Author: The first part is a continuation of the sexual encounter from the last chapter as a warning. I hate writing smutty crap but oh well. If this chapter disappoints you please don't hate me. I will be doing some touch ups this week.
Hoping to get under his skin and unleash the creature inside of him.
Her teasing only brought back his memories of the night that haunted him the most. Carlisle relived his discovery of the vampires in the sewers. The last few moments before the vampire had bit him. With his torch Cullen had lit the vampire on fire, consequently the creature became frantic and bit him before running off into the darkness. The three days of pain seemed like a life time. He had become what he had sought to destroy. Only when his paramour cried out his name Carlisle seized to drown in his inner world. She had already reached culmination.
"Lisle! Praise the gods of love! They have become you!" She cupped his face with her hands. By the soul within their eyes the connection between them was made.
He pushed his memories aside and grinned, "No, Tis all me... I am astonished you can carry on like this."
Zena smirked and said vainly, "I've not had this kind of enticement in centuries... I feel like a virgin all over again... a virgin goddess no longer." She said the last part in a lusty tone before feeling a new intense wave go through her body again. His fingers fondled her black hair and clutched into fists once he felt his crystal body tense. A groan emitted from his mouth and the ecstasy he felt drew him back into his head. Time had stopped entirely replaced by release. She playfully slapped his flawless facial. He came back to earth and it was over. The lit flames distinguished. He left her and laid down next to Zena. She rested on her side and closed her eyes. His arm around her waist cuddling her. "We should dress by noon."
She muttered and faced him, "Please forgive me if it felt like I was pulling your strings."
"Your foul play is endearing." The blonde kissed her upon the lips. He figured by her knowledge of love making Zena had more than one partner over time. "You have had more than that lover?"
"Yes, My first amour was my brother." She joked with Cullen.
"Your brother?"
She chuckled, "Aro Volturi."
"Do you think he still harbors feelings for you?" Here they were, Talking about some total idiot just after making love.
"I haven't seen him in the past three millennium. The last I heard he was married to his soul mate." Zena revealed.
"Soul mate?"
"The mate relationship is like what I told you before but if we loose them we become catatonic forever. That is the one weakness... You may not be mine but that doesn't change my love for you... You make me feel things I have never before... Belonged." She brought his hand on her waist closer to her bosom. Her soft skin was still flushed and her heart beating a little slower now. Zena laid her head into his chest and cuddled with him. Almost on top of him. His frozen skin cooled her down and felt wonderful. She enjoyed how he made her feel and how he kissed her mouth and her body. Her former inamoratos never were that affectionate. Dominion over her body held more importance in their minds. Maybe in her own screwed up way; She did want him to dominate her unfortunately he wasn't that type of lover.
She realized what was holding him back, "If you want... My human blood... You can have it... My body heals much faster than a regular human being, So you will not hurt me." He utterly disagreed and was disgusted by such a notion, He kissed her forehead. "I will not leech off of the woman whom I love."
After redressing, Zena returned to her bedroom and began to get dressed. By this time the human house servant Madeleine Westhorne arrived by the back and entered Zenobia's room. She took her corset and began to help Zena dress in her day clothes.
"Forgive me if I stepped in on the both of you downstairs." Maddy said humbly.
Zena pushed her worries aside, "It wasn't the best place for making love but I also didn't want to disturb Gene from her duties."
Maddy nods and moves on with her own duties. "If you will allow me to speak freely..."
"Yes?"
"He loves you... Most people who are to be married do not love each other... You can tell by the way he looks at you. Cares about you." She mused stringing together her corset.
"We have known each other for three years, It could have happened sooner." Zena suggested frankly.
Gene walked in and sat down on Zenobia's bed, "You could have been a little more quiet, This whole block may have heard you, Zena."
"The throws of ecstasy are not meant to be bottled up." She claims flamboyantly while Maddy continues to string her corset.
By evening, Zena was reading over one of her personal scripts for a play she was writing. 'Hercules And Hippolyte' at her desk. A play in three acts.
Zena felt a hand placed on her shoulder and a kiss on the cheek. She turned, "Lisle?"
"Come, My love. Company is here." Carlisle took her by the hand and kissed her knuckles.
The two walked down grand stairs into the lounge room and a brunette man sat down on the wooden chair near the fire place. He was about the same age as Cullen himself but his features were ruggedly handsome. His shoulder length hair cut and the little hair under his lip. He wore a cloak and under that a doublet unlike his counterpart who chose the more up to date waistcoat.
He smiled in Zena's direction and bowed, "Greetings, My lady. I am Callum Anderson."
Zena nodded and gazed into his red eyes, "I am pleased to meet you... From what he has told me you too were turned into a vampire the same night as Cullen himself."
"Yes, I never made it out like Carlisle did. Their leader kept me so I might hunt down the living mortals involved in our hunt..." He switched over to talk about something else. More serious, "I thought at the time it was ironic that the one person who hates being a vampire would be the one most likely to find them in the first place, Carlisle Cullen no less... It is his fault that I am a vampire..."
Carlisle's expression turned into a one of guilt. Zena spoke again, "You hate being a vampire?"
Callum disagreed, "I must admit that being a vampire has it's advantages and weaknesses. I am free from the petty superstition, beliefs and mortality of humanity."
Zena understood, "Are you still in contact with the head vampire you found in the sewers?"
Callum knew lying to her was trivial; She would out him on spot. He spoke the truth, "No, My former master had failed in finding what she was looking for... She moved on and I chose to stay here."
His mistress was looking for Zenobia. She chose to test him again, "Do you know who she was searching for?"
"A former enemy. She did not say who."
Zena replied cleverly, "It is me who she is looking for... I want you to find your former mistress and tell her that Zenobia Petricallas waits for her in London."
Midnight, Another knock on the front door. Zenobia hurried and opened it up to only see a cloaked man with a black jackal mask. The vampire spoke up and bowed, "Evening, Lady Zenobia. Your father has arrived to visit you."
The guard pointed out his lord who stepped out of a black carriage. Her father. Spiridon Petricallas. An onyx androgynous mask he wore under the hood of his black mantle. Around his shoulders a golden adornment with his clan crest. A black jackal with ruby eyes a familiarity with his Egyptian background. Going by the Greek name he had chosen; Spiridon and two of his followers stood fully clothed in black and velvet purple before his daughter. In this town house. Her home. She had not expected to see him soo quickly.
He lended out a white gloved hand to her. She shook his hand. "I had not expected you to resurface, My daughter."
He took her into the lounge room where they sat down on the couch across from the fire place. "I just sent my letter to you..."
"I saw you come, dear." His voice was like silk and baritone. Partially muffled by his mask.
"Saw me?"
He nodded, "Yes, An ability I had come across recently. Most useful."
"You saw my future?" She cringed. "You took this ability from another vampire?"
He rubbed her back trying to comfort her, "Yes,"
"You came here to take my powers from me?" She shoved her father away.
"No, My love. I cannot take the powers of a hybrid from them... So I had found... I have came here to offer you these," He took out a large envelope with the jackal crest from his cloak.
"I forged you these identity documents from your home country. Everything about you and your background."
She searched through the papers and smiled. "Thank you... Father."
Spiridon peered closer through the almond shaped holes of his mask at his daughter. Zena still had her human qualities. Her skin still had the rough texture of a young adult. Her eyes were deep and unfaded. He took pride in what he did with her mother all those millenniums ago. They had created a superior, beautiful and unusual creature.
Everything about her was paradoxical. Her alluring physical shape, sweet body fragrance, and her powers. She resembled everything they hoped to conjure and a success with many costs. The death of her mother who he had never loved. His child's rebellion.
He had wanted her to have children and turned vampires. They too would be gifted. The coven would have used her children in their efforts in supremacy like their mother. Her turned vampires would be loyal to her through the poison they share with her through their veins. Otherwise, A great army. An empire which fell in two hours by that army of his daughter. She the commander.
With a will of her own. She didn't fancy her position as commander/baby machine and the 'tool' way the hybrids were treated. He understood well her reasoning behind her uprising. It was well deserved. Her massacre allowed him to return to the shadows.
"I shall take up the role of patron in your coven escapades here and I will give you a dowry." He offered most honestly.
"My dowry?" Forget that. She wondered where her father got his money.
"Yes, Your dowry of 2,500 a year."
She stopped him, "Wait, Isn't that a bit much?"
"You don't fool me, Daughter. You want this kind of lifestyle and you need to keep it up." Spiridon peered around her house. Zena decided to follow him around. She hated his nosy behavior. His most prominent trait. He looked through the dining room, art hall and her garden outside. The office on the first floor was last.
"Your fiance and yourself have exellent taste in design, My daughter." He complimented her, chuckling.
She looked through the documents once again. "I don't have a Kieran living with me."
"I saw your future, My child." He touched her stomach, "You will be due in November. Five months from now."
"No, I am barren. I can't have a baby." Zena pleaded with her father.
"By your will, It has already happened. You will be happy with him... Your little boy." Spiridon smiled from behind his mask.
"You mean the one from my paintings?"
Her father shook his head, "No, A new life and soul." Spiridon took her hand. He looked through her memories and brought the subconscious ones to the surface. "Your child from your paintings is Vasilios. You sent him away because he was more human than vampire. Your memories were erased by the vampire who took them. Present, Vasilios is in the Roman Catholic clergy and has gotten a reputation for himself. He believes his mother was a whore and his father a drunk. If you go after him he will try to kill you. For this infant you have here it is better if you never pursue this monk... Let his father deal with him."
"Aro Volturi?" The masked man nodded, "Yes, In the future they will meet. His way with dealing with Vasilios Volturi will bring his son into the truth."
Zena nodded. She thought how Aro might deal with him. Probably treat him as a child and then use his powers to strengthen his absolute monarchy.
Both Carlisle and Gene arrived home from the hunt. They froze still before the presence of Spiridon Petricallas. The masqueraded vampire. Zena's father.
He faced them and greeted with enthusiasm, "Greetings, My friends. I am Spiridon Petricallas. Zenobia's father."
Cullen shook his gloved hand, "I am pleased to meet you, I am Carlisle Cullen."
Gene keeped her hands to herself and stepped back. "Can I see your face?"
He began to take off his mask, "This may frighten you, Young one."
Spiridon Petricallas under the mask appeared to be dead. Undead. There was no life in his dark eyes. Heavy cataracts over his vision. His hair is black like his daughter's, flat instead of frizzy. At one point in his life he may have been handsome but those days were over. A long existence had made Spiridon a man of white marble.
Gene smirked, "You must be ancient, Very ancient."
"You have good instincts," He nodded chuckling. "I was once a member of the Memphis coven. Our leadership didn't like my radical ideals and my gift so he exiled me. There on I joined Kreta coven and fathered Zenobia who would go on to genocide the Kreta coven in a violent rampage with other hybrids." He said the last part in a light hearted voice.
Zena rolled her eyes, "Those monsters had it coming."
"Yes, indeed." Spiridon continued, "I wish you well, My children. I will be in the city for the next week, If you need my assistance you know where to find me." His mask returned to his face and her father aimed for the door with his followers behind him. After her father left, Zenobia returned to her room and changed for the night. She laid down on her bed snuggled up in her blankets. Cullen came in after her and cuddled her.
"Your father is a ghoulish man." He whispered to her.
"He is also very powerful... Never underestimate him. He has the ability to take the abilities of other vampires into his own being and redistribute them if he wishes to." She replied. "So far, The abilities I know he has are foresight, memory, and telekinesis. He can't take the abilities of a hybrid so mine are safe."
"Gene told me the only thing he cares about is his greatest creation and she is you."
Zenobia closed her eyes; She was surprised, "After everything, He is still my father and only man who will ever be." She only hoped he didn't know about Gene's powers. Knowing someone's darkest secrets and desires might come in handy. If the situation demanded it Zena might have to destroy her father to protect her daughter. She doubted he would want a power like Carlisle's. Compassion would come across as a curse in Spiridon's mindset. Zena found she could not tell him everything her father told her. Time would bring everything to the surface sooner than later. She found it frustrating how honest her father had bluntly said it all to her face. The child she never knew and this new baby he saw in her near future.
Carlisle noticed how distressed she was, "Is there something bothering you? My love?"
"Usually vampires can't have biological children. There is an exception and this is the hybrid. The progeny of a human and vampire. I am one as you know at the cost of my mother who died giving birth to me... My father has the ability to see things before they happen... He has seen me have our son in November." Zena snuggled into him.
He held her close and kissed her, "If anything happens to you... I will do all I can to give him a good life."
Zena expressed confusion, "I'm not going to die. My body is naturally fit for this monsterous labor." She understood his worries. Birthing was a life or death experience with human offspring. Human women died bringing their children into this world. Zena's physique proved to be stronger than a newborn vampire because of her human and vampire blood she would always have inside her veins. Her unnatural genes and DNA. She and this baby shared the same preternatural heritage and diet. Zena had an excessively better chance of survival than her human mother. In the past, She had once let go the dream of being a parent believing that her time was up. Now she wanted nothing to stop her from having what she thought would never be given to her. Her progeny would always be more human or vampire depending on their father. This time around this hybrid infant would be more vampire and her last.
"There are no words I can use to express how I feel about this." Her blonde lover simpered contently. As long as Cullen could remember he always wanted to be a father dispite it's potential costs.
Zena teared up, "You are amazing, Carlisle... I don't deserve a man like you."
"You already have me and will for now on."
Author: So that was the end of this chapter... I was thinking... Unborn hybrids who are in utero with their hybrid mothers and how they age for this fanfiction will have a longer time span. Five months of pregnancy and after that the child will grow like a regular human being until they become an age where they stop. They can't feed off their mothers so they depend on what their mother consumes for growth and nourishment. The human part will be the dominant part of their growth while the unchanging vampire part will be the recessive. Secondary. While the human part of the hybrid grows up, the vampire part would stay the same: Super strength, speed, beauty, immortality and gifts but will evolve with the assistance of the human part of the hybrid.