Bloody Vows

by J. E Hanson

  Alexander listens intently with an index finger over his lips. They gawk at me, and they are in just as much shock. Alexander stands even straighter, “I know the ‘good vampires,’ as your father wrote in the letter, were probably us. Which sounds like Julius—or Reno, were in the picture long before their deaths. If this is true, we can also assume that your sister either plotted, or was an innocent bystander. I am sure Julius found out about you, and he needed more information just to make sure he had the right family. I know this is disheartening, but I believe Ava helped murder your parents. I know you want to believe your sister is perfect, but she has shown to be a manipulative, scheming, and a deceptive bitch. We need to take our time, and gather as much evidence as we can, to put her on the hit list quickly. We need a piece of paper to tie her to Julius or Reno.”

  I hand Leo all the laptops, “These laptops belong to my parents. They may—or may not contain vital information. I hope Ava used these computers. I will go ahead, and I will hand you back my old laptop too, just in case you are able to find anything on it.”

  Leo takes off with Daniel and Elvin to dissect each laptop to find critical information.

  “Why not review all these letters to see if we can find out more information, about our dear bitch of a cousin?” Ember suggests.

  We dump the two large duffle bags of papers on the mahogany library table. This will be a long night.

  We begin to search, and we read old love letters from old boyfriends. Apparently, my sister had an active sex life. She never bothered to leave anything to the imagination.

  Rosalie glances at me, “What do you feed a baby vampire? Do you feed them milk, formula—or blood? I am not trying to be rude. I am just curious.”

  She stuns me with her question, “I have no idea. I am pregnant with my first one. I know, when I was a baby it was milk. I assume our baby will drink milk too.”

  Zane quickly walks in, “Some vampire hybrids require blood in the beginning. We have no clue, what their baby will want until after he—or she enters our world. Their baby will most likely stop growing, and the heartbeat will cease. I can only speculate that their baby will most likely take on the paternal side. Their baby will earn their fangs after he—or she turns one. I am sure the same goes for werewolves with their canine teeth.”

  Rosalie twitches her nose, “I can only imagine how painful it will be for you! I imagine that one day, the fangs from your baby all the sudden bites into your tits.”

  The entire library immerses with laughter.

  Zane chuckles, “That is exactly, what we get for living with three quirky princesses. I should have known you would make a side joke. Jeannie has made a few of those in the past.”

  Gabriel glances at his watch, “When do you lovely ladies plan on finishing the Christmas tree? I am just curious. I believe you ladies need to take a break from reading all those letters about Ava and her kinky fuck fest”

  We completely forgot about the Christmas tree. All of us return to the foyer to work on the twenty-foot tree. I hand them the lights, and we finish decorating the tree in an hour. Ian wants to turn the lights on. Gabriel nods, and he gives him the okay. The expressions on all their faces are priceless. The rest of the staff finishes the rest of the decorations. The castle changes from a drab, depressing, and historical in nature, to a beautiful, lively, happy, and peaceful castle. I am not trying to make the castle sound depressing. The castle has, and will always appear beautiful under normal circumstances. There is something extra about the holidays, which put me at ease. Considering my nineteenth birthday turned into a huge fiasco, this is more like home.

  We celebrate Thanksgiving with Violet cooking the turkey. She made sure to chase the staff away, so she could make her impressive turkey. We need a forklift, after eating her delicious food. My husband even sits in on this occasion. Everyone grins, and state what they are thankful for today. I am just thankful to have a wonderful husband and a new baby on the way. Ian misses his human side when it comes to the holidays. Which makes it harder on the younger vampires, than the older ones.

  Chapter 19

  It makes me chuckle, because all of us are trying to sneak in presents from each other. Not only do I shop for my husband, but now for my new family members. My Great-Grandfather Saber is the easiest to shop for now. This year I bought him a warmer cloak. I even put an ultrasound picture of his new great-grandchild in a gold frame for him. I made sure to buy for all the BIB Enforcers. Rosalie helps me out with what to buy for my latest edition to my family. She helps me pick out his favorite cologne. I purchase a canary sweater, polo shirt, and tank for him, since he is a sky fairy. I thought sky fairies are blue, but she informs me that they wear yellow.

  I went with it, “What is Avalon like? I am really struggling to understand how you are yellow, if you are a sky fairy. What color does blue represent?”

  She flashes a grin, “The place we are from is called Avalon. We are on a different tier than Earth. We are on the second tier. We are right below the Creator of all things. The color blue represents water fairies. Avalon is always warm, so that is why we wear different clothing there.”

  I blink at her, “How is your attire different?”

  Rosalie stands up, and she snaps her fingers. I gasp to see that she hardly has anything on. “Are you serious? How in the world do you dance in that? How do you keep your boobs from falling out?”

  Rosalie stands directly in front of me wearing a very short yellow skirt, and a yellow bikini top. She has a yellow sash covering her belly. She is not leaving much to the imagination.

  She snaps her fingers again to return to her normal clothes, “I thought the same thing, when I went through puberty. My top holds the girls in quite well. You should see what our men wear. They wear even less.”

  I gaze at her incredulously, “Are they walking around naked—or something?”

  Rosalie chuckles, “They have a tad bit more than nudity. They wear loincloth shorts. It is basically very short shorts that go underneath their ass with a loincloth in the front to cover their man wands.”

  Ember and I stare at each other. We are both unable to keep a straight face, and we start laughing hysterically. This angers Rosalie, “Well! That is what we call them back home!”

  Ember and I are once again rolling on the floor laughing. Rosalie stands up, “Stop laughing! That is what we call penises! We have always called them man wands!”

  I stop long enough, “I bet their man wands spit out yellow magic too!”

  “Why is that so funny? What do you two call them?” she asks us upset.

  Ember stops laughing, “Umm… we call them cocks, instead of penises. At least that is how I learned what to call them, by sneaking in late night porno.”

  Rosalie cocks her head, “Porn? What is porn?”

  “You can’t be serious? SEX, Rosalie, SEX!” Ember laughs, and she points.

  “What do you call it, Jeannie?”

  “It sure isn’t a man wand. Where the fuck, did you come up with that? I call it a cock too. It sounds rougher when you say cock.”

  “I just say cock, because it sounds hotter than penis—or other shit they call their ‘monster in their pants’ these days,” Ember chuckles.

  I can hear the men laugh downstairs. I know my team is listening in to our conversation. Especially since the door is, wide open.

  “Why do I hear laughing downstairs?” Rosalie asks.

  “My team is listening in, and they are probably overhearing what we are talking about. So Rosalie… would you fuck a man wand—or would you rather fuck a cock?”

  Rosalie shakes her head, “Oh, FUCK IT! FINE! I will call it a cock from now on! We really should not be discussing sex.”

  “Why not? Sex is a fun subject to talk about,” Ember asks.

  “Well, that is something sacred between two people, and not the rest of the world.”

  “Talk about sexual repression. I bet you do it ‘missionary style,’ all the time too,” Ember rolls
her eyes.

  “For your information Ember, I keep my husband happy. What the fuck are all these names?”

  I stand up, and hand her a book, “You might want to look at this book. It gives all the names to the different sexual positions.”

  Rosalie opens the book, and her eyes are practically popping out of her head, “OH SHIT! Okay, I have done this one and this one. We have done this one and that one. Yep… we did that one too,” Rosalie points, and we look at her with disbelief.

  Ember gawks at her, “How in the world? We haven’t even accomplished that move! Upside down! How in the world did you do that?”

  Rosalie grins, “You have to trust your partner. I trust Joey.”

  “Shit! Okay… you have us both beat. I haven’t even tried that one either!”

  Rosalie smiles wickedly, “You girls need to try that one. You will peak, and you will scream with that move. Make sure you add chocolate and ice too.”

  Ember and I look at each other, “Chocolate, and ice? Okay, we will swap your advice as long as you call it a cock from now on,” I tease Rosalie.”

  Rosalie shakes her head, “That just sounds rough!”

  “Repeat after us, cock, cock, and more fucking cock,” Ember shakes her, and I join her.

  “You can say it… say cock. Which is what, you will call it from now on,” I tease, and laugh.

  “ALRIGHT! Cock it is! You are both right. Cock does sound more fun, than man wands,” Rosalie concedes to our version of penis.

  We continue to laugh, as we all check off which sexual positions we have done, and have not even attempted yet.

  Something sweet permeates the room. The sweet seductive scent lures out my fangs. I have no clue what is happening, so I make a run for the doors. The glass doors swing open from our bedroom. I am doing all that I can to escape the seductive scent, and that includes hanging my head over the balcony. The room fills with the scent of chocolate strawberries.

  “Are you okay, Jeannie? Why are you out here?” Rosalie walks outside to see what is wrong with me.

  I point out, “I need fresh air! The chocolate strawberry scent continues to diffluence through my bedroom. This unusual scent just made my fangs descend, and I have no clue why. Will you please, very calmly, get my husband? He should be in his office.”

  Rosalie left our bedroom, and the scent clears out. Now I can smell another foul musky stench in our bedroom. My fangs retract, and I begin to vomit over the balcony. Unfortunately, for Snow Winters, he is walking directly underneath my balcony

  “What the fuck! What the heck is this shit?” Snow Winters now has my breakfast from this morning all over his beanie, hair, and clothes.

  I can feel Christian through me. He wraps his arms around me, and he yells over the balcony, “I deeply apologize, Snow. My wife is physically ill. It seems that she has puked all over you. Sophia will help you clean up. Once again, I am truly sorry.”

  Snow makes gagging sounds, “I understand, and next time I will make sure not to walk underneath balconies. Please tell her that I hope she feels better soon!”

  Rosalie returns with a washcloth, and my fangs descend again, “Christian! My fangs are doing it again!”

  Christian lifts my chin up with his hand, and he notices my fangs are struggling, “What is causing them to descend?”

  I sniff the air again, but the blood is pouring over the concrete banisters. The sky is raining blood. “Christian I am really terrified! The balcony is filling up with blood! I smell chocolate strawberries. The scent makes me very hungry!”

  Rosalie walks over to me again, and she tries to help. “You need to leave, Rosalie! Leave now! My wife needs to return to normal. Her fangs are out of control right now!” Christian snaps at her. Christian pins me on the ground.

  Rosalie freaks out, “Joey! There is something really wrong with Jeannie!”

  When she yells for Joey, our bedroom busts open. Joey notices that Christian is pinning me down to the concrete floor.

  “Joey, please get your wife out of here right now! Jeannie is under blood lust! Your wife is sending her over the edge!” Christian warned.

  All I want to do is eat chocolate strawberries. The BIB hear me let out an ear-piercing scream. My nails feel like they are extending a few inches. My fangs are thirsty, and they demand blood. The scent sends me over the edge.

  Ian picks Ember up, “Sorry chick, but you need to leave right now too!”

  All I want blood, blood, and more blood. I scream out in agony again. Christian plants me firmly underneath him on the cold cement floor of our balcony.

  Alexander walks over to us, “Jeannie, you have to listen to me! You need to stop what you are doing! The smell is gone! Please return to us!”

  Zane helps Christian pin my hands to the ground. I snarl, and snap at Christian. A guttural growl escapes my mouth.

  “Charlie, please hold on to her for me! I need to feed her!” Christian directs Charlie. Erik walks over to help Charlie keep me on the ground.

  I can still see, and hear what they are suggesting. But, my mind demands blood, and a ton of it! There is a tidal wave of blood rushing over the balcony. My fangs want to kill everything, and anything to drink blood. Christian bites into his wrist, and he places it over my mouth, “Open your mouth, Jeannie! Stop fighting me! You need to drink from me!”

  “Open your mouth, and drink, Jeannie!” Even Alexander is acting pushy today.

  His blood somehow makes it in my mouth. I throw my head to the side a few times until Ian forces me to suck the blood Chris offers me. I stop fighting with Ian. I start sucking from Christian’s wrist. The blood soothes my throat, and my surrounding is no longer bloody. I continue to focus on Christian. My fangs are tingling with joy. Ian let go of me first, and then Zane. Charlie stands up to release his grasp. Christian pulls me in his arms instantly cradling me to his chest. As if, I am some precious treasure to hide from all the others. After ten minutes, I stop draining his blood from him.

  I stare at all of them with confusion, “Why are you guys out here? What happened to me?”

  Christian pulls my hair back, “You lunged at Rosalie. You just experienced your first animalistic frenzy.” The shock of what he just told me puts fear inside me. I could have sworn that I was in complete control.

  I am upset with this revelation, and I feel guilty, “Is Rosalie okay? Did I hurt her? I do not understand any of this!” I sob only tears of blood.

  Christian caresses my cheek with his lips, “You forgot to consume blood, as of late. You found her blood enticing, and this sent you into a rage. I am not trying to disrespect you by mentioning this. I am attempting to explain what happens, when you forget to ingest blood. This is why all of us need to keep our fangs hydrated at all times. When was the last time you fed?”

  Christian keeps me on his lap clutching me tightly to him, “I honestly don’t remember. I am so busy thinking about Ava, homework, and morning sickness that I honestly forgot.”

  Alexander grabs my arm, and he sticks me with a needle, “This will keep you calm until you are completely under control.”

  I thought Christian would yell at me, but he continues to soothe me, by holding me close to his chest. His muscular arms wraps tightly around me. “You have to remember that your fangs require blood. If you forget to drink, your fangs will make you do things that you normally would never do. Which is why it is extremely important to not only feed, but we feed as well, especially around our guests.”

  I study his worried face, “I am so sorry, Chris! Did I hurt her? Please tell me that she is okay! I never meant it!”

  Gabriel strolls outside, “Your apology is accepted. Christian and Joey were able to handle you. This just caught all of us off guard.”

  Ian hands me a handkerchief, “You might want to clear your face before you scare everyone to death.” I express panic. He quickly smirks at me, “I am just joking, chick. We have all been there, and we refuse to believe that you would ever hurt anyone. Don’t be upset
. Rosalie is okay.”

  I sob even harder, “She will be so afraid of me now! She will never want to be around me ever again!”

  “She will forgive you. She is on notice now, but she will understand, what you are dealing with. You are still family to her, even at this capacity.” Christian tries to convince me that she will not be afraid of me.

  Joey returns to our room, “Rosalie wants to know if Jeannie is okay. We want to know what happened.”

  “You can join us out here, Joe. My wife smelled chocolate strawberries. Which drove her over the edge, because she forgot to drink blood. She is still stabilizing right now,” my husband, answers softly.

  Charlie returns with two bottles of blood. The bottles of blood are AB negative. Which is my preference, when it comes to blood. Christian also prefers the same blood type as me. He hands me the first bottle, and I quickly swig it down.

  Joey cautiously walks outside, “Is she still a threat?”

  “She is not a threat! We never anticipated this! I believe she will pull through this! This took all of us off guard! Chris will respond differently, if she is a threat!” Tommy stands up for me.

  Brannon squats in front of me, “She is still mortal. All of you need to realize that she has a vampire baby growing inside of her. This could have bloody well set her off. I believe that their baby will turn out more like Chris.”

  Zane stands up, placing a hand underneath his chin, “I had no idea this was going to happen either. What set her off?”

  Brennen shrugs, “How about asking her, instead of talking about her, like she isn’t in the bloody room! Which is only my suggestion after all.”

  Charlie sits next to me, and he shifts my hair out of my face, “What set you off the bloody edge, darling?”

  I glance at all their faces, “I… I honestly have no clue. The room impales with the scent of chocolate strawberries. I tried to do the right thing, by coming out here for air. The chocolate strawberry scent left the room, and then I smell this horrible musk scent. The musk scent is what made me throw up all over Snow. Is Snow okay? Will you please apologize to him for me?” I pause for a second, and continue, “The next thing I remember is Rosalie coming outside with that chocolate strawberry scent all over her, and I lost it.”