To Be a Blood Whore

By: Ravenl0221

A.n./ I actually wrote this one directly after posting the last one. XD

Rose POV

Driving to LA was the most awkward thing I'd done in a long time and let's face it. I've been through hundreds of awkward things. Lissa wouldn't let Christian anywhere near me more than fifteen seconds and Chris was determined to cause her colossal amounts of irritation. I was driving this shift and if fussing over me hadn't tired Lissa out so extremely they probably would've gouged the other's eyes out over the front seat.

Chris sat quietly, thinking long and hard about something.

"So…you didn't graduate in favor of coming to find me?" he asked finally.

"Pretty much," I sighed, "Lissa didn't either."

"Oh."

I drove into Nevada before we stopped to eat. Now I had two moroi to feed instead on one. Today was Christian's turn. Lissa sat in the back stewing. Chris sat in the passenger seat and I sat on his lap, that way it didn't look like we were species of vampire. MY position over him evoked a reaction in both of us, but we both worked hard not to show it. I through my head to the side, exposing my neck. One of his hands reached up to squeeze my breast. My gasp of pleasure was masked by his biting into my neck. I could feel Lissa's jealousy rolling into me, but this was good to give up. He let me go, much to my distress, and it was time to go. Except he held me close to him, giving me a reason to stay a little longer.

"I'm dizzy," I said aloud although it wasn't true, I just didn't want to move. Christian's heartbeat was soothing as it pounded in my ears. Not to mention the circles he rubbed in my lower belly.

"Do you want to me to heal you?" she asked. I shook my head no.

"I'm fine now, don't worry." I told her, "Chris do you want to drive?" he shrugged.

"Don't see why not,"

The rest of the drive was even worse. There was another twelve hours in our drive, I wanted something from Chris and Chris wanted something from me, and Lissa was watching us like a hawk. I sighed in defeat. This was a dream that wouldn't come true. We made it to Tasha's in half the time with Chris driving twenty miles over the speed limit. Chris was still giving me looks that I couldn't ignore and Lissa was still giving us looks that we wouldn't dare ignore.

The Ozera was estate was huge.

Tasha really knew how to decorate. The main building looked to have about twenty five rooms and was made out of these impressive grey slabs. A valet took the car and immediately welcomed 'Lord Ozera' (and guests). I kept Christian hidden (poorly) behind me as I knocked on the door. Tasha was busy bustling around, getting something ready for something royal. She looked awful like she hadn't slept in a month or eaten for that long either. When she passed she smelt like scotch. I wrinkled my nose and sent Christian into a random room. She would notice us eventually. Just like that she stopped and turned on her heels.

"Rose, Lissa…" she hugged us both individually, then sniffled, "so I'm guessing it's done." Tears gathered in her eyes at the realization that her nephew, the one she raised from childhood, was gone forever.

"In a way…" I mumbled, "Christian get out her before she starts blubbering." She spun around, frantically searching for him. He came out of a room not exactly looking the best, but still healthy. The feeding earlier gave him a lot of his color back. He gave her a hug.

"How could you!" she yelled, she smacked him in the chest. Then she turned to me, "how'd you…." We explained everything to her the best we could, the entire time she held onto Chris like he was her life line. I imagined how I'd feel if I lost this little guy…

Just knowing there was something growing inside me was enough to kick start my protective instincts. He apologized hundreds of times to his aunt, swearing he'd never do anything like that again.

"Well this calls for a celebration," she finally said. "Anything else I should know about?" Telling Tasha about the baby seemed ill placed so Chris shrugged.

"We get Rose as our Guardian. Y'know…if you don't mind going under court's nose. She didn't graduate from Saint Vlad's because she went to find me." He shook his head, "but she's one of the best and you know that. And her current situation demands that she have a job."

"What situation?" the entire time I was holding my breath, if she wasn't on board I was back to living off Lissa until I could make my way in the human world.

He smiled in a way that made his fangs gleam, "she pregnant." He said it almost proudly, "and it's my fault." But the last part made it sound like an affliction. She looked taken aback.

"You got Rose? As in…that Rose? As in…hot beyond belief and completely out of your league Rose?" when he nodded and when I nodded she shook her head, "well damn Chris. Good job. Not good job in getting her pregnant this early on, I know I sent you enough condoms to last you the rest of your life, but good job on scoring such a nice girl."

"But the job…"

She grimaced, "I wouldn't feel right employing a pregnant girl." She tapped her jaw, "so long as she's here she's welcome to stay and go to school with you, Lissa as well, but I couldn't ask her to work as a guardian with a little one on the line."

"Well what about after it's born?" I asked hopefully.

"After your maternity leave there's no reason at all I can think of to turn you down. We could use a guardian for when we leave the country."

"Thank you so much!" I squealed, then she held up her hand to me.

"But you'll be Christian's guardian. I have my own personal guardian coming in from the academy in a week." She giggled. He raised an eyebrow at her, but shrugged. Why would he care about who'd be guarding his aunt. She showed us to our rooms, giving us our pick of whichever color scheme we desired. Lissa pinked a soft pink room, accented by white. We dropped her off first and she was so exhausted from hovering I felt her pass out on the bed, still in her day clothes. Yes! Next was my room, it was dark blue with black accents in the dresser and headboard. I immediately stripped down and sunk into the bath. I heard the door glide over the carpet.

"Who is it?" I groaned. Chris appeared around the door.

"So you get to stay here," he said, taking a seat beside the tub. I sunk beneath the bubbles.

"I'm so relieved." I admitted, "not only did I get a job, but I also get my child to actually have a father." When he stayed silent I added, "Most dhampir don't have that. Like I don't know anything more about my dad than his name."

"Why would anyone do that?" he asked, he was splashing around in the bath water now.

"I don't know." I admitted, "Circumstances. Pressure…" I trailed off. Without the mind of a moroi man it would be next to impossible to explain why one would abandon their children. There was a sudden shift in the king sized tub as Christian made his way behind me. I looked up at him, relaxing against his chest. Our positioning was bound to lead to more, but right now he seemed content to ask questions and massage my upper thigh.

"Okay well…what's your dad's name?"

I felt the water heat up to a muscle melting temperature, "Uhhh. Ibrahim Mazur."

He jumped behind me, "So I've been playing with my life twice." He chuckled, then he snuggled into my hair.

"You know him?" I turned so that my hands were on his chest.

"Yeah, he's a good friend of Tasha's. He like a Turkish mobster with interesting fashion taste."

This led me to different doors and different questions, but it seemed playtime was over. The erection jabbing me in the stomach were my indication. I leaned upward and crushed my lips to his, he forced his way in, demanding dominance from the jump. His hands roamed along my inner thigh and around to my butt. I climbed on his lap so that his cock was lined up to my entrance, but he stopped me. As he spoke I left a trail of kisses from his ear to his color bone. He fidgeted beneath me, gasping rather loudly when I caught his flesh in my mouth.

"I can't Rose." His eyes were on my chest as he spoke, "I don't want to take advantage of you anymore." He sighed in relief as I let go of his reddening meat.

"But I want to be taken advantage of," I insisted. The look of pure lust could not be mistaken, but just as he was about to give in I heard a familiar Russian accent.

"I think this room is hers," I heard Tasha say. I jumped out of the tub and dressed in a hurry, ignoring the fact that my clothes clung to my wet body. Soft footsteps then a shadow that crossed the entire tub. I looked up to see Dimitri staring back at me.