VAMP

by Wyatt, Dani

  He disappears through the open door to the kitchen, heading for the foyer.

  Maxim is helping Dimitri with some business expansion. With his newfound powers, Maxim took the money he had and invested it in some shorts on the market. Seems he can ‘see’ things that others can’t, and he’s built his portfolio to close to eight million dollars from just under a million in less than two weeks and that doesn’t include the insurance money from his parent’s tragedy.

  He's keeping that set aside. Not sure for what, but that will be up to him and I’ll support whatever he decides when he decides.

  He and Dimitri return to the kitchen a moment later, and Dimitri eyes the situation; me wrapped in the blanket and Maxim in just his trousers; then gives us a knowing look. “I’m early.” He looks between us, then at Anna his eyes suddenly stuck.

  Maxim looks at him with playful annoyance. “Yeah. You are.”

  He shrugs. “Sorry?”

  Anna hops down from her place on the counter and extends her hand to Dimitri. “Don’t be. They need to take a break now and then, keep up their strength. I’m Anna. A friend of Seleme’s. We met at the...” She bites into her lip. “The thing a couple of weeks ago, but you fainted before we could be properly introduced. I had to go deal with a lot of angry and upset people, or we could have met properly. Sorry.”

  “A friend of Seleme’s?” Dimitri looks to Maxim, and he shrugs.

  We couldn’t hide things from Dimitri. For starters, he noticed the changes in Maxim the day after he turned, so he knew anyway. Add to that the things he remembered happening before he lost consciousness, and it was pointless trying to keep him in the dark.

  Anyway, he’s taken to it all better than anyone could have expected. After the initial shock, he said it made a lot of sense, and he always believed in ghosts. We didn’t have the heart to tell him that ghosts don’t exist. Well, not to my knowledge, anyway. I suppose anything is possible.

  “Well,” Anna licks her lips, then bites into her bottom lip. “Maybe more like family.”

  Maxim comes to stand behind me, his hands on my shoulders, leaning in to kiss my cheek, then bring his lips to my ear.

  “Family.”

  I nod, leaning my head back into his chest, as Anna leads Dimitri into the living room, chattering on a million miles an hour about what she’s found out, how things are never going to be the same again. I don’t care about any of that.

  “Family, forever and a day.” I reply to Maxim, feeling the first flutter of movement deep in my belly and knowing eternity will never be long enough.

  Fifteen

  Maxim

  THREE YEARS LATER

  “Avery!” Seleme yells from the dining room. “I told you, if you are going to play with fire, you need to ask Mommy or Daddy first.”

  “Awe, mom, not fair! The candles need to be lit, I’m a helper girl.” I can hear the smile in her singsong voice, and it makes me smile in turn.

  “No, I’m the helper. Not girl.” Raymond’s voice echoes out from the same direction, as I wipe my hands on the towel and make my way from the kitchen to the dining room.

  The scene would be surreal for most, but in our household it’s just another day.

  “Tell them, Dad.” Seleme smiles at me, nodding to where both our little ones are levitating around the massive chandelier, lighting the candles with their fingertips.

  “Kids. Listen to your mother, now.” I do my best to use my stern voice but truth is I’m a pushover for all three of them. And they know it. “It’s not safe.”

  “What’s not safe?” Raymond squishes up his face in true confusion. “I could fly before I could walk and fire doesn’t hurt us.”

  “Yes, but it can hurt the house,” Seleme retorts, slowly lifting off from her feet to go airborne, moving to each child in turn, taking their hand and bringing them back to the floor while they pout and poke fire at each other. “Stop.” Seleme touches them both on their heads and they look up. “If you don’t behave, you can’t play with the new puppies.”

  “Awwwww.” They whine simultaneously.

  “Well, that’s the choice,” I add.

  A few months ago, we completed our ‘normal’ family by adding two strays from the local shelter. Before we could get them to the vet and have them fixed, they decided they liked each other. A lot. And now we have six more in the mix.

  Avery comes over and stands in front of me, bottom lip pushed out with her most distressed face.

  “Papa.” She looks up at me with Seleme’s blue eyes, my dark hair hanging down over her shoulders. “The puppies will miss me.”

  “They’ll miss me too.” Raymond shouts, coming up to my side and pulling my hand. “They like me best.”

  “No they don’t!” Avery pokes her tongue out at her brother, whose blonde hair and dark eyes are a perfect contrast to her own.

  He also stands four inches taller than her, growing at an exponential rate compared to most human children.

  Seleme shrugs at me with a smile. “I’m going to make their lunch. Good luck.” She sashays out of the dining room into the kitchen, wearing a sleek black lace gown that reminds me of something Morticia Addams would have worn, but she looks a thousand times sexier.

  Her blonde hair has grown down nearly to her ass, and the curves she developed during her short pregnancy have remained and still drive me to the point of madness every day.

  The kids throw defiant glares toward each other as I take each of their little hands and crouch down.

  “You know...” I look at one, then the other, pulling them in front of me so they are standing shoulder to shoulder. “Grandma and Grandpa are coming to visit tonight.”

  They both light up like a sunrise.

  “They are going to love the puppies!”

  “I want Grandma to teach me how to make biscuits and gravy. Mommy doesn’t know how. Not like Grandma.” Raymond lowers his voice, looking over his shoulder to the kitchen. “Mommy tries, but it’s not the same.”

  I chuckle. “She does try and you’re a good sport because when she makes them for you, you eat them like a trooper.”

  “Yeah.” Avery chimes in. “You’re a lucky duck, Daddy, you only drink blood and don’t have to eat some of Mommy’s cooking.” She sticks out her tongue.

  Both of them act more like they’re five or six years old, and we are learning to go with the flow on their development because there is nothing in the records that compares to the complexities of their birth.

  “I know, but we need to be nice to Mommy about her cooking. It’s only eighteen more years, and you’ll be drinking blood too. For now, you have to eat some of what she cooks and your cow’s liver and blood. She wants you to try new things.”

  Avery looks sad. “Like her Cheez-its? She misses eating them. But they’re yucko.”

  “No they’re not!” Raymond objects. “I’ll eat Cheez-its even after I turn. I’m like Mommy, I don’t ever want to stop eating them. They’re the best.”

  “Okay, well, this goes for both of you: if you want to eat them, you eat them.” I look at Avery. “If you don’t, you don’t. Now...It’s only two hours until sunrise. Food, then baths, then sleep, then Grandma and Grandpa should be here and I don’t want you guys having the grouchies from missing your hour of sleep.”

  I look in the kitchen and watch Seleme working the whisk in the gravy, the scent of burned biscuits already swirling in the air.

  “Okay, can we go see the puppies now?” Avery asks and before I can answer, Anna’s voice comes through from the front foyer.

  “Yes, you can.”

  “Aunt Anna!” They both drop my hands and go running as she drops to her knees and they tackle her with a hug.

  Unlike Anna, who just walks through the wall, Dimitri uses the front door, following a second behind her and waving to me from across the enormous foyer.

  A year after everything settled down, Seleme’s parents made the decision to move back to Romania. People were beginning to quest
ion more and more their lack of aging and they wanted to explore the world a bit, so they took up residence in the family home while they traveled the world at their leisure.

  We decided to take over the mansion, while Anna and Dimitri bought the house across the street and renovated it completely making it a modern take on the tired Tudor that it was.

  Seleme never did go back to her law practice. Something shifted in her after everything that happened. The case she was supposed to present before the state supreme court also fizzled out, her client having a change of heart which worked out. Seleme was a bit disappointed but in truth, many things changed after that night and her passion for that sort of success diminished.

  I do some stock trading and with my new ‘vision’ I’ve been able to create quite a sizable fortune in my own right yet still stay home with Seleme and the kids which in my heart is where I belong.

  In the end, a sort of peace was reached between all the vampire families. Although it would not be called friendship, no more lives have been lost since the uproar that followed Seleme’s turning. Everyone returned to their corners of the world and for at least a few years, none of our paths have crossed.

  “How are my favorite mini-vampires?”

  “Goooooood.” They both sing-song in unison.

  “Hey there.” Dimitri comes through, ruffling their heads as he passes. “How’s tricks?”

  I stand and shake his hand. “All is well.”

  He leans his head back and sniffs the air. “Seleme cooking again?”

  I smack him on the shoulder. “Stop.” I whisper.

  “Too late.” Her voice comes through from the kitchen, and I give Dimitri an I-told-you-so look. “I heard him.”

  “Sorry.” He offers, shrugging as he shoots me a sympathetic look. “How do you get away with anything?”

  “He doesn’t.” Seleme answers, and I give him a resigned smile.

  “What would I possibly need to get away with?” I look through into the kitchen, watching her with wonder at how I managed to land such a goddess, undead or not.

  “Beats me.” Dimitri concedes as the kids run in, dragging Anna by the hands.

  “Mommy, Daddy...” Raymond announces. “Anna said she has something to tell us, but she wants us all to hear.”

  Seleme turns and wipes her hand on a towel, then comes to stand next to me and I lean down and kiss her cheek.

  “Well.” Anna starts, looking at each of us. “Dimitri and I have some news.”

  Dimitri wraps his hand around Anna’s waist, looking like he’s just won the lottery.

  “What?” Seleme rests a hand on my chest and puts her other around my waist.

  “Something’s happened.” Dimitri’s voice is deep as he looks from Anna back to us. “With the Hasanovs.”

  I feel Seleme’s body tighten, and reply for us both. “What?”

  “It’s okay.” Anna adds. “It’s good news.”

  A beat of silence, then Seleme breaks the tension. “Stop with the theatrical pauses and tell us.”

  “We’re having a baby.” Anna smiles as her voice cracks, and Seleme and I look at each other in confusion, then back at Anna. “I mean, I’m not actually having a baby. But... there’s a baby. She was born to a turned vampire in New York, but after she turned... a similar situation to Seleme’s, although thankfully without all the moon-child craziness. The Hasanovs came to hear about it, but the mother and father were both killed in a freak accident the day after the child’s birth. Car accident. They ran into a tree which fractured and impaled both of them in the chest. The Hasanovs came to me, because they weren’t sure what to do. The mother had no vampire family. The child was an orphan, surely unable to fit in in the human world, so they hoped I might know what to do.” She shrugs, and Dimitri kisses her cheek.

  “We knew what to do, alright,” he says with a grin.

  “Really? You’re going to take the baby?”

  Anna nods. “Can you believe this shit?”

  Both the kids gasp and Anna starts to blush.

  “Sorry. I mean, can you believe it though?”

  “Mommy, she said a swear.” Avery looks up at Seleme.

  “I know, baby. It’s okay, grown-ups sometimes slip.”

  “Congratulations, man. When?” I reach my hand out to shake Dimitri’s again.

  “Tonight. That’s why we popped by. We wanted to come back here. I know your mom and dad are coming in. We wanted to share it with all of you. You are our family.”

  Both the kids start jumping up and own.

  “Yes!” Avery squeals. “I want to see the baby!”

  “I want to show the puppies the baby. They can all be friends!” Raymond adds.

  “Okay, okay.” Seleme lets me go and hugs Anna. “I’m so sorry for the parents that died, but this is the best news. We will be here waiting. We will set up a nursery in the guest suite. I still have so many of the kids’ things. It will be so much fun, won’t it?” Seleme looks to the kids who both jump and nod.

  “You know, you could have just called.” Raymond looks to Dimitri and Anna. “They have these things called phones. You don’t have to come walking through the walls whenever you want to tell us something.”

  Anna draws her brows together. “What fun would that be? Besides, cell phones are the devil. They steal your soul.” She looks down at the kids who look back with wide eyes.

  “We should be heading out.” Dimitri puts his hand on Anna’a back. “It’s a half hour trip and they are waiting.”

  “I’m so excited.” Anna makes her hands into fists in front of her chest. “I’m going to be a mom. After four-thousand, eight hundred and forty-six years!”

  “Hey!” Seleme narrows her eyes at her, then points a finger her way. “You do know how old you are.”

  Anna shrugs. “Of course I do. How could anyone lose count of how old they are?” She makes this ‘tsk’ sound, and Seleme shakes her head.

  “Okay, see you in a few hours.” Dimitri waves as they head to the front door.

  Anna heads for the wall, but he doesn’t let her hand go, opening the door and pulling her along behind. As they disappear into the night, we all gather around with a new joy in our eyes.

  “Ready to make up the new baby’s room?” Seleme looks at the kids and they nod vigorously.

  “Okay, but first...” I step toward the kitchen. “I think we have to deal with some food issues...”

  The kitchen is filled with smoke and Seleme makes a disgusted face. “Shoot. I did it again. Sorry kids, it’s Cheez-its and calves liver again.”

  “We’re not even hungry.” Raymond replies. “Are we?” He shoots a pointed glance at his sister who shakes her head in agreement.

  “Nope. Not even hungry.”

  Seleme tilts her head at them on a long exhale ready to reply but I’ve got other ideas for the moment.

  “Baby.” I whisper. “Just turn off the oven, take everything out. I’m going to get the kids settled in their playroom for a bit. You and I have to talk.”

  “Talk?” Raymond makes a disgusted sound. “You guys always have to go in your bedroom and talk. What do you even talk about?”

  Seleme turns and makes her way into the kitchen. “Grown up stuff. You would be bored, trust me.”

  “Fine.” He stomps toward the stairs, his sister following behind. “Grownups are weird.”

  “True.”

  I get them settled watching an old rerun of Wolfman in black and white, while they both play with Seleme’s dollhouse. Then I head for the bedroom, lighting some candles with the matches when I enter, because unlike the rest of my family I lack the ability to control fire.

  When Seleme comes through the door a few minutes later, I’m already naked. I grab her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder, enjoying the yelp I get in response.

  “You’ll never get over that, will you?” She laughs.

  “Nope. No one but me gets to throw you over their shoulder. I don’t want you to ever forg
et that.”

  I toss her on the bed as she giggles, and focus my mind on the tiny buttons down the front of her lace dress. As I reach down to stroke my already hard, leaking cock, each one begins to unfasten on its own. Then, when the dress falls open, Seleme rises onto her knees and lets it drop down her shoulders, off her arms, and with one direct focused thought, I drag it from her legs to leave her there naked, her red lips smiling at me as I jerk myself off to the sight of my beautiful little vamp.

  “Ass up. Head down. I’m in a mood.” I direct, and Seleme bites into her bottom lip. “Now.” I order, and she quickly assumes the position. “That’s my good girl. I only wish I could fuck another hundred babies into you.”

  “You can try. I like the trying part.”

  “Me too.” I agree on a growl as I step to the bed, crawl up behind her and line up my throbbing dick with her soaking opening.

  I slam into her in one thrust, making her gasp as her body clutches around me, rocking and roaring and growling until the bedding is in tatters and we’re both on the floor, Seleme straddling me as her fingernails dig into my chest.

  “That’s my girl. Show me how you make me happy. Fucking me, just how I like it. Your purpose. Your place. On my cock.”

  She arches her back, her tits pressing out, nipples hard as she cums, drenching my cock and balls as she screams my name and scores my flesh, drawing blood with her nails.

  I heal almost immediately, reaching up and flipping her over so she’s laying on the floor. Then I straddle her body, bringing my cock to her lips.

  “Open your mouth.” I grit out, fisting the hard steel shaft, slick with her juices as I jack it up and down, the skin pulling tight until I’m on the edge.

  Her lips part, her eyes narrow and my orgasm starts in my toes and races through me as jets of my cum spray into her open mouth, dripping from her lips, her tongue, her cheeks, until she’s a filthy mess of my seed, her eyes twinkling and her lips turned up in a loving smile.

  “Now rub it in.”

  Her hands are already moving, knowing what I like. I want her wearing me, inside and outside, every day for the rest of our lives.