Blood Dreams 2: Hunter's Legacy

by Myln Hurn

  When Tatiana leaned forward to pull the plate from the microwave oven, he saw that her ass cheeks were perfectly defined by the pull of thin fabric across her body. He had to clear his throat before he could ask her a question.

  “I’m still not clear on why you are here.”

  Tatiana turned and set the plate with his sandwich on the table. “I’m Blue Belle’s nanny.” She got a few condiments out, and then sat down after passing Hunter a knife.

  Hunter spread some ketchup on the bread and then took a bite. He chewed slowly, and then swallowed. Setting the sandwich down, he started adding more ketchup, and lastly mayonnaise. “This doesn’t taste like any kind of meat loaf I’ve had before.”

  Looking at Blue Belle, he smiled. “Did you make this out of kangaroo meat?”

  The child’s laughter filled the room. “No, Uncle Roo.”

  Tatiana reached for a napkin and passed it to Blue, who wiped her mouth and then her hands. As she stood to walk to the trash can, Hunter saw his niece was grinning at him, shaking her head. With trepidation, he asked her a question.

  “No meat?” He was not reassured by Blue’s vigorous shaking of her head, setting her red curls bouncing. “What is it?” Hunter added in a whisper.

  Blue smiled and told him in a child’s whisper, which had nothing at all to do with being quiet, “Tofu. Yucky.”

  Hunter heard the muffled laugh behind him, but didn’t turn his head. He wasn’t sure whether this minx had merely considered this stuff meat, or if she wanted him to starve. Knowing it would take more than water or juice to get this down; he turned to where Tatiana was wiping the kitchen counter with a cloth.

  “Iain have any beer hanging around?” he asked the beautiful woman, who was definitely trying to conceal a smile.

  Tatiana nodded her head and got him one from the refrigerator. Hunter accepted the cold bottle happily, removed the cap and took several quick swallows. Putting a stoic look on his face, he took another bite of the sandwich. Chewing quickly, he watched as his niece giggled at him again. He paused for a moment to take another sip. It was a shock to realize it was regret he was feeling for not getting to know the delightful little girl sooner.

  Most of his life had been spent avoiding other people’s children for many reasons, and he had prepared himself to “shut up and put up” with his sister’s kid, no matter what she was like. His love for AnnaBelle was so great that he would never do anything to damage their relationship. He’d even put up with a spoiled brat if need be.

  He should have known that his beautiful, kind-hearted and loving sister would have a cute kid. There was still a chance she might throw a tantrum or two, but with those big eyes looking at him…he’d probably forgive the kid anything.

  Chapter 2

  Hunter walked into the kitchen the following morning feeling on top of the world once again. Sleeping in his sister’s bed despite it being strange had been amazingly comfortable for him. Freshly shaven and showered and dressed in a clean T-shirt and jeans, Hunter entered the kitchen in search of some real food. On the trip downstairs and through the living room, he had not seen either of his hostesses. Telling himself it was his niece that he was anxious to see again, he was surprised at his disappointment when he discovered the kitchen was empty.

  He opened the refrigerator to see what he might find that he would consider in the edible category. Relief flooded through him as he saw a carton of what appeared to be real milk. Lifting it up, he checked the label to make sure it hadn’t come from a goat or soy. After he sniffed it once, he quickly found a clean glass and poured himself a full serving. Drinking half the glass in almost one gulp, he refilled it before putting the carton into the refrigerator again. He walked back into the living room and picked up the remote control. Sitting in the middle of the sofa, he turned the television on. Finding the local weather, he leaned back to finish his milk.

  On the one hand he could almost see the humor in the fact that he still preferred drinking milk to blood. Many nights he found it hard to believe that he still wasn’t the same naïve young man who had traveled to the States when he was twenty-nine. There were times when he wished he’d never been born. At least then he would not have known the pain of learning his life up until the eve of his thirtieth birthday had been a lie, and virtually a waste of his time.

  Growing up, his life had been quiet, average for a boy whose parents were vampire hunters. They had traveled a great deal until his mother had become pregnant. And while it might not have been typical, he thought his new baby sister was amazing. Every morning for the first few years, before he did anything else after waking up, he went in to see her. During her early months she often was still asleep, or would be until he figured out bumping her crib was a good way to wake her up. By four months of age, AnnaBelle would often be awake and smiling.

  Never had he been too busy or too grown up to play with his sister. Later, Hunter enjoyed helping AnnaBelle with homework. Every moment with her had been joyful, even when he became a teenager and discovered the pleasure to be found with girls his own age. No woman had ever come close to capturing his heart, though. Perhaps that was why Fauster had thought his insane plans would work.

  Instead of agreeing to go along with the totally abhorrent idea of impregnating a woman he’d regarded for most of his life as his sister, Hunter had rejected everything to do with vampires, hunting and his family. There were times when he wasn’t sure which bothered him the most: hearing AnnaBelle was not his biological sister or learning that his father was really his uncle! That was when he had taken off for parts unknown. The truth had been too much for him to accept. For him to continue the secrecy against AnnaBelle was impossible, especially with the close relationship he’d always enjoyed with his sister. Once he told Fauster to go to hell, he had realized that he could not tell AnnaBelle the truth.

  What he now considered the nightmare his life was had begun when Fauster invited him to visit a few months before AnnaBelle turned twenty-one. It was after her actual date of birth that he wanted Hunter to impregnate her. And as calmly as if he had been talking about his plans for breakfast, Fauster explained his breeding plans. The whole time Hunter had felt his anger and disgust building, he had also realized that he felt odd. It was only when he tried to stand and couldn’t that it dawned on him that Fauster had drugged him.

  All of his faculties had been alert, but his limbs couldn’t function. Fauster had repositioned him into lying supine on the sofa. After that, it was hard for Hunter to remember all of it. The drugging had been necessary because Fauster had been unsure of his ability to overpower him, and that was the day he’d chosen for Hunter’s conversion. Unfortunately the older man had not allowed him the time to question or demand further explanation before Fauster sucked on his neck. Fauster had then cut his wrist and dripped his own blood into Hunter’s mouth. Hunter had passed out a few seconds later.

  Upon his awakening, it had taken some time before he had remembered everything. Coming to his feet, he found his first steps were clumsy and matched his disorganized brain. His hand had quickly covered his neck and felt the two deep punctures. Soon it all came back to him. Rage had surged through him at being used and deceived in such a heinous manner. Then he realized the taste in his mouth was iron-like and salty…blood!

  Fauster had been seated only a short distance away, watching him. The look on his uncle’s face had caused Hunter’s blood to run cold. As he struggled to maintain his balance, strange feelings began to awaken within him.

  “I see that you are starting to feel the differences, Hunter. It won’t take much longer and the uncomfortable part will be over.”

  Hunter watched as Fauster stood and walked away from him. In his kitchen, the older man opened the refrigerator and took something out. When he returned, Hunter experienced two distinct emotions. The first was aversion as he recognized the type of storage bag used by blood banks. The second emotion was unfamiliar to him, and it took him a few moments before he realized and then
accepted that this new feeling was hunger. What he needed was blood…to feed.

  “Who did this to me, damn it all? What is going on?”

  Fauster walked toward him slowly, looking much older—years older—than the age Hunter knew he was…fifty-something. As he sat down, he set the plastic bag down on the coffee table.

  “Take this now and you will feel much better. The sooner the better, actually. I have a lot to tell you tonight, son.”

  * * * * *

  “Uncle Roo! Unkaroo!”

  Hunter turned his head toward the voice making its way toward him. It was something of a shock to realize that he had been so immersed in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the back door open. His niece climbed onto the sofa beside him.

  “Good morning, Miss Blue Belle.”

  The child giggled as she reached for his glass of milk. At the last second, she turned and looked up at him. Her eyes looked exactly like AnnaBelle’s, he was surprised to note for the first time.

  “May I please have a sip of your milk, Uncle Roo?”

  Hunter handed her the glass. “Sure, but do you think you could try my name, Hunter, instead?”

  Blue drank the rest of his milk before nodding her head. She sported a milk mustache as she pronounced his name. “Hunner.”

  Hunter grinned and nodded in agreement. “That is much better. How about you call me that from now on, okay?”

  Blue nodded and then swiped the back of her hand across her mouth, ridding herself of the mustache.

  “Blue Belle! We don’t wipe our hands across our mouths.”

  Hunter looked up and saw that Tatiana had entered the living room from the kitchen as well. This morning she was dressed in a skimpy T-shirt that didn’t cover her belly button and short shorts. Her cropped black hair looked a little ruffled by either the wind or small hands.

  “Good morning, Tatiana.”

  “Hello, Mr. Blue. I hope we didn’t wake you. We needed a few things from the store.”

  Hunter nodded. “You should have told me, and I could have watched Blue.”

  Tatiana shook her head, walking close enough to take the empty glass. Hunter noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra and how wonderful her firm, full breasts looked under the tight T-shirt. Her nipples were slightly distended, and he could feel himself become a little aroused before he suppressed the feelings. The last thing he wanted was to be a bad influence over his niece. One of his goals in coming to visit was to establish a solid trust with Iain so he would allow Blue to visit him as she grew up.

  “You would have had to get up to watch Blue. She usually wakes me up. We’re going to have a big breakfast, if you are interested in joining us.”

  Hunter stood as Blue scooted off the sofa and ran into the kitchen. “I’d like that,” he replied and followed Tatiana. His eyes seemed repeatedly drawn to Tatiana’s ass and the way her shorts fit the rounded globes. For a scant moment he considered reaching out and cupping his hands around them, but then Blue’s voice drew his attention.

  “Pancakes, Tat!”

  Hunter was glad to see that the trip to the store had involved purchasing regular food, without a single package bearing the words tofu, whole grain or unprocessed. He happily joined in making their breakfast.

  Chapter 3

  Closing the back door after completing his hour-long run, Hunter listened for sounds as to just what the ladies of the house were doing and where they were located. But once again he didn’t hear anything, so he headed upstairs. At noon, having been deserted by his hostesses and not sure if it was jet lag or a change in environment, he had felt tired again. Refusing to give in, he’d taken off for his usual exercise. Finding the house quiet, he’d noticed that it was nearly two in the afternoon as he headed in to use the bathroom in the master bedroom. He appreciated Iain’s taste in décor, although there were quite a few places he was sure he’d seen the unmistakable stamp of a woman. His shower was brisk, but afterward he spent a long time shaving his face.

  Exiting the bathroom, he was more than a little surprised to see that he was no longer alone. Lying in his bed, eyes closed, was Tatiana. He wasn’t sure that she was asleep until he was looking into her face from the opposite side of the bed. Knowing it would not be the smartest thing to do, he climbed beneath the covers. He could argue that at least this way he had covered his nudity.

  The shifting of the bed didn’t awaken her, which surprised him. He moved a little closer but stayed on his side. He stopped when there was only about two feet of empty bed between them. He spoke softly, deciding this was the safest way to wake her.

  “Tatiana. Tatiana.”

  Her lids twitched a bit; her eyelashes fluttered a little before she lifted them. Alertness and recognition came slowly, followed by a soft gasp of surprise. She moved quickly, but Hunter was faster. His hand closed over her wrist, preventing her from leaving the bed.

  “I thought you would be out of the house for at least an hour or so,” Tatiana explained to Hunter softly.

  “Me too, but I’m afraid I pooped out.” He shook his head as he shrugged, maintaining his grasp on her wrist.

  “I should go—” Tatiana tried to scoot backwards, but she didn’t get more than two inches away.

  “No, it’s all right. The little squirt wears you out, huh? Where is she, by the way?” Hunter grinned.

  “She’s taking her nap. I thought I would come in here, since you were out jogging. I was going to get up when you came in.”

  Hunter watched her closely, noticing how lovely her eyes truly were with their long black lashes. Her hand lifted to push through her hair, and he saw for the first time she had removed her shirt before climbing into bed. Immediately his thoughts went soaring on erotic adventures.

  “How many men have told you that you look sexy in bed?” he asked her a moment later, speaking his thoughts out loud.

  A pink flush immediately stained Tatiana’s cheeks. “Thousands!” she quipped without pause.

  Chapter 4

  Hunter Blue’s eyes narrowed at her answer. Ever since he’d landed on top of her, she’d been fighting a growing desire to touch him, be near him…kiss him! It felt like her body was aroused all the time, and sleeping last night had been impossible with the thought of him across the hall. Telling herself it was crazy and completely nonsensical wasn’t helping either. Even now, looking into his sexy eyes surrounded by short, thick dark brown lashes, she could feel her pussy lips getting damp, swelling. The movement of her hips a second later was directed by somewhere other than her brain, the logical part of her conscience argued without any support.

  “That many, huh?” Hunter stroked one finger across her upper cheek. “You don’t look that old, at first glance, anyway.”

  Tatiana didn’t know whether to be mad that he was accepting her answer so easily, or to think that he was merely jesting with her as she had done with her flippant answer. One part of her brain was now screaming to get out of the bed. Now! And if she couldn’t manage that, at least she should say something that sounded intelligent and witty. Finally she decided that Hunter would begin to think she was frozen in time, therefore she needed to smile and break the tension.

  Hunter moved in one quick, decisive gesture. His mouth covered hers an instant after he spoke. “Then let me be the only one who said it with his three-year-old niece asleep across the hall.”

  His lips touched hers. On one level she felt the warmth, softness, and pressure of the kiss. The emotional part, though, was tied up in knots, perhaps on a much greater scale in comparison. Meanwhile, her body responded by moving closer to his heat. His hands seemed to be caressing her all over a moment later, and his legs began an erotic assault of their own. In that last remaining corner of her brain that was still functioning on the rational and logical plane, she remembered two things. First, it was probably a bad idea to sleep with her employer’s brother, and second, the condoms were in the top drawer on her side of the bed. The last one she spoke out loud.

  Hunter
lifted his head and looked down into Tatiana’s face. “What did you say?”

  Tatiana felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. Dear God! Now she’d have to admit she’d done a little snooping through a drawer once. She’d only been looking for a tissue, damn it!

  “The…uhm…the condoms. I think there are some in that drawer. I guess I assumed that’s what you were planning.”

  She stopped and looked away. But she couldn’t turn her body away. She wanted him to continue everything. The fire inside of her burned hotter with each passing second. The need to feel him inside her was overwhelming. He was half sprawled on top of her, naked. She still had her panties on, but he was pressing against her cotton covered pussy with unmistakable intent. Closing her eyes, she cursed silently. In her head, she’d practiced how to bring up safe sex when the moment came. Now the moment was here, and she had blown it.

  “I have some, but they are still in my duffel bag.” Hunter spoke quickly as he reached across and yanked the drawer open. Shoving his hand blindly into the bedside stand, he found what Tatiana had said would be there. Seeing that it would work, sizewise, he turned to look at her. She still had her eyes closed, so he lowered his head and began kissing the side of her neck. He paused to suck a small area below her ear before he worked his way across to her mouth. Her lips parted eagerly and her tongue invaded his mouth this time.

  Almost as if his kissing her had opened a floodgate, Tatiana started caressing his body feverishly. When he slid his hands down to pull her panties off, she squirmed and wiggled her hips to help him. Opening the small packet, he had to gently remove Tatiana’s soft and eager hands.

  “I love the feeling of your hands, honey, but if I don’t stop them, the party will be over for a bit.”