Kenton was weak, but I’d been assured by Dr. Bass that he would be up and around in no time. I sat by his bed while I watched the I.V. drip blood into his vein and thought about how wonderful the fairies were being toward the man I loved and promised my future to and the woman who I considered to be my best friend.
Although it had never been done, my grandparents had agreed to allow Cindy to remain in Fairy Land as long as she was completely cleansed of her vampirism and was willing to undergo a genetic analysis to make sure that the werewolf gene was as weak in her as she claimed it to be. Since she had no doubt that she’d pass the test, she was eager to undergo the reversal process.
I warned her not to be so eager since the process was extremely painful, but she reminded me of all she’d been through and assured me that she could handle it. I couldn’t argue that point.
When Kenton finally awoke, we were all hustled out
Whether it was because I wore no jewelry, had less vampire venom in me, or was comforted by the companionship of Kenton, my mother, and Cindy in the operating room, I’m not sure, but the reversal process was far more tolerable. Of course, there was the fact that I hadn’t had to undergo the internal cleansing to prevent a pregnancy to consider as well.Kenton had the hardest time. I was finished long before he was. He did his best to be brave, but, even outside of the room I could occasionally hear his wails of torture. I not only could relate to what he was going through, but I felt frustrated knowing that I could do nothing to ease the process for him.My mother was the next to leave the room and join me. She was a little weak from the procedure, but her spirits were high. Unlike me, who walked out of the room with a spring in my step, she had to be rolled out on a gurney and taken to her room to rest. I promised t
It was a week since I’d accepted Godwin’s proposal to marry him. I was still coming to terms with the fact that I was engaged.My mother spent every moment that she could manage to steal me away from Godwin to converse with me about the reality of the commitment I was making. She reminded me that I was only eighteen years old with a very long life as a hybrid ahead of me. Godwin was four-hundred years and this was his first marriage. She felt I was rushing things. In a way, I had to agree with her. Marriage hadn’t been on my ‘to do’ list after graduating. It had been my plan to take a year off school while I decided on a major for college. I’d graduated high school so confused about who I was and what I wanted that, had I entered college right away, I would have entered as a Liberal Arts student. Not that it was such a bad thing to go that route, but, after watching my mother
I was brushing the mud off of Peter’s muscled rump when my grandfather entered the stable. He stood at the doorway leading to the pasture and said, “I’ve always loved this view.”“You’ve been here before, then?” I stupidly asked.He chuckled. “Many times, my dear girl. Many times.” He grabbed a brush and started to groom Daisy. “I gifted these horses to Pinky during my last visit about five years ago.”“Pinky?” I said with confusion.“Your great grandmother Westinghouse,” he said with a wink. “Her nick name was Pinky.” With a chuckle, he added, “It’s a long story.”“You’ll have to tell it sometime,” I said with a giggle. I couldn’t imagine how my great grandmother managed to acquire such a nick name, but I was certain that the story would be interesting.
We took our time making our way through the field to the entrance of the reserve. I was amazed at the way my grandfather and Roger fit each other. It was surprising how obediently the powerful gelding followed his lead. They had a far better connection than Roger and I had, and I thought that ours was pretty darned good.The gelding looked the perfect size for Ebenezer’s muscled bulk. It made me wonder what picture I created when I sat on his back. I was so slender and small boned that I questioned if I looked out of place on such a powerful horse. It really woundn’t have mattered if I did. Riding Roger gave me a feeling of well-being that I couldn’t get elsewhere. I wasn’t joking when I said that we were bonded.Peter shied at the sight of Maximillian, but, otherwise, stayed the steady mount that I knew him to be.I was thankful that I wasn’t on Roger’s back when Kenton ap
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
I awoke in my own bed with a cold compress over my head. The fact that I kept passing out was starting to irritate me, but I had no control over it. There was so much in my life since we’d moved to Wolf Mountain that was out of my control. It was getting to be overwhelming.My mother was huddled in the corner of the room with my grandfather while Kenton held vigil at my side.“How do you feel?” he asked as I slowly opened my eyes.“I’m tired of passing out like that,” I complained.“Ebenezer said that it’s a side effect of the drink that Godwin’s been giving you.”“I can’t believe he’s been doing all of that,” I moaned. It’s so deceitful.” At that moment, my head cleared and I remembered Kenton’s warning about pregnancy. I pointed to the oversized wall hanging of a pig farm - that I’d gotten in
My mother scrambled to provide refreshments while Eliza and Ebenezer chatted with me about the early years of raising my father and their disappointment that he opted not to stand as next in line for the crown. They didn’t blame my mother for my father’s decision, since he’d made it long before he met and married her. There was just a weakness in Walter Cramby that they couldn’t explain that prevented him from bearing the responsibilities he’d been born to.I had to admire my mother’s ability to keep her cool and play hostess to a royal couple while not being intimidated. I have to admit that, once my grandmother joined my grandfather, I found them to be a powerful force to be in the presence of. I eyed Kenton as best I could to observe how he was doing, since he was the most in awe of them. It seemed to me that the longer he was in their company, the more at ease he became. That pleased me. Don&rsq
The trip to fairly land was an interesting journey. I’d expected us to have to drive, or fly, or take a train, etcetera. Instead, we stood in the middle of my sitting room, held hands, and literally dissolved into nothingness; only to reappear in my grandparent’s castle.As soon as I opened my eyes and saw where I was, I had an idea as to why my grandfather was smiling when I was “oohing” and “ahhing” over the size of Godwin’s home. I could have easily fit five of Godwin’s homes inside the castle. It had to be the size of a mini-village.A petite red haired female with smooth skin and a slightly pointed chin on an oval face that had perfectly formed features appeared and knelt in the same fashion as Kenton had done. My grandmother quickly placed her hand on the female’s head and told her to rise.“This is my granddaughter, Princess Missy. Please take her to Bill