Bloody Vows

by J. E Hanson

  Rosalie giggles from the loud grunts, “MJ is a lesbian. I guess there are gays, and lesbians in all walks of life.”

  After we hear another loud moan, we glance at each other giggling, “I actually hope that one day they will marry. Sean and Louie make a great couple.”

  Willow helps me find a few wedding dresses. One of the dresses astounds me. This dress has gold pearls at the bottom. The top needs major renovation, but I love the bottom. The top has sleeves, but I want a sleeveless wedding gown.

  Willow points, “You can always ask Sean to cut the sleeves off. He can turn it into a sleeveless wedding dress.”

  I feel a bit unsure. The thirty minutes of patiently waiting for Sean and Louie to return, passes by. Their hair is a mess. I ignore their current hairstyles, and then I point at the three dresses to see if he could make them sleeveless. Sean takes out the order form, and then he jots down what I want. I am still not completely happy with any of the dresses. I remain on a quest to find that perfect wedding dress. We left together, and then we head for my car.

  Willow takes the passenger’s seat next to me, and Rosalie sits in the back. The seat belt snaps in tightly. I am okay after the engine fires up. That is until the paparazzi storms my vehicle. They are taking pictures left and right. They are beating on the hood of my car. I am wearing shades, but the shades are not helping. I attempt to pull out a few times, but a few people block me from exiting.

  Willow directs me, “They will have to move, so ease out slowly. They will not be that stupid.”

  Rosalie yells out the window at them to back up. The flashes of light, causes me to remember hanging from the ceiling in silver chains. The flashes of the light, also reminds me of the electroshock Reno gave me. I instantly have a panic attack. Rosalie finally witnesses firsthand the aftershocks of what it feels like to be Reno’s prisoner. She watches me gasp for air from around my neck.

  She yells at Willow, “She is panicking, Willow. What do I do now?”

  Willow hits the panic alarm in my car. She leans over, and she holds me in her arms, “You are safe now, Jeannie. You will be okay. The guys are on their way. Stay with me, Jeannie.”

  Rosalie takes out tissues to wipe my face. The bloody tears continue to stream down my cheeks.

  “I am here with you, and I have some pretty awesome snapping capabilities. I promise you, that you are safe with me. I have no idea what you have been through, but we are here for you, Jeannie,” Rosalie tries to comfort me.

  Christian throws the paparazzi off my door. He opens my car door, and he reaches out to me. He unsnaps my seat belt, and then he picks me up. Ian jumps in my place. He takes me home in three minutes, and then we sit inside his bedroom.

  I hug him tightly, “Please don’t leave me!”

  I can feel his protective embrace wrap around me, “I promise not to go anywhere today. I love you, Princess. Do you want to talk to me about what happened today?”

  Sophia hands me a mug of warm blood. I am able to stabilize after ten minutes of panicking. I take a few more sips, “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

  “I demand to know what he did to you. You need to talk about this. It is not healthy for you to keep burying it.”

  Rosalie shows up later, “Is she okay, Christian?”

  I jerk my head up, “I am okay. I just feel a little stressed out. I am fine, I promise.”

  Rosalie walks toward me, “That was not fine. You had a complete meltdown back there. I assume that this has to do with your capture last year.”

  I jump out of bed, “I would tell you, but it will give you nightmares. I am not comfortable talking about what happened to me those couple of months. I will talk to all of you about the wedding, but my capture is off limits to everyone. If you don’t mind, I need to visit my grandfather. I am sorry that I’m not feeling very sociable today, Rosalie.”

  Christian tries to block my exit, “You will have to face this sooner or later, Jeannie. Stop running from this! Let me in! I can help you!”

  I managed to step around him, “I need to clear my mind right now. I have to visit my grandfather. Please don’t stand in my way!”

  I run out the bedroom door, and then I bolt down the stairs. The Enforcers return, and they are standing in the foyer. I run through the men, and out the front door. My abrupt departure catches them off guard. Erik and Charlie are the only ones who catch me. I hop in the driver’s seat. They managed to jump in my car in a blur.

  I turn around to my new passengers, “You guys need to get out right now!”

  Erik shakes his head, “Sorry, but not in the condition you’re in right now. Where are you going, Princess?”

  I shift my car into second gear, and storm out the gates. I manage to drive on the road at top speed. “I have her Chris, and I will give you my full report later,” Erik ends his phone call with Chris.

  “Your speed is a little bloody high. Don’t you think you ought to slow down a little, darling?” Charlie adds more fuel to the fire.

  I refuse to slow down until I pull in grandpa’s driveway. Papa is already standing on his steps with his arms crossed. He will yell at me for speeding. I place my car in park, and then I run to Papa. This takes him off guard, but he is already expecting me. I run into in his arms.

  He holds me, “Christian informed me that you are heading this direction. What is wrong my child?”

  I gasp for air, “She was supposed to be my sister! How could she do that to me? How could she be so heartless? We grew up together! How could she let them do that to me? How could she be so cold? I loved and trusted her, Papa! She was supposed to be there for me! I am so angry right now! We were supposed to be a family! Family never does that to one another! She killed my baby! She let Reno do that to me! I am so sorry for repeating myself. But, I just want to know why!”

  Papa hears the agony in my voice. He continues to hold me tightly in his arms, while he strokes my hair, “I don’t know, Jeannie. I honestly don’t understand either.”

  He sits us on his steps, and then he cradles my head on his lap. He continues to toy with my hair, but he allows me to unleash my anger and pain, “I thought she would be the one person, who would always have my back! She was supposed to be my maid of honor, as she promised years ago! I don’t even know her anymore! She crushed me from what she did to me! She did this in an unforgivable way! She kicked me in the stomach so many times, which I lost count! I tried to block her, but I was already hurting from the sun, electroshock, and starvation! I just wanted to live! She toyed with me mockingly! She said that she would protect me. She lied! I begged her to stop, but she refused to listen to me! She made out with that pig right in front of me! She was cackling mercilessly at me, as if I were some kind of a joke—or even a game! How could she be so cruel?”

  He wraps his arms around me, “I am so sorry, my child, and I had no idea! I am so angry. I am unable to erase your painful memories. I had no idea what you went through. I hope that one day, we will all understand. I am equally, as disgusted with Ava, as you are. I hope we have our answers to why she did what she did soon enough. She is equally as evil, as her husband.”

  Charlie quickly pecks my cheek, “Oh, darling! I hate seeing you like this! Chris is so upset over this. I will assert that even I had no bloody idea what you went through in order to survive. When Chris made me, I still had my own thoughts. I still had control over myself without his influence. Ava bloody well did this on her own. Your bloody sister is majorly whacked!”

  Erik stops talking on his phone, “What Charlie says is true. When Alexander turned me, I still had control over my own impulses, and my own thoughts. Were you always in the spotlight as a child?”

  The question he poses to me was never an issue, “My sister was actually the one in the spotlight. My mom had issues with me. Now I know why. She was always furious with me, once my allergies surfaced. My sister was the cheerleader. She received a brand new car for her sixteenth birthday. My sister was the one, who my mom introduced
to her friends. I was nothing, but a bitter disappointment to my mom. I guess she hoped that I would disappear—or magically turn into a normal person. I was not even close to normal. She practically worshipped the ground Ava walked on.”

  Erik hands me a handkerchief to blow my nose, “How did your father treat you as a child?”

  I stop talking about my mother, and I smile affectionately, when our conversation switches to my dad, “My father was daddy to me. He worked tons of hours as a doctor. He was adopted, so he was unable to tell me anything about his family. His adoptive parents were killed in a car accident, before I was born. Daddy did everything he could to counteract what my mom did to me through the years. My dad protected me the best way possible. While my mom would constantly brag about Ava, my daddy would brag about something I accomplished at school. I loved my daddy very much. This is sad to reveal, but I miss him more than my own mother.”

  They try to take my mind off my sister. I knew this is what they are accomplishing.

  Papa prods, “What happened in Romania? I need to know, Jeannie. What did Reno and Khan do to you?”

  “Please don’t make me talk about this right now. I am supposed to marry Christian at the end of this month. I want to move on, and I want to forget what they did to me,” I plead with him.

  He holds me against his chest, “This will come out sooner—or later. You cannot keep going like this. I am not upset. You have to remain reasonable with Christian. He is a patient vampire, but even his patience wears a little thin. You must learn to keep a line of communication open with him. I know it hurts, but you should never allow Ava to continue to control your life. There will come a day, when Ava will make you choose between the people you love and her. I fear she will blind you, and you will spare her existence just because of who she once was. Please try to keep her cruelty at the forefront. I love you always, but please return to Chris. He is frightfully upset, my child.”

  I peck papa’s gaunt cheek goodbye. Erik takes my car keys, and then he points to the backseat of my car. I follow the two Enforcers to my car, and they make sure I buckle in. The drive is peaceful, considering Erik also speeds. He whips my car around all the sharp S-curves. Charlie and Erik immerse in their conversation about hockey. They love that sport above all others. After driving for thirty minutes, he applies the brakes roughly. He pushes the green button and the gates to the castle open. The driveway that was once bumpy and rough is now smooth. They keep the driveway in excellent condition. He pulls into the garage, and he parks my car, but he keeps my keys. I trail behind them with my head down, while walking back inside the castle.

  Chapter 9

  The castle is very quiet. Nobody utters anything to anyone. Charlie points upstairs. I know Chris is up there. After sighing, I take the long ascension to his office. I nervously stand in front of his door. I can hear him barking orders to someone over the phone. My nerves tell me to run in a different direction. Charlie follows right behind me, and then he opens the office door for me. Christian’s face reveals that he is angry, but he yells in the phone with his back facing the door. My fiancé now wears ebony dress slacks and a coral tennis shirt. This has to be a bad time to talk to him. His anger courses through my veins. Charlie closes the door to leave us alone together.

  I watch him slam the phone down on the receiver. His action causes me to jump a couple feet. He refuses to face me, as he keeps his back to me. This definitely is not a good sign. I wait for the firestorm, knowing that he is upset with me.

  He finally turns around, “I am informing you that running away is never a great idea. I really do not appreciate the fact that you drove off in anger. I am truly upset in which you felt the need to run to your grandfather, instead of trusting me with your feelings. Do you even trust me?” he turns around, and he leans over his desk.

  I peer over at him, “I am sorry, Christian. I was out of my mind, and I don’t even know how to make it up to you. I am also sorry for not telling you what happened to me in Romania. I am not ready to tell you yet. Please know that I love you very much, and I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship. I just needed to get out. I will never drive off overly emotional ever again. Please tell me, how can I make it up to you?”

  He quickly strolls over to me, and he leans his head down. He mashes my lips passionately with his, “The apology is an excellent start. How do you plan on making it up to me?”

  I mischievously start to undress him, “Well, I want to start off by worshiping your body. I can show you a few extra ways, if you like.”

  He ferociously kisses my lips, and he yanks my tank off. I undress him, and nibble on his bare chest, as I kick my shoes off. He grins at the attention he is receiving, “If you start it… you better finish it.”

  I unbutton his pants, and yank them off those athletic hips. Now his pants are laying on the floor. He wears expensive carmine silk boxers. I flip my hair over to the side, and then kiss his thighs.

  He places his hands behind his head, “What do you want, Princess? Do you want to show me how bad of a girl you have been lately?”

  “I want to start off by worshiping your glorious cock.”

  The kink level reaches its peak. I take his cock out, and shove his luscious shaft in my mouth. He gasps, “Glorious? That is a new word, I have never heard before. I declare that you are officially making it up to me now! FUCK!”

  I know exactly how to drive him crazy. I nibble on the tip of his shaft, as he struggles to focus. He grips my hair, and then he slides his cock in and out of my mouth. I nibble and suck on his rock hard shaft. I am so busy with our action, in which I once again forgot to lock the door.

  I can hear a voice, as someone opens the door, “Oh shit! I am so sorry, dude!”

  The door slams shut.

  I can hear Ian talking to Alexander in the hallway, “I will just say that they’re good, dude. I think we better give them their privacy for a while.”

  Alexander sighs with relief, “Are you sure they made up?”

  “If you want an eyeful for yourself, go ahead, and go in there. I think we need to leave the happy couple alone, and realize that your brother is in excellent hands,” Ian informs him.

  They walk away from his office. My fiancé chuckles and I also stop long enough to giggle myself. In a flash, he locks his office door. He rips my shorts off, and then he gingerly caresses my back with those sultry lips. Another set of expensive panties rips in half. I can feel his warm lips right above my tailbone.

  He jerks me down, “I am really thankful your grandfather never walked in on us this time. He would be so livid. We need to remember to lock the fucking door.”

  The great thing about making up is the makeup sex. He pins me down on the floor, and thrusts his hard shaft deep inside. This is much rougher and harder. I can hear his lukewarm skin slap against mine. Right before I climax, he pulls his cock out to torture me. He turns me around, purposely taunting me with it. I plead with him to continue, but he smiles and kisses me stomach. He pulls my thighs apart, and he flicks his tongue over my cunt. I gasp instantly, as my hands tug on his hair. He pins my legs with his arms while my body jerks. He keeps me right there. A few more rapid flicks of his tongue, and then I climaxed all over his mouth. I can hear him suck my sweet love. He sucks on my clit for a minute, and then he returns to the money spot. His rapid tongue flicking instantly hits me with another orgasm. He stops, and then he slams me with his hard cock. The sex is so rough. He shifts my legs to his shoulders, and then he rams me hard, as my enjoyable punishment. For an hour straight, he slams deep inside, similar to an automatic gun shooting off rapid rounds of ammunition. His face tells me that he is about to deliquesce inside. He grimaces, as his cock pulsates. The instant release gives me another instant orgasm. But, we are not done yet. He shifts me to straddle him. He rotates my hips hard and fast on him. He grants me two back-to-back orgasms. He grips my ass, and then he gently caresses it. He places his large hands over my enormous breasts. More of his hot lov
e pours inside. And, we still are not done. He points, and he rotates me so he can go back to kissing my wet pussy with those plush lips of his. My tongue licks the remnants of his hot cum off the head of his cock. He shoves his glorious cock back inside my mouth. He hums over my wet pussy to try, and make me cum first. His hard cock slams deep in my throat, as I suck it viciously. My mouth releases his precious manhood, to suck delicately his delicious ripe sack. My calescent mouth releases his sack, and then I slam his enormous shaft deep inside my throat. His thick shaft hardens immediately, and he blew his precious love in my throat. I devour every single drop of his precious cum, and worship his beautiful cock. He rubs his tongue over my cunt, and then he sucks my clit. The pleasure pushes me over the edge, as my body trembles all over his beautiful Greek face. We finish the evening by kissing each other and holding on to one another tightly.

  Christian toys with my hair, “I understand you will tell me, when you are ready. Please note that I am always ready to listen to what they did to you. We need to lean on each other for moral support. That is what this whole therapy thing is about.”

  I lean on my elbows, “I want you to understand that I am not ready. I love you, and I want us to move forward. I will always struggle dealing with what they did to me. However, there is one thing. I know that I am madly in love with you.”

  Christian tilts my chin to his face, “You have me, Jeannie. I will remain patient. You are my entire existence. I have not felt this way in a very long time. I need you in my existence. I will do anything to keep you safe.”

  I circle an index finger on his chest, “When I am ready, you will be the first person I tell with what happened to me. You have to trust me a little while longer. My love for you will never change.”

  He picks me off the floor, and he wraps me in a robe, in which we keep in his office for these just in case moments. In a blur, he carries me to my bedroom. He locks the doors behind us.