heard all morning.

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Chapter #127

27 Mar 17, 16:44

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Chapter #128

27 Mar 17, 15:50

CHAPTER 2

After a couple more large glasses of water, followed by a couple more visits to that impressive bathroom - the regular kinds of visits, not the upchuck kind - I felt like myself again. Teren stuck close to my side, his eyes rarely leaving me. The concerned look in his brow never really left him either, even when I sat at the table, making small talk with his father, both of us laughing over one of Teren’s childhood tales.

A few minutes later, he excused himself to pack the car. A couple of minutes after that, when he was done, he came back for me, insisting that he should take me home so I could rest. I rolled my eyes and smirked at him, since I felt 100% fine, but grudgingly agreed, since I did have unpacking and washing and mail and bills and phone calls and ugh…maybe I would just lie on the couch.

With swift hugs for Jack, Alanna and Imogen, and apologies that we couldn’t stay to say goodbye to a sleeping Halina, we made our way to Teren’s Prius and began the bumpy journey down their super long gravel driveway.

It felt odd to be leaving, especially since I hadn’t even been in a car in nearly two months. I flashed on the last time I’d been in a car, Teren’s car even, but immediately pushed it aside. I didn’t want to connect Teren’s vehicle to that awful event. I didn’t want to be reminded of it every time we went somewhere.

As we pulled onto the highway that led home, I sighed contently and put my hand on Teren’s thigh. He placed his hand over mine and laced our fingers together. Even though the move was a tender one, I felt the rigid way he held my hand. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was almost protective, or possessive.

I brought my other hand over to lay it on top of his, making a Teren hand-sandwich. “You alright?” I asked as I clamped our skin together.

He looked over at me, a tight smile on his lips. “Sure, I’m fine.”

As he looked back to the road, I could see the tension in his jaw and neck; whatever he really was, it was not ‘fine’. “Teren…”

My tone clearly indicated that I didn’t buy his answer and wanted the truth. He sighed and looked over at me again. His eyes watered as he stared at me and I scrunched my brow at seeing his emotion start to bubble up. He shook his head, just a little. “What if something happens to you?”

I scrunched my brow even further, not making the conversational leap with him. Seeing my confusion he explained himself better, his eyes drifting back to the road, still looking sad and worried. “Pregnancy is hard…some women don’t make it…”

Understanding, my hand went to his cheek, bringing his eyes back to mine. Knowing his vampiric reflexes could handle driving without both eyes on the road, I made him meet my gaze. “I will be fine. This morning was completely normal.” I couldn’t help but note the contradiction of me now assuring him that everything was fine, now that we were talking about my safety and not his. Things were different when your concern was for another’s life, and not your own.

He nodded, shaking his head free from my grasp and looking away from me again, towards the road that he knew so well, he could probably drive it blindfolded. “I know, Emma. I know today was fine…but what about tomorrow, or the next day?” He shook his head and looked back at me. “There’s so much that can go wrong, and I can’t… If I lose…” He stopped talking and swallowed painfully, his eyes darting to my stomach and then back up to me.

I swallowed back my own emotion and leaned over to kiss his neck. “I know, Teren. I know.” He was terrified of losing any of us. That’s the downside of loving someone so much. You throw your heart out there and hope nothing will yank it away and tear it into shreds. He couldn’t predict what would happen to me, and he was right, pregnancy wasn’t always a cause for celebration…sometimes pregnancies ended badly. But you couldn’t go through life waiting for bad things to happen. I’m pretty sure that’s how people go mad. I also noted the contradiction in that, and made a mental note to not worry about Teren being exposed so much. Well, I’d try not to.

I rested my head on his shoulder. “Today I’m fine, Teren. Today, we’re all fine.” I sighed and felt him nod and sigh as well. That’s all we had to go on, all any of us had to go on…and it was enough.

Before I knew it, we were back at my adorably cute, slim home. It was a Victorian townhouse. One of those that wedged right up to its neighbor’s, so you could easily walk across all the roofs, if you were so inclined. It had been my grandmother’s home and she’d left it to my mom when she’d passed away. Mom had kept it, for the investment and the sentiment, and I rented it from her at an outstandingly good rate. It was blue with cute white shutters and a perfectly charming red door. I’d sort of miss it when I eventually moved in with Teren.

He helped me bring in all my stuff and even ran a load of laundry for me while I put the clean clothes away. As I smiled, listening to him bustle around downstairs in my laundry room, I thought he was a pretty amazing boyfriend and would surely be an equally amazing husband. Feeling content and happy, and not worried for once, I whispered, “I love you, you know.”

Just as I was putting away my last pair of just slightly soiled boots, he breezed into my doorway. His cool arms slipped around my waist and a rough chin lightly scraped against my skin, as he rested his head in the crook of my neck. “I love you too, you know.”

I grinned, a small laugh escaping me, and twisted in his arms. Looking over his handsome face, a small frown came to my lips. “I’m going to miss you.”

He frowned as well, as he tried to understand what I meant. “Miss me? Am I going somewhere?”

A crooked grin came to my mouth, but then I sighed and ran my hands down his shirt. “Yes, you’re going home, to get ready to go back to work.”

He tilted his head as he processed that. “Yeah, I suppose I should.” He lightly shook his head. “You’re not coming with. img!

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Chapter #129

27 Mar 17, 15:57

I bit my lip at seeing the clear disappointment on his face. It was deeply endearing how much he obviously wanted me with him. I sighed though and shook my head. “I can’t. I should get ready too…and I’ve got a lot of stuff around here to catch up on.”

He looked around my bedroom, his eyes focused beyond the walls. He was probably thinking about all the things he had to catch up on as well, including picking up his pup from my mom’s house. Thinking about that, I put a hand to his cheek, bringing his attention back to me. “I could come with you to pick up Spike though? Divert my mom’s attention, in case she wants to hug and kiss you to death.” I laughed at my joke and grinned as I thought about seeing my mom and sister again. I’d talked to them often, but hadn’t actually seen them in awhile.

He grinned and ran a finger down my cheek. “Actually, I talked with your mom before we left.” He lightly chuckled and shook his head. “She asked if she could keep Spike until we all got together for dinner on Tuesday. I think she’s fallen for him.” He winked at me after he said that.

I laughed and then leaned back in his arms as that sank in. “Dinner? Tuesday?” Mom, my sister Ashley, and I, all got together for weekly dinners at a local café that we really loved. We’d been doing it for years and once Teren and I had started getting serious, he’d joined the party.

He nodded and tilted his head. “Yeah…she assumed the Tuesday night dinners would continue, once you got back.” He narrowed his eyes at me, his brow furrowing a bit while he studied my reaction. “I assumed they would too…was I wrong?”

I shook my head, clearing my expression. “No, no of course we’ll start doing that again. I just…” I looked up at him. “What are you going to do?”

He looked down to the floor, his arms around my waist tightening slightly while he considered his options. Finally, he lifted his head and sighed. With a shrug he said, “I guess I’ll be running late at work, and join you just after dessert.”

I stared at his face for a moment, a sudden sadness hitting me that we couldn’t have a normal, happy meal with my family, not if he’d just be sitting there and watching everyone else eat. How would we explain that? I brought a hand up to his face and he closed his eyes at the contact, leaning into the warmth of my skin. “That won’t work forever, Teren.”

He opened his eyes and sighed. “I know.”

He both stared at each for a moment longer and then he leaned in to give me a goodbye kiss. I allowed myself to get lost in it, to forget the downside of dating a vampire and remember that there were advantages too. And Teren made forgetting pretty easy – he was an unbelievable kisser. His mouth and tongue could do things that I was beginning to believe were part of his supernatural ability, for no human I’d ever kissed had made me feel it through every cell in my body. As my fingers were sliding through his thick hair and the backs of my legs were bumping up against my bed, he started chuckling. I broke contact with him, a little surprised to find my heart was racing and my breath was noticeably faster. Like I said, great kisser.

His hands came up to cup my cheeks, gently pushing me back from where I’d been attempting to find those lips again. “I should get going.” He chuckled again, his eyes sweeping over my room. “Let, you get to work on your affairs.”

My body could have cared less about my affairs and I knew he was completely aware of that. I tried to kiss him again, but he held me back, a smug look on his face. I sighed irritably and pulled away. “Fine.” Using all my willpower to step away from him, I gave him a scathing glare. “You don’t play fair.”

He laughed and reached out for me. I ignored the gesture. Smirking at me, he shook his head and walked over to give me a platonic kiss on the cheek. In my ear he whispered, “You drive me crazy, every second of every day. You have no idea how much I’ll be missing you tonight.” He stepped into me, his body pressing against my side. I closed my eyes and held my breath. His breath, cool on my ear and neck, gave me delightful shivers. “If I can make you feel, just once, what I feel constantly…well, I think that’s very fair.”

His lips had just closed around my ear lobe when I groaned and turned my head to find him. But he wasn’t there. Feeling like my head and body were in some weird, semi-drugged state, I blinked and looked around my empty bedroom. Faintly, I could hear laughing coming from downstairs and then my front door opening.

“Jerk!” I yelled through the open door where my honey had just blurred away, leaving me all riled up and alone. Only soft chuckling answered me as my front door closed.

I sighed and shook my head as I heard the electric hum of his car pulling away. Sighing yet again, I decided forgoing all the things on my to-do list and doing the one thing my body really wanted now. I took a bath.

Monday morning began with me fighting the urge to throw my alarm clock across the room. It had been a long time since I’d needed to use one. While Teren’s and my time on the ranch wasn’t exactly Club Med, it had been a true vacation in the sense that we hadn’t needed to be awake at a certain hour. We’d usually woken at breakfast time, so I could partake in Alanna’s wonderful cooking, but it had been a leisurely, relaxing wakeup. Not the jarring, forced-from-sleep annoyance that was an alarm going off by my ear.

Grunting some sort of nonverbal objection, I turned it off and stood up to get ready for the day. I dusted off and got into my work clothes, a nice formfitting pant-suits with an adorably fitted jacket, and curled my wavy hair, leaving it loose around my shoulders. With a nice pair of heels and my jacket open, showing off my deep cut, lacy top (which was about as sexy as I could dress at work, without getting a warning from the HR department), I grabbed a quick breakfast and hopped into my cute little yellow VW bug. I smiled as I drove it to work; I’d missed my cheery little car.

I started feeling a little less cheery as I pulled into the parking lot and my stomach started questioning my meal choice. I sat in my car, breathing slowly and carefully through my mouth. I prayed for my stomach to settle down and accept the food I’d given it. Seriously…we needed to work together on this, or this pregnancy was going to be a long one.

Finally, my body agreed with my head and the nausea passed. With one last quick exhale, I slapped on my professional face and headed for the doors. I was assaulted long before I ever got to my cubicle. A striking blonde squealed and wrapped her arms around me. The sudden movement jarred me back a step and my stomach firmly objected the quick shift in direction.

As my face surely went through several shades of green, I hugged the woman hugging me for dear life, praying yet again, not to lose it. The beautiful woman pulled away from me, a happy glow on her pixyish face. “Emma! God, we’ve missed you. How was your vacation?”

I breathed as nonchalantly as I could through my mouth, as I quickly threw on a bright smile. “It was great, Tracey. How were things here?”

She tossed her hand out in a casual manner. “Oh, the same.” We continued down the aisle way to my office, my stomach relaxing into normalcy as we walked and Tracey subtly pointing at various people that we worked with. “Stressed over a bad investment. Wife had a baby last week. Bitchy…just ‘cuz. Having an affair…” she pointed at a petite brunette and then looked around until she spotted a middle-aged man near the break room, “with him.” She turned back to me and barely contained a giggle. “I totally heard them going at it in the supply closet last week.” img!

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Chapter #130

28 Mar 17, 00:04

I quickly looked away from the woman as she met eyes with me, shaking my head at Tracey and her stream of gossip. As we reached my home away from home, she leaned against my wall. “How is Teren’s dad?” Her face turned down into a perfect frown.

I turned into my office here at Sampson, Neilson and Peterson, and opened the bottom drawer of my desk to shove my still pretty full purse in it. I hadn’t gotten any better at not carrying my life around with me. I smiled at Tracey’s question, as I straightened and turned back to her. Teren’s dad falling ill was the excuse we’d given everybody for our extended time away. It had worked pretty well as a reason for Teren to be gone for such a long time. I mean, it wasn’t like we could tell everyone that Teren was dying and reanimating, and he’d needed to be away from innocent people when he did it.

“He’s…as good as new.” I shrugged my shoulders as Tracey smiled. “You’d never even know that anything had ever been wrong with him.” I started to giggle a little, as I thought of Teren and not his dad. You really wouldn’t know he’d passed away, at least, not by looking at him. Tracey cocked her head at my seemingly inappropriate laugh, but didn’t say anything. I had a habit of laughing at odd times and my friends were just used to that about me.

“That’s great, Emma. Tell Teren I’m glad his dad is alright.”

A loud throat clearing behind Tracey shifted both of our attentions that way. Behind her was a large, dowdy looking woman who always reminded me of an unpleasant version of a 50’s sitcom wife. She always dressed in long skirts and shapeless blouses and even had a large string of pearls around her plump neck. Her brown hair, that had mostly turned gray ages ago, was always pulled into a tight, unforgiving bun that complimented her general attitude. She tended to have a perpetual scowl, and seemed to look at everyone as if they were doing something inappropriate.

Clarice. She was unfortunately my boss, and was currently looking at Tracey with undisguised malice. She was not Tracey’s boss. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” she grumbled to her.

Tracey grinned back at me. “Have fun. Glad your back.” She smirked at Clarice and then left me alone with the sour woman.

“So, you remembered where the building was. Kudos.” She handed me what had to be a two foot stack of paperwork. As I grabbed it, she pointed to an equally large stack of papers already sitting on my desk. “These are all new clients that came in while you were gone.” Her flat lips sort of turned up into a grin. “Familiarize yourself, and get them all entered into the system.”

And with that, she turned and left. No, we missed you, welcome back. No, did you have a good time. No, did everything turn out okay? No, did your boyfriend knock you up while you were gone? Nope, nothing but professionalism from Clarice.

I sighed and sat down, adding the large stack to the stack already there. I knew coming back would be a lot of work, but, damn. The accounting firm I worked at was an up and coming one and it seemed like they’d taken off, right as I’d left. As I started sifting through the paperwork, I hoped I’d run into an interesting file – maybe a celebrity or socialite or something.

Just as I was wondering how Teren was fairing at his first day back at the magazine, I heard my phone buzzing in my purse. Clarice tended to frown on cell phones at the desk, but quickly looking into her office directly across from mine and seeing her absent, most likely helping her boss, Mr. Peterson, I took advantage and opened the drawer to rifle through my bag and find it.

Pulling out my cutely pink flip phone, I saw a text from Teren. ‘Miss you. How’s it going?’

I glanced up at her office again and then quickly typed back a response. ‘Miss you too. I’m drowning in paperwork. You?’

My phone buzzed in my hand, a second after I’d hit send. ‘Good, just finished my article. No fondling yet.’ I smiled and shook my head, both at the fact that he’d already whipped out an article, and that he was still teasing me about my admittedly overcautious fears. Just as I was about to respond, my phone buzzed again. ‘Are you coming over tonight? I can’t sleep alone again.’

I quietly giggled at that and bit my lip, only responding with, ‘Yes.’

His response was again a quick one, and I smiled at the image of him sitting at his desk and speed typing messages to me. ‘Good, I missed you…and the kids. Anymore sickness?’

I sighed at his loving concern for me. ‘No…almost threw up on Tracey, but luckily didn’t. She wishes your dad well.’

I pictured him laughing at my answer as his reply flashed on my phone. ‘I would have loved to hear how you’d explain away ralphing on her. I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll add Tracey’s wishes to my coworkers. My dad will get a big head, with how much sympathy he’s been receiving today.’

I sighed happily as I thought of my tall, dark and sort of dreamy, undead man. Just as I was going to tell him I should get back to work, the phone buzzed again. ‘So…what are you wearing?’

I laughed out loud to that and was startled to almost incontinence when a stack of even more papers slapped down on my desk. Breathing heavier, I raised my eyes to Clarice’s narrowed ones. “Since you have free time,” she nearly sneered, “here’s some reports I need copied…now.”

“Sorry, yes, Clarice.” I gave her an apologetic smile as she huffily sauntered back to her desk. Typing Teren a quick goodbye and shoving my phone back in my purse, I got back to my expanded work pile.

By the end of the day, I couldn’t believe how tired I was. I’d nearly forgotten what a full 8 hours of work entailed. True, Teren and I had helped out on the ranch, and I’d fallen asleep from exhaustion more than once during our stay there, but there was something different about being outside in the fresh country air, helping to wrangle cattle with an assortment of super speedy, unnaturally strong vampires, than being in a small, fluorescently lit office space with paperwork up to your eyebrows. I knew it would get better as I got more caught up, but at the moment, shoveling cow poop again sounded fabulous.

Tracey popped around to my side of the cubicle, no sign of fatigue on her sprightly face, and asked if I’d be coming back to the gym as well. Tracey and I had been taking kick-boxing there a couple times a week for of a couple of years now. While I loved the workout, and the feeling of self-assurance it gave me, I was really too tired to contemplate moving that aggressively right now.

“No, I think I’ll pass tonight.” I yawned halfway through my sentence and Tracey laughed at me.

“Alright, Ben will be bummed.” She winked at me. “He’s subbing tonight.”

I grinned at the look of love on her face. She had met Ben while he’d been subbing for our regular teacher during a kick-boxing class. They’d hit it off right away and, despite a rocky patch, when Tracey had stupidly broken up with him while she needlessly suffered over figuring out what was only too obvious - that she was head over heels for him, they were still together.

I yawned and grabbed my purse. “Tell him I said hi…Teren too.” Ben and Teren had hit it off right way too and were friends, I guess. As close as Teren was friends with anyone who didn’t know his secret. He had a natural tendency to keep people just slightly away from him. Honestly, he did that with me too sometimes, which had led to some pretty spectacular fights in these last seven months, but I did understand his reluctance to let people in; he never knew for sure who was going to stick around. img!

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