My Vampire Kidnapper - Lillith Devero (book reader for pc txt) 📗

he ripped the man’s head off of his shoulders and threw it across the room, feeling immensely powerful at his true potential.
Once he remembered where he was after the blood high wore off, he realized that his wife could be dying on him this very second. He immediately ran over to her, ripped her bonds off and cradled her in his arms.
He held her like that for several seconds, just rocking her back and forth like a newborn child. Then he pulled her back so he could look at her. Her face was bruised and swollen where the strap that held her head down had been, her right eyes was swollen shut too. There was blood snaking down from her hairline and it began streaking down her face as he held her upright. She looked so wore out, so beaten. The fire in her eyes had even diminished, but her heart still beat strong and steady with an occasionally slight flutter, she wasn’t going to die anytime soon. He didn’t even want to look at the rest of her for fear of what he might see, but he did anyway. He had to look at all of her injuries to know how to help her. After barely glancing at her body he looked away again. What was left of her clothes was barely covering her; he had to find a sheet for her or something. If that man wasn’t already dead he would have killed him again.
Jennifer reached up and touched his face with the back of her swollen hand. “You came…” she said as he grabbed her hand and squeezed extremely gently.
“Of course I did love.” He smiled as he started tearing up again.
“I want to go home.” She said, her eyes fluttering with the heaviness of sleep.
He knew that she was mentally unstable right now so he only agreed. She had been through a traumatic experience, she needed rest, and soon she would be back to normal after some extreme R&R.
She was too exposed. He needed to find her some coverings. Xavier glanced around the room looking for something near so he wouldn’t have to leave her side. On the wall behind him he saw a cabinet on the wall. He gently laid her on the table and told her that he would be back in a second and she only nodded at him with drooping eyes.
After digging in the cabinet he found a black tarp, probably meant to be put down to reduce blood splatters. He growled at the thought but he still needed it. No. Jenn needed it.
When he walked back to the examination table he saw that she had fallen fast asleep. He smiled at the sheer innocence and serenity of her face, even though she had been brutally abused.
Xavier laid the tarp on the ground and gently set her on top of it, trying not to disturb her sleep.
After wrapping her loosely in the tarp, he slowly and surly he proceeded to carry her out of the building and to safety. Once he was on the main floor of the facility he found Gregor waiting for him with a somber look on his face.
“Is she…”
“She’s alive.” Xavier replied looking down at the bundle in his arms, still cradling her like a young child.
“But what about…”
He shook his head, “Third sublevel.”
Gregor sighed, “I’ll go fetch her.” He opened the door to the stairwell, “This is none of your fault you know.” Leaving before Xavier had a chance to disagree.
Walking out the front doors he saw all of the other vampires, waiting for the results of their raid.
A younger one approached him, looking at him with the unspoken question in his eyes.
Xavier only nodded.
The young one screamed for all to hear, “SHE LIVES!” The entire populous broke into cheers.
Epilogue

Three Years Later

He was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen.
Except for his father of course.
He had been in her life for over a year and he still was more beautiful each time she saw him. Andrew had beautiful water like blue eyes like his father’s. Xavier said that his hair was just as beautiful ebony as hers, but she disagreed. His hair was ten times more beautiful than hers.
He was the most important thing in her life. She looked down at his beautiful face as she thought, watching him coo and laugh. He depends on me. I can never let anything happen to him…
Xavier then entered the room with Andrew’s bottle. She asked him a question that had been bugging her for a while now. “When will he start having to drink blood?”
He only chuckled and handed Andrew his bottle, “Not until he hits puberty. You’ve got time. Relax.”
She sighed and looked around the room. They had been in many houses as they hid from his brother, but this, she decided was her favorite by far. It was a quaint little farm house hidden by trees. Two floors, two bedrooms (one upstairs and one downstairs), and one bathroom that was downstairs made the house. Even if they had to move though, there would always be constants. Just like the couple that walked through the door.
Xavier stood and greeted Gregor as he came in the door, and Ava sat by Jenn and started playing with the baby.
After a few minutes the room grew increasingly cold. She held Andrew closer to her chest, fear flowing through her veins.
“Xavier?” She asked, the fear affecting her voice.
He and Gregor immediately rushed over to where the girls were sitting, and prepared themselves for battle.
The lights went out as the temperature continued to shift downward. The girls huddled together more out of fear than the temperature shift. A slight wind began to pick up in the room even though none of the windows were open, causing the drapes to start flailing about. As the wind grew more intense a light silvery blue smoke started flowing from the windows and doors and combined in the corner across from them to start forming a shape. The temperature and the wind continued to get increasingly bad as the shape got larger and larger until with a giant crack that shook and almost broke the windows it was all over, and in the place of all of the smoke stood a luminescent, see-through figure. The woman stood, or floated was more like it, with her back towards them.
As she turned around, you could tell that before her death she had had blonde hair and stormy blue eyes.

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Text: Lillith Devero
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Publication Date: 06-25-2012

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