Chapter Four

My crafty fiancé somehow managed to get my grandfather and his cousin - my ex-lover - engaged in a serious game of  checkers.  When he was confident that we wouldn’t be missed, he swept me out of the terrarium for a grand tour of his home. 

Even though I’d been exposed to such grandeur when  I was in Kenton’s home, the circumstances around my being there dulled my ability to really appreciate it.   I was so thrilled to be able to take my time and really explore the grandeur that had been accumulated through time that my feet barely touched the floor.

He hurried me through the main rooms; allowing me just enough time to admire the fresco painted ceilings, highly polished antique furniture, and interesting wall hangings, but not enough time to get the story behind how they came into his home.  When we reached the second floor, it was clear to me why. 

He took my hand and pulled me at such a fast pace past door after door while stating “guest room” as we passed each one until we reached a set of mahogany double doors.

“Now, my sweet Missy,” he said as he placed his hands on the two  long handled doorknobs - that waited, side-by-side- to be turned - and swung the doors open.  “We’ve reached the best room in the house.  Welcome to my bedroom suite.”

I giggled as I stepped inside the sitting room that preceded his bedroom.  He closed the doors behind us and turned the lock.  Before I could scold him for his actions, he swept me into his arms and kissed me while he carried me to the room containing his oversized bed.

I squealed in protest as he set me on the bed and immediately tore at my clothes. “I’ve been riding for several hours.  I’m not fresh.”

“We can fix that,” he said in a low, lusty voice as he pulled my tee shirt over my head and then unfastened my bra. “I missed you last night and then again this morning.  We have some make-up sex that needs doing.”

When I complained that both Kenton and my grandfather were back at the terrarium, he insisted that they were so engrossed in their game of checkers that they’d never notice our absence.  He also pointed out that we had at least another hour to wait for the sun to be at a level that wouldn’t harm Kenton and what better way to spend it than by enjoying each other’s bodies.

I allowed him to finish stripping me as if I was a helpless child before watching him strip himself.  My loins contracted at the sight of his very ready manhood as he lifted me off the bed and carried me to the shower. 

“I can walk, you know,” I giggled.

He demonstrated the extent of his strength when he lifted my reclined body high enough for his lips to suckle each breast before he set me down in the shower. 

“If you walked, I couldn’t have done that and you know how much I love to do that,” he whispered.

I had to admit that Godwin did have a bit of a boob fetish.  I didn’t mind since, for the most part, I loved the feel of it.  When things got out of hand, all I had to do is tell him and he quickly shifted the intensity of his attention.

His strong hands suds my body with a lush soap that smelled of Jasmine.  When he produced a loofa, I was reminded of my shower with Cindy.  I quickly shook that memory from my mind while I focused on the sensations that his tender ministrations were giving me.

He rested his forehead against the shower wall so that his lips brushed against my ear while he whispered declarations of his love to me.  I found it incredibly erotic and arched my back in response to his words.  His powerful hand cupped my breast while his strong tongue slid down my neck to my breast, stopping as it reached a nipple.  He teased my nipple with his tongue until I begged for him to suckle it.  He did so willingly.

With his one hand still on my breast, his other hand moved down to the apex between my thighs.  He teased my sensitive nub until I begged for more and then slid his fingers inside of me to give me some semblance of relief.   I expected him to replace his hand with his tongue – as was his habit – but he didn’t.  Instead, I felt his powerful manhood drive deep into me to the point my body slid up the tiled wall.

He was brutally forceful with his actions.  It surprised me and I told him so, yet it did no good.  I did my  best to keep from being tossed around the shower wall as he drove himself into me with a type of cruel urgency that I didn’t think him capable of.  When he finished, he didn’t pull out.  Instead, he slowly moved inside of me until he was large enough to start the process all over again.  He did this three more times before his lust was satisfied.  By the time he was finished, I was shedding real tears.  Although, I doubt that anyone who might witness it would be able to tell since he’d positioned me so that the water fell upon my face, unrelentingly, when he moved his torso away from my chest while his hands and hips continued to pin me in place.  I practically drowned in the process. 

Gasping for air, I twisted my face to the side to avoid the water as he leaned back from me while driving himself deep into me as he reached his peak.  I was able to see the fierce look on his face and in his eyes and was frightened of him for the first time.

He took my chin in his hand and pulled my face around to look at him.  I was spared the risk of drowning because his own head blocked the water. 

His eyes reminded me of Amelia as they became black orbs with a thin red line around them.  “You belong to me, body and soul.  Don’t  you ever forget it,” he growled just before extending his fangs and sinking them into my neck.  

Although in shock and in pain, there was something about what he just said and what he was doing that rang familiar, but, for the life of me, I had no idea why.

I felt him continue to pump and release his seed in me one last time while he sucked the blood from my neck.  Had I not been so frightened, I might have actually enjoyed the sensations - that bordered on erotic - that flowed through my body and, somehow, managed to override the rawness my womanhood felt from his abuse to the point that it actually contracted with receptivity.

He stayed inside of me for a moment, as if making sure that every drop of his semen hit it’s mark, before he pulled out of me and quickly washed away all signs of sex from his body.  Stepping out of the shower with a satisfied spring in his step, he wrapped a towel around his waist while bellowing in a sarcastic tone that we’d taken too long and needed to get back to the king and his minion.  His voice grew milder and more loving as he urged me to clean myself up and get dressed.

I leaned against the shower wall with my hand covering the holes that he’d left in my neck.  I continued to cry – whether from shock, pain, or sorrow, I couldn’t say… probably all three – while I watched my blood wash down the drain with the water.  Little by little, the bleeding stopped and the wounds he’d inflicted disappeared.

With trembling hands and legs that threatened to fail me, I quickly washed the areas of my body that needed cleansing and hurried out of the shower.  He met me with a towel and gently assisted in drying me off.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, my love,”  he said, apologetically.  “Sometimes the love I feel for you is so intense that it makes me crazy.”

“You drank my blood without my consent,” I whimpered.

“Did I?”  he said with concern.  “I don’t recall. What got into me?  Where’s the wound?  Let me get something from the medicine cabinet.”

As he made toward the cabinet over his sink I muttered, “It’s already healed over.”

He stopped with his hand almost on the knob of the medicine cabinet and looked at me.  “How can that be?  Vampire bites don’t just heal.  Are you certain that I bit you?”

“You did.  You bit me, you did,” I said with urgency that bordered on panic, “and you hurt me.  You’ve never been so rough with me before.”

“That’s it,” he said as he held me close. “No more sex in the showers.  I’m so sorry, my sweet, sweet, Missy.”

I was so confused. He was behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary had gone on in the shower and I was beginning to question my sanity.

“I hate to rush you when it’s clear that something has you very upset, but we really must be getting back downstairs before they come looking for us,” he urged.  “You wouldn’t want your grandfather to find you in my bedroom and naked, would you?”

I attempted to dry my hair, but he wouldn’t allow me the time to fully tend to it.  When we returned to the company of my grandfather and Kenton, it was easy to guess what we’d been up to.  To make matters worse, Godwin stopped right outside of the interior door of the  terrarium and kissed me long and hard while pressing my hips into his own grinding ones with his strong hands. 

“What’s gotten into you?” I managed to whisper as I caught my breath and pushed him away. 

I could feel the color rising in my cheeks as I looked from Kenton to my grandfather and back.  They’d long since finished their checkers game and had actually already searched the main floor for us.  Had we taken any longer to return, they would have moved their search to the second floor.  I was certain they’d witnessed Godwin’s lude behavior, just as I was certain that Godwin had wanted them to.

Godwin insisted that we have some coffee to give us some afternoon pep before we left.  In truth, I could have benefited from the lunch that I’d missed because of our afternoon delight, but I said nothing.   I was eager to leave his home and his company, so I accepted the mug of coffee he offered me and practically chugged it down.  Roger and Kenton declined, claiming that they’d found their way to the kitchen and had helped themselves to the coffee pot already.  It didn’t seem to bother him.  His interest was mainly on making sure that I drank mine.  I assumed it was his little way of apologizing.  He’d even managed to serve it to me in a cup that closely resembled the one he served coffee to me at my own house in.

As we headed to the stables to fetch our horses and be on our way, I silently hoped that my grandfather was able to ride Roger home.   Godwin’s rough use of my body had left me sore to the point of pain.  The last thing I wanted to do was to suffer on the back of a spirited horse.  Peter’s gait was the closest thing to a rocking horse that I could think of and I needed that at the moment.

I wasn’t so lucky.

Sometime during the few hours that we’d been waiting for the sun to shift, Maximillian and Roger managed to make friends.  This made the ride home far less treacherous and something I was able to handle.   The only real challenge I experienced was the sudden tiredness that I felt to the point of nearing dizziness and the pain between my legs every time Roger did more than walk easy; which was often.

When we reached my house, I was in so much pain that it was difficult to hide.  Kenton forgot about being angry with me and insisted on helping me off Roger.  If my grandfather questioned what was happening, he said nothing.  Instead, he asked Kenton and me to tend to his horse and said that he’d meet us up at the house.

“I think it might be time for you to take a dose of the emergency birth control,” Kenton finally said when he was sure that we were alone.  “That is, unless you want to have a baby.”

“Godwin promised to wait until after I finished college.”

“He impregnated you this afternoon,” Kenton said, flatly.   When all I did was gasp, he asked, “How many times has he drank your blood?”

I threw my hand to my throat. “Just today, I think,” I said, hesitantly.

“You think?” he asked with extreme seriousness.  “Think harder, Missy.  Has he partaken of your blood either before or after he beds  you?”

“I’ve only just learned that he’s a vampire,” I said with annoyance.  “Why are you asking me such things?”

“It’s important.  Think.  He’d usually do it in the morning, but since he didn’t stay over last night he did it as soon as he could.  Has he been drinking your blood in the morning?  It doesn’t take much.  Just a quick bite.”

“I don’t know,” I admitted as I looked away.

“How can you not know?” he asked with confusion.

“I can’t remember.  I told you that I had no idea that he was a hybrid.  Besides,  I’ve been waking up with – well, with him almost finished.  I have no idea if he started it by biting me.”  I could feel my face go scarlet at the confession.  “I’m not comfortable talking to you about this.”

“This isn’t making any sense,” Kenton said with a  scowl.  “You’re a light sleeper.  I can testify to that.”

“I know why she sleeps the sleep of the dead,” my grandfather said as he reappeared carrying the cup that Godwin liked to serve me coffee in.  “I found this in the kitchen.   It looks just like the one he insisted  you drink your coffee out of today.”

I smiled. “He seems to like the fact that it stands out.  He says it’s fitting for me or something like that because I’m unique too.  I think it’s kind of sweet that he got one for when I’m at his house.”

“You’ve been played a fool, my dear granddaughter,” he said with the saddest tone I could imagine.  “These cups are used in magic.  It has been imbued with some type of transitional magic.  I can feel it vibrating from all the magic it holds.  It helps your body cells transmute into whatever supernatural creature the magician who spelled it wants you to become.  In your case, a vampire.  I wouldn’t be surprised if you were sleep walking or at least holding full blown conversations while asleep and not remembering any of it.

“Could a vampire bite her while she was in this state and she not remember it?” Kenton asked.

“Absolutely,” my grandfather said.

“What about personality changes?” Kenton continued.  “She’s got a friend who ended the friendship because she claimed that Missy said something harsh and hurtful that was completely out of character.  Missy insisted that she couldn’t have  done such a thing because she was sleeping.  Does this sound plausible?”

“It’s not uncommon for the angrier or more violent side of the one who is in the process of transitioning to come forth while in this state.  It’s  basically a state of half-here and half in the land of dreams.   Souls can get stuck in this realm if they’re not careful.  It often takes something like a shock or pain to bring them out of it.

Kenton turned to me.  “I have been afraid to go up against Godwin, even for you, because I didn’t want to go back to jail.  My probation is over in a few weeks.  Until then, I can still be sent back to jail and my sentence elongated, but I don’t care anymore.  Things have gone too far.  You need to know the truth about what’s going on.

“First of all, I’ve never heard of the full moon causing a transitional vampire to go so crazy over sex like you did, but I am aware of an herb that will act as an aphrodisiac on transitioning supernaturals.  It could easily cause you to be the way you were.  It’s tasteless too.”

I squirmed uncomfortably over the fact that my grandfather was standing nearby and getting quite an earful about my unusual sexual behavior, but I said nothing to prevent him from continuing.

“Secondly,  as you know, Godwin is using his semen to introduce vampirism to you.  I said nothing about the fact that it was wrong of him to do it without telling you because you and I battled so often when I refused to turn you.  I hope that you know by now that I couldn’t have turned you even if I wanted to.  Someone on parole would never be given permission to turn a person.  I got lucky when I turned Cindy out of mercy.  You weren’t on death’s door or even in danger of it.  I couldn’t risk going to ask for permission and having them think that I just enjoy turning people and having them rethink the incident with Cindy.  I should have been honest with you and explained the reason behind my actions.  Perhaps, if I had, things would have turned out differently.  I was ashamed.  My pride ruined us.

“Thirdly, sex with a vampire doesn’t make someone pregnant.  In  order for a vampire to impregnate someone, they have to deposit a small amount of their venom into the woman’s system by biting them while drinking her blood.  After this is done several times and her blood mixes with his own, it causes his semen to be more compatible for her body to accept.  The venom somehow causes the sperm in his semen to adhere to the womb and fertilize.  I’ve looked into your subconscious and I believe that he’s been doing that to you and that’s why he gave you that herbal drug daily.  It’s rare that doing this once will do the trick.  It has to be done daily over a period of time with no days missed.  This was probably why he slipped you off to be alone with you at his house today.  I’m sorry to say that he was successful.  His sperm took hold.  You are pregnant.”

“No, no, no.  I don’t want that,” I heard myself say.

I was in a type of shocked daze.  I could hear my voice, but it sounded far away.  The sleepiness that tried so hard to overtake me finally won.  Now was as good a time as any to let it take me away from this nightmare that had become my reality.  I sat down on the nearest bale of hay while I listened to the far away voices of Kenton and my grandfather as they discussed what I should do about Godwin, the pregnancy, and my impending vampirism while I let it consume me.