{Chapter 3}
When Mark arrived back at the mansion he was greeted by Thorn and Kennedy. He removed his long leather jacket and tossed it at the blonde man. Kennedy grumbled, but took it and hung it up for his master.
“Did you dispose of the two girls,” Mark asked Thorn.
“Yes, My Lord,” Thorn replied, bowing his head.
“Where is my brother,” Mark asked scanning the area.
“In his chambers,” Thorn replied.
“Good. I shall retire to my own chambers.” With that Mark headed up the stairs toward his room.
“Should we tell him that the girls were feeling frisky,” Kennedy asked Thorn.
“No, let him find out on his own,” Thorn replied. “I’m going to bed.”
When Mark arrived in his chambers he quickly shed his shirt and headed toward the bed. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring, unable to believe the sight before him. On the bed Mickie and Cherry were naked, fondling each other and giggling. Cherry caught sight of him watching them as she kissed Mickie and smiled at him.
“What do you two think you’re doing,” he demanded.
“Don’t you like what you see, Master,” Mickie asked, pouting at him. She crawled to the edge of the bed and motioned for him to come closer.
“You look tense, Master,” Cherry said joining her at the edge of the bed. “Let us help you relax.”
“Not tonight, ladies,” Mark said, tossing their discarded robes at them. “Go bother Glen. I’m sure he needs to get laid.”
The women quickly wrapped their robes around themselves and exited the room, knowing not to anger him or they’d be punished. Quietly they made their way down to Glen’s room, knocking on the door. They heard the muffled response and entered the room.
“What do you two want,” Glen asked looking up from draining the petite blonde in his arms.
“The Master didn’t want to use us for pleasure tonight,” Cherry replied with a sigh, dropping into a chair in the corner.
“Probably because some mortal slut pleasured him already,” Mickie replied with a frown as she dropped down onto the end of the bed.
Glen dropped the blonde and glared at the two. “What are you talking about?”
“He reeked of her,” Mickie said making a face. “He smelled like rum and cheap perfume.”
“Go back to your chambers,” Glen replied.
“But…we’re hungry,” Cherry whined, eying the blonde Glen had just dropped.
“And horny,” Mickie added.
Glen picked up the still unconscious Brooke and tossed her at the women. “Now go,” he growled. The women hastily got to their feet, grabbing Brooke and exiting the room. They scurried down to their own room to do with Brooke whatever they wished.
Glen picked up Kelly and drained her of the last drops of blood, knowing he’d need all his strength to deal with his brother. He exited the room, dragging the blonde behind him. In the hall he ran into Kennedy.
“Hey, big man,” Kennedy said smiling. Glen glared at him a moment before tossing the dead body at him, knocking him the ground. “I am not the trash man,” he yelled as Glen continued down the hall.
When Glen arrived at Mark’s door he kicked it in. Mark, who had been sitting up in bed reading, jumped a little. Truth be told he had been expecting this visit from his brother. He knew the whores would go tell him about the scent on him.
“Can I help you, Glen,” he asked, setting aside his book and standing.
Glen grabbed Mark and slammed him into the nearest wall. The portraits on the wall rattled with the force. “What did you do to her,” Glen growled.
“Who could you possibly mean, dear brother,” Mark chuckled. Glen slammed him into the wall again, creating a body shaped indentation in the plaster. Mark groaned as his head connected with the wall.
“What did you do to Joselyn,” Glen demanded. “I warned you! I told you not to hurt her!”
“Relax,” Mark said calmly, prying himself away from his angry brother. He examined the damage to the wall and sighed. He’d need to have someone fix that. “I didn’t hurt her…much.” Glen’s hands balled into fists. “You always do have such good taste in women,” Mark said seeing that his words were getting to his brother. “A shame she’s no longer pure.”
Glen let out a growl and slammed Mark into the wall again. The portraits on the wall rattled and fell to the floor. “You son of bitch,” Glen roared. “You knew she was mine!”
“Which is why she tasted so much sweeter,” Mark chuckled. “Forbidden fruit always does.”
“You TASTED her,” Glen bellowed. “How much did you drain her?”
“I only took a small taste,” Mark admitted. “But the weeping wound I left might take its toll on her.” He smiled seeing the distraught look on Glen’s face. “These mortals are such weak creatures.”
Glen slammed Mark into the wall before taking off out of the room. He was down the main staircase and out the front door in seconds. He leapt into the air, practically flying across the rooftops of buildings until he made it to Joselyn’s apartment building.
Quietly he crept though the door Mark had left open. Joselyn was on the bed, her blood staining the pillows. Mark had positioned her with her arms folded across her chest, as if she were dead. It was weak, but Glen could hear her heart beating.
He moved closer to the bed, examining the puncture wounds in her neck. He was taken aback. The holes had healed already. Glen knew this could only mean one thing. Joselyn was pregnant…with Mark’s child. Mark wouldn’t have sired someone he considered to be beneath him, unless he had a use for her.
She stirred on the bed, groaning. The drug Mark had slipped her was finally wearing off. She opened her eyes, blinking as they cleared. Spotting Glen and taking in his mask she pushed away from him, cowering in the corner of the bed and holding the sheet over her naked form.
“I won’t hurt you, Joselyn,” he said softly.
“Who are you,” she demanded. “How do you know my name?” She caught sight of the blood on the bed. “What happened?”
“My name is Glen. I can explain everything,” Glen said standing. “But I need you to come with me. Will you come?”
Something about the way he spoke to her put her jumpy nerves at ease. She nodded slowly. “I need to shower and dress,” she said softly.
“I’ll wait,” Glen replied, walking over to the window and perching on the ledge. He heard Joselyn shuffling about gathering her clothes and then the water running in the shower.
Twenty minutes later she was dressed and ready to go. “I’m ready,” she said softly.
“Good,” Glen said smiling. He held out his hand for her and she placed her tiny hand in his, allowing him to lead the way out of the building. “Hold on,” he said pulling her close to him.
“What,” she asked, unsure what he meant. She was startled when he placed her arms around his neck, holding onto her tightly before leaping into the air. The wind whipped her hair as Glen leapt from rooftop to rooftop.
When he finally stopped and landed down on the pavement they stood before a huge mansion on the outskirts of town. “You live here,” she asked in wonder. He nodded taking her hand and leading her inside.
“Kennedy,” Glen called up the stairs. The blonde man was there in seconds. “Take Joselyn to my chambers.” Kennedy eyed her up and down, smiling wickedly. “DO NOT touch a hair on her head or I’ll have yours.”
“Understood,” Kennedy replied. “Come with me, Joselyn.” He led the way up the stairs toward Glen’s chambers.
Glen made his way up behind them heading toward Mark’s chambers. He entered without knocking, though he did not need to kick it in this time. The splintered doorframe did not allow it to close properly.
“How is she, dear brother,” Mark asked, looking up from his book.
“How could you have been so stupid, Mark,” Glen growled. Mark seemed unfazed by this question. “Did you not realize that you could impregnate her?”
“That’s not an issue,” Mark replied as if he were bored with the conversation.
“The hell it isn’t,” Glen bellowed. “Her weeping wound…was healed already, Mark! Mortals don’t heal that quickly! She’s pregnant!”
Mark pondered this statement before smiling. “Well, I always wanted a child to carry on the Calaway name.”
“This is serious,” Glen growled. “Someone has to explain to her what’s going to happen, Mark.”
“Have fun with that,” Mark replied. Glen sneered at him. “I’ll raise the child, Glen. As for the pregnancy…I prefer you to do the wet work with that. Don’t forget to close the door on your way out.”
Glen glared at Mark a moment before heading out of his chambers, slamming the door on the way out. He smirked when he heard the wall and doorframe crack with the impact. With a sigh he headed to his own chambers to tackle the task of explaining what was going on to Joselyn.
He found her sitting on his bed, staring at her new surroundings. “This is some place,” she said.
“Joselyn, we need to talk,” he said softly, taking a seat next to her on the bed. “It was no accident that you met my brother, Mark, tonight.”
“What do you mean,” she asked.
“I had been watching you for some time,” he admitted. “I was hoping you would be my mate.”
“You’ve been stalking me,” Joselyn asked, confused by what he was telling her.
“My brother and I are vampires,” Glen admitted. “Two of the oldest in existence. I was taken with your beauty the first time I set eyes on you. I had hoped to take you as my mate.”
“By taking me as your mate…do you mean you’d have to make me a vampire,” she asked, realizing how crazy it sounded to speak the words aloud. Glen nodded.
“There would be a special ceremony where you would be bound to me,” he said. “That night, our first night together, you would be turned in the hopes of creating offspring.”
“I thought vampires couldn’t reproduce,” she replied.
“Sired vampires can not reproduce,” he replied. “My brother and I are pure blood. Pure bloods are few in numbers these days. Our union would have produced a new breed to perpetuate our race.”
“But they wouldn’t be pure bloods,” Joselyn replied. Glen shook his head no. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because, Joselyn, my brother drugged you tonight,” he said, his blood boiling at his brother’s actions. “He took your virginity.” She knew that she was no longer a virgin when she had awakened to find herself naked, a dull ache between her thighs. “He bit you, Joselyn, and left you for dead with a weeping wound.” Joselyn’s hand flew up to her neck, remembering the pain of the bite. “When I arrived your wound had healed.”
“He turned me,” she asked mortified. She did not want to live this life against her will.
“No,” Glen replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If only it were that simple. Joselyn, you’re pregnant.”
“That…that’s crazy,” she replied standing, placing a hand over her stomach. “That’s just insane!”
“Close your eyes,” Glen said also standing. She did as he asked. “Now concentrate. Listen to the sounds of your body. How many heartbeats do you hear?”
Joselyn listened to the sound of her own pounding heart and then realized that she heard something else. It was faint, but she could hear it. “Three,” she replied, opening her eyes. “I hear three heartbeats.”
Glen felt like he had been punched in the gut. Three heartbeats. Twins. “Joselyn, are you sure?”
“Do you want to listen,” she asked.
Glen nodded, crouching down and placing his ear to her stomach. He listened and sighed sadly. It was unmistakable. There were indeed twin heartbeats in her womb.
“Joselyn, this pregnancy is going to be very difficult. Even a single birth pregnancy would be difficult, but twins…,” Glen said straightening up. “If you don’t let me turn you…”
“I don’t want to live like this,” she replied shaking her head. “I will not feed off of blood for eternity.”
“Joselyn, please,” Glen pleaded. “If you don’t let me do this…you could die. Very few mortal women live through the birth of a vampire child.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Joselyn replied standing firm.
“Will you at least agree to live here during the pregnancy so that I can take care of you,” Glen asked.
“I really don’t have much choice, do I,” she replied. “If I can hear the heartbeats it must mean that the pregnancy advances rather quickly.”
Glen nodded. “Three months,” he said. “I will have Thorn and Kennedy get your things tomorrow night. For now I need to get some rest.”
“Glen,” Joselyn said softly as she curled up on the couch. He turned to look at her. “Why do you wear that mask?”
“I was in a fire,” he replied softly. “Someone I loved very much betrayed me and I was almost killed. My wounds are still healing.” He sighed as he shed his shirt and kicked off his boots, climbing into bed. “Get some rest, Joselyn. I will tell you anything you want to know when we wake.”
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