Chapter 2
I see Elliot's jaw drop, together with my father's. I turn to what they are looking at and I'm struck dumb. The most gorgeous woman I have ever seen was standing in front of the platform with a mysterious smirk on her full red lips. Her dark brown hair tumbled in curls to the top of her ass and her deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Anastasia fucking Steele! When did you decide to come to America?" Drake says.
"Drake, don't be crude! Or do you want a repeat in manners like the last time we saw each other?" at hearing her British accented voice I got dizzy. Or it could be the lack of oxygen, because I'm holding my breath.
"Ah, but I've learned a thing or two in the last seven decades." Drake says smugly.
Anastasia just shakes her head and smiles. Her entourage are standing around her and looking menacingly at everyone who dares to come closer.
"Well, it appears you have guests to entertain. I am just checking in with you. I will be here for a month or two." She says to the Sheriff.
"You can join us. We can catch up on what we've been up to." I almost fist pump as I hear him say that.
"Aw! Aren't you sweet?" she fake gushes. Nearly choking with laughter.
"I hate you Ana!" he says.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! You can go fly a kite!" she deadpans.
"Grey family, I would like you to meet my Maker Anastasia Steele. Ana, these are, Carrick and Grace Trevelyan-Grey and their children Elliot, Christian and Mia." Drake introduces us to the Goddess.
Elena was huffing at my side and glaring at the vampires. They hear her and scowl at her.
"And you are?" the Goddess asks, looking intently at Elena.
"Ah yes, this is a family friend of the Grey's. Elena Lincoln." The Sheriff says to her and mutters something under his breath to Anastasia.
"Excuse me Sheriff?" my mother asks "You introduced Miss Steele as your Maker. What does that mean?"
"Well, I'm not actually his Maker. Drake here is my Foster-Child." Anastasia answers with a smile on her lips.
"Why do you call him your Child?" Elliott asks her. I want to know too. It is really fascinating to know more about how they operate. In business it is always good to know everything about your opponents and people you work with.
"His Maker was a raving lunatic. She had no business making a Child and we relieved Drake from her clutches. I do have one Child though. He's a spoiled brat, but he's Mine." Anastasia says with conviction and a feeling I'm not familiar with courses through me.
"How is my brother from another mother?" Drake asks. "And have I thanked you for ending my Maker?"
"Annoying as ever. And to answer your question, yes you have thanked me profusely." Smirking she turns to us "I will never know why I Made my Child or why I fostered this fool, but it cannot be undone."
"Are you finished embarrassing me in front of my thralls?" The Sheriff is growling at her.
She giggles and pulls everyone with her. It takes some time to recover and for the life of me I can't remember when I've laughed this freely.
The evening comes to a close and people are leaving the club. We have been here for hours and still it feels to short for me.
"Can you stay here for a little while after closing? There are some vampires that wish to speak to you all." Drake, as he said we should call him, asks us. "You, Mrs. Lincoln, can leave! We have nothing to discuss with you." He dismisses Elena.
If looks could kill, we would all be dead now. With a sound of indignation she leaves, stomping her feet and for the first time in all the years I've known her, something in me shifts. I can't put a finger on what it is, but maybe time will tell.
"We love to. Thank you!" Mia gushes.
"Miss Steele," my father begins "where do you come from?"
"First of all, Mister Grey, you may call me Anastasia or Ana. What is it you want to know exactly? Do you want to know where I live now or where I was born?" she asks.
"Only if you call me Carrick. I would love to know both, if you don't mind." Carrick says smiling at her.
"Where I was born doesn't exist anymore, it is part of Russia now. I'm living in Great Britain since long." Anastasia answers. "If you'll excuse me for a moment."
She stands up and for the first time tonight I notice what she is wearing. I was too busy looking at her gorgeous face apparently. A playroom-red skintight leather pants and a flowy black top. Kneehigh boots with heels that make her legs go on forever. My cock starts stirring and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
We all watch her hips sway as she walks towards the bar. Within minutes she returns with a bottle of True Blood.
"Drake, I still can't believe these uptight rules in the States. No feeding on premises and don't get me started on that foolish PDA-nonsense. Why did you ever leave the Old World? I'll never understand." Anastasia complains. "At least we have this gross tasting crap." A look of distaste marring her face.
Drake just laughs at her, but is interrupted by another vampire.