out of this place and away from these
evil bastards.
"In there.
Steph bought you some new ones too," he pointed towards a huge
antique wardrobe that stood against one of the walls of the bedroom
next to its twin. Atticus seemed distracted, which suited me just
fine. I walked across to the wardrobe and opened it, revealing
neatly packed piles of clothing, some of which I recognised and
some of which was most definitely new, and usually way out of my
price range. I grabbed some of my own jeans, underwear and a
t-shirt and waltzed off to the bathroom, pointedly shutting the
door behind me. I dressed, flossed and brushed my teeth, and sat
down on the closed toilet lid, reluctant to go out there and
interact in any way with Atticus, knowing as I did what he and his
brother were going to do to that woman.
The bathroom
door opened after a while and Atticus came in. I glared at him
sullenly from my perch on the toilet.
"I have
something I need to do today," he told me.
"Kidnap a woman
and rape her. I know."
"It's not like
that."
"It
is exactly like that," I
said.
He said nothing
for a few long seconds, just looked at me pensively.
"My father is
waiting to meet you."
"I really don't
give a shit."
He frowned at
me. "Nonetheless, you will meet him. And you will have
breakfast."
"Make
me," I said, regretting the words as soon as they were out of my
mouth. Idiot, I scolded myself. Next thing I'll be saying bite me.
To a vampire. That would not go well for me at all. When will
I learn , I thought
glumly.
He lifted me up
and draped me over his shoulder, my butt in the air, and carried my
downstairs. I refused to react, and just lay there seething. I was
eventually deposited on my feet in a spacious room containing a
polished mahogany table, several chairs, a matching mahogany
sideboard and a very good-looking middle aged man, who lounged in
one of the chairs, an elbow on the table, and regarded us in
amusement.
"Sit," Atticus
ordered me, pulling out a chair. I looked at him mutinously and was
just about to say something sarcastic when I caught the warning
glint in his eye.
"What ever ," I said,
sounding for all the world like a grumpy teenager. I
sat.
"You may leave
us, Atticus," the man at the table suggested casually.
"Yes, Father,"
Atticus replied respectfully. He left without another word. I was
awestruck.
"You need to
teach me how to do that," I said to the vampire sitting across the
table from me, who smiled in response.
"My name is
Titus, and you must be Millie," he said in a deep cultured voice.
"The boys were not exaggerating. You really are very lovely."
My eyes
narrowed. I wondered exactly what it was that the boys had told him.
"I have been
reliably informed that you are carrying my grandchild," he
continued.
"Ah, Dr
Pervert," I said knowingly.
"Excuse me?" he
seemed taken aback, but his eyes twinkled.
"He licked me," I told
him in a disgusted tone. Titus chuckled.
"I see you have
experienced our obsession first hand." I said nothing, but waited
for him to elaborate, wondering how he was going to explain this
so-called obsession.
"I am sure you
are aware by now of our uniqueness."
Gosh,
what to say. Which uniqueness?
There were so many, all of them dreadful in their own unique
way.
As if he had
read my thoughts, he explained. "We are the only species in the
world that relies on another species to reproduce. It has been our
curse over the millennia, that we have no females of our own kind."
He looked at me solemnly. "As a result, reproducing and all that
entails has become something of an obsession with us. A woman who
smells right is the most wonderful, marvellous thing in the world.
Irresistible, because you are so rare, and when we find you we just
have to have you. In every sense of the word."
"Now, when one
of those women is pregnant with a vampire foetus inside her," he
continued, "she becomes almost impossible to resist. The smell
alone drives us wild, and the taste is indescribable. Being
evil bastards.
"In there.
Steph bought you some new ones too," he pointed towards a huge
antique wardrobe that stood against one of the walls of the bedroom
next to its twin. Atticus seemed distracted, which suited me just
fine. I walked across to the wardrobe and opened it, revealing
neatly packed piles of clothing, some of which I recognised and
some of which was most definitely new, and usually way out of my
price range. I grabbed some of my own jeans, underwear and a
t-shirt and waltzed off to the bathroom, pointedly shutting the
door behind me. I dressed, flossed and brushed my teeth, and sat
down on the closed toilet lid, reluctant to go out there and
interact in any way with Atticus, knowing as I did what he and his
brother were going to do to that woman.
The bathroom
door opened after a while and Atticus came in. I glared at him
sullenly from my perch on the toilet.
"I have
something I need to do today," he told me.
"Kidnap a woman
and rape her. I know."
"It's not like
that."
"It
is exactly like that," I
said.
He said nothing
for a few long seconds, just looked at me pensively.
"My father is
waiting to meet you."
"I really don't
give a shit."
He frowned at
me. "Nonetheless, you will meet him. And you will have
breakfast."
"Make
me," I said, regretting the words as soon as they were out of my
mouth. Idiot, I scolded myself. Next thing I'll be saying bite me.
To a vampire. That would not go well for me at all. When will
I learn , I thought
glumly.
He lifted me up
and draped me over his shoulder, my butt in the air, and carried my
downstairs. I refused to react, and just lay there seething. I was
eventually deposited on my feet in a spacious room containing a
polished mahogany table, several chairs, a matching mahogany
sideboard and a very good-looking middle aged man, who lounged in
one of the chairs, an elbow on the table, and regarded us in
amusement.
"Sit," Atticus
ordered me, pulling out a chair. I looked at him mutinously and was
just about to say something sarcastic when I caught the warning
glint in his eye.
"What ever ," I said,
sounding for all the world like a grumpy teenager. I
sat.
"You may leave
us, Atticus," the man at the table suggested casually.
"Yes, Father,"
Atticus replied respectfully. He left without another word. I was
awestruck.
"You need to
teach me how to do that," I said to the vampire sitting across the
table from me, who smiled in response.
"My name is
Titus, and you must be Millie," he said in a deep cultured voice.
"The boys were not exaggerating. You really are very lovely."
My eyes
narrowed. I wondered exactly what it was that the boys had told him.
"I have been
reliably informed that you are carrying my grandchild," he
continued.
"Ah, Dr
Pervert," I said knowingly.
"Excuse me?" he
seemed taken aback, but his eyes twinkled.
"He licked me," I told
him in a disgusted tone. Titus chuckled.
"I see you have
experienced our obsession first hand." I said nothing, but waited
for him to elaborate, wondering how he was going to explain this
so-called obsession.
"I am sure you
are aware by now of our uniqueness."
Gosh,
what to say. Which uniqueness?
There were so many, all of them dreadful in their own unique
way.
As if he had
read my thoughts, he explained. "We are the only species in the
world that relies on another species to reproduce. It has been our
curse over the millennia, that we have no females of our own kind."
He looked at me solemnly. "As a result, reproducing and all that
entails has become something of an obsession with us. A woman who
smells right is the most wonderful, marvellous thing in the world.
Irresistible, because you are so rare, and when we find you we just
have to have you. In every sense of the word."
"Now, when one
of those women is pregnant with a vampire foetus inside her," he
continued, "she becomes almost impossible to resist. The smell
alone drives us wild, and the taste is indescribable. Being
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