Chapter 4
Nicholas
She was almost due. Each night, I felt my child move, and it grew constricted within its confined space. It would try to poke at Ivy’s belly as it wanted to tear its way out. I became addicted to my nightly visits. I was desperate to taste Ivy’s blood, but I held back.
When she gave birth, her blood would become potent. I licked my lips at the thought of lapping up the blood that oozed out of her cunt. That was a bonus, but my prize vintage would be short-lived—the combination of both of them.
I slid the key into her lock and stepped into her dark apartment. As I walked toward her bedroom, my ears pricked up. Her rhythmic heartbeat wasn’t in her bedroom but in the living room.
“Hello, Nicholas,” she said.
I turned to face her. She couldn’t see me, but I could see her.
“Hello, Ivy.”
I turned. She couldn't see me in the dark, but oh, I could see her. Round as a ripe peach, fury rolling off her in waves.
“Have you had fun fucking me and making me believe that I was going mad?”
I paused before I answered her. “I mean, the fucking part was immensely enjoyable.”
The lamp blazed to life.
“You fucking asshole,” she shouted.
“Is that a no for tonight?”
“Are you a vampire?” She sat coiled in the armchair, hair piled in a messy knot, strands clinging to her flushed face.
“I could hypnotise you and make you forget all this,” I said, raising my hands.
She gasped.
“So you are a vampire,” she whispered with her hands clinging to her belly.
“I’m not going to harm my own child,” I snapped at her.
“How did you get me pregnant?”
“Well, I have testicles that produce something called semen—”
She threw a glass ornament at me, which I sidestepped.
“Can I fuck you before we have this monotonous conversation?”
“No! What is wrong with you?” she screeched.
“You're a breeder. You have a rare blood type and a certain genetic disposition for vampires.”
She frowned before she shot me another accusatory look.
“You set that one-night stand up.”
“You made it—easy.”
“Get the fuck out of my house. I uninvite you,” she said before throwing a garlic bulb at me.
I let it hit my chest, so she felt a little better.
“I’m not going anywhere. You are carrying my child.”
“Oh, don't give me that shit. I have been alone, and I don't need you.”
“I have been watching your every move.”
“Stalking me.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“How many women have you done this to?”
“Six.”
“You have six children.”
“Five. This one hasn't been born yet.”
“Six!”
“That's over four hundred years. Breeders are rare.”
“Four hundred—” she began to say, trailing off.
She shook her head. “Will the baby be okay? Will it become a vampire?”
“It will have some of the benefits of my genes, but everyone has the capacity to commit murder. Humans kill one another all the time. The child will be a product of its surroundings.”
“So it could become a homicidal maniac?”
“Like any other human can.”
She suddenly clutched her belly with a grimace.
I pushed her back on the seat to touch her belly. The excitement raced through me.
“The baby is coming,” I said.
“What? No. It isn't due yet.”
“Vampire babies have a shorter gestation period.”
“I need to get to a hospital.”
“No hospitals.”
She began to spiral, and I touched her forehead.
“Sleep until the contractions begin. You want to have a home birth. No hospitals.”
I rushed downstairs to get my bag from the car. It was finally time.
Her bedroom was converted into a makeshift birthing room. I had everything with me, and since she was mesmerised, it was a straightforward birth. A few hours later, I held our daughter, her cheeks flushed with colour like Ivy’s. I noticed Ivy began to contract again. It was time for the placenta.
“Wake up, Ivy.”
She sat up, confused, but her face filled with awe as I handed her our daughter.
“I missed her birth,” she said, trying to restrain her anger.
“I made a video for you. I couldn't have you go into the hospital because I want the placenta.”
Her eyes narrowed on my face. “Why do you have blood on your mouth?”
“I cleaned up your delicious bloody pussy,” I said, licking my lips.
Her lips tightened, but she ignored me and began to coo at her ‘little bean.’
My mouth watered at the thought of the warm placenta. I didn't care if Ivy saw me feasting on it. I placed the silver bowl on the bed and waited for its arrival. When I glanced at Ivy, I saw she was breastfeeding the baby.
“What are you naming her? Nicollette?”
“Not a chance,” she whispered before she kissed the baby's forehead.
Her breathing was laboured, and I could smell the placenta.
It came out intact and easily slipped into the large silver bowl.
There was no way that I could wait. I sank my teeth in and sucked. The finest, aged vintage available to any vampire. The rush coursed around my body, reaching every dead cell and re-energising my dead body. It was the best I’d ever tasted, just like Ivy’s blood.
“Ugh, gross,” Ivy said, but I ignored her.
I wasn't done with Ivy, and I didn't think I ever would be. She might be pissed, but the way she doted on our daughter wouldn't last long. It was time to settle down. Ivy would make a fine vampire.
But I intended to create a few more children with her first.
Warm blood dripped down my chin. I caught a thick dollop of coagulated blood before it fell on the bed and shoved it into my mouth, savouring the sweet, mature and delicate taste.
Yes, as many as I could get.
Ivy’s blood created the finest vintage.
The End.