Dhampir Love (Dhampir Secrets)

by Shirlee Lewis

  Of course, she didn’t sleep at all so Victor came up and took her with him into his study to make sure her and Jason stayed away from each other. In the morning, Abigail’s makeup crew arrived. I sat and watched as they applied the makeup and fixed her hair into a magnificent bird’s nest on top of her head.

  Jennifer came up to help with the wedding dress. “You’re going to out shine everyone, Abbey.”

  “Can I see how I look?”

  We walked her to the floor length mirror and the minute she saw herself the emotion showed in her eyes. “Is that me?” Abigail asked as she turned around in the mirror.

  “The one and only,” I said, getting her veil.

  “I’m pretty.”

  “You’re stunning, Abbey,” Jennifer said.

  I placed the veil on her and she didn’t move from the mirror. The bride maid’s entered the room to wait with Abigail until the piano started playing.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” Abigail said.

  Jennifer walked over to her, placed her hands in hers and said, “Abbey, we have rehearsed this all week. You’re going to be fine and remember Jason waiting for you. This is the day you have waited for and you are going to do just fine. Now, Jess and I have to take our places. We’ll see you with Jason at the altar.”

  Abigail nodded once.

  Victor stood outside the door as Jennifer and I walked into the living room. To my surprise the wall dividing the living room from the study was gone. All six hundred guests weren’t compacted like sardines. The room was decorated in white bows and garland. The aisle was wide enough for one bride’s maid to walk at a time. The end of each chair hung a white bow. The archway was dressed in white and red roses which stood behind the preacher. He was a long time friend of Jennifer’s.

  The guests arrived all morning and afternoon. Thorment saw me and nodded. What did surprise me was Freda’s entire clan with Thorment. He spared them all, but Freda and Melian. Jennifer, Tony and I took our places in the front row. The piano played a hymn I wasn’t familiar with. The bride’s maids, consisting of five, started their walk down the aisle. Taking their places, we all stood when the wedding march started. Outside the doorway, Victor took Abigail’s hand, leaned toward her and whispered in her ear. She nodded once and they both started toward the altar. Abigail glanced at me and I nodded once to her with a smile covering my face. She was so beautiful in the wedding dress I had given her. The preacher asked “Who gives this bride away?”

  Victor calmly said, “I do,” and gave Jason Abigail’s hand. He took his seat beside Jennifer.

  The preacher talked about the meaning of marriage and then recited a verse from the bible and then the vows were exchanged. He announced Jason and Abigail as Mr. and Mrs. Morison instead of husband and wife. This was due to Abigail’s request. Jason lifted Abigail’s veil and kissed her with a long and passionate kiss. The entire room hollered including me. This was one day, I knew would happen and Jason and Abigail would forever spend eternity together.

  The reception was held in the oversized dining room decorated in dolls. Instead of the traditional bride and groom atop the wedding cake, sat the doll I had given Abigail from Italy.

  Jason danced with Jennifer. Abigail danced with Victor.

  The festivities carried on into the morning light.

  Thorment came up to Tony and me and said, “Tony, Jess, I invite you to Mortensin Castle this coming summer for our annual summons of vampires. I’ll expect you won’t be disappointed.”

  “We’ll attend without hesitation,” Tony answered placing his hand on the small of my back.

  “Very well, my friends,” Thorment said. He gathered his clan and was off to Italy before the sun came up.

  Jason and Abigail didn’t have a honeymoon. Instead they spent it in Jason’s room. They weren’t disappointed because Jason told Abigail, “We went to America and that I consider a honeymoon.”

  Abigail agreed.

  Tony and I spent another week in London before heading back home. Up in our room, Tony looked at me from across the room with a low growl starting in his chest. I stood my ground as he flew to me and said, “Let’s relive our honeymoon tonight.”

  “Let’s,” I agreed.

  Tony started with our song, together forever, and we danced around the bedroom. He leaned toward me and whispered, “You, Mrs. Mureaux are mine forever.”

  I looked into his eyes and saw a flame building to new and unexpected heights as he twirled me around the room.

  “Forever,” I whispered.

  Tony danced us to the bed. He let go only to slowly unbutton his shirt. The moonlight shining from the window gave me a hint of his masculine chest. I placed my hand upon his stomach inching my way to his neck.

  “You have no idea how much I love you,” I whispered.

  “Show me,” Tony said.

  Tony and I spent the entire night giving each other what the other wanted, ourselves. It was the most memorable night Tony and I had since we found each other. We didn’t hold anything back. We loved until we both were out of breath.

  We didn’t rise until late afternoon. I went to the kitchen to find Tony filling a flask. He looked at me from the corner of his eye and said, “Jess, I haven’t noticed before, but your weight is increasing. Are you…”