Never Have A Vampire's Baby

by Jade White

  “Stop it. I don’t know what your game is but if you are attempting to seduce me into untagging you, it’s not going to happen. Let me think for a little bit.”

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  Rita couldn’t concentrate because Asher wasn’t wearing a shirt and that made her angry. He was trying to take her off her game, reminding her of the kiss, but she wouldn’t let him. She had to get him out of the basement. Greta had a perverse way of getting off on torture. She would have tried to screw him had she not been interrupted. It wouldn’t have been pleasant for Asher.

  Mom and Dad didn’t know about her strange little sexual obsession, but Rita had walked in on it more times than she wanted to admit.

  “My sister almost had your dick you know. She gets off on that shit.”

  “I knew she did! I could tell. What a little freak.”

  “Oh, so you’re intrigued by that, are you?”

  “Why, are you jealous?” Asher winked and wiggled uncomfortably in the chair.

  Rita wanted to unchain him and touch him more than anything. It’d been awhile since she’d dated or even kissed anyone and he really excited her. But he was a vampire and she was supposed to kill him by nature, so she had to figure out how to get him out of the house.

  “I am not jealous and I can’t wait to get you the hell out of here.” She walked over and started removing the chains trying to ignore the fact that her hands kept brushing against his bare skin. Once she’d unchained him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close.

  “Untag me, Rita, I’m going to starve to death.”

  She jerked away from him.

  “I know that’s not true. You can get blood.”

  “Tasting the blood of an animal is like eating a flank steak when you’re used to filet mignon.”

  “I like flank steak,” she said quietly.

  “I could trance you into kissing me, you know,” he said and she started.

  She hadn’t even thought about him trying to manipulate her thoughts. “You can’t with the tag.”

  He jumped up and moved quickly before she could stop him. There were tools that could remove the tag and he knew exactly where to go. They would allow him to dig beneath his skin and it would suck the tag to it like a magnet. She watched as he did just that, removing the tag and becoming a lot more dangerous. He moved back to her quickly and put one hand around her throat pushing her back to the wall. She could almost grab Greta’s hot stick, but he pinned her to the wall with his body. Every part of him was touching every part of her. His mouth was dangerously close to hers and he was breathing heavily.

  “I’m not someone who likes to be controlled, love. The sooner you realize that, the better off this relationship will be.”

  She tried to wiggle free from his grasp but he tightened his grip on her throat. “There is no relationship between us.”

  “I’m leaving, last chance for you to take me in your parent’s basement. How sexy would that be, eh?”

  She slapped him and he grabbed both her arms putting them above her head and leaning in to breathe in her ear. It was exciting and scary because she couldn’t move. Suddenly, his body convulsed and he yelled as he went to the floor. She looked around him to see that Greta had tased him and was laughing maniacally on the stair well. When Rita raised her eyebrows at her, Greta just shrugged and threw down the taser, exiting the basement as quickly as she came. Her sister either saved her or was listening to everything and had gotten jealous. It was really hard to tell which was going on. She bent down to see if he was conscious.

  She slapped his cheek. “Asher, Asher, get up. Stop screwing around.”

  He groaned and shook his head looking up at her. “I’m not screwing around, I just got electrocuted, Rita, it doesn’t necessarily make it easy to stand.”

  “Yeah, she got you good, that’s what you should think of next time you try to touch me.” Rita got up from the floor and walked over to the stairs trying to determine if Greta was still listening.

  Asher came up behind her and she felt his breath on her neck. “It would be worth still trying.”

  “Okay, you have to get out of my house, go. I'm supposed to keep you here, but I have no desire to get deep into this hunter thing. I’m a paralegal and I have to be at work in the morning.”

  With that, she walked up the stairs and left the door open. Her plan was to go into her room and wait for him to walk out the front door.

  He didn’t for a long time and she found herself wondering if maybe he went to her sister’s room, but finally, she saw him come out onto the lawn and wave at her like a smart ass as he left. She was angry with herself for allowing her weird lustful feelings to get in the way of her common sense. It was simply a horrible idea to think of the vampire as anything but that, a vampire who would kill her when he got the chance. She lay in bed and tossed and turned for an hour.

  Finally, she decided she needed to do something to relax and went back down into the basement. She took her large sword off the wall. It had been passed down to her by her grandmother who’d used it to cut a lot of vampires heads off. As she started to practice her fighting, swinging the sword around and imagining an opponent good with sword play, she saw Victor’s face.

  Every time she practiced fighting or martial arts, he would pop up. She let the memory come into her mind because it was going to help her with her fighting practice, and help her make the decision to only focus on her normal un-extraordinary job instead of hunting again. There was no reason for her to start to hunt again and bring back in the negative energy that surrounded it all. Victor had been a sweet man, she was eighteen and still learning about the world.

  At that point in her life, she’d not thought anything about there being evil in the world, she’d wanted to find out more about him from the moment she met him. She didn't realize he’d been stalking their family for months and that he wasn’t one of the good guys. He was attractive and played music at the local bar. He could have any woman in the world he’d wanted, and he’d chosen her.

  It was late after a hunt. They’d tagged about four separate vampires. She’d snuck right out of the house, after everyone was asleep, to see him. She was sucked in by his eyes and his essence. There was nothing she could do to get away from him, she thought she was completely in love. Vampires can manipulate the brain if you look into their eyes; they can make you feel safe when you aren’t and lust when it’s not there. Rita knew all of that, and she didn’t think for one minute that was what was happening between her and Victor. They hadn’t lived in the town they were in for a long time. It was before the council had really taken notice of her parent’s work and put them in the hot spot that was Manchester, Wisconsin.

  She’d waited outside the bar after his set, having not been able to drink, but the owner didn’t care if she listened to the band and sat inside. He had pointed at her as he signed napkins for a bunch of girls and gestured for her to wait for him.

  “It’s a beautiful night, little girl, why don’t you spend some time with me.”

  Rita heard his voice and it was like her whole body turned liquid. Heat spread throughout her body and his voice did things to her that her high school boyfriends couldn’t do to her with their fingers.

  “Okay,” she didn’t know how to speak to him. All she could do was stare up at him.

  He wrapped an arm around her waist and turned so her back was against the bar. He bent down and ran his lips over her jaw and up to her mouth, nipping her with a fang. She tasted her own blood as he sucked her lower lip and for a minute, she felt panic, but then looked into his eyes again. The panic subsided and she let him kiss her. It wasn’t until his hand was under her shirt and beneath her bra that she realized they had an audience and she was moaning loudly. She gasped and tried to push him away, causing him to laugh.

  “Come on, we’ll go somewhere together.”

  They did; they went to his apartment. It was on the very bottom floor of the building. She felt like she was in some short of cave beneat
h the city and he led her to the bed. For another moment, that panicky feeling came to her again and then he put a finger under her chin and made her look into those gorgeous eyes and she was lost again.

  “What are you doing to me, Victor?” she asked feeling tired and loopy from the lust coursing through her body.

  Her skin vibrated with anticipation of his touch and heat pooled in her abdomen as he brought both hands to her face and kissed her. She wasn’t able to move. He laid her down and tied both her hands to the bedpost. Once she was secure, he moved his lips down her neck and bit her.

  “No wait, no biting,” she tried to tell him, but he’d already done it.

  The blood was flowing from her neck into his mouth. It was impossible to move and she didn’t want it to happen anymore. She was truly terrified and he continued to drink. She started to cry so he pulled away and looked into her eyes again and she forgot she was scared. He took her body and drank from her while he screwed her. She didn’t have any power, and most of the time, she thought it was what she wanted. It would only be apparent to her that she was being manipulated when he’d leave her tied to the bed. It went on for days and in between taking her body, he would ask questions about her family, the hunters, the order, and everything. He wanted information. Rita had given it to him and she’d given him her body. He’d not had to take it. He’d simply had to look into her eyes.

  One day, after a long questioning, her father burst into the lair and shot Victor. He was so angry he hadn’t taken the normal precautions or given the vampire a fair chance; he’d killed him. Rita was traumatized. She needed to leave, so the order moved them to their current home and she tried to put those days of no control behind her.

  Chapter Four

  Asher was free to go forth and bite whom he wanted now, but he was tired instead of hungry. He headed back to his crypt to sleep it off and regroup. It had been a very confusing night and he wasn’t sure what to think of the vampire hunter that didn’t want to hunt vampires.

  When he entered the front of his crypt something large slammed into him and he crashed painfully into the wall. He looked up to see someone he’d dealt with before. A large mountain lion named Tater. If there was a shifter mafia, then Tater was the muscle and it wasn’t going to fare well for him. Jessie was there too, sitting on his bed. Clearly, his threats earlier to pay his ex-wife hadn’t sat well with him and he’d called in the big guns. There was another guy he didn’t recognize standing beside Jesse with a snake tattoo up the side of his throat. The forked tongue extended up onto his cheek. This guy moved forward and knocked him back down as he struggled to get up.

  “Hey there Tater, long time no see.” He nodded to the other guys. “Jesse, Snake Man.”

  “If you’re going to be working in this area, and fucking with people who work for Grant, then you’re going to pay him.” Tater was standing over him and Asher had a feeling he was going to kick him. Grant would be the equivalent of a mafia boss in the shifter world, and one Asher had been involved with before. “You aren't going to get away with this shit anymore. I want 50,000 or I'm going to kill your girlfriend.” He picked Asher up and threw him against the wall again.

  Asher sat up and rubbed his head. "I don't have a girlfriend. What are you even talking about?"

  “You were outside her house. You can’t pretend with us, we can shift remember. Larry here saw everything from her yard.”

  Snake guy was Larry, that wasn’t a name he would have picked for him.

  “Why would you think I had 50,000 just lying around?" That was a ludicrous amount for even him. “I get just enough money from my services to pay my crypt keeper.”

  “Wait, he's called a crypt keeper?” Tater was yelling right in his ear, and he nodded. The three men laughed loudly, confusing him.

  “And to keep myself comfortable. I don't have that much money.”

  “You don't, but those hunters do. They have access to the orders funds and you can easily manipulate them into giving it to you. That's especially true of your little hunter whore.”

  Asher's face grew hot and he rushed forward at the large man, getting knocked back on his ass.

  “You're a real big man with these brutes, Jesse. Wish they could have seen you pissing your pants and leaving your girl for me to fuck."

  Jesse ran forward and kicked Asher, yelling in his face, “She was a gutter slut anyway.”

  “Still a good fuck,” Asher screamed after them as they walked out of his home.

  Tater grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up. “You have until Saturday to get the money from them or I'll kill her.”

  Asher lay on the floor for a while before jumping up and starting to pack his stuff. He would leave town. This was a network of shifters that could have him killed by a number of people in their employ, including other vampires. He didn't need to mess with that. If he left though, Rita would be in danger. She could fend for herself, or at least he thought she could. Maybe they'd just forget about their promise to kill her.

  She just wanted to be a paralegal and with one kiss, he'd destroyed her life. He couldn't leave. After he threw some of his things and broke several, he decided to try and sleep. They wouldn't make their move right away. Part of him thought maybe he could find enough work to make it. He did have a meeting the next evening with a potential client. Maybe he could raise his prices. These thoughts helped him go to sleep and he slept deep into the next day, awakening with a start. The events of the night before came back to him and he groaned, wishing he could just go back to sleep but he needed to eat.

  There were willing donors the general population didn't know about. Women and men who got off on letting vampires suck their blood. That was the easiest way for him to eat. So he got up and showered. The little cave had everything he needed.

  At some point, his crypt keeper had turned the graveyard into a moneymaking factory, putting bedrooms and plumbing in the crypts just for vampires. They had two exits and if you went through the back, you entered a whole other world beneath the city where people lived and donors came to hang out at all hours.

  The tunnels were set up like a city, so there was a bar, and shops, with a sidewalk going through everything. There was a street, but only one bus that came in and went back out to bring those who wanted a taste of the underbelly into the folds of darkness. When Asher moved into the city, it was buzzing with people, even though it was only three o’clock in the afternoon. Beneath the city, it was perpetually dark and the nighttime never stopped.

  Immediately, some women standing in front of a store started to yell at him. “Hey baby, come over here and have a taste.”

  These were the lower class of the donors. They stood on the street like hookers pedaling their blood. Often, they were drug addled and gross, so he usually avoided them. He was headed to the place where the elite donors were. They were the upper class of the underworld, the rich girls who liked to come to the dark side to get back at daddy or shed their good girl images. Those were the girls that tasted the best.

  He made his way to the lounge they hung out in and walked through the front door. He was surprised the first thing he saw was Lorraine Higgins. This was a girl he had a strange history with and she was a shifter.

  “Asher, darling, my father wants you dead, I hear.” She stood to hold her arms out to him. Wearing an evening gown with a slit up the side to her hip, it dipped deep in the front to reveal her very perky breasts. She was gorgeous and dangerous. He moved to her and allowed her to put her arms around him and kiss his cheek.

  “Lorraine, you look gorgeous as usual. Yes, it seems somehow I’ve gotten onto Grant’s radar again.”

  “Would you like to taste the blood of your enemy,” she said in a sultry voice as she leveled her golden eyes on his.

  His fangs shot out without prompting and he moved towards her. She leaned back on the couch and allowed him to kiss her lips licking a fang with her tongue. One of his hands made his way up her thigh and squeezed before he moved to k
iss her neck. His fingers moved up and under her dress as he sunk his teeth into her flesh. The blood that shot into his mouth was shifter sweet and half human light. She was a perfect combination of both, thanks to her human mother, and he was in heaven. He let his fingers continue to pleasure her to distract her from the slight pain his fangs were giving. She moaned and moved beneath him until they were both finished then he pulled away both his fangs and his fingers. She leaned over and kissed him long and hard, turning him on.

  He would never have Lorraine though. She was strictly a finger bang and a good drink.

  “Why did I pop up on his radar, Lorraine. What have I done any differently that I haven’t done for the past several years?”

  “You threatened his precious illegitimate son, Jesse,” she whispered. It was obvious she didn’t care for her brother, but he was shocked. He hadn’t picked up shifter on Jesse at all.

  “That little shit is a shifter?”

  “He’s not. He didn’t get the gene, so he’s purely human, but he works for dear old dad so he probably went crying to him as soon as you said he had to pay alimony. What a little shit he is.” Lorraine’s eyes turned cold and Asher sat back to process the information she’d just given to him.

  “Well, that’s just great. Did that wife of his know who he was when she made me go after him?”

  “I doubt that very seriously. That woman was kept in the dark about everything. She’s lucky their kids aren’t shifters. They still honestly might be.”

  “That will come as a shock, won’t it. Are you good for another round or should I find another donor?”

  “No, darling, you know I’m always good for another taste. Take your time with me. I’ll touch you, if you want. Let’s go to a more private location.”

  Two hours later, Asher had shockingly finally had Lorraine Higgins twice. She was phenomenal and he was completely satisfied. She had told him it would never happen again so he better drink it all up and enjoy it. He couldn’t help but wonder if her father would be steaming mad when he found out, if he found out. Asher certainly wasn’t going to tell him.