Vamp Huntress Hunted - Mariana Mendoza (parable of the sower read online .TXT) 📗

but she just told them that she didn’t know how she got there or who the guy was but when I was fighting them she had already past out. My keepers were pissed that they couldn’t find the name or a description of the guy but I just told them to relax because I was going to do everything to find him.
I was just glad she was fine and a little freaked to find out everyone in my house, including Kass was a vampy like me. But after a few days, she got used to it and doesn’t really care much that I am one since to her, I was the same old me. I was glad she was okay.
“ Right, sorry.” he says.
His voice snapped me back to reality and just gave him a slight nod. I was about to turn back to see my keepers fight when he began to talk again.
“ So, did you make up your mind yet?” he asks
I gave him another slight nod.
“ Well?”
I sighed, a habit that I had noted to try to get out of. I was a hot vampire now, not some human. The only thing that was a downer was that I could still get infected with diseases. Bitch disease was enough for me but who knows what else I could catch.
“ I’m sorry Kass, but I can’t be your girlfriend and I think you know why.” I answer.
“ Because you don’t want to hurt my feeling when you actually like our sire?” he asks, a sad smile staring right at me.
“ No, because I’m afraid that little bunnies will find our combined forces terrifying. and turn into wolves and kill us.” I say, which isn’t my best sarcastic phrase.
Kass chuckled.
“ Fine, I’ll take your answer. I’m a little heartbroken but just the fact that you’re happy comforts me that you didn’t like me just because I’m not good looking.”
“ You’re one of my best friends, bag of douche, its why I can’t go to the next level with you.” I tell him.
“ Yeah, I know.” Kass puts his hand on my shoulder.
I give him a slight smile.
“ There, thats the smile I was looking for.” he says.
Right.
Kass soon left after that to check on our children of keepers. I start to get hungry again, which has been happening for a while but I think its because my body was fighting back the remainder of the sun energized light beams that the creepy guy had turned on. It just proved I was very weak and in order to get stronger was to get exposed by it more so that my body would be able to tolerate it just a little bit so more. Something I didn’t want to be was weak, especially for my keepers and my sire.
I had just got to the entrance when I saw that Nero was waiting for me there. He was smiling that sexy smile that he only gave to me. I didn’t do a thing, though, since I loved playing hard to get.
“ So, when are we going to tell the rest of our kids?” he asks.
Oh, right, since that night, only a handful of my keepers knew that we were actually something along the lines of together. I had threatened them that if they told a soul, I would give them hell in training and I would infect them by exposing them to the bag of douche disease.
“ How about a month from now. You have work to do and besides, Lestat is coming back check up on things since we kind of blew him off last time.” I say.
Nero grimaces.
Yeah, when we had come back home from the road trip, sire had told me that he had already left and gave him a note that said he would be back to evaluate how things are going along sometime next week.
“ Yeah, at least now he’ll be given the attention he deserves. He thrives on attention by the way.” my boss adds for me.
I ignore him and walk past him, almost halfway to the kitchen. It was then when he called out to me.
“ Keeper Kira, be back in my office this morning at five, we have to ‘discuss’ somethings for when Lestat comes back.”
I’m happy that my back was turned because I just couldn’t help the smile that was growing in my face. I stopped and covered it with my hand until I had a little composure back. When I did, I turned to him and gave him a slight nod.
“ Of course, sire, but you don’t have to yell. It makes you look like you’re pining for me.”
Then, I sharply headed to the kitchen. His chuckle was the last thing I heard.
It was good to feel like my douchey life, or , uh, undead life was turning better than I thought it would be.
Almost.

To Be Continued….
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Publication Date: 10-28-2011

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