0 comments/ 56986 views/ 11 favorites Secret Faces By: MydnytRayn Marie had always been a bit of a night owl. Ever since she could remember, she had always kept late hours. It didn't really seem that odd to her parents at first, considering most babies rarely slept. But, Marie hardly ever slept, as a baby, and now as an adult. That's not exactly true, she slept the majority of her day, but the instant the sun set and nightfall came, Marie was on the prowl. She rarely ever step foot outside during the day, for she preferred the night. And she even had the perfect job for her odd hours, an internet magazine columnist, she simply checked her emails three times a week and emailed her responses back. Her love life seemed to suffer though from her odd hours. Most men she met seemed to only want to take long walks on sunny beaches, when she preferred to sit in her hammock, swinging in the midst of a thunderstorm in the darkest of nights. "Hmm...let's see what the world of depressed and sexually repressed have for me today." Marie said, signing on her PC. She quickly scanned through the myriad of emails, trying to pick out the best and most promising to respond to. Then a particular email seemed to jump right out her. "The Temple Night Club invites You to celebrate the Grand Opening. Exclusive party, invitation only...RSVP and reserve Your table!" "Hmm, exclusive party...sounds fun." she giggled as she sent her RSVP. A few moments later, the familiar "You've got mail" chimed, letting her know that her RSVP was confirmed. Marie continued working, contemplating what her outfit would be for the party. Her thoughts were interrupted by the incessant ring of her telephone. Glancing at the caller id box, she decided against answering the phone, clicking on her answering machine. "If you recognize the voice, then you know the routine. 'BEEP'" "Hello dear. This is your mother. I really wish you would change that message, not very ladylike. Anyway, your father and I are having dinner with the Clarks and wanted to know if you would like to join us. Their son, Alexander, is coming with them. He's a pre-med student, very handsome, not to mention very single. Call me. Smooches." Marie wrinkled her nose, listening to her socialite mother trying once again to set her up with one of her rich friends' dull ass sons. Sighing to herself, she hit the speed dial on her phone, turning on the speakerphone. "Hello Mother." "Marie, darling, what a wonderful surprise. I just called you." "I know, I heard the message." "You did? Why didn't you pick up the phone?" "I'm working Mother, can't you hear me typing?" She punched the keys harder to emphasize her point. 'Ah, yes, the little magazine column. When are you going to get a real job, darling? Better yet, why don't you come back home and get rid of that flat you call an apartment." Marie tuned out her mother's condescending voice, realizing yet again why she rarely spoke to her family. "Marie are you there? Stop ignoring me." her mother's shrill voice jolting her back to reality. "Yeah Ma, I'm still here." she said, deliberately speaking in that "ghetto" voice her mother hates. "Marie, I really wish you wouldn't speak that way. You are a Cushmore, we simply do not speak that way." she said right on cue. "Whatever Mother. I was just calling to decline your dinner invite. I have plans." "Plans? Why what could you possibly have planned that is more important than dinner with the Clarks?" "Mother I have a life. Please respect that." "I will respect that when you decide to grow up and assume your proper role in society. Dinner is at eight sharp. I suggest you try to make an appearance, if not for me or yourself, then do it for your father. He misses you." She knew her father was her Achilles' heel. But, for some reason, she wouldn't cave in. "Mother, I have plans." "Marie Devon Cushmore..." her mother whined. "Mother I have a deadline, we can talk later. Bye." she lied, quickly hanging up on her mother. The rest of the week went by in blur. Marie couldn't believe that it was Friday already. She stood in front of her closet, fingering through her clothing, trying to decide on what to wear. She deliberately chose this midnight black crushed velvet gown, with form fitting sleeves that belled out at the wrists. The bodice was form fitting as well and laced across the breasts. Selecting a pair of velvet platform boots and a matching crystal studded choker, she laid her clothes out the bed, before strolling nude into the bathroom. The sounds of Nina Simone filled her studio apartment. Marie couldn't resists dancing in the shower as Nina's soulful voice crooned on. Opting on the natural, wild look, she let her hair air dry, curling into its natural state, brushing against the nape of her neck, bouncing as she danced into her underclothes. A wicked thought crossed her mind. "Mother wants me to make an appearance, didn't she?" she laughed, pulling off her thongs, tossing them aside. She slipped into the gown, sighing as the soft velvet molded against her lush body. Lacing up her boots and putting her choker on, she headed back into the bathroom. Carefully applying dark black eyeliner, emphasizing her almond shaped charcoal eyes. Hers was a natural beauty, not needing much make-up, just eyeliner and shiny lip gloss was enough for her. Painting her short manicured nail black with thin silver stripes, she headed for her home. "Hiya James, wonderful to see you again." she said, greeting the stoic doorman. "Hello Miss Marie, you are looking rather different today." he said, looking over his former charge. He always loved her independence, secretly loving ever moment she embarrassed her uptight parents, especially her mother. He opened the door, suddenly aware that this was no longer a child he watched, but a beautiful woman in all her dark glory. "Hello Mother." Marie savored the look on her mother's face when she choked on her Chardonnay. "Ma-Marie?" her mother stammered, her coffee complected face flushed with embarrassment. "Daddy!" she squealed, ignoring her mother. Her father on the other hand adored his daughter. "Here's my princess!" he said, standing from the dinner table, enveloping her in a bearhug. "Will you be staying for dinner, princess?" "Can't daddy, kinda made plans before Mother called. I'm sorry." she said, genuinely contrite. Marie loved her father, the one person who never judged her and always supported her. "Don't be, sweetheart. Enjoy yourself, I'm just glad to see you." "Okay daddy and on that note, I am out of here." she laughed, hugging her father once more. She turned to make her escape before her mother's commanding voice called her. "Young lady, your father is not the only person sitting here. Alexander this is Marie." "Hiya Alexander. Bubye Alexander. Satisfied Mother?" Her father chuckled at his spirited daughter, only to be on the receiving end of his wife's notorious icy stares. "Must you be so rude and offend people, Marie?" "Oh Mrs. Cushmore, I'm not offended in the least bit. Let me walk you to the door Marie." Alexander said, getting up. "Suit yourself. You all have a nice evening." Marie said as she mockingly bowed. Her father burst out into laughter, her mother sputtering a fresh streams of "Why I never's". "I admire your style Marie." Alexander whispered. "Good for you, prep, but I don't really care what you admire." she hissed. "Why such sarcasm?" "You boys are all alike. You like to keep your noses firmly pressed against rich folks asses in the hopes of marrying their daughters or better yet, making that all important social climb." "What makes you say such awful things, Marie? You don't even know me." he said, sounding a bit hurt. "I don't need to know you, prep, I know your type. Later love, I've got a club to go to, you on the other hand, has some fresh asses to brown nose." she said, playfully smacking his cheek. Leaving him staring at her car's tailights disappear in the darkness. A smile curling on his lips. Marie made it to the club in record time. Pulling up to the red carpeted path, amidst the unfortunates who weren't invited. Walking up to the burly bouncer, she pointed her black fingernail to her name on the VIP list. Pagent waving to the people she stepped into the club. From techno to hip-hop, the club seemed to have a pulse all its own. Marie had been in there for almost two hours, never once had she sat down. Her velvet gown clung to her perspired dampened skin. Finally she was able to make her way back to her table, only to be dismayed to see someone sitting there. "'Scuse me hon, but this is my table..." she trailed off. Even in her slightly drunken haze, she could faintly make out the face of the person. It was Alexander! "Alexander, right? What in the world are you doing here?" she said, sitting down. "I came here to get something." he said, lightly drumming his fingers on the table. "Oh yeah, what would that be, love?" she asked absently, making eye contact with a fine male specimen across the dance floor. "I came here for you Marie." "Yeah right and I go to the gynecologist because I like the speculum. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to see a man who looks like he's hung like a horse!" she laughed, getting up from the table. Like lightening, Alexander's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. "What the fuck is your problem prep?" "Marie, look at me." She looked down at him, locking eyes with him. Next thing she knew she was standing in Alexander's bedroom, unsure how she got there. "What the hell..." she whispered, rubbing her eyes, "I have really got to lay off the kamikazes." "Marie." She turned around and saw Alexander sitting with his legs crossed in a throne-like chair. "Ah yes, prep boy. I remember, vaquely. Why did you bring me here? Better yet, where is here and how did I get here?" "Details are unimportant now." And within the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of her. "How'd you do that?" "Do not worry yourself over details." he said, waving his hand across her face, her body instantly collapsed in his arms. Next time Marie regained consciencousness, she was lying in the middle of Alexander's poster bed, amidst deep crimson silky satin sheets. And then she realized as she moved on the bed, something was terribly wrong--she was completly nude, save her velvet boots and choker. Her hands flew to vainly shield her body. "Your attempts to shield yourself from me are futile Marie." She quickly looked around the room, not seeing Alexander. Suddenly, he appeared next to the bed, leaning against the oak post of the corner. "Alexander, I don't what kind of games you're playing or what you spiked my drink with, but I warn you, when my father gets wind of this, he's gonna have your balls in a sling!" she spat, cowering in the opposite corner of the bed. "Do you see fear in my eyes, dear Marie?" he whispered. Marie jumped, because now he was sitting beside her, his breath on her earlobe, making the tiny hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, feeling the first twinge of fear. Alexander deeply inhaled the sweet scent of fear exuding from this delicate creature. The faint smell intoxicating him. "I told you already. I want you Marie." he said, slipping his hand beneath her trembling fingers cupping her full breast. Her body shuddered deliciously, making Alexander smile, as he thumbed her chocolate nipple until it hardened. He gently turned her body until she was facing him. Cupping the other breast, he gently kneaded the soft mounds, before capturing her full lips, passionately kissing her. Marie wanted to run, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She couldn't resist this man, for some reason unbeknownest to her. With timid lips, she slowly returned his kiss, moaning softly. Feeling her body relax as his ears devoured her sweet moans, he gently pushed her back onto the bed. Her whimpers of protest were powerful aphrodisacs to him. Positioning himself over her body, he gave her breasts a firm squeeze before allowing his hands the pleasure of her body. At snails' pace, Alexander's hands caressed her body. From the valley of her lush breasts,the smoothness of her stomach to the soft pelt between her supple thighs. He couldn't resist touching the soft curls, teasingly tugging on the dark springy locks. His eyes never leaving her body, smiling to himself as he watched her arch her body to his touch, despite the look of torment on her face. The battle her mind and body were waging, her mind telling her to fight, her body ready to succumb. He watched, gleaning every thought from her mind. Slowly, he slipped a finger into her dripping slit, her muscles contracting against his finger as if to draw it deeper inside. Deciding to oblige her hungry nether mouth, he slipped another finger inside and when her muscles squeezed harder, he slipped in yet another finger. By now, Marie's hips were bucking against his hands, her mind giving up, letting her body assume control. "Please..oh please..." she begged. "Please what Marie? Tell me what you want." he whispered, pushing his fingers deeper inside her quivering snatch. She bit on her bottom lip, shaking her head back and forth, refusing to give in. "Tell me Marie." he said, pushing in another finger, rubbing her clit with his thumb. This was more that she could bear. The pleasure was becoming to intense and she desperately needed to be filled by more than his fingers. "Please Alexander..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say. "I know it's hard, sweet Marie. Let me help you. Do you want me to satisfy this craving between your legs?" he asked smoothly, thrusting his fingers harder. She quickly nodded her head. Grinning like a chesire cat, he snaked his tongue out, licking her pussy from the bottom of her clit to the crack of her ass. Marie would have lept from the bed if her legs weren't jelly. Pushing her legs up on the bed, bending them at the knees, he buried his face into her soaking pussy. His tongue swirling around her clit, teasing the hardened nub, stabbing inside her swollen lips. Marie felt the climax builing in her toes and shooting up through her body. She grabbed a handful of Alexander's curly locks, pulling him closer to her pussy, wrapping her legs around his neck. Instead of letting her orgasm, he disentangled himself from her grasp, as he quickly shed his clothing. Marie's cries of protests quickly turned into cooes of delight as her eyes devoured Alexander's body. His nipples reminded her of hershey kisses, his body wasn't overly muscular, but his body was nicely chiseled. His sweet chocolate complexion set her sweet tooth aching. "Alexander...please...I'm right there...don't stop" she pleaded. "I know, love, do not worry, I will bring you through the threshold." he assured her, sliding his throbbing memeber inside of her. Marie gasped as he filled her. In one fluid motion, he filled her pussy like no other man ever had before. His penis was longer and thicker than any other penis she had inside her before. She felt herself stretch to accomodate his huge member. He reigned himself for a moment, allowing her to get used to his size, savoring the sensation of being filled. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, that was all the incentive he needed. He began to thrust in her, slow and hard strokes, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Soon the climax that was once building inside of her seemed insignificant to the one building now. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red streaks tinged with her black fingernail polish. Alexander welcomed the pain, relishing the feeling, making him increase his efforts. He knew she was getting ready to come and he was ready to come as well. Soon the telltale convulsions deep inside her pussy began to contract on his dick, making him moan. "Marie, you are mine, do you understand? Now, tomorrow, and forever." he whispered in her ear. She never felt the pricks from his fangs as they sank into her jugular. But then again, she didn't even care. She cared even less when he held his bleeding wrist to her mouth, filling her body with his blood, as his exploding dick filled her womb with his vampire seed. The blinding orgasm combined with white hot flashes of her death and rebirth, left Marie limp in his arms. Her lips curled in a contented smiles as she slept, her fangs and lips still damp with Alexander's blood. Alexander looked down at his sleeping love, gently stroking her flat stomach, a knowing smiling formed on his lips. "My love" he whispered, gently shaking her, rousing her from her sleep. "Yes?" she asked her eyes fluttering, her voice thick with sleep. "You do know what you've become, don't you?" "Yes Alex, I'm yours. Now, tomorrow, and forever. Can we please get some sleep, I don't do days well." she said, turning over. He didn't have the heart to argue with her, so he simply spooned his body with hers, his arms wrapping around her waist, his palm caressing her stomach. "Oh yeah, Alex, I hope it's a boy." Look for a possible sequel...*smiles* Don't forget to vote! Secret Faces Ch. 2 Alexander watched Marie toss and turn in her sleep. The way her breasts slowly rise and fall with each breath she took, those chocolate nipples that jutted out towards him, tempting his tongue. He smiled to himself as her curly midnight locks covered her face like a silky veil. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they slid down her body, caressing her firm stomach, that was already showing signs of motherhood. Slowly, his hand made its way down to the downy pelt between her thighs. Alexander gently stroked her curl, dipping his fingers between the swelling lips, brushing lightly over her hardening clitoris. Marie moaned softly in her sleep, turning over, her legs spreading as if subconsciously widening for his probing fingers. He chuckled to himself, knowing that he could have his way with her without her waking. Rebirth was draining enough on a person, but impregnating them at the same time could keep that person asleep for days, waking with an enormous hunger. He couldn't wait for her to awaken to that hunger, to hunt with her would be pure bliss. But, for now, he couldn't wait any longer to have her again as he slid his throbbing erection inside of her. Marie simply smiled. Three days later... Marie crept from the bed, leaving Alexander sleeping soundly. She lightly kissed his cheek as she moved from his embrace. Wandering around his loft, she peeked in the various cabinets. Padding quietly in the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator. Inside were different bottles of what she thought was red wine. Not a lot of food, but lots of bottles. Instinctively, she reached for one of the bottles. Using her teeth, she pulled the cork out, the scent she immediately recognized. It wasn't red wine, it was blood. Marie couldn't quite understand why, but the instant she smelled it, she was ravenous. In the back of her mind a little voice screamed that this was blood, but she drank it anyway. Taking healthy gulp after healthy gulp, before she knew it, she had finished off the entire bottle. Licking her lips, she felt an surge of power flow through her. But with that surge of power, she felt an even stronger urge of hunger. Grabbing another bottle, she drained it with the same ease as the first. Soon, there were four empty bottles on the table and her hunger was still not satisfied. She was working on her fifth bottle when she heard Alexander's deep laugh. "Where you thirsty, little one?" he joked. Marie covered her mouth as she burped, wiping traces of blood from her lips with the back of her hand. "Alex what the hell is wrong with me? I went through four bottles already and I'm still hungry. Why is that Alex?" she asked between sips. Alexander watched Marie, feeling his dick twitch and grow at the sight of her drinking. He watched with the intensity of a hawk as the blood flowed down her slim throat, syphoning throughout her veins. Her body gave off a faint crimson glow that only his experienced eye could see. She caught his eye devouring her body and smiled. Her blood tipped fangs set Alexander on fire. Marie couldn't quite figure out how she knew, but she knew what he was thinking. Taking the bottle of blood, she slowly poured the contents down her body, coating her breasts, dribbling between her thighs, clinging seductively to her curls. Taking her finger, dipping it in the bottle, coating it well with blood, she slipped her finger knuckle deep inside her steamy pussy. "Oh Marie..." Alexander moaned, dropping down to his knees, burying his mouth inside her snatch. His tongue seemed to grow inside of her spasming walls, probing for every drop of sweet nectar. Sucking and drawing the blood and sudden rush of orgasm, he howled as he stood up, impaling Marie on his rock hard dick. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clawing at his back, growling as he lapped up the blood from her body. Their voices melded into one blood-curling howl as the came together. The tiny kick from inside her womb brought a smile to Alexander's face. "I think the little one wants to eat, what do you think Marie?" he asked, stroking her belly, feeling the tiny thump against the palm of his hand. "I don't know about the baby, but Mother is ready to eat." Marie laughed softly, her fingers stroking the back of Alexander's neck. Moaning softly as Alexander withdrew his now soft member from Marie's slick labia. "Well Mother, let's get cleaned up and go out for a little bite to eat." Alexander said, leading Marie to the shower. Turning the shower on, the cold water filling the tub, swirling down the drain in gurgling sounds. Marie stepped into the stream of water, surprised that the cold water didn't bother her. Looking at Alexander, with eyes open wide. "Your body can't take the hot water anymore. The heat will harm your delicate skin, always remember that Marie." he said, his soapy hands massaging shower gel on her body. Several hours passed before they left the flat. Both dressed in black, Alexander wearing sharply creased Armani pants and a satin button shirt; Marie wearing a black baby doll dress, the tiny bulge of her growing belly poked through, completing her outfit were her favorite velvet knee-high platform boots. Arm and arm they strolled through city, window shopping at the various shoppes. Occasionally stopping to kiss and rub her belly, Alexander was truly in heaven. "So, Alex, how do we do this?" Marie asked as they stood waiting for the light to change. "Simply find someone that no one will miss. You know, like the assholes in the club, the prostitutes on the corner, you know, the faceless masses." He said bluntly, gauging her response. Her face remained emotionless as she said, "Good, I know the perfect place to go." Soon they were standing in front of a seedy looking club. The bouncer openly groped naive women waiting behind the dingy velvet rope. "How in the world did you find such a place?" Alexander asked, genuinely puzzled. "Marie isn't the good girl her mother wants her to be." she laughed. "Hey Bruno, you gonna let me in or what?" Marie shouted at the bouncer. "Demona? That you lovely?" Bruno asked, searching the crowd. "Demona?" Alexander asked, raising his eyebrow. "Everything isn't for everyone to know love." she said, taking his hand, walking into the club. "Bringing fresh meat, eh Demona?" Bruno chuckled, padding down another clubkid. "If you only knew Bruno." she said, winking at him. Alexander could scarcely see through the smoke filled club. But he knew Marie had picked the perfect hunting ground. Nothing but the dregs of society hung out here. From tattoo covered bikers, to trashy dressed whores, no one really would miss them. "You are something else, my love." Alexander whispered, kissing her neck. "You wouldn't have picked me if I was anything less, love. Now go find you some dinner, I have my eye on several lovely prospects." He followed her gaze, seeing two lovely blonde women. "Does my Marie like fish as well as steak?" he joked. "Marie loves to eat everything in sight. Care to watch?" Without waiting for a response, she sauntered over to the women. A few minutes later, all three women headed off to the ladies room, Marie signaled Alexander to follow. Unnoticed, he slipped in the ladies room behind the women. Turning himself through sheer will into a mist, mimicking the smoke, he hovered over the stall, watching his vamp. Marie could sense his presence, and smiled. One of the women straddled Marie's lap as she sat on the toilet, the other stood behind her. Marie and the woman sitting her lip engaged in a series of french kisses as the groped at each other's breasts. The standing woman quietly fingered herself as she watched. If mist could smile, then Alexander's smile would have lit the room up tenfold. Marie slipped her finger inside the slit of the woman sitting on her lap, making the woman squeal against her lips as she rode her finger. The standing woman, had freed Marie's breasts and was sucking them, tonguing her pert nipples. Soon the woman began riding Marie's hand faster, grinding her pubis against her knuckles. Marie could feel her body tense up, signaling her oncoming orgasm. Marie's eyes shifted up at Alexander and winked as her lips captured the woman's mouth. The woman was in the throes of an immense orgasm when Marie's fangs pierced her tongue, sucking the blood from her mouth. Marie could feel the woman's heart slow down to a faint pulse as she drained the life from her. Her limp body fell against Marie, her vagina clutching her fingers on last time. "Wow, does your friend usually fall asleep like that?" Marie asked the woman, gently shoving the dead girl's body on the floor. "Sometimes, but I don't quit that easily. Spread those legs, hunny, I want to eat that gorgeous muff of yours." she said, sliding between her legs. Alexander thought he had died and gone to heaven. He never knew Marie would turn out to be so cunning, so deceptive. She killed that woman without giving it a second thought. And the fact that she bi was a plus. He returned her focus back on the woman going to work on Marie's pussy. Marie had a firm grip on the woman's hair, pulling her head closer to her pussy, wrapping her legs around her head. She licked her lips, flashing her fangs, knowing that turned Alexander on. He watched her body tense up, knowing that she was about to cum. "Ohhhhhhh....Alex....I'm cummmminnnnngggg!" she hissed, bucking her hips against the woman's eager tongue, covering her face with her juices. "Who the fuck is Alex? My name is Mandy!" the woman said, tearing her head from Marie's grip. "No, you're not Mandy, you're dinner." Marie said, bending her neck back as Alexander materialized behind her, sinking his fangs into her jugular. Moments later, he dropped her limp body on the ground next to her friend. "God you are perfect Marie." he said, kissing her. "That I am." she said, rubbing her belly, now twice the size it was when they first came in. The faint kicks were replaced by strong healthy kicks. "Now, Mother is ready for bed." she giggled, "But what about the mess?" she asked, pointing to the bodies on the floor. "Let me show you a trick that in time you will be able to do." Alexander said, bending over the bodies. Finding the puncture marks on Mandy's neck, he lightly scratched the skin. Then like magic, the puncture wounds faded, her skin looking like it was unmarked. "How'd you do that?" Marie asked, her voice filled with wonder. "Simple magic taught to me by my grandmother's mother. In time, you will be able to do that as well." "But what about her? I didn't bite her neck." He bent down, forcing the woman's stiff jaws open, examining her tongue. Repeating the same motions, the puncture marks faded away. "Now what?" Marie asked, "Should we just leave them here, what if someone saw us come in?" "They saw the two women come in, they didn't see you." "How do you know?" "I made you invisible to their prying eyes. Again, something you will learn in time. I will teach you, my love. Now let's get home, you need your rest." "But Alex, I'm not really tired." she said as they left the club. "You may not be tired, but you will be giving birth soon and you are going to need your strength for that." "What? It's only been a few days, granted I'm big, but labor already? Matter-of-fact, why am I so big now? I look like I'm almost five months." "Vampire babies don't need nine months to grow. The more you feed, the faster the baby grows. And at the rate you're going, you'll be giving birth in no time." he chuckled, kissing her nose. "If that's the case, I think I might be delivering by the end of the week!" To Be Continued... Secret Faces Ch. 3 Marie sat on the perilously on the edge of the rooftop, her long legs dangled, slowly scissoring back and forth. Arching her back, letting her curly locks tickle her shoulders, she rubbed her swollen belly. It still amazed her that she had only been pregnant for less than a week, yet she was ready to deliver at any moment. Well almost any moment. Alexander had told her that certain preparations had to be made before she could give birth, preparations that he had refused to go into details with. "Enjoying the solace of the night my beloved?" Alexander asked, kissing the top of her head. "It is beautiful, isn't it Alex?" she sighed, holding his hand against her belly. Alexander smiled as he stroked her belly, swelling with pride with each caress. "Oh God!" Marie suddenly screamed, clutching her stomach. "Marie what is wrong?" "Ohhh....A-Alex...", she gasped,"I don't know what's going on....the pain...oh God the pain!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. Alexander quickly scooped Marie into his strong arms and within the speed it takes to blink an eye, transported her back inside his home. "Marie calm down. I need you to remain calm. Breathe deeply." Alexander said, pressing the speed dial button on the phone. "It's time. Excellent. We're on our way." "A-Alex who did you call?" Marie asked as she struggled to sit up. "Everything is under control my beloved. I simply called the doctor to let him know that we are on our way." Alexander explained as he carried her out to the car. "Alex why are you driving? Isn't the other way faster?" Marie asked, grimacing as the pain shot through her body. "I know the other way is faster, but we must take this slower mode of transportation so that the doctor can prepare for the arrival of the baby." "Fine...DAMMIT!...Move this fucking heap of steel!" Marie swore in the traditional fashion of mothers to be. When Marie was in better control of the pain she realized with a jolt that Alexander was driving up to her parents'estate. "Alex?" "Shh my love, no more questions. There will be time enough afterwards for that." "Mr. Alexander allow me to help." James offered,positioning himself under her arm like a crutch. As the trio burst through the doors, Mrs. Cushmore dropped her fine china tea cup in utter shock at her daughter's present condition. "My God! Marie what has happened to you?" She gasped, clutching her pearl covered throat. "Mrs. Cushmore I do not mean to be abrupt, but please move out of the way." James said, pushing her aside. "How dare you?" she shrilled as she fell to the sofa, "Why I never....Malcolm!" she screamed. Her father came running down the winding staircase. "Come this way." His voice boomed, "James please bring Mrs. Cushmore if you would be so kind." He said, taking James place beneath his daughter's arm. "Right away Sir." James said as he took Mrs. Cushmore's hand, "This way Madame." he said, leading the bewildered woman away. "D-Daddy?" she whispered, her sweat dampened hair clinging to her forehead. "Don't worry princess. Daddy is right here." He whispered, brushing the curls from her eyes. Suddenly her eyes rolled back as she passed out from the excruciating pain. "Alex we must hurry. The time is upon us and we don't have a moment to waste." Malcolm quickly gathered his daughter's limp body in his arms. Alexander ran ahead of him, opening a door that groaned at its obvious lack of use. "Malcolm what is the meaning of all this?" His wife's shrill and imperious voice greeted him as he entered the room. "Delia our daughter is in the midst of a difficult labor. This is not the time for discussion." He stated, laying Marie down in the middle of the sterile white bed. "You mean to tell me that you knew all this time that she was with child, and yet you chose not to inform me? How dare you hide this from me?" Her shrill voice rose an octave with each question. "James." ALexander said. James simply nodded as he forcefully sat Delia down, his strong hands clamping on her shoulders. Delia's delicate features creased as the pain from his hands invaded her body, ceasing her tirade. "ALEX!!" Marie bolted upright, her eyes wide, her hands clutching her body. Marie began to shriek as she clawed off every stitch of clothing she wore until she was completely nude, her smooth skin glistened with perspiration. Low animal groans bubbled from her throat and erupted from her soft lips as she rocked back and forth, her eyes rolling in the back her head, her eyelids fluttering. "OH MY GOD!" Delia screamed as what appeared to be tiny hands became visible as they pushed from the inside of Marie's womb. "Alexander it's time!" Malcolm shouted. Hearing this, Alexander forcefully grabbed Delia by her blue black hair and dragged her over to the bed. "Alexander release me this moment....Dear God in the heavens above what is happening to her??" Marie fell back to the bed, her nails leaving bloody claw marks on her stomach. Her smooth brown skin began to ripple with every movement the baby made as it struggled to emerge. "Delia you must save her. You must help your only daughter. Delia will you save your own flesh and blood?" Alexander hissed in her ear, pushing her forward. Marie's glazed eyes became visible long enough for Delia to see her reflection. Her motherly instincts took over. "What must I do?" Tell me so I can save my daughter!" She cried, her trembling hand stroking Marie's face. "Blood for blood. Flesh for flesh Delia." Malcolm's deep voice startled her as he suddenly appeared next to her. "What madness do you speak Malcolm?" "Delia you must have known that Marie was never like you. Surely you sensed that the bond you two share isn't one of strength." "What are you talking about Malcolm?" her voice barely a whisper. "Marie was never yours Delia." "W-What do you mean? Marie is my daughter. I gave birth to her." "A thought and memory I implanted in your mind the day Marie's true mother gave birth to her." "You sick bastard!" "Perhaps, but now is not the time to explain. You must do what you were always destined to do." "W-What's that?" "Aid in the birth of my grandson." James knelt behind Marie, helping hold her in a semi-upright position, while Alexander bent her knees. "Princess it's time to push!" Marie's eyes snapped open, awakening from her trance. Her dry lips parted for a soundless scream as she held onto Alexander's hands and bore down hard. Delia watched in horror as the dark line down the center of Marie's began to give way, slowly splitting apart. Malcolm withdrew a razor sharp scalpel and made an incision opening Marie's abdomen in a Cesearan like manner. "Delia assist me dammit!" Malcolm ordered. Delia snapped to attention and began to assist him. Years of hard work as a nurse and midwife that she would have liked to remain lost flooded her mind. The soft cries of the baby filled the room as Alexander cut the imbilical cord. "Congratulation Alexander, it is indeed a boy!" Malcolm laughed, passing the newborn to his father. "Beloved look at what we have brought into this world." Alexander whispered in her ear, cradling the baby. Marie faintly smiled, trembling fingertips touched the babe's cheek before she passed out. Delia rocked back on her expensive heels, her eyes transfixed as Marie's body slowly but surely began to heal itself. "Her recuperative powers are impressive Alexander. She must have fed well these last few days." Malcolm remarked. "Indeed she has." The piercing cries of the newborn interupted the conversation. "Sounds like somebody is hungry." Alexander chuckled. "Ah yes, time for the babe to suckle", Malcolm paused, making eye contact with James, "Delia do you recall how you said you would do whatever it takes to save your daughter? Do you also recall how I said blood for blood, flesh for flesh?" Delia slowly backed away from the bed, making her way towards the door. Her body backed right into the solid wall of James. "Well Delia, you always said that nothing but the best for your family. And my grandson and heir apparent deserves nothing but the best. Once James is finished with you, you my dear will indeed be fitting for my grandson." James effortlessly tossed Delia over his shoulder as he carried her back to the bed. Alexander had taken the sleeping Marie downstairs in to the basement so that the morning sun wouldn't harm her. Delia was thrown onto the bed as James wasted no time in ripping her clothes off. Even in her advanced years, Delia's body remained impressive. Her breast remained firm much to gravity's dismay. The smooth flatness of her stomach was marred only by the small scar of a past surgery. Malcolm sat in a wicker rocking chair, softly humming to the baby, watching the thrashing body of his wife. "James do keep her quiet, the baby just drifted off to sleep." "Yes Sir." James snatched off her lacy panties, exposing her salt and pepper thatch. Wadding up the silky material, he shoved them into her screaming mouth, muffling any further sounds. James remained fully clothed as he positioned himself between her kicking legs. "Madame you may as well resign yourself. I have a task to do and from my many years of service you know quite well that I intend to complete it. So please cease your struggles, this will be over in a few moments or it can last for hours. The decision as always is yours." Eager to end this humilation as quickly as possible, Delia stilled her movements. "Very good Madame." James said as he proceeded to violate her with his tongue. Delia could feel the hot tears scald her face as she felt her body betray her soul. James' tongue quickly suceeded in bringing her to the brink of an earth shattering orgasm much to her chagrin. Delia secretly wished that the experienced wasn't so rushed and the circumstances were different so that she may have been able to enjoy it more. Abruptly, James withdrew his tongue, but idly rub her tingling clit with his thumb, keeping her teetering on the edge. "Sir I believe Madame is ready." James stated. Malcolm rose from the rocking chair, gazing at his wife's writhing body. Her hips danced beneath his stroking thumb, searching for the necessary pressure to relieve the craving his tongue created. "I do believe you are right my good man." Malcolm knelt on the bed, next to his wife's head. "My darling Delia, I always knew this day would come. From the day my poor Cassadra died giving birth to my precious Marie, I knew that my legacy was destined to thrive no matter what. You see, Cassandra was my first wife, married to me many centuries ago. She was also my sire. Although she was much older than myself, she was too weak to survive the birth of Marie. Marie's birth was a memory I implanted in your mind when I came upon you all those years ago. Unlike Cassandra, Marie will survive this childbirth and many more to come because she is truly pure blood. Alexander only hastened the transformation. Now my dear, you must fulfill your obligation to your daughter." Malcolm nodded to James as he positioned the waking baby at her breast. James replaced his thumb with his tongue, attacking her clitoris with renewed vigor. Delia's mind was racing from the unbelievable tale that Malcolm told her. Suddenly all thoughts ceased as the orgasm erupted inside of her. At that precise moment, the baby latched onto her breast, piercing her nipple with minute fangs, invisible to the mortal eye. Delia felt her body grow cold as the warm lifeblood, sweetened and enriched from her orgasm, flow into nursing babe. Two weeks later.... Marie gingerly turned over, her body still sore from childbirth. Her eyes felt crusty, her mouth sandpaper dry. She thought it was the day after delivery, she didn't know two weeks had passed. "Alex?" she croaked, struggling out of bed. As soon as her stood, she immediately felt weak and lightheaded. "Marie you shouldn't be out of bed." Alexander said, rushing to her side. "Oh Alex you sound like an old woman." she laughed, immediately wincing. "Damn who knew childbirth would be such a bitch." "Well you're probably still sore from being in the bed all this time." "All what time? How long was I out?" "Two weeks." "Are you serious? Wow, talk about time passing a girl by. Speaking of a girl, what did I have?" "A beautiful baby boy." Malcolm said, carrying the baby to her. "Daddy!" she squealed. He carefully placed the sleeping boy in her outstretched arms. "My God he's gorgeous." Marie whispered in utter awe. "Does he have a name?" "We figured we should wait until you were awake. We didn't dare incur your wrath." Alexander laughed. "Damn straight." Marie giggled. She thought long and hard, waiting for a name to pop into her head. "Jacob." "Then Jacob it is. Fine name for such a fine lad." her father remarked. Marie felt the baby rooting against her breast, seeking out her nipple. "Well we shall leave you two to bond." Alexander said, ushering Malcolm out of the room. "Do you think she'll remember?" Alexander asked. "No. Delia won't even be a faint memory. She'll finally be able to remember only Cassandra." "Excellent. Cassandra would indeed be proud of her daughter." With a wave of a hand skilled in arts dating back to days to Merlin, Malcolm transforms all the pictures Delia, revealing the secret face of Cassandra hidden beneath. ~Fins~ I hope this is a suitable conclusion to this tale...I thank everybody who kept the interest in the first two part high....