Alpha Vampire Romance: Vampire’s Mate (Paranormal Shapeshifter Alpha Demon Vampire Romance) (Coming of Age Werewolf BBW Shifter Women’s Fiction Short Stories)

by Rebecca Abbott

  “Do not be too hasty Typhoon. She is a woman of extremes. Extreme desires can make for extreme doubts. She also is an intelligent woman however. Wherever she is I am sure she is learning more about herself right now than she ever has,” the elf said.

  “Do you think she will be back, and not leave?” Ty asked the elf with a growl.

  “I think it is possible. She is too smart not to realize it, and when put to the test that woman always ends up where she should be.” He turned to Typhoon.

  The Dragon snarled, and said, “If we are wrong then she gets away, goes out into the world with knowledge of us as well as stones given to her by the Professor. We cannot stand that!”

  “I do not begrudge the woman the gift. She is the one to truly appreciate those stones, whether here or there. It was freely given with no strings,” the Professor said humbly from the other side of the gathering.

  “It does not matter. I have the duty to keep these things from happening and I now have to go get her. Then she must be confined until we can be sure of her loyalty to the valley. I have no choice,” he proclaimed and everyone was silent, watching him.

  Sapphira saw Christy and Matt looking worried along with everyone else. She had caught her breath and told herself, now or never dummy. She stepped forward, up next to the elf who had spoke for her.

  “No need Typhoon. I came back,” she said, dropping her pack on the ground. It squished, soaked in syrup as she was. Everyone stared at her and the dragon’s eyes were the fiercest. To avoid him a moment more she turned to the elf from the grove.

  “Did you hear me coming?” she asked. He smiled slightly and shrugged with a wink. His humor bolstered Sapphira and she walked towards Typhoon the Dragon in all his rage. She tried to adjust her sticky clothing and hair but it was not working so she gave up. Let them see her at her worst, she decided.

  “I came back,” she said stopping in front of the dragon.

  “Why did you leave?” he growled.

  “I was afraid,” she answered.

  “Of what?” he asked

  “Of myself. I realized this almost at the top, near the rim, before I turned back. I ran here to tell you, to tell everyone, what I attempted,” she said.

  His eyes locked with hers and for the first time she knew the reason to avoid looking in a dragon’s eyes. They consumed her.

  Typhoon saw everything about her. There was nothing about her he did not know in an instant. Unfortunately she too saw everything about herself. Her greed and stubbornness. Her greed and laziness. It was all there for her to recognize and she accepted it. She had always known those things about herself. Then she saw her fear and it was him. Love. She loved him. It caused her to tremble in fear, but it was too late to back out now. She heard his voice in her head.

  “Tell them all now, release your fear. It must be done to complete the healing of your soul my Princess Desire!” His voice was sounded human in her head. He released her eyes and she turned to face the silent audience for her shame.

  “I was afraid of me, because I am in love. I was running from it,” she began. She realized another piece as well.

  “I have fallen in love with this valley and all of you, too. That scared me. Despite my every need and desire being met with kindness and a good heart I felt I had to leave. I came back because I want it. As well as him,” she said, turning to point at the dragon who had shrunk back down to being Ty the human while her back was turned.

  His smile almost lit up the night with the stars as he came forward and put his arm around her. The crowd cheered and congratulated her. As they quieted down Ty removed his arm that had became sticky touching her. She blushed and looked down at herself. She was covered in syrup and her clothes were bunched and ridiculous-looking. Her hair was a sticky mess and even her face was covered. The audience shouted the question too.

  “What happened, what happened?”

  Sapphira sighed. They did like a good tale.

  “I was running back here and as I was going by the maple syrup barn I ran into a barrel that overturned on me,” she admitted.

  “That’s what happened to it!” she heard and saw Hardcore slap his forehead. He was a big man who did love his syrup.

  “So how was it?” he asked. Everyone laughed. Sapphira licked her lips and gave him a thumbs up. Ty licked his fingers and agreed.

  “You best yet,” he told the man.

  “Yes, we have confirmation. My next batch of Maple Beer will be done in a month!” That got a cheer, mostly from the dwarves, and laughter. She realized an impromptu party was being started around them in celebration and she tried to brush off her arms, watching the crowd.

  “You will get used to your desires darling,” Ty told her. She hugged him

  “Will I get used to always ending up covered in food?” she asked jokingly.

  “If that is what your desire. I stand ready to lick you clean whenever you need it,” he promised. This was going to be an interesting life, Sapphira thought.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 3 of 25

  Biker Routine

  I never liked motorcycles. I didn’t like motorcycles the same way I didn’t like tattoos or leather jackets or drugs. To me, they were trashy, things that people in another, more dangerous world indulged in. Not me.

  I even stayed away from drinking if I could help it. It was not just the thought of losing control I didn’t like. It was also the taste of alcohol. The bitter, burning sting it caused as it flowed down my throat was not in any way relaxing or cathartic.

  Needless to say, I was not the kind of girl you would take to dance clubs. I was not the kind of girl you could feel up and maybe take home to have sex with. But, if anyone thought I was a sweet, compliant bookworm who would be content as a housewife in the kitchen, they’d have been wrong about that.

  I was a nurse, and definitely not the sexy kind. More the busy kind. My brown, natural hair was always pulled back in a tight, functional bun. As I worked around the ill and dying all day, there was no need to wear makeup. Hospital food and lack of time to exercise did nothing for my figure. I wasn’t exactly a blob, but I wasn’t a size zero by any means, either.

  And I wasn’t content to stay a nurse. I was studying hard at med school at night to become a general practitioner and open my own practice. But studying took up even more time than nursing already did. So, in the little free time I had, I sleep.

  There was no time for going out, no time for socialization and definitely no time to mess around with guys. None of that. So I definitely didn’t have a boyfriend.

  Anyway, one night in October, I was sitting at the coffee table in my little townhouse. I had just gotten off an eight-hour shift one hour before. I’d hoped to get two hours of studying for the medical exam in before bed. But when I started, I found that my eyes were blurry. I couldn’t focus.

  It was ten o’clock and I’d only gotten halfway through. I was about to give up and go to bed when I heard a knock at the door.

  I froze. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Indeed, I hardly ever had visitors to my place. Mostly because I was hardly ever here.

  I thought of pretending I wasn’t here. There were no windows beside the front door, after all. The door was locked. Anyone could easily assume that I was either in bed or away from home.

  Then, I heard the knocking again. This time it lasted longer and sounded more desperate. My mood switched quickly from annoyance to fear.

  I knew the statistics. Women were most likely to be assaulted at home and, when that home was close to a college campus (as mine was) the risk increased tenfold.

  The knocking changed to a pounding on the door and I ran to my purse. I was deciding whether I should grab my phone to call 911 first or grab hold of my mace in case the insane knocker broke the door down.

  “Kayla! Kayla, please! Open the door!”

  I knew that voice though I hadn’t heard it in almost a year.

  All the same, I ran quickly to the door and peeked through the
spyhole.

  “Heath?!” I exclaimed, opening the door and looking my stepbrother over. He looked as though he’d just been to hell and come back.

  His shoulder-length black hair, which he usually took great pride in, now looked matted. His narrow, thin face was sweaty and his swirling gray eyes, normally brimming with an arrogant sort of pride, now looked fearful, almost terrified.

  My eyes were drawn to his right arm. Just above the colorful sleeve tattoo, he was clutching his large bicep and grimacing in pain. I could see a hint of blood under his hand and between his fingers.

  “You’ve got to help me, Kayla, please!” he said. “They’re coming, there’s no one else.”

  “Get in,” I said, quickly grabbing him by his free arm and dragging him into the house.

  I closed the door forcefully behind me as I rushed him to the couch and, shoving my books off of it, moved him to lie down.

  “They...they didn’t follow me. I don’t think they followed me...not sure,” he was muttering incoherently as I laid him down. I was beginning to feel more afraid than I had been when I thought I was about to be assaulted by a pervert.

  I’d never seen Heath look so vulnerable. Heath was always confident. Often to the point of arrogance and stupidity.

  I remembered the day we first met. Two months before our parents’ wedding, he introduced himself. I remember staring at him and thinking about how incredibly handsome he was. But, that was before he spoke.

  “Look, I know you probably want to kiss me. But, we’re going to be family pretty soon. So, it’s not really allowed,” he’d said, before winking at me.

  I was only fourteen but, I knew enough not to be charmed by the sixteen-year-old. No matter how handsome I thought he was. I gave him a snarky reply which he blew off.

  And that’s been our relationship since. Him hitting on me ill-advisedly. Me turning him down.

  But now, this Heath, this vulnerable terrified man, more of a boy really; I didn’t know him at all.

  Once he was lying down, I pried his hand away from the arm he was clutching.

  When I did, I saw copious amounts of blood flowing from what was, very obviously a bullet wound.

  “Heath,” I said staring at it a moment in shock, “what...what the hell happened?”

  “Never mind about that,” he said. His tone was more forceful now. More like the tone I knew.

  “How bad is it?” he asked instead.

  I took a closer look at the wound. While it was clear a bullet had nicked his skin, it did not look like it had lodged in his arm.

  “You’ll be okay,” I said, “I just need to clean it and get you a compress. You shouldn’t get up from the couch for a while.”

  I moved from my spot next to him on the couch towards my medical bag.

  “That’s good,” Heath said as I unzipped the bag and rooted around for a compress and alcohol swabs, “‘cause I’ll need to lay low here for a couple of days.”

  “What?” I asked, dropping one of the swabs back into the back and turning around to face him.

  Tending to a family member, making sure he was okay was one thing. But letting him stay with me...

  “No,” I answered. “Absolutely not.”

  “Kayla, come on!” he said now clearly frustrated, “it’s a lousy two days then I’ll be out of your hair.”

  “Yeah, that’s what you said to your dad a year ago,” I answered, “you ended up staying a month and taking off with one hundred dollars.”

  “He’d said I could have some money,” Heath said defensively, but I wasn’t buying it.

  “If you’re in such dire straits why didn’t you go to your dad for help?” I asked. Marvin, Heath’s dad, had helped his son out of multiple jams before even though my Mom tried to tell him that he needed to be a lot firmer with his son. Marvin, it seemed, never had the heart to turn Heath down.

  “I called,” Heath said, “your mom won’t let him take me in. Absolutely put her foot down.”

  “Good for her,” I snapped at him. “It’s about time somebody did.”

  He at least seemed to have the self-awareness to look away from me when I said that, a blush coloring his cheeks.

  Heath seemed to know that he had taken advantage of his father for years. And, what was more, for the first time, he looked utterly ashamed of that fact.

  “Look,” Heath said, “I know you don’t like me. I know you never have but...believe me. I wouldn’t be here if I had anywhere else to turn. Please, Kayla. Just a couple of days. That’s all.”

  I looked at him, his eyes downcast. A guilty knot formed in my stomach.

  Oh, don’t get me wrong. I still remembered all the times Heath had let us all down. It was something he’d been doing since I met him when we were both in High School.

  First, he’d been arrested for drinking and driving when he was sixteen. Then he’d been suspended for smoking pot in the restroom his senior year. As soon as he turned eighteen, he left school altogether and started taking up with the worst kind of criminals.

  Marvin and my mom had bailed him out of jail more than a handful of times.

  But, then I also remembered the good things he’d done. He gave a beautiful speech at our parents wedding all about how his dad was the best man he would ever know. He’d gotten mom’s medicine for her and even cooked dinner when she had the flu.

  And then there was the time my first boyfriend dumped me for some blonde cheerleader. Heath caught up with him after class and beat him down until he had two black eyes. All the while screaming about how no one treats his sister like that.

  All this, combined with his pitiable, forlorn look softened my stance. At least a bit.

  “You can stay one night,” I said.

  “And tomorrow I’m getting kicked out to the curb?” he answered in a sullen almost child-like voice.

  “Tomorrow,” I began gently, “I’ll call around and see if I can find somewhere else for you to stay.”

  “Like where?” he asked derisively.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe I can get mom to change her mind. Until then, we need to get that arm taken care of. Then you need to rest.”

  I moved back over to the couch alcohol swabs and compress in hand.

  “I’ll need to move my bike into the garage,” he said as I began wiping the blood on his arm. I was lucky, very lucky to find a townhome with an attached garage. They were difficult to get.

  “Where is it now?” I asked.

  “By the curb,” he answered.

  “Not exactly lying low, are you?” I asked. Anybody who had been chasing Heath would clearly be able to recognize his bright red bike standing starkly on my front lawn.

  “I didn’t have time to move it anywhere else,” he said weakly.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I said, now placing the compress on his bicep. “I’ll go take care of it.”

  “Thanks,” he said.

  “Don’t mention it,” I answered, finishing the last tape on the compress. Suddenly, I felt the hand on his wounded arm come up and weakly cover mine. I looked up to find that his gray eyes were staring at me intently.

  “I mean it, Kayla,” he said urgently. “Thank you. For everything.”

  My heart started to beat a million miles an hour in my chest and I felt like I was fourteen again, spotting Heath for the first time.

  Suddenly, my mind was back to the vague fantasies about him that I had to push aside.

  Fantasies that involved the broad hand that was holding mine as well as the rest of his body. His entire body covering me, his hands groping and his lips kissing and sucking and…

  I pulled my hand out from under his and, with a forced half smile said, “You should be okay for tonight. Just sleep there and I’ll go take care of your bike.”

  Without waiting for him to say anything more, I headed out of the living room and to the door in the kitchen that lead to the dark garage. Once there, I leaned up against the wall and took two deep breaths.

&
nbsp; I didn’t know if I would be able to control these stupid fantasies while Heath and I were sleeping under the same roof.

  I told myself it was only for one night. Surely I could contain my errant mind for the next eight hours.

  But, as I remembered placing my hand on Heath’s firm bicep, his warm hand covering mine, I began to doubt that when morning came, I would have any control left at all.

  *****

  “Look, Mom,” I said on the phone. “It’s different this time. He’s hurt, he doesn’t have anywhere else to go.”

  I’d called my Mom as soon as I woke up that morning, just after getting dressed in my scrubs for my morning shift.

  As I suspected, rather sexual dreams of Heath had filled my sleeping hours and I was anxious to get him out of the house before my previously repressed desires got out of hand.

  “Kayla,” Mom said, her voice dripping with weary exasperation, “if he’s as injured as you say he is, why doesn’t he just go to the hospital?”

  “He won’t tell me,” I answered. “But I know that he’s scared, mom. I’ve never seen him this scared before. I think he’s really in trouble.”

  “What is she saying about Heath?” I heard my stepdad Marvin’s voice in the background of the call.

  “Don’t worry, Marvin,” Mom called back to him, “if he’s really in trouble he can get himself help.”

  “Mom,” I answered, “I can’t keep him here. I’ve got my big exam in two days. I’m running day shifts at the hospital all this week—”

  “He’s a big boy, Kayla,” Mom said. “He can take care of himself.”

  In the background of the call, I heard Marvin mutter something that sounded a lot like ‘couldn’t we..?’

  “No, Marvin,” I heard Mom clearly though she had moved her voice away from the speaker. “He needs to learn how to clean up his own mess.”