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Blood Diaries Ch. 01

By: ArthurianMorgaine



PART ONE- Winter Evenings

I logged on and didn’t see him right away so I checked my e-mail and there was a message from him that read:

My Love~

I may be a bit late today, I had something to do. But never fear, you will hear from me some time tonight.

Love Always,

Dean

We had met over the internet, he had proposed over the internet and we kept communication over the internet. It wasn’t unusual for him to leave on short notice; he always had work to do ever since he had graduated college. 

It was getting late and I hadn’t eaten all day so I put up my away message and went to get some dinner. It was almost the middle of winter and it had gotten dark at about 4 o’clock. The snow had just stopped about an hour ago and all the college freshmen were out throwing snowballs in the dark. I hid behind a “barricade” and made several snowballs and chucked them at the unsuspecting people and ducked back down unnoticed. 

“I saw that… you will have to be punished for such deeds!” The voice sounded menacing and I slowly turned my head around. All of a sudden, my good friend, Thomas, smashed a snowball on the top of my head. 

“Very funny! Now I’m cold!” I pouted.

“Awwwww. I’m sorry! How can I make it up to you?” he said, offering me his hand.

I got a devilish thought and grabbed his hand, pulling him face first into the snow bank. “We are even!” I said as I got up and dusted myself off.

I continued walking to this little diner that was always really popular in the wintertime. You could get fresh hot roast beef sandwiches or cream of broccoli soup at any time of the night. I was greeted familiarly by the woman at the cash register and she immediately cleared my favorite seat at the long bar and handed me a menu. I ordered the “Soup-of-the-Day with Grilled Cheese”, my favorite late night snack. She served me quickly and I sat there gazing out of the window. All of the shops that lined the street were decorated for the holidays.

It was my first holiday away from home and surprisingly I really loved it. I went to so many parties with all of my roommates and never felt alone. Since I was the Culinary Arts major, I was assigned to cook Thanksgiving dinner for all of them. I used the kitchen in my classroom after school and made everything the day before and reheated it when it came time to eat. Turkey, stuffing, cranberries and fresh pumpkin pie were on the menu for us. We had leftovers for 3 days! 

I had made friends easily in Rhode Island. I was always the life of the party, which was unusual because I never used to go out to clubs and parties before I was on my own. But every day I would come online and type away to my fiancée. 

I finished my sandwich and tipped the waitress well and wished her a good evening. I went to use the bathroom in the back of the diner and I stood there staring in the mirror as I washed my hands. I had long brown hair that curled in large ringlets. I had a very petit figure; small waist, round face and only a little over five feet tall. Many had told me that I look like a little faerie and my fiancée had even called me “Morgaine of the Faeries” on several occasions. 

I walked back to my dorm and took the elevator up to my room. I looked at my computer and had gotten no messages. I felt a little dishearten but remembered his hectic schedule and felt I had no reason to complain. I went and got undressed, hanging my coat on the rack and putting my wet boots on the rug. I was about to slip into my pajamas when the phone rang.

“Hello,” I said

“Hello my darling,” said the voice on the other end. I immediately recognized it as Dean’s voice.

“How are you? But more importantly, where are you?” I asked

“Well I had something I had to take care of and I couldn’t put it off any longer,” he told me.

I heard a knock at the door, “Hold on a second, there’s someone at the door. It better not be Thomas with a snowball!” the last of which I said loud enough so that the person on the other side of the door would be able to hear me. 

I opened the door and a man was standing there with his shoulder resting in the doorway: a tall man in a very nice suit. I stared into his eyes and then it hit me. It was Dean and he was holding his cell phone in his other hand. A flood of emotions came over me as I hung up the phone and wrapped my arms around him. 

“Oh my goodness! How did you get here?” I asked

“Well I took a flight out of-”

“You flew here?!” I said as I cut him off, “Flying is very expensive! And you don’t have the money to be spending on trips to see me!” I snipped.

“Well ‘technically’ it’s a business trip. I told my boss that we should look for investors in the Northeast and I volunteered to go scouting. I had already done much research and I have gotten all the possible investors to come to a 30-minute meeting at the end of the week. The trip is free, the hotel is free, and the meals are free… I have it made! I even have a free rental car and I can even wreck it if I want to because it’s insured!!”

“Oh,” I said sheepishly, “I’m sorry to have snapped at you then. And let’s not go wrecking any rental cars hunnie!”

“Apology accepted! Now lets go out for dinner or something.”

“Dinner sounds fine. Even though I just ate, just being in your company would be lovely,” I said.

“Now we are going to a fancy restaurant, not that cheesy little diner I saw you go into so you have to get dressed up real nicely. The company is going to be expecting large tabs at good restaurants because I’m supposed to be persuading clients,” he explained.

“This is all very sudden,” I said as I took a seat on my roommate’s bed.

“Come on my love, the night is young!”

I agreed and we picked out my clothes. It took him a half hour to decide which dress he liked better after we narrowed it down to three choices. Then as I got dressed, he picked out my accessories, none of which matched so I switched them when it was his turn to get changed. I brushed out my hair quickly and put it up in one of the really popular styles, my curls hanging down along my face. I went to go put on some make-up, which was an oddity for me, but I wanted to look my best for him. As I started to take it all out and stand in front of the mirror, he stopped me and turned my face towards his.

“You don’t need make-up, you are beautiful as you are,” he whispered to me.

“Thank you, that means a whole lot to me,” I embraced him warmly and put on my jewelry. 

As I went to put on my ring he stopped me once more and pulled out a fuzzy little ring box and handed it to me. It was my engagement ring that he had promised me. I wept upon sight of it and he placed it on my finger and kissed my cheek gently. I put my brush in my handbag and tossed in a box of Altoids and my lip-gloss.

“Let us be off m’lady,” he said in an English accent. 

He escorted me to the elevator. We looked so sweet together. He had on a pair of black pants and a sport coat with a red shirt and darker red tie and I had on a lovely blue dress that swayed when I moved. As the elevator doors opened, he bowed down and held the door for me and I went in first. He treated me like such a lady. When the elevator stopped at the first floor he escorted me to his car and then, being a gentleman, opened and closed the door for me. This wonderful treatment continued the whole evening.

We went to a classy French restaurant. (…HA! the French! What do they know about cuisine and tastes?! They put hollandaise sauce and caviar on everything *makes gaggy noises*…) The waiter seated us and gave us our menus. 

“I’ll take a cup of hot tea and a Caesar salad,” I said

“And I will have the filet mignon and roasted potatoes and a bottle of white wine for later on tonight,” Dean said with a wink.

The waiter scurried off and left us alone. He began playing footsie with me and I blushed a brilliant red. He stretched his hand across the small table and I held it tightly. I felt so shy! He leaned across the table and took my hand to his lips and kissed the back of my palm. I felt as if I would just die. He was so kind to me and always a perfect gentleman. When our food arrived we made idle chatter about school and his job and how we would spend this week together. I finished before him and tried to loosen up a bit. I excused myself to the bathroom and he got up and pulled away my chair for me. I went into the women’s room and locked the door. 

“Relax Dana! This is the love of your life here in front of you, the man you want to spend the rest of your life with! Why must you be so shy around other people?!” I censured myself out loud

I splashed a little water on my face and used a paper towel to pat it dry. I unlocked the door and resumed my seat at the table. Dean was just finishing his dinner and he paid the bill using his company’s card. 

“Are you ready to go? It’s only eleven… there is still plenty to do and a nice bottle of wine to share later,” he said.

“I guess so. What else are we going to do?” I asked.

“Well, the hotel I’m staying at has a nice pool and spa so we could go for a dip and then retire a bit later,” he suggested.

“That sounds really good except for the half-naked in a swim suit part,” I jested

“Oh come on now, we have to stop and get some things for you like your pajamas and suit and toothbrush, so it will be twelve before we get to the hotel. Please! It will be fun!” he pleaded and gave me the sad puppy-dog look.

“Maybe, let’s just drive around for a while and figure it all out. I’m getting really tired though. I’m sorry I’m not the life of the party,” I said, a little downhearted.

“Awww, don’t say that. If you are tired we can go get your things and just camp out either at your place or the hotel, but I feel the hotel is a bit nicer, with free room service!” he said, completely understanding.

“Thanks,” I said.

He pulled out my chair and I got up and he wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked out. He drove to my dorm and we got out and I ran straight to the room. I wanted to get comfortable so I quickly changed into a pair of khakis and my favorite blue shirt. I tossed Dean his clothes and told him to change back into his normal clothing because it was making me feel ‘uncomfy’. He just chuckled and started stripping in front of me. I turned my head away, blushing. He laughed even harder and grabbed me from behind and pulled me on the bed. I squealed and ‘fought’ against him, but he was extremely strong and held me firmly in place.

“Let’s get to the hotel, darling,” he said

“Yes, let’s!” I said getting up as he released me from his grip. 

He grabbed my bag and stuffed some more of my ‘fancy’ clothes in there: the dresses he debated tonight, a pair of pumps and a few accessories. He zipped it up and we walked out of the dorm room and I locked the door. He held my hand as we went to the car again and he started it up and turned on the heat. It felt really nice against my skin.

I reclined the car seat and said, “I’m just going to rest my eyes for a minute.”

“That’s fine, we will be at the hotel in a little bit.” 

He covered me with his coat and kissed me on the neck and this incredible warmth flooded over me. It was very unusual but I was too tired to care about it too much. He woke me up when we pulled into the parking lot. 

“I could carry you but it might seem a little odd to the hotel manager when he sees me carrying what looks to be a dead body to my room… and her luggage,” he chuckled

I drowsily walked with him to the room and flopped down on the bed. He let down my hair and ran his fingers through it, tousling it all over the pillow. He laid me down and took off my shoes and socks. He rummaged through my bag and pulled out my pajamas and dressed me in those, of course in perfect Dean style, they weren’t even a matching set! I just laughed and turned towards him as he stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed. He held me close and kissed my forehead, I was like his little china doll to him. He began kissing me all over and I began feeling warmer and warmer. I took off the sleep bottoms to try to cool down.

“Hunnie, do I have a fever? I feel very warm all of a sudden,” I asked

He had stopped kissing me for a moment and felt my forehead and shook his head ‘no’. 

“Maybe you just need some sleep. Good night my love… pleasant dreams,” he said as if he knew he would keep the bad dreams away.

I fell into a deep and satisfying sleep as he held me close. When I awoke the next morning the sun was streaming in though the windows and it felt nice. It had snowed a bit more that evening and the frost on the windows made the room full of a soft glow. Dean was gone but he had left a note on the side table, which read:

My lovely~

My boss called this morning on my cell phone and I had to meet with some clients. I have something important to tell you over dinner tonight, which will probably be the earliest I will see you today. I love you and Be Good!

Love,

Dean

P.S. You have a massage scheduled for 1:30

Well this was a business trip so it was to be expected. I decided to close the curtains tightly and sleep in so I might be able to spend the evening with Dean instead of sleeping. I managed to stay sleeping until twelve. When I had risen the second time, I ordered tea and a bagel for breakfast and sat by the terrace, soaking up the sun.

The masseur came promptly at half past one. I felt really embarrassed because I had never had this done before. He set up his bench and I came out of the bathroom wearing only my robe, which was customary, he told me. I lay down and he began working sweet smelling oil into my back. I felt as if I was in heaven. When he was finished, he covered me back up and I got off of the table and gave him a nice tip. When he finally left the room I turned on the TV. and flopped down onto the bed, which still smelled of Dean’s cologne. I watched infomercials and then a movie on HBO. 

I was stranded in this hotel, in a part of Providence I didn’t normally frequent. I really wanted one of those grilled cheese sandwiches from my favorite diner right about now, or to hang out by the dorm with the other freshmen and throw snowballs. I decided that I couldn’t stay in this room all day so I got dressed and put on my heavy winter coat. 

I went to the man at the front desk and told him “If Dean wonders where I am, tell him I went for a walk.”

“Ma’am, I am under strict instructions not to let you go out on your own. May I send a bellhop with you, or send for one of your friends? A taxi will be provided at no expense to your guest,” said the man, politely

“This is very odd but if I can’t leave alone I wish that you call Thomas Shelton at the West dormitory and let me talk to him.”

The man dialed up the phone and asked for Thomas and then handed me the telephone.

“Hey Thomas, are you doing anything today?”

“No, not really,” he answered

“Well something weird is going on and I was wondering if you could help me out. If you say yes I will send a cab for you,” I explained

“Ummm, sure. Michelle just left to go to her parent’s house so I’m free for the day,” 

“Yay, the cab will be over shortly. See you soon,” I said

“Okay, see you.”

I handed the man the phone and he called the cab company and gave them strict instructions to only pick up one person, Thomas Shelton, and to bring him straight here.

“Do I have to stay in this neighborhood, because I was looking forward to something from this diner I like going to?” I asked him

“You can go anywhere you please, as long as you do not leave alone,” he explained to me again. “Would you like to see the note he gave me?”

“Yes, please,” I said

He handed me this note written on hotel paper in Dean’s handwriting that said:

‘The woman in my room is my fiancée. It is very important she is kept safe. She is not to leave this hotel unescorted. You may offer her a bellhop to go with her, appropriately dressed or she may call one of her friends. She is to be provided with a taxi to be charged to my account if she wishes. These rules are to be followed strictly, do not let her talk you out of your obligations.

Sincerely,

H. Dean Hunter’

“He is completely treating me like I’m a child,” I said as I slammed the letter down on the counter and pouted. “I will be in my room. When Thomas arrives, please show him there. We will leave shortly afterwards so have the cab wait and we will be going back to the dormitory area and going to Hal’s Diner. Is that explicit enough, sir?” I said, thoroughly angered.

“I’m dreadfully sorry ma’am but I can get fired if I do not do as I’m told. I don’t need to know your exact location, even though it would be nice, in case Mr. Hunter does call to check on you. He obviously cares about you, he went through all this trouble, didn’t he?” he said

“I’m sorry I yelled at you sir. I will be in my room waiting,” I said, much calmer now

I walked down the hall to the elevator and pushed the small ‘up’ arrow and stood there until the door to opened. I went up to my room and slid my key card and unlocked the door. When I got in I locked it from the inside and turned on the TV. There was nothing to watch so I basically put it on for some noise in the room. I sat on the chair by the window and thought about all the weird things that were going on. 

“Why would I need to be protected so highly? I have been in this city for a while now and nothing has happened to me yet. I fear nothing. I don’t need anyone to baby-sit me!” I said to myself, renewing my anger once again

I got a sheet of paper and wrote him a note:

Dean~

Your treatment of me makes me slightly angry! I don’t need anyone to ‘protect’ me. Since you desire to know where I am at all times… I will be taking a taxi, I don’t know what number it is yet but that is just one detail I will just have to leave out. I will be going with Thomas Shelton, he is a fairly tall man, about 6 foot tall, with brown hair, brown eyes and he always wears a black coat with red lining. We will be in the taxi together and will take Washington St. to 14th street and then to the dorm. We will then go into the dorm and go to his room, room number 170, where we will spend approx. 30 min in there talking. Then we will go to Hal’s and I will order “Soup-of-the-Day with Grilled Cheese” and tip the waitress well. After that we will take a walk around the dorm and probably go back to my room.

Sincerely,

Your prisoner,

Dana

Well the letter made me even angrier so I crumbled it up and threw it on the floor. I lay against the bed in a little ball, waiting for Thomas. When I heard a knock at the door I looked through the peephole and let him in. he had been escorted by, not one, but two bellboys! 

“Hey Dana,” he said as I closed the door.

“Hey”

“Dude! That was like the weirdest thing ever! They cabby kept looking at me funny like I was a wanted man. And when I got to the hotel, the man at the front desk told me to take a seat and then he called for these guys to show me to your room! What is going on?!” he questioned, a little anxious

“Let’s just get out of here… I need to go for a walk or something. I need to explain some things to you,” I said.

Blood Diaries Ch. 02



Chapter Two- The Truth

I had fallen asleep on Thomas' bed. The last two days had been really odd and somewhat stressful. I woke up to a loud knocking on the door. Thomas was jolted from his slumber on the chair by the window. He got up first and went to the door to see whom it was. "Ummm, Dana, is Dean a tall guy in a nice suit, holding that dress you wore to Yule Ball?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess that must be him... does he have a purse that doesn't match the dress?" I said jokingly

"Wine red dress and sparkly blue purse?" he replied

"That's my Dean!" I beamed

Thomas let him in and he sat on the bed next to me and stroked my back

"You got some 'splainin' to do!" I said like Ricky from the old show 'I love Lucy'

"Wahhhhhh" he replied, just like Lucy would reply to Ricky

I jabbed him in the side and pretended like it really hurt.

"Let's go out hunnie. I have a lot of things we need to talk about and the sooner I clear the air, the better," He said, lovingly.

"And let me guess, another fancy restaurant, in that dress," I said bitingly

"Do you not want to go? We can go to the hotel if you'd like," he suggested

"No! not the hotel. It creeps me out!" I replied, "let's just go out... I'll get changed in the girl's bathroom across the hall if you go get the black purse and glove that go with this dress! It really surprises me that you can dress yourself so well when I see the things you pull out for me!" I jested

"Fine, I just need to have a word with Thomas real quick and I will get you your things," He said

That last comment unnerved me slightly. What was he going to talk to him about?! I grabbed the dress and went right across the hall to the large bathroom. I hung the dress on one of the shower stalls and changed out of my boots, long-sleeve shirt and jeans. I adjusted my underwear and slipped on the dress, but I needed someone to zip me up. I made sure I was covered and went back to Thomas' room and opened the door. Dean was still there and I guess they were having some boy chat or something. I turned around and motioned for someone to zip me up and they both got up at first but then Thomas sat down again. 

"I need shoes hunnie, and my gloves! And its cold and I have no coat!" I clapped my hands twice "Chop, chop! If you want to go out to dinner any time soon we best be off!"

He motioned like he was on a noose and I turned and scowled at him and he said "Yes, dear" like he was some whipped man.

I jabbed him again and went out of the room. I got my things from the bathroom and tossed them at Dean as he was leaving to go to my room. "Can you toss those in my hamper, and my boots by the coat rack. Don't forget the shoes, gloves and black purse. Put my hairbrush, some hair pins, my lip gloss and a box of Altoids in there for me."

"How about you just come along because I'm not going to be able to remember that!" he said

I walked hand in hand with him down the hall and unlocked my room. I went in and he put my clothes in the laundry hamper and my boots on the floor.

"Hunnie, I have an even better idea for tonight," he said as he rummaged through my closet. "I want to go to a club I saw on the internet, but we would have to do some shopping because none of this would do."

"No! No spending money on me!" 

"But I have some extra money! Please hunnie... let me just do this. It will make me happy!" he said as he embraced me. 

He began kissing me and giving me this hickie, which I was sure, would be purple the moment I looked at it in the mirror. The gentle sucking was followed with a less inhibited sucking that made me swoon, then once again I was flooded with warmth. I broke away from him in a slight panic. He looked at me funny, licking his lip.

"Let's go to the mall. We have a lot to talk about tonight," he said

"Fine," I relented

He unzipped my gown and threw a pair of socks, dark blue jeans, and a red shirt on my bed and I began to change into them. He tossed my green necklace next to it and I tossed it back.

"Go with blue, red or black!" I said

He just furrowed his brow in frustration, "I think it looks fine together!"

"Don't make me beat you," I said as I shook my fist at him jokingly

He looked at me and turned quickly and grabbed my wrist before I could realize it and he held me there. He kissed me on the lips and rubbed his nose against mine.

"Let's get going, I'm hungry. You must be too because according to the tab at the hotel, all you ate was a bagel and some tea," he said

"I am a little hungry, but I went to Hal's and had some soup..."

"Yes, yes and a sandwich, but you didn't eat it all because you were too busy worrying about things," he interrupted

"Oh so you have spies or something stalking me and keeping tabs on me?!" I joked. 

I went to give him a playful shove on the shoulder, but again he caught my hand and began kissing it.

"I have to get dressed, and what are you going to wear? I hope you aren't going to the mall in your three-piece suit?" I inquired

"Nahhhh, I was going to change into some jeans at the hotel, its on the way anyway," He said

"Oh okay," I said as I brushed out my hair and put on some lip-gloss. "I'm done!"

He walked me to the car and we drove to the hotel. When we got to the room he hung his sport coat and slacks and tossed his shirt over the chair, followed by his tie. He jumped into some black jeans and an old t-shirt that really showed off his muscles.


"Grrrrrr," I said as I stroked his chest

"You can be such a tease sometimes!"

"Me, the tease?! HA! you are the one running around in the tight clothes, mister!"

He lunged at me in a flirtatious manner and pounced on me on the bed.

"Let's go already," I said as I tried to get him off of me

"Party Pooper!" he retorted

We left the hotel and headed off in the direction of the mall. Because it was late, it was very easy to find a parking spot on the front row. We went in and he dragged me to the little kiosk with the map of the mall on it. 

"Well we need to go to Hot Topic and pick up your top, we may even find that skirt that I liked there too," he said, half talking to himself.

In a flash he was off again, dragging me along with him. I was trying my best to keep up but he seemed in a big hurry. We got to Torrid and he started loading me up with clothes to try on.

"Wear this skirt with this shirt. And I really like this red top here. Try on this corset and this little leather do-hickey..."

"Hold on one second! That skirt and shirt... they are both skirts, that red top is hideous, the corset is pretty but I don't know.... And that little 'leather do-hickey' is NOT going on my body," I said to him. "Give me the black skirt, the corset and that little collar over on that rack," I said as I pointed to the rack.

I took my things into the dressing room. I folded my clothes and sat them on the bench. The first thing I put on was the corset, it was very slimming and gave me ample cleavage so I figured I would get this one. I put on the collar and really liked it too. I tried on the skirt and it seemed really tight and didn't look right at all. 

I peaked my head out of the door, "Dean, pass me that school girl uniform looking thing... no, just the skirt on the left, yeah that's it."

I tried it on and really liked it this time. I walked out and handed Dean the things I didn't want and he hung them back up for me. He just stood there and smiled this boyish grin, so satisfied with himself.

"So do you like it or what?!"

He quickly snapped out of it and answered "I like it a lot! I want you to wear it around the mall!"

"Ummm I don't know about that..." I said, slightly undecided

"Ma'am please ring this all up, the corset, skirt and collar... oh and these boots" he said as he handed me a set of calf-length black boots.

The woman rang up our total and Dean paid for it in cash.

"Well, what are we going to dress you up in?!" I asked

"I thought I would wear this," He said

"If I have to get all dressed up, so do you!" I said with a smile "Let's go and get you some punker clothes!"

We walked a little bit around Hot Topic and I picked out a pair of black with red trim skater pants, a black shirt with red flames and a pyramid-studded leather bracelet. We paid for his clothes and went to the food court. I wanted Chinese food and he wanted to eat at the pizza place. He came with me and I got two egg rolls and a container of Kung Pao chicken and then we walked over to the Italian place and he got 4 slices of supreme pizza and we split a drink.

It took him no time at all to finish his food and he decided to go to the ice cream shop and get us a "Banana Split For Two" which had to be the most ice cream I've ever seen! He started digging in and I just watched him. He was like a little kid; chocolate all down the front of himself, whipped cream everywhere. I finished my dinner, cleaned him up a bit and then ate a little of the ice cream. When all was done, we left the mall and went to the club.

I didn't feel so awkward as I would have felt if I was still wearing the blue jeans and red shirt. Everyone was dressed in the outcast fashion, 'it's cool to be uncool' kind of thing. I ordered a Coke and danced around with Dean for a while. After a few songs, I sat down and sipped my drink. Dean came up behind me and began kissing my neck. I felt really faint all of a sudden.

"Dean, I think there was something put in my drink because now I don't feel so good." 

"There's something I need to tell you but I'm not quite sure how to do it," he said.

"Just say it... nothing could change how I feel about you."

"Let's go back to the hotel, I don't feel much like partying any more," he said, sounding miserable.

I couldn't help feeling bad for him, he had something to tell me but was too afraid to do it.

"I'm sorry my love, we can spend all day tomorrow together if you would like," I suggested

The look on his face seemed even more dismal and it looked as if he would cry. I took him by the hand and we left the club. I took him to the car and I sat him in the passenger seat and I turned on the car and sped off. He looked so pitiful sitting there in the seat, which was still reclined from last night. I parked the car in his usual spot at the hotel and turned it off.

"Do you want to go inside?" I asked

"We need to talk, I can't keep this from you any longer."

"Well, let's go inside where its warmer and we can talk all about it," I recommended.

We walked to the elevator, hand in hand, him leaning on me for some sort of support; more emotional than physical. We came to his room and he kicked off his shoes. He was so melancholy, it was very unnerving. I got undressed in the adjoining bathroom and put on a long t-shirt for the night. I sat in the bed and waited for Dean to join me but he didn't. He paced the floor for about five minutes and then slammed his fists on the table in rage.

"I'm going to show you what I am... what kind of monstrous creature I am!!"

He leapt onto the bed like a jungle cat and began crawling his way to me. I was very scared but didn't want to upset him any more. He was very strong and could kill me if he wanted to. He came closer and closer until he eventually got to my face. He laid me down and began kissing me, it felt great. He stopped for a moment and I looked over at him and he had his teeth barred, covered in blood, my blood.



Blood Diaries Ch. 03



Chapter Three: The Angel of Death

I had no fear for my life, if he had wanted to kill me he would have already. I realized that the warm feeling I had been getting was him feeding on me, but I was confident in my assessment that he wouldn't make me his next victim. He wanted me to panic, to flee and leave him, but I couldn't. instead I leaned forward and embraced him. He became very shocked at my reaction.

"Who made you the way you are?" I asked.

"I have never told this story before," he said, as he sat down, "but I have rehearsed this over and over in my head, at least a hundred times. I was born in 1863 to Harold Dean Hunter and Elizabeth Anne Hunter. My parents were very wealthy and we lived in a rich neighborhood in New York. A nanny raised me, my mother had a terminal illness and the doctors could find nothing to ease her pain. My father couldn't stand to be at home and see his wife dying and she would rather he wasn't there too, so he spent most of his time at work or at the tavern. When my mother died in 1869, my father hung himself. After that I was raised in a foster home until I was eighteen. I was given my inheritance, which had collected a lot of interest in twelve years. I gave my foster family some of the money and then moved back into my birth home.

"I lived on my own for a long time, working hard and investing my money wisely. I fell in love with my neighbor's cleaning girl. She was the oldest child in her family and all of the money she earned went to help feed her brothers and sisters. Her name was Antoinette and she had the most beautiful brown eyes and she always wore her hair up, covered by a scarf. I walked her home one evening and she had told me about her family, how her mother was not well and how her sisters worked in a fabric mill for very little money and her brothers shined shoes in the square. I lavished her with gifts; clothes made with silks from the Orient, perfume from France, jewels from all corners of the world, most of which she probably pawned for much needed things and I wouldn't have minded. We would walk along the boardwalk every night and then I would drive her home in my car.

"One night I parked by the river and just sat there looking at the stars until I dosed off. I was awakened with a violent shake of the car and a figure pounced on me and began feeding. When I was to the brink of death, my assailant looked at me and it was my lovely Antoinette. She was in shock at what she had done and sat on the seat weeping. She didn't want me to die, so she fed me on her blood and gave me immortality. She ran off into the night and I never saw her again, but I never really looked for her either, I thought it would be too painful for her. 

"Now I must put a question before you, would you wish to join me in immortality?" he asked.

"I don't know... I would love to be with you, but am I to give up my dreams and the light to do this?" I questioned.

"Ha! You read too many books, my love. The sun cannot harm us, even though I tend to burn more easily," he chuckled.

"What about fire?" I asked

"Not true."

"Drinking from the dead?"

"It tastes very disgusting but nothing has happened to me," he replied.

"Can you read minds?" I asked

"No, 'the gift' just heightens your existing senses. You are more like and animal, versus a god as the books describe it. Your senses become acute to help you hunt," he explained. "Also, I don't become tired from physical activity, so I could run for hours and never be out of breath, I guess it's supposed to help us hunt as well."

"Can you fly?" I asked

"Well kind of... I can leap very high and it's almost like flying," he revealed.

"Does your human body die?" I asked.

"You really do read too much! Do you have the whole 'Vampire Chronicles' series?" he laughed, "but your human body doesn't die. I eat and drink... you've seen what I can do to a sundae! But I could never survive without blood. I have also had a child with a mortal woman. Her name was Sophia, she was from Italy. We were married in 1914, after I had made my first million dollars selling my father's company. I was overjoyed when she told me she was pregnant. But it wasn't meant to be, Sophia died in childbirth and Ivan died when he was 5 from the mumps," he said, getting a little depressed from bringing up old memories.

"So nothing can kill you?" I asked, wondering how this could be true.

"I don't know everything, I only know from experience. I am still alive and I have been in the sun so I know that is false. If you are beheaded and your body turned to cinders, you may not be able to regenerate," He explained.

"Now I do know this," he continued, "vampires need blood to survive. I feed on the men who abuse women; abusive husbands, Johns and pimps who keep prostitution alive, rapists, peeping toms, stalkers. I am ever vigilant and take only those who deserve it. I hunt my quarry and kill painlessly."

"Do you know of any other vampires?" I was so full of questions.

"I have met many vampires, that club I took you to was a vampire club. They populate the world and blend in with everyone else, because they are like everyone else.

"If you join me, we can live together forever, hunt at night and then go out and live life to its fullest."

"I need to think for a moment," I said.

"And I need a walk... I will be back in a little while," he said. 

I knew what a walk meant: hunting. Could I spend all eternity, feeding on other humans? 

I felt very weak and rested on the bed, making a mound of blankets to support my head. I fell asleep until Dean came back around three hours later. He came in through the sliding glass door on the balcony, it seemed as if he made no noise at all. He climbed into bed and stroked my head, thinking I was asleep. I rolled over and smiled at him.

"I want it, I want you," I said

"Are you sure? You must be absolutely sure," he said

"I am absolutely sure," I declared as I gave him a kiss.

"Now, you must want to live. When I take your blood, you will come very close to death, my love but you must hang on. I love you, my darling," he declared.

He kissed me on the forehead and I wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could. I was so scared and he could sense it. He held me close until I calmed down a bit. He laid me down on the bed and began nuzzling my cheek, then worked his way to my neck. He sucked on my soft flesh, as if he still hungered, even though he went hunting. 'Did he not catch a meal? Will he suck me dry on accident, because he hadn't fed earlier?!' I thought to myself. He felt my anxiety and my quickened heart rate and he stopped for a moment. 

He lay on his side as I was rigidly lying on my back. My hands were balled up so tightly that my nails had broken the skin and blood leaked down my fingers. He had noticed it and he sat up. He lifted my hand to examine it and had his head cocked to the side, intrigued by the pain I was inflicting on myself. He pried my hand open and looked into my eyes. He took my palm to his mouth and began lapping up the blood. He cleaned the blood away from the crescent shaped wounds and they healed instantly. He sucked all of the blood off of each finger and then put my hand on his heart. I felt a very powerful beating that took over my senses, a beating that had influenced my heart and slowed it down significantly. 

I rolled over onto my side and showed him my other injured palm and he cleaned it and healed it as well. We held each other again and he began sucking my neck lovingly. I felt his teeth this time and gasped as he took the first draft of my blood. He stroked my hair and held me as he continued drinking. My vision became blurry, my muscles weak, my heart slow and faint. He had stopped and looked into my eyes. He put his wrist to his mouth and gashed it with his teeth and put it to my mouth. I drank. With every mouthful I became stronger and my heart began to pound. He let me continue until it pained him and he took his hand away. I pounced on him, not knowing my strength, and clawed at his chest, drawing blood, which I quickly lapped up. He leapt up with a grunt and held me against the wall until I regained my senses. I began to weep and he let me down, holding me tightly now. His large arms still made me feel safe.

"You need to hunt, my love," he explained.

"I don't know if I can! How do I kill and who do I kill?!" I asked.

"I am thinking you could be the 'Angel of Death'. Come to people in their dying hour and give them a painless death. End the suffering of the victims and their families. If you wished, you could come to them in white and tell them not to be afraid," he suggested, very poetically.

I couldn't picture myself dressed in white but it sounded very good. I could end suffering in terminally ill people. I pulled out a white bell-sleeved shirt and a white skirt with pearl-colored pinstripes. It looked very well on me and I loved the looks Dean gave me. I grabbed Dean by the arm.

"Where should we go?" I asked.

"How about the hospital or the nursing home?" he said.

"I'm so hungry." 

"I understand, my love. Let's take the car to the hospital and see what we can do."



Blood Diaries Ch. 04



PART FOUR- Secret Rendezvous

We left in his car and headed towards the hospital. The roads were icy and the sporty little car had a hard time sticking to it. We got to the hospital and parked on the visitor’s side of the parking lot. He grabbed me around the waist and shot himself up and landed on a small window ledge. He pried open the window and let us into the room. We immediately heard a woman yelling hysterically on the other side of the door.

“He is going to die. He was in a car accident and is brain dead,” I said resolutely.

“How do you know that to be true?” Dean said as he walked over to see the man’s chart. “Well it is true… how did you know that?”

“I don’t know! I just… you know how you said that the gift heightened your existing senses… well I think I was partly psychic before and it has given me the gift fully. Her mind,” I said as I motioned to the door, “is like an open book, his is completely void of anything.”

“The only reason he is alive is because of those machines. Please take him, it is the right thing to do and she wants it,” he said

I went over to his side and leaned my neck to get the best angle. His flesh was warm and sweet. I made him my first victim and drank until he died peacefully. The E.K.G machine went off and Dean grabbed me up swiftly and jumped out of the window, onto the ledge. He slid the window shut and jumped down to the ground with me in his arms. We came to the ground softly but swiftly and scurried back to the car. I felt the rush of my first meal and the blood coursing through my veins. 

It was silence for a few minutes as we drove off until Dean said “So what am I thinking about?”

“Well you are thinking about how I can read minds, who you are going to tell when we go to the club tomorrow and what else you plan to do tonight… no, we are not going to soil the pool house at the hotel,” I said.

He didn’t say anything, just drove on.

“I can block it though, I don’t like knowing what you are thinking, and it spoils the surprise!” I told him.

He smiled, “That’s good, I like surprising you! But we are going to the club tomorrow, it should be a little more interesting this time. For now we are going home, I guess we won’t be having any fun though,” he pouted, his bottom lip protruding slightly.

“No one said we weren’t going to have fun, I just said we weren’t going to do it in the pool house for god’s sake!” I chuckled “Can we go to the club again tonight? I just want to go out and do something.”

“The club is closed now, it’s almost five in the morning, but if you wanted we could get something to eat at Denny’s,” he said

“I want some eggs and waffles and hash browns and a big glass of orange juice!”

He just smiled at me and said, “That sounds good, and then we can sleep away the day together.”

We did a U-turn and headed towards the restaurant. The first rays of sunlight were coloring the horizon a pale yellow. I couldn’t think of much to say so I just leaned over and rested on his shoulder as he drove. Occasionally he would rub my cheek with a free hand. I offered him my hand and he held it tightly as he drove. We pulled into the lot and I had dosed off for a moment and he just stared at me. I was his forever. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. I woke up with a smile and kissed him, a very passionate kiss. He broke it off after a moment and we walked into Denny’s and the hostess seated us. 

Surprisingly, there were quite a few people in there; a few truckers, some teens, but mostly business men who dined on coffee and toast. We looked at our menus as we sat in the booth. He played footsie with me and for once, I played back. After we had made our minds up on what we wanted, we used the menus to make a wall on the table so the others couldn’t see us. We leaned over the table to each other and kissed some more. We heard the waitress clear her throat and looked up to see her standing over us. We broke our kiss and I sat back down, my face red.

“What will you two love birds have today?” the waitress said with a Southern accent, which was weird in Rhode Island.

“Well, I will have some coffee, the western omelet platter with sausage and a side of hash browns. My lovely fiancée will have a side of hash browns, sunny side-up eggs, and two sides of pancakes. Oh, and an orange juice,” He said

“Well can’t the little lady speak for herself?” she asked.

I was about to talk when Dean spoke up. “No she can’t. She’s a mute!” he said defensively.

I went along with it and nodded to her and made some hand gestures. Dean explained them to her saying "She says it’s okay, she gets it often."

When she left I began giggling and kicked him under the table. I leaned over and whispered to him for the rest of the morning, making hand gestures as well. When our food came we sat there and ate quietly. I stole one of his sausage links and he stabbed my eggs with his fork and made the yellow run out all over. I threw my parsley at him and he threw a piece of green pepper at me. The food fight escalated. When we finished he tipped the waitress ten dollars for a six-dollar meal. She was quite pleased until she saw the mess from our food war.

We walked along the streets for hours talking about everything. He revealed to me that he was one of the richest men in America and he didn’t work for the big computer business, he owned it. He told of the vast amounts of money he had in accounts overseas, condos and villas in Paris, Naples, Rome and Beijing and the very large mansion in the heart of Texas. We meandered back to the car and hopped in.

“Let’s go somewhere new!” I suggested excitedly

“But, hunnie, I’m tired! I have been up for twenty hours straight,” he pleaded, “Can’t we just go back to the hotel for a while?”

“Okay, I guess,” I pouted.

He kissed my cheek and started up the car.

“Are you sure you can drive home safely?” I asked

“If you want to drive you may,” he said, not wanting to admit he wasn’t rested enough to drive.

We switched seats and I sped out of the lot. He was a little unnerved by my driving style; fast and a little reckless. I had always been afraid when others drove me around but when I drive myself I feel completely fearless. He settled down in his seat and drifted off to sleep, curled up like a little baby. I glanced over at him every few minutes, wondering what he was dreaming but I fought the urge to read his thoughts. I put on my turn signal to turn onto the exit that would take us to the hotel but then had an idea and just zoomed past it. I headed north. I turned on the radio and Dean was so sound asleep he didn’t even stir. I scanned through all of the stations and a classical melody was playing on one of them. I turned it up a few notches. I drove for a few hours and turned onto a single lane road. The mailbox was hand-painted with a seaside scene and said “Boan” and I knew they would be there. I tried to slow down but I hit the large bump hard any way. Dean stirred slightly but fell back asleep. I pulled up to the house and a woman and her dogs came out. Se had short brown hair and dressed in a thin shirt and a pair of tight jeans, despite the frigid temperature. I got out and shut the door quietly and ran up to the woman and hugged her warmly. 

“You look well, Dana,” she said

“You look splendid, Kittie,” I said as she blushed.

I kissed her cheek and began walking with her towards the house, completely forgetting Dean. I went over and shut off the car and he woke up.

“Where are we?!” he asked, alarmed

“Come on sleepy head,” said Kittie as she held out her hand to him.

He grasped it and climbed out of the car. We all walked into the house and I sat down at the table as Dean just stood there. Kittie brought over some cups and a teapot and I poured some for myself and some for Dean. I patted the chair next to me and he sat there meekly.

“I had a feeling you would be coming to visit soon,” she said, “and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Dean.”

“I haven’t really met you though,” he said.

“I’m Kittie, I went to school with Dana,” she explained.

“Thank you for your hospitality,” he said.

“So where’s Nathan?” I asked. 

“He’s at the restaurant. I went in early and made the bread and pastries and had to come home. I had a weird feeling that I should be there,” she said with a wink.

Dean didn’t quite understand but it didn’t matter. There was a period of silence as I held Dean’s hand and looked at Kittie. Then I said “That’s a particularly devilish idea!”

“Isn’t it?!” she replied.

“Whoa, okay I’m lost!” Dean interjected.

We just giggled and I squeezed his hand lovingly

“We will need some sunglasses and a big hat to pull it off because he will notice in a heartbeat if we don’t,” I said.

“Notice what?” Dean asked.

I sipped my tea and Kittie went and got the things we needed. A large scarf, a pair of outlandish sunglasses and an oversized hat. We climbed into Kittie’s car and drove into town. Every now and then she would say “I know,” or “Yeah, he’s been that way for a while,” and Dean finally realized what we were doing. We were communicating telepathically. Kittie sensed his convictions and she spoke up.

“Yeah, Dean, it freaks Nathan out too! He’s always saying ‘Tell me, tell me!’ and gets mad at us when we make him think its him we are talking about” she jested.

We pulled up behind the quaint little restaurant and I put on my disguise. 

“Now Dean, Dana is going to walk in with you but she’s not going to say a word. You must tell the man at the cash register that you are lost and need directions to get to Providence. After he gives you the directions Dana will surprise him, okay?”

He nodded and Kittie went in the back door and I waited a few minutes and we walked in the front.

“Excuse me sir, I am lost and need directions to Providence.” Dean said.

“Yeah, you can take the shortcut by taking the main road and following the signs.” He explained

“Oh so if you know how to get there why don’t you ever come and visit?!” I said.

“Dana?! Oh Wow!” he said as I took off my disguise.

We hugged over the counter and he kissed my cheek lovingly. He shook Dean’s hand heartily and they introduced themselves. I sat down in one of the café chairs, thoroughly exhausted. Kittie sat next to me and held my hand and we talked some more in each other’s thoughts. 

“I hate it when they do that!” Nathan muttered to Dean.

“It is a little odd but at the same time its fascinating” Dean replied

“So what are you doing up in the wild north?” Nathan asked

“Well I fell asleep in the car and she drove me here. I’m still not quite sure where here is!” he chuckled

They continued to laugh and talk about things as Kittie and I continued our silent conversation.

“So when are you due?” I asked her in her mind

“I had hoped you wouldn’t notice! But I guess it was foolish to try to hide it from you. I just got pregnant, it will be another seven and a half months before she comes. Nathan doesn’t know so don’t tell him,” she replied.

“Oh so you do know it is a girl. I was going to tell you if you wanted to know. So how is life treating you guys?”

“Well you noticed our big house. When Nathan’s father died, he left him quite a lot of money, more than I ever expected. We bought the house and opened the restaurant, naming it after Nathan’s father. Nathan proposed to me and we married quickly. I have never been happier,” she said to me. “So how are you and Dean? Anything interesting happen that I should know about?! Anything you think you are hiding from me, but in truth I already know. You have changed, for the better of course.”

“You mean the happiness?! The pure bliss I am in right now?” I said, dancing around the truth.

“No… I’m talking about the Dark Gift.”

I was visibly shaken and got up and walked out of the restaurant. Dean came after me. I bolted from him but he caught me in his embrace. My eyes welled up and tried to tear away from him. 

“Calm down and get back in here, you are making a spectacle!” her voice boomed in my head, the voice of reason. “Don’t you think it’s odd that I haven’t changed in four years. I am still the same, never growing older in appearance.”

I relented, sobered by her last comment. She had always had an interest in vampirism and had even drunk Nathan’s blood on many occasions. As I hobbled back into the restaurant, Kittie was sitting in the same spot, sipping her coffee and smiling at me.

“And don’t think that I haven’t given it to Nathan. When we were married I brought him into our world,” she explained.

“Nathan, make her something to drink. She’s tired, I think I should take her home for a while. You and Dean could get to know each other better and put him to work!” she said as she smiled.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun Kittie,” Nathan said as he offered me a warm tea, “We need some strong hands to knead the dough and make deliveries.”

“She’s been driving for five hours and hasn’t had sleep since noon yesterday,” Dean said as he held me tightly.

“Well my! No wonder she is tired, she’s been up for almost twenty-four hours straight!” Kittie said.

Kayla escorted me to the car and she drove back down the dirt road and parked in the garage. We walked into the house together and she took me into her room. It smelled of rosemary and lavender and made me want to just sleep. I weakened and braced against her and she helped me to the bed. I sat down and kicked off my shoes and she pulled back the covers for me. She tucked me in lovingly. I immediately curled up with another pillow and dozed off. 

“Sleep little one. The first sleep of your vampiric life,” I heard her voice whisper in my head.



Blood Diaries Ch. 05



PART FIVE- Just Like Antoinette

I dreamt the most splendid dreams that day: Kittie, Nathan and Dean working together in the restaurant, Dean being drilled by questions about the late 1800’s and all the things that he had learned. Dean told the highlights of his life but never delved into too much detail. Nathan and Dean joked back and forth, slightly irritating Kittie.

“If Dana were here we would have an even match, but you guys are just picking on me!” she pouted.

The guys just laughed and Nathan gave her a hug. Then I realized what I was seeing wasn’t a dream at all. I was reading their thoughts and mapping a picture of it all in my head. 

Kittie had sensed my invasion, “You seek us out even in your bed! Go to sleep! You need your rest darling.”

Her words compelled me to dissolve the images before me and I drifted off into a deeper sleep. I had visions of the falling snow and the full moon and other beautiful things in nature. 

Some time had elapsed and I was roused out of my sleep by Dean climbing into the bed, and holding me tightly. I began to stir and he told me to go back to sleep and he sank his teeth into me. It had the same warm and lulling effect as before and my eyes felt heavy again. He tore at his wrist with his nails and put it to my lips and I sucked unconsciously. There we were, locked in a vampire’s kiss. 

I woke up and climbed out of bed, leaving Dean wrapped around a pillow instead of me. I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. Nathan and Kittie came in through the back door, laughing about something.

“Well. I’m so glad you are awake, sleepy head,” Nathan said.

“Did you sleep well hun?” Kittie asked as she made some tea for herself.

“Very well, thank you. Thanks for all of your hospitality,” I answered.

“No problem!” they both said in unison.

“What time is it anyway?” I said as I noticed it was dark outside.

“About five o’clock,” Nathan said.

“So what are we going to do tonight? Dean was telling us about this club in Providence that we should check out. Maybe we could all go together,” Kittie suggested.

“I don’t know what I want to do, I guess I will just follow you guys around. The club was nice; good music and freedom from the normalcy of life. But I am so hungry right now… I wish Dean would wake up so we could go out together. I’ve only hunted once and I’m scared to go alone,” I said, being slightly juvenile.

I took my seat on the couch and brought my knees up to my chest. I had never felt so insatiable before. I could feel the muscles of my stomach contracting and causing horrible hunger pangs. 

“When was the last you have eaten?” Nathan asked sympathetically.

“Last night. We went to the hospital and I had my first meal,” I replied.

“How many did you kill for your first meal?” Kittie asked.

“One.”

“Only one! No wonder you are hungry! Nathan drank from five hearty men for his first meal, and you drink from one person in the hospital!” she scoffed, “If you want, I can take you to feed.”

“Ummm, I don’t know,” I said.

“I understand if you would rather hunt with Dean but you need something to eat now! Nathan go in the fridge and get a thing of cow’s blood and heat it up in the microwave,” she said.

“Cow’s blood?!”

“It’s not the best but it helps, especially when you are really hungry,” Nathan told me.

He offered me a pouch that looked like the same thing the Red Cross uses when you donate blood. It was just warm enough to feel like human blood. I took a sip through the opening and it tasted very similar to the real thing. I drank it all and felt my pain go away. I wasn’t completely satisfied as I had been with the man in the hospital but it was enough for now. 

“Thanks guys! I feel so much better,” I said as I got up and walked over to the door, “Let’s go outside or something, I’m bored!” 

“I think we should wake Dean up and go out to the mall or to dinner.” Nathan said.

“Yeah, you get to go to fancy French restaurants and the sort while we live like peasants here!” Kittie said to me with mock jealousy.

“You act like I was born yesterday. Oh wait… I was, but that’s not the point. I know you guys are rolling in the money as well. You only spent about half of it when you bought the house, cars, and restaurant! And Kittie has the house in Alaska and the private plane,” I said, sticking out my tongue.

We all laughed and I gave Nathan a punch in the shoulder. The Dark Trick had worked in unusual ways on him. He seemed far more muscular than he ever was, his face and body slimmed down and toned up. It was even as if he had grown taller. His hair was no longer that giant mop of brown locks it had been before; it was now just subtly wavy and down to just before his shoulders and he had ditched the bangs. But the one thing it could never change was his eyes. Eyes that seemed to stare into your soul and mesmerize you. 

Of course since Kittie was already a vampire when I first met her, she hadn’t changed a bit! She wore her hair in a style from the eighties, short all around except for two pieces that hung down in her face. Her figure was permanently beautiful, a perfect hourglass. She wore clothes that looked as if they were from the eighties as well: tight jeans with holes cut in the knees, a t-shirt that exposed her little midriff and a pair of cute leather boots. She looked like one of those little Anime characters in the Japanese cartoons.

“Let’s wake Dean! He’s slept the whole way up here, and napped for five hours today!” Kittie suggested.

“I guess we could, let me do it because I don’t want him to get cranky!” I chuckled.

I walked into the room and crawled onto the bed. I got under the covers and ran my nails across his stomach. He groaned slightly and rolled over towards me. I let out a little squeak and rolled away to avoid being crushed by him. I ran my fingers through his hair and said “wake up hunnie” in a low whisper. He stirred even more and looked over at me and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. 

“We are waiting on you. We all want to go out and have some fun.”

“Ok, I’m up, I’m up,” He said as he rolled onto his back once more. 

I put my head on his chest and draped my arm over his stomach. I loved listening to his heartbeat and his breaths as they filled his lungs. He undid my ponytail and ran his fingers through my hair. He relished in its softness and smell. I sighed softly and nuzzled his chest.

“Ok you two love birds! I knew I shouldn’t have let you go wake him up! We are all ready to go and you guys are sitting here cuddling in bed. One would think you just met a few days ago!” Nathan jested.

I chucked a pillow at his head and it hit him hard. I sat up and got my brush out of my purse. I brushed out my hair and went to put it up and Dean stopped me and told me to leave it down. We all went out to the garage and took out Kittie’s S.U.V. and sped down the road. We were off towards Providence. I sat in the back seat with my head in Dean’s lap as he resumed playing with my hair. Kittie would look back in her rear-view mirror at us occasionally and roll her eyes at us. But she was being quite hypocritical, holding Nathan’s hand as she drove. 

“I need to hunt… how about we split up in groups of two and explore the city and get something to eat,” Dean suggested, “I’ll go with Kittie if you want to go with Nathan.”

“I am quite hungry,” Kittie piped in.

“If you pull over right here I can show Kittie a good place!” Dean said.

We were right in front of a strip club. Dean always loved preying on the worst of society. She pulled over and Nathan climbed over the console and began driving further down the road. 

“Where do you want to go?” Nathan asked.

“I don’t know, I don’t really know how to hunt!” I said, upset over my dependence on others.

“Well you went to the hospital before, want to go there again?”

“Not really. We had to dart out of there because the EKG machine went off and I don’t like to have to jump out of windows to avoid being caught.”

“What do you like to hunt? I like to travel through the alleyways and wait until someone tries to harm me.”

“I liked being the Angel of Death, it gave me a purpose.”

“Well it’s kind of cold in the park, you could put some of the homeless out of their misery,” he suggested.

“I don’t know… whatever,” I said, dejectedly.

“Let’s go with my plan because I don’t like killing the innocent, no matter how much pain they are in.”

I gave him directions and he drove to the worst part of town. We walked around, waiting for someone to strike. We didn’t wait long. A man with a switchblade lunged after us and demanded our money and Nathan reached out with lightning speed and grabbed him by the throat. He offered him to me but I declined. He sunk his teeth into the thief and drained him quickly. He discarded the body in a dumpster and we walked on. I was scared and walked behind him, hoping someone wouldn’t jump out again. That was to be pure folly. 

A man came out of the shadows and grabbed me by the wrist. I let out a scream and he muffled my mouth. Nathan spun around and punched him right in the face. He stumbled backwards and I went down with him. Nathan offered me his hand and I got back up. Nathan motioned that this one was mine and I got nervous. I leaned over and pierced his flesh with my fangs and he blood flowed into my mouth. I drank from him and became very full but there was still more to be had. Nathan took over and took his life. 

Dean and Kittie were hunting on the other side of town and had found their prey easily. They killed quickly and without mercy, one for Dean and two for Kittie. They sought us out and Kittie tracked us down using our telepathic bond. We met up by the car and once again we were on our way, in the same seat configuration as before. 

“I feel like going to dinner at a fancy restaurant later. Who’s with me?” Dean said.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” Kittie said.

“Neither do I,” Nathan interrupted.

“And we are quite a way from home,” said Kittie.

“Well, we can stop at my hotel, and Dana and I have some clothes there that would be suitable. Then we can drive back to your place and you guys can get something, then we will eat dinner up there,” Dean said, “Or, Kittie, you look to be the same size as Dana. Couldn’t you try one of her dresses on? Or if all else fails, we can just go shopping!”

“Shopping is your solution to everything,” I said, a little peeved.

“But it is so much fun! The styles of men’s clothes today are so beautiful, but the women’s clothes have something to be desired!” Dean said

“Yeah, like extra cleavage and bum!” Nathan said, making Kittie very mad at him.

“I’ve got it! Lets go to this one restaurant, it’s a bit out of our way but it has ballroom dancing! We can go to the mall, and get some clothes for us boys and then go to this period clothing shop I know of. We will outfit you girls so marvelously!” Dean suggested.

Nathan and Dean got very giddy thinking of us decked out in that manner and honestly the thought appealed to me, but Kittie wasn’t too happy with it all. She didn’t want to go dancing or get dressed up in something that wasn’t her style. But we all begged her and she finally relented and she drove where Dean directed. About and hour later we pulled into a small shopping center with a store in the middle called “Ruby’s Period Clothing”. Dean handed Nathan the suit that they had bought at the men’s clothing store and they escorted us out. 

As we walked through, the door hit a bell hanging over it, signaling a tall, bleach-blonde woman to emerge from the back room.

“Well how are you doing today? My name is Ruby, anything you need, just ask,” The woman said.

“Ruby, we wish to fit each of these women into a ball gown, something from the late seventeen hundreds perhaps. And if it is possible, we wish to be directed to a place that might be able to do their hair in the style of the period,” Dean said.

“I can do their hair if you wish. First thing is to get these ladies into a corset and petticoat. What color would you ladies like to be wearing this evening?” Ruby asked.

“Something like a crimson red?” Kittie asked, finally getting a bit excited.

“I don’t know… What do you think Dean?” I asked.

“Maybe a periwinkle, if you have it,” he suggested.

“We have both of those colors. If you gentlemen wouldn’t mind, have a seat and I will fit these ladies in the back room,” Ruby replied.

She directed us to the back room as Dean and Nathan took their seats. She took the measuring tape from around her neck and measured our hips, waist and bust. She handed Kittie a beautiful red corset with a pearl beading along the top of it. She then went through some boxes and found mine. It was beautifully decorated with black lace in a ‘V’ shape along the midsection that allowed some of the blue to peak though.

“Now go into the dressing area and go down to your panties only. Step into the corset and slide it up your body. I will lace it for you when you are ready,” She instructed.

We did as we were told and got undressed. Kittie folded her clothes as she went along but I just tossed them in a pile on the floor as I took them off. We slipped into our corsets and Ruby laced us up very tightly. She wrapped each of us in a fresh, cream-colored petticoat and began painstakingly buttoning all of the buttons going down the length of it. There had to be thirty of them on each skirt but she finished quickly. 

“Now you ladies are decent enough to go out and pick your dress styles, but I’m sure the men will have some input! They may have even already picked one out for you!” she chuckled.

As we walked out Dean blushed, he knew it was improper to see a woman in only her petticoat. As for Nathan, he loved seeing Kittie like that.

“What style do you like?” I asked

“I like this one right here,” he said as he motioned to a mannequin, “It has a simple straight style and would look beautiful in that blue, maybe with some more black lace… you would look just like Ant-, never mind,” he cut himself off.

“I like it too. Ruby we will take this one in the blue of my corset. And can we get it accented with some of the same black lace?”

“Sure, anything else for you?”

“Maybe some slippers, in black please, size eight and a half.”

“Coming right up,” She said.

“Kittie, have you figured out one for yourself?”

“Nathan is insisting on this double butt thing but there is no way I’m getting in that!” she said.

Dean chuckled as Nathan and Kittie went around the store some more. You could hear the whirring of the sewing machine in the back room as Ruby added things to my skirt. Then Kittie finally found one she liked. It was just like Cinderella’s dress; the one the mice made with the bows and the sides pulled up, and it was the same shade red as her corset with black underneath. 

“Ruby, I’ve found one!” Kittie said.

The sewing machine stopped and Ruby came out with my dress. She had scalloped the lace along the top third of the skirt and it was gorgeous. 

“Well, that one matches perfectly already! But I will have to take it in a size. It will only take a moment though.”

I felt tired and went over to Dean and he motioned for me to sit on his lap and I did, curling up and nuzzling the crook of his shoulder. I guess Nathan got a bit jealous because he proceeded to wrap his arms around Kittie’s waist and she allowed him. Ruby came back out and help Kittie and I get in our dresses and she buttoned them along the back. She gave Kittie and I our slippers and we put them on and Dean and Nathan each picked out a necklace for us. 

“Ruby, can Nathan and I get an ascot to match our ladies dresses?” Dean asked.

“Sure” she said as she pulled out a crimson one for Nathan and a periwinkle one for Dean.

“Now about their hair, it’s the only thing missing for the full effect.” Dean said.

“Yes, I can do much with your girlfriend’s hair and I was thinking that the one in red would look just perfect with a circlet or tiara.”

“That sounds nice, do your magic ma’am,” Dean said as he handed me over to Ruby once more.

She went through her cabinet and pulled out a pretty circlet wrapped in silk and placed it on Kittie’s head and adjusted her bangs so it held them in place. Then she sat me down in a chair and began plaiting my hair in a tight French braid. She then flipped the half braided hair up and secured it to my head. The curls fell in my face and it looked gorgeous already. She heated up a curling iron and tamed some of the wild curls. I was covered in a mist of hairspray and she was finished. 

“How much do I owe you for all of this?” Dean asked.

“Well, two corsets, two petticoats, two pairs of slippers, two dresses, two ascots, the hairstyling, one circlet and two necklaces come to four hundred dollars and sixty cents.”

I raised my eyebrows in shock but he just pulled out his wallet and laid twenty-dollar bills on the counter. Nathan and Kittie were shocked to see all the money he dared to carry around with him.



Blood Diaries Ch. 06



PART SIX: A Night to Remember

Dean and Nathan got permission to use Ruby’s back room to change into their new suits and they joined us out by the car. We were quite a sight so see; the men in classic suits and Kittie and I in large billowing dresses with tight corsets. Kittie sat in the back with me and Nathan drove with Dean playing navigator, it would have been impossible for her to drive anyway. Kittie and I communicated telepathically and held hands as we headed out of town.

“You know what would be cute?” I asked, not waiting for an answer, “If Dean and Nathan held hands!”

“Awww, you are so right! Maybe if we think hard enough we can put our thoughts into their heads!” Kittie suggested.

“Hmmm… it’s so harebrained it just might work. I think we just have to do like in the movies and squint really hard and it will happen,” I said, trying to get a laugh out of her, but she took me seriously.

She peered at Nathan harshly, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed. I tapped her on the shoulder and demonstrated it a little better, this time with my head tilted to the side, and then we did it in unison. Nathan had glanced back at us in the rear-view mirror and gazed at us as if we were crazy. Dean gave us a quick look and then turned to Nathan curiously. Dean outstretched his hand and Nathan took hold of it! We had done it… or maybe not. I heard a metallic clank and realized that in Dean’s hand was the seventy-five cents for the toll ahead. 

We burst into peals of laughter, rolling around in our seats as much as the safety belts would allow. Nathan rolled his eyes and dismissed it as just another joke he will never fully appreciate. 

“What is with them? Are they always this goofy around each other?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, pretty much, but at least before they had to whisper and I could make out bits and pieces. Now I am totally clueless!” Nathan replied.

We had calmed down considerably, just the slight chuckle here and there. Kittie and I got comfortable and settled down for a little catnap. I brought up most of my skirt into my lap and made a mound for Kittie to rest her head on. She slid her seatbelt behind her back, so only the lap restraint was on and she leaned over and dozed off. I removed the circlet from her head and played with her soft hair like I had done so many times when we were in high school. 

Dean proceeded to recline his seat and he offered me his hand, which I gladly accepted. His kissed it softly, suckled my fingertips and pressed my palm to his face. Kittie was fast asleep by now, dreaming of fields and pretty crowns made out of wild flowers. Dean exposed my wrist and licked it with a stiff tongue. He punctured the soft flesh with his teeth and nursed on it. I felt the heat rising in my body and he offered it to Nathan. Nathan was a bit reluctant but his animal instincts gave in and he licked the trail of blood off my arm and continued driving. I took back my wrist, which had nearly healed and I gently pressed it to Kittie’s mouth where she subconsciously began to feed.

I stuck my tongue out at Dean and remarked, “Kittie isn’t such a messy eater!”

Everyone had fed off of me and I felt an odd magnetism towards them. They each held a part of me that seemed to draw me closer. I had to pull my wrist away for fear of not having enough energy to withstand the night. Dean leaned over and kissed me and I took this opportunity to take back some of my blood. I licked and sucked on his neck like mortal lovers do. He must have known what I intended because his neck relaxed and his head lay limp on the seat, exposing that wonderful, pulsing vein. The warm, red liquor came spurting into my mouth, though I thought I had only made a tiny incision. After a few moments I felt I had taken enough and pressed my tongue firmly to the wound until it healed. 

I felt like I should rest and I took Dean’s jacket and draped it over myself. He stared at me while I slept, I could feel it but I didn't mind. Kittie stirred occasionally and let out a soft groan as she readjusted her position. Dean guided Nathan to take an exit that would lead us to dinner but we still had thirty minutes of time to kill until we would be at our destination.

We pulled into the valet parking row just as the sun was going down and the automatic path lights were turning on. The restaurant was like the other French one he took me to; too fancy for me to feel comfortable no mater how I dressed or how much money I had. Dean walked up to the maitre d’ and said something in French and the man replied, “Oui, monsieur,” and he hurriedly escorted us to a table by the window. 

“I didn’t know Dean spoke French!” Kittie remarked,

“Neither did I!”

Our waiter rushed out and introduced himself, using a heavy French accent, “Hello, my name is Robert and I will be serving you tonight. May I suggest the shrimp bisque; it is made with the freshest shrimp in the Northeast. And for a main course we have a seafood dish that includes steamed Maine lobster tail with butter and white wine sauce, salmon parcels and marinated mussels. All of our desserts are al a Carte but we have many tarts, pastries and a whole array of chocolates that are very popular with the ladies.”

“All of it sounds really good Robert. I love the bisque here so if you guys don’t mind I can get us all started with that,” Dean said as we all nodded, “and can we get a bottle of champagne. That should be enough for now.”

“Oui, monsieur. I will be right back,” Robert said as he left us to peruse our menus.

We each had our unique tastes; Dean liked rich sauces and hearty meats, Kittie and I loved fresh flavors mixed with other light dishes and Nathan liked the seafood that was available in the Northeast, but we all found that the shrimp bisque was a nice start to a exceptional meal. I ordered first, picking the broiled trout with a side of steamed asparagus and a salad, while Kittie ordered a chef’s salad and fettuccine alfredo. Dean and Nathan both ordered the seafood platter that Robert had described and a salad. 

We talked and ate our food and the waiter checked in on us and removed the empty plates often. When we were finished with our dinner, Kittie and I sampled some of the chocolates and we all split a miniature cheesecake. Dean paid for the meal and gratuity with cash and we headed out. We still had plenty to do tonight.

Dean said that he needed to feed once more tonight and everyone but me shared those sentiments. Nathan pulled over and Kittie got out and walked to the street corner.

“I think I have turned her on to feeding off of the womanizers,” Dean remarked as he got out of the car to help.

Nathan had stayed behind with me, “Go, feed. I will be fine here,” I told him and he left me alone.

I watched the grizzly scene from the car; Kittie had stood on the corner like a prostitute and Dean acted like he was her pimp while Nathan hid in the dark, out of the beam of the streetlight. An SUV pulled up and the driver was talking to Kittie. He was thinking about taking advantage of her so I didn’t feel too bad when she bashed his face into the steering wheel. The passenger got out and attempted to beat her but he was caught by the men and drained easily while Kittie took the life of the unconscious driver. I must have had some of my mortal frame of mind because I thought it all was brutish and barbaric. I had to turn away while they set the scene to look like a car accident. 

They came back, not a tear in their clothing, not a spatter of blood anywhere. The only thing that told of the murder was the smell of fresh human blood on their breath. We drove off but the smell in the car was purely intoxicating and I felt I would black out. 

“You need to eat! Why do you do this to yourself; suffer like you do? You need not be strong around us,” Kittie said. 

She leaned towards me and I felt the smell take over all of my senses. She presented that lovely artery of her neck to me. She had fed more than the men, not sharing her kill so I figured she meant to share it with me. My eyes rolled back as I pricked that soft skin and the fresh, red-hot blood filled my mouth instantaneously. I stopped after only a few mouthfuls, and Kittie was upset but forgiving. 

We pulled up to a large metal gate with an intercom and a metallic voice greeted us, “Hello, Welcome to The Château. May I have your names please?” 

“I am Nathan Boan and I have my wife Kayla Boan. Harold Hunter is here with his fiancé Dana Roeske,” Nathan chimed in.

“Hello Mr. Hunter, it has been quite a while since you have been here, fifty years by my count. We do have new rules here sir, no mortals are allowed, even if they are your guests,” the voice said, the voice of a man from long ago.

“Jean, I never brought mortals in the past, you know that! All of these people are my fiancé’s dear friends; all are blessed with The Gift,” Dean replied.

“Welcome to The Château,” Jean said as the gate opened mechanically. 

We pulled into the large circular driveway and a house came into view. It was one of those houses where the structure was old but all the rooms had been gutted out a while ago and electric lighting and modern amenities were installed. We parked the car and the men escorted us out.

“You are just going to leave the car there?” I asked.

“Once we go inside a valet will come out and park it for us. Please relax, have a little fun,” Dean said, holding my hand lovingly. 

The doors seemed to open by magic but I knew they were just like the automatic doors at the supermarket. The paintings on the walls rivaled those of Botticelli but vampire artists made them all, artists whose talent was only heightened by The Gift. The images were so realistic and vivid it seemed as if you could hear their conversations, or the clanging of swords, or the gentle breezes through the meadow. Each work of art was framed in a gilded frame and had a shiny gold plaque with the creator’s name and the title of his work and all of the plaques glittered down the hall under the spotlights.

I could have stared at the paintings for hours; vivid watercolors, rich oils, elaborate sketches of battle scenes. None of these paintings were grotesque, like someone would typically think a ‘savage’ creature would choose to represent. But Dean dragged me on and we walked out of the hall into a ballroom.

A bright light illuminated from the crystal chandeliers, which immediately drew your eye up to the ceiling. It was an immense room with dome ceilings that had a geometric pattern carved in it. The ceiling was painted with rich browns, creams and trimmed in gold. The music resonated from an entire orchestra that was assembled towards the back wall, but none of the players were mortal. The percussion instruments were struck with fury and power, the bows raced across their strings, the piccolo player never lost her breath despite the speed of the music. All of my senses were overtaken and I was in awe at the lavishness. 

People who greeted Dean as if he were royalty, saying things like, “It’s been so long!” and “Come talk and tell us your stories,” quickly surrounded us. He smiled graciously. A man came up and gave him a hearty handshake and a warm hug.

“My good man, it is nice to see you after so long!” said the man and I recognized his voice from the intercom at the front gate.

“Hello Jean, my good friend, is Marco or Nickolaus here?” 

“Yes they both are, but now they are called by Marc and Nick. We all have to keep up with the times or we might not make it!” Jean replied. “Christina is here as well,” the man said with a wink.

“Maybe I will talk to her later,” Dean said, turning red in the face.

I thought hard about this and came to the conclusion that they were romantically involved at one point. ‘What would have broken them up?’ I asked myself. I was feeling a bit jealous but dismissed it; he was in love with me now. 

We walked to one of the tables and sat for a moment in which I took advantage of and drank in the sights. Everyone was in the dress of his or her time period, most of which were dressed like us. I guess the ‘baby boom’ for vampires in America was in the seventeen hundreds. The men led their partners out on the dance floor and they spun around like the dancers in music boxes. I hadn’t realized but Kittie and Nathan were already out there and Dean was offering me his hand. I snapped back to reality and allowed myself to be led around.

We danced for quite a while but never the slow, close dances that I was used to, the kind where you just hold each other and sway back and forth. The tempo picked up then slowed down and the piccolo player had a beautifully moving solo.

All of a sudden he got a tap on the shoulder and a sweet melodic voice asked, “May I have this dance?”

“Ummm, Christina, hello, ummm, if my fiancé doesn’t mind,” he stammered.

“I don’t mind,” I said but secretly I couldn’t stand it!

I walked off the floor and sat in my seat. After five minutes I got fed up and walked out into the hall with the beautiful paintings. I stood in front of an oil painting that depicted a large bonfire with people dancing around the tall flames a full moon high above. I felt as if I was there; my face warmed and ruddy because of the fire, my hair wild and my dress tattered, the embers falling in front of my eyes. I was in another world. I had not noticed that a man had walked up behind me and he tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped, completely startled.

“I’m sorry miss! I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t know my paintings had such an effect on people,” the man said.

I looked at the plaque and it said ‘Pagan Rites by Marco Jowet’ and I asked the man, “The same Marco who is friends with Dean?”

“Yes” he said simply.

“Do you have any other works here?” I asked

“Would you like to see them?”

“Please! I mean, I would love to,” I said, realizing I may be sounding to overbearing or anxious. 

“Follow me. Jean, when he is finished, please tell Mr. Hunter that I am taking Dana to go see my paintings. I wouldn’t want him to worry,” he said as we went down the hall, past the ballroom.

I followed him to the end of the corridor where he opened a door and flicked on a switch. The room was filled to the brim with stacks of canvases; some complete and lacquered to seal them, some unfinished and one was on a large wall with his palette right next to it. 

He pulled up a chair for me, “It is impolite for a lady to have to stand.”

“Thank you”

He took off his jacket and loosened his clip-on bow tie. He stood before his canvas, rolling up his sleeves and admiring his own work. He rifled through a shoebox with paint in it and squeezed it onto his palette, mixing the pigments with a brush. He began painting with lightning fast movements, none of which were ever sketched out. The rudimentary shapes were appearing; a medieval court with brightly colored jesters, knights in armor, banners flying. There was just enough room for one throne in the middle instead of the customary two but he hadn’t even begun painting that area. He seemed to work from the outside, inward. 

I stood up because I had to have a closer look at this masterpiece in progress. Every brush stroke was swift but precise; nothing seemed out of place.

“You may look at my other paintings if you want,” he said, not even glancing at me, “don’t worry if any of them fall over, it happens all the time.” 

“Do you have any more like the one in the hall?” I asked

“You mean the rituals? Why are you so fascinated by those things?” he asked.

“Well… I’m kind of… never mind. I just like them, they are very… spiritually awakening,” I said, trying to hint as to my reasons.

“A child of the goddess, I would never have guessed it. They are all over there, but my favorites are in my chamber. I can show them to you if you wish,” he replied.

“I would love that but not if I am going to be interfering with your work.”

“I am not one of those painters who loses inspiration so easily, it would be my pleasure,” he told me.

We walked out of the room and across the hall. It was like a monk’s cell. There was a bed, a dresser, a small window and a fireplace about the size of a briefcase. He had no electricity in this room but I think he liked it this way. He struck a match and lit a candle sconce on the wall and then lit a row of candles on his dresser. His dresser was an altar that was beautifully decorated with fresh and dried flowers, a sickle knife and a small cauldron.

“A druid,” I said and he nodded.

He started a fire and fed it with small twigs and bits of paper until the larger logs caught fire. He went to his altar and took some dry herbs and tossed them into the fire and the smell of sage filled the air in the small room. 

“I have no chairs in this room because there is simply not enough space for them. But please, take a seat on my bed if you will.”

The room was warm and cozy and he pulled some of his paintings off the wall and sat them on the bed next to me. The first was a druid ceremony at Yule where they cut down the mistletoe with a sickle knife. The next was funeral rites; a woman was silhouetted in a pyre as a man wept, consoled by his friends while others danced to celebrate her life. And then I was presented with a picture of a hand fasting service where the same friends and merry-makers surrounded the same man and woman from the funeral pyre. I was struck hard by what I next realized, the same man was sitting next to me on the bed. 

Marco had a tear in his eye and I could tell he was recalling every detail from both of those days. I felt I had to say something but I didn’t know what so I just said the first thing that came to me.

“She was very pretty and was lucky to have a man of such talent.”

“She was the love of my life, my mortal life. I was only given this,” he said as he pointed to himself, “after she died.”

“Would you like to talk about it?” I asked, hoping not to dredge up unpleasant memories.

“No one has ever asked me that. Where would I start?” he said, thinking on my proposition.

“Well you can start from the beginning, that’s where most stories start!” I chuckled

There was a loud knock at the door and Dean came in, he was furious.

“Marco, I wish to take my wife now!” he bellowed.

“First, she is only your fiancé. Second, you left her to sit alone while you danced with Christina for,” he looked at his watch, “two hours! I found her in the hall, admiring my picture and I invited her here. I told Jean where she would be, so when… I mean if you ever came looking for her you could find her.”

“Don’t insult me like that! I would have come for her!” Dean replied with a scathing tongue.

I couldn’t stand it, “You are supposed to be friends! I’m leaving! Marco, it was nice meeting you, I will be back to hear your story. Dean, how dare you! I can’t believe you would over react like this!” I was fuming and I stormed out of the room.

I could hear them fighting as I went down the hall and finally I heard the door slam and Dean came after me but I was already gone, outside into the night. No one saw me leave so I had time to be alone. The moon shone down on me and cast shadows all over the ground. I flopped down on the ground, my skirt flying outward in a perfect circle on the ground. He had spent two hours with Christina, probably never even thinking once about me. I was so angry with him that I balled up my fists and made myself bleed again. I had to get up, I felt like running, running away from everything. 

I stopped in a grove, with no idea where I was. I heard footsteps behind me and when they got close enough I spun around and grabbed them by the throat, hurling them to the ground. It was Marco. My eyes became big and I apologized profusely, helping him up.

He sputtered and managed to say, “I’m sorry I frightened you, again. I knew you would come here, to the woods, to the place of your ancestors.”




Blood Diaries Ch. 06



“My ancestors were Italian,” I said, trying to make light of it all.

“Out here Dean would never be able to find you, I don’t think anyone would be able to find you. You don’t want to remain lost forever, do you? Please, come back to The Château,” Marco pleaded.

He offered me his hand and I took it as he led me back on a dirt path. Dean had been running around the whole compound looking for me but I didn’t want to talk to him. As we got to the big door I asked him to take me to the car and to tell Dean where I was. Marco did as he was told and took me to the parking lot around the back of the house. We met up with Kittie and she escorted me the rest of the way. Marco told Dean I was safe in the car and he came out, relieved. He tried to kiss me and apologize but I was like stone to him: cold, hard stone. He got in and Nathan drove and we left in silence.

I heard Marco’s voice flood my head; “I will call upon you when I am ready to tell my story. Please don’t be angry with me, Dean or yourself.”

I sat there wondering how he could have the power to talk telepathically. Was it because of The Gift or was it because of our spirituality? We pulled up to the hotel Dean was staying at and everyone got out and said their goodbyes. I sat in my seat. 

I overheard Nathan talking to Dean, “She just needs to cool off. We will take her to our place for the night.”

Kittie came back in the car and patted her lap and I rested my head in it and cried silently. She took down my hair and scratched the visible part of my back above my corset. I fell asleep to her humming a soft melody. Whenever we hit a bump and I woke up a bit, she was still scratching my back or humming or playing with my hair. 

We pulled into her driveway and she woke me up carefully as Nathan was trying to park the car. When he shut it off Kittie led me inside, into the guest room and she pulled back the covers on the day bed. She helped me out of my clothes and leant me a t-shirt to sleep in.

“Do you want to talk?” she said as she brought me a glass of water.

“No, not really. I was having so much fun before he stormed in and demanded me like I was his property. Marco and I bonded and he was genuinely nice to be around. I’m tired Kittie. Thanks for everything.”

I heard a knock at the door and Nathan’s voice, “Are you guys decent?”

“Yes,” we both said in unison.

He came in and stood next to Kittie and wrapped his arm around her waist. I was feeling very jealous at the moment but then I thought of how Dean had hurt me tonight and those feelings went away.

“I just wanted to say goodnight. Maybe tomorrow will be better. We can all go to that club and have a good time,” Nathan said.

“Good night Nathan,” I said meekly

“Good night dear, please sleep! Just forget it all. It won’t matter in the morning,” Kittie reassured.

They went out of the room, turning off the light and shutting the door. I curled up under the blankets and dozed off.