Ilena

5

Thirteen years later

"Look, as old as you are, you know better than I probably ever will. That whether I live a hundred years or ten thousand years, if I don't go I will regret it for the rest of my life. I only have and will only ever have one father and one mother, and I will have one chance to properly say goodbye to them. I have to go." I said as I snatched my clothes off of the floor of his bedroom. I was getting angry because he was trying to talk me out of going to see my father on his death bed.

"Ok, ok, just come back to bed. We can't make any plans until night fall and I was so comfortable." He pleaded and I melted and crawled back into bed. He was right. We could do nothing until nightfall and I was comfortable until I had gotten the voicemail about my father coming close to death and then fighting with Kent about being able to go see him. I mean I understood why he didn't want me to go, it had been thirteen years since I had seen or even really talked to anyone in my family and I looked very different back then, than I do now. And we had to keep our existence a secret, so I would have to be very careful while I was there, with how I acted and fed.

"Thank you." I said as I laid into the crook of his arm, I had been having a fling with Kent and Charles since year one. Of course, they both hated that I was sleeping with the other one, but they really had no choice in the matter; my body, my life, my eternity.

"You'll take Charles and...your pet. What's his name again, I always forget?" He asked, kissing up my arm.

My pet, as Kent so lovingly called him, was simply a nice guy that I had been given, days after I was made, to learn how to curb my appetite for blood. I had liked him a bit more than I should have, so when I had successfully curbed my appetite, I asked him if he wanted to be turned and now he serves as my personal bodyguard and lives in my spare bedroom. We never became intimate, but that's only because he kind of reminds me of my brother a little bit. Maybe after another decade of looking at him, I'll think differently, but for now that's how it stands.

"Blake, his name is Blake. It's such a unique name. How could you forget? And I'm surprised you want me to take Charles along." I said, smiling into his arms. God, how I wished I could bite him, but he would think I was nuts and send the guard after me for think I wanted to become one of the Griever's as I had come to know them.

"Right, right, and you need to take Charles because I can't go and I know that he cares about you as much as I do and won't let anything happen to you. You will go, stay as long as you need to, but you will be safe while you do it and when you come back you will have no reason to resent me for the next eighty-seven or more years." He said and moved up to kiss my shoulder and neck.

"If you say so, Boss." I said, teasing him, he bit my neck lightly and then I could feel him using his power on me, making me break out in a light sweat and sweet heat pool between my thighs. His hand wrapped around my hip and pulled me back against him, his hard length pressing into me.

When he used his power, it felt like his hands were all over my body, touching every sensitive spot, kissing my neck, massaging my breasts, caressing my folds, delving into my..."Kent, please don't tease me.." I moaned. Next thing I knew, I was flipped onto my back, he had my arms pinned down and his length fell heavy between my legs and pressed into my center, he slammed into me, making me arch my back and moan loudly, In and out, deep and hard and fast, he pounded me relentlessly, making me climb ever higher.

I screamed and he let go of my hands, slowing his pace, kissing and nipping at my breasts as his one hand dug into the sheets and the claws of the other pierced into my thigh. The pain just added to my high as my claws dug into his shoulders, the scent of his blood filling my nostrils. It just made me go higher, but in turn, it made my eyes change and my fangs grow. The need for blood was high, but the need for his blood was almost becoming unbearable. I wasn't calling me, it was singing, screaming for me to take it, taste it. To make him part of me, just as Charles and Blake were now part of me.

I felt him grow impossibly inside of me, his body became stiff and then the complete sensation of his warm seed slashing against my womb, sent me over the edge once again. Panting, we fell against the silk sheets and somehow Kent was able to fold us into a comfortable position.

It was incredibly hard not to bite him. Soon I would either have to tell him or break it off and, since he would most likely be my employer for the next eighty-seven or so years, neither seemed like a great option. But still, if I wasn't so tired, I knew that I would be having a very hard time not licking his blood off of my fingertips.