Whether Megan realized it or not. The potion had done more than allow me to get in touch with my true feelings about Max. It helped to heal the hole in my heart that Peter had created. For the first time since I’d listened to that cab take him away, I felt happy, whole, and ready to live life to its fullest. It came to me that I could love more than one man and it was okay. I didn’t need to hold back from Max because I had love for Peter and probably always would, no matter what he’d done to me. The love I felt for Max was a good love. A peaceful love. A secure love. It was a love that I knew would last the test of time.
As I stood with my face and hands planted against the cool wall as the shower water fell on my back and Max pumped his seed deep into my womanhood, I moaned, “Marry me, Max.”
He was so shocked by my words that he stopped in mid thrust; frozen.
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We went to three upscale jewelry stores before we found a ring that we both agreed on. Either Max took Megan’s teasing to heart or he was just a very generous man because the ring he insisted upon getting me was a lot bigger than the modest one I’d chosen and ridiculously expensive. He claimed that diamonds never lost their value, so it was not just a symbol of our love and commitment, it was an investment. I didn’t know how I felt about carrying the responsibility of such an investment on my finger day in and day out, but there was no changing his mind.My romantic man paid for the ring and then got down on one knee before everyone in the store and formally proposed to me. It was touchingly romantic.It was early afternoon, so we decided to take a stroll down through the shopping district and window shop.Max wanted to go wild and purchase things for our new life together, but I wasn’t ready to look at china
The following morning, I crawled from my bed with the worst headache that I could remember having. My first thought was that I should have had white wine because it contained fewer tannins. Not only did my head ache, but every muscle in my body felt like it had been abused. I found a note from Max on the nightstand saying that he’d been called in to work at pre-dawn and that he would check on me at lunch time.Alone and feeling like crap, I staggered to the bathroom and looked at the tub. Had I taken that bath the night before? I just couldn’t remember. I felt like I needed to cleanse myself - especially my female area – but I didn’t dare wash off the potion. I settled for washing my important parts at the sink.I found some over the counter headache tablets in my medicine cabinet and popped two into my mouth. At the absence of a glass, I leaned over and drank directly from the faucet while I washe
The next few weeks were relatively uneventful. Max started an investigation to find the intruder and whoever tampered with our wine bottles. Was it the same person? Or, were separate people out to get us. That being the big question, the even bigger question was … why?I spent my days tending to patients, researching werewolfism, and learning simple magic from Megan. She proved to be a superb assistant in the lab. At times, Evan would join us as well. I began to notice a closeness forming between them that warmed my heart. I’d grown to appreciate and like my introverted boarder. It was nice to see him smiling so much. It was also wonderful to see how happy Megan was. I couldn’t be certain – and I certainly wasn’t going to mention it unless she brought it up – but I was sure that I’d heard her sneaking up to his apartment on more than one occasion on nights that I could
My legs finally failed me, and I slid to the floor. I could see a small pool of blood forming from the bite between my legs while a heavier trail of blood from my neck flowed over my breasts.“Where did he bite you?” she asked with a harsh tone that I chose to ignore.I pointed to my breast, neck, and crotch and she rolled her eyes. “It figures.”She picked me up and carried me to my office as if I weighed nothing. As she laid me down on the examination table, she said, “I’m going to have to heal the wounds with my saliva. Believe me, this will be harder on me than on you.”She buried her mouth over the wound on my neck first, since it was losing the most blood. Then, she moved to the wound in my crotch and worked her saliva over it in a way that I found soothing and comforting. When she was satisfied that there was no sign of his attack, she moved to my breast and did the
It took Max and his men about twenty minutes to reach us. I used that time to help Megan find something to wear since her nightgown had been torn from her body and to tend to her wound on her head as best as I could. She said that the damage was done while the werewolf carried her out of the window. She hit her head on the frame and ripped open her stitches. Although a terrible thing, it was better than having her tell me that they’d beat her on top of the rape.She surprised me when she told me that she was aware of the beastly side of a vampire. She admitted, though, that she’d never seen it. Nor did she expect I ever would. Her heartfelt apologies brought tears to my eyes.I felt like a baby crying about what happened to me when she’d been kidnapped, repeatedly raped, and was now on her way to werewolfism. Yet, she was keeping her composure. When I asked her how she was able to hold it together so wel
The following morning Evan appeared at the breakfast table with his apologies for letting the werewolf get the better of him. Megan and I held our breath as we waited for him to say more about what happened afterward, but he left it at the apology.Max was generous with his acceptance of the fact that the intruder turning into a werewolf took us all by surprise. He kept insisting that it was impressive how valiantly Evan fought to begin with, considering the fact that one bite would have killed him.Angela joined us shortly after the conversation shifted to Megan’s kidnapping. Her assurance that Evan wouldn’t remember anything was validated when he showed surprise at learning that the werewolf had made off with her. He was even more surprised to learn that they’d snuck into the house and kidnapped me from my bed. As was Angela, who’d slept soundly through the entire ordeal. When I told her that they’d gagged m
The warmth of the morning sun caressing my face, arms, and legs while it competed with the cool morning breeze for dominance felt absolutely marvelous on my skin and soothing to my tense muscles. I’d been up all night studying both ancient and modern texts to help me to understand and possibly find a cure for zombism.After multiple lengthy conversations with my lover and fellow doctor, Peter, and my very good friend, Megan, - who was a wickedly knowledgeable witch and zombie hunter - I’d concluded that, like vampirism, zombism was caused by a virus. My belief was reinforced by the fact that Peter had secretly given me an inoculation to prevent zombism – in a very sly and naughty way, I might add - before he felt comfortable and confident enough to share the facts about the world I was living in with me.The inoculation consisted of a low dose of the vampire virus. It wasn’t enough to turn me into a vampire – unless I die
Although I was tempted to cancel all of my patients for the day and lay in bed with my head buried beneath the covers, I knew better. Hadn’t I just used my business and bills as an excuse not to follow him to Africa? I needed to be the responsible adult and tend to the life I’d just sacrificed the man I loved for.I’d had breakfast and was opening my office for the day when I realized that Peter and I hadn’t worked out a plan to talk once a week like we’d discussed. My heart sank. Our separation was off to a horrendous start.My first patient had entered the waiting room at the same time that Angela popped her head through the door that connected to the kitchen in the main house. “I don’t want to disturb you, but I need Peter. Do you know where he went?”“Africa,” I sighed.“Pardon?”“He left for Africa this morning,” I sniffed. “