In the few months after Setrakian's group and the Born had finally been defeated Vivika had worked incredibly hard to get their facilities back in working order. The city had been almost entirely purged of humans, all of them sent off to their little farms with just a handful left around to keep the city functioning; humans finally reduced to food and maintenance. Vivika had quickly gotten the pregnancy facility back up and running – and had turned Desai's office into her perfect home away from home – but this time the women understood that it wasn't for the good of humanity, they were breeding stock and disturbingly aware of it. Furthermore, the B positive women had quickly realized that Vivika Eichhorst wasn't Sanjay Desai and sure as hell wouldn't let them get away with things as he had. Unbeknownst to the raven-haired beauty the women muttered amongst themselves when she couldn't hear about how she could possibly inflict such horror on their babies when she herself was pregnant; had Vivika heard it she'd have likened it to humans and their love of veal.
The only hiccup of the last two months had been the fucking whore called Dutch, Gus and their handsome friend, Fet. The three had used The Master's transfer to Goodweather's body to cut down several Strigs and escape to fuck knew where. They'd pop up sooner or later, they were outnumbered and had no chance of hiding in the crowd any longer. Their plan to bomb everybody back to the Stone Age was dead in the water and since Thomas had managed to round up all the other nuclear weapons they'd got no chance of re-floating it. They'd show up one of three ways, the first was probably the least likely being that they'd be ripped apart by Strigoi having run. The second was possible but didn't quite have the pizzazz Fet and Velders were known for, it was to be stumbled across in a house somewhere having starved to death just trying to live out the rest of their lives. Personally Vivika put her money on door number three, it was the most like them and she knew they'd not be able to resist. Having figured out they couldn't run for the rest of their lives and knowing they were running out of food they'd opt to go out in a blaze of glory and take as many of The Master's top ranks with them as they could. Yeah, that sounded more like them.
The semi-immortal who quietly knew herself as Thomas Eichhorst's better half entered their penthouse in the early hours of the morning and sighed as she hung up her coat. Vivika hadn't been able to wear her skyscraper heels for a few days now thanks to the six month looking bump she'd developed and she really didn't like it; Vivika felt naked without her heels, they gave her confidence. Still, wearing flats wasn't the end of the world and Vivika wouldn't trade her baby for anything; just thinking about it she couldn't keep the grin off her face.
Dazzling green eyes peeked into the large living room but her Thomas wasn't anywhere to be seen and she was the only one who ever used the pool so he'd not be on the deck either. Didn't matter, she knew her husband would return to the penthouse eventually and she was more focused on being hungry in that moment anyway, the baby could be demanding after all.
Slowly she padded through the dining room and into the expansive kitchen of wood and metal and set about getting herself some breakfast. She'd been up early to deal with the facility and hadn't had more than a cup of cocoa; for some reason that was what she'd been craving. Stood before the refrigerator the more than human found left over sushi sat neatly waiting for her and beamed, Vivika had to avoid all her favorites but she could still have what was cooked. To be perfectly honest with a Born baby it was likely that Vivika could have continued to eat whatever the hell she desired but that didn't mean she wanted to risk it; not only was this her and Thomas' child it was also The Master's experiment. Still, Japanese food really was Vivika's favorite and she missed it. However, once she had given birth Vivika wouldn't ever be without her most loved cuisine again, not after Thomas had smuggled an itamae into the country for her last birthday. Vivika smiled to herself as she sat down to eat, such a good husband.
The twenty-two year old had just taken up her chopsticks as her backside hit the sofa in the living room – far more comfortable to eat there than the breakfast bar or dining table – when the obvious sound of the front door opening reached her, followed very quickly by the dulcet notes of a person being dragged kicking and screaming towards Thomas' little murder dungeon; which she thought was meant to be an office once upon a time. The raven-haired woman didn't even tilt her head, just continued to eat while a man was hauled through her home. Behind her the dungeon door was yanked open but she still didn't turn her attention away from her craved meal, screaming had become a sort of background noise to her. It was odd when the door closed and her screaming just ended, almost like a song had stopped half way though, the soundproofing really did do its job. Still, she gave it no mind until a few moments later when it sounded again a split second as Thomas exited his dungeon.
Wife glanced to husband when he sat down beside her, popped the button of his suit jacket open and set a glass of crimson which he'd clearly just drained on the coffee table. He gazed at her a single second before using all his Strigoi strength to lift her into his lap while she finished her last few morsels. Eichhorst kissed her forehead lovingly as he brushed a stray strand of black behind her ear with his right hand before it went to rest atop her belly. In that moment no one would have realized neither were human or that Thomas had just hauled a terrified woman through the penthouse, they would have just looked like a happily married couple expecting their first child. Their only problem would have been just how much older than her Thomas was; oh if they only knew.
"How are you feeling today, leibling?" He asked, accent thick. "How is our little one?"
Vivika couldn't help it, once she'd set her plate and chopsticks aside she snuggled into Thomas' warm chest to breathe in the rich scent of his Lorenzo Villoresi Sandalo; a scent she'd come to find comforting.
"We've had a busy morning," Vivika soon replied lovingly, "and now we're hungry."
The former Nazi hummed. "Yes, I see that. Not long now until he's born though."
He pressed another kiss to Vivika's forehead and she practically purred for him. He'd done so many evil and horrid things both before and after his Strigoi status, he wasn't a good man but it would always be Vivika who derived comfort from him, who loved him because he really wasn't a good man.
Neither spoke for a short time, just enjoyed the moment in one another's arms and Vivika even lifted her head to glance out the floor to ceiling window at the desolate city while Eichhorst's remaining hand moved in comforting little circles on her belly; Vivika didn't think he even realized he did it.
"Isn't it so peaceful now the humans know their place and have been moved?" She breathed. "So quiet and pleasant. Our baby gets to grow up in the world we've built for him."
The German smiled down at his psychotic wife, her make-up was sharp as usual but her lips were a shade of brown so dark it was practically black. Thomas didn't think the color should have worked with his bride being so pale but somehow the darkness just showed off those eyes of hers for the viridescent gems they were. Ergötzlich (delightful), muttered Thomas' mind.
"It's wonderful, meine liebe. The nuclear winter will end eventually but we have more bombs and all the time in the world to figure that out."
Frankly setting off another nuclear bomb so damn soon sounded like a terrible idea but they'd had the foresight to round up all the nuclear scientists they could so that would be a fantastic help. Regardless Vivika didn't want to think about all that in that moment so she changed the subject and Thomas let her.
"I hear you brought dinner." The twenty-two year old chuckled.
"I did, yes." Thomas nodded. "Blood is somewhat restricted after the purge until the farms have everybody situated, so I'll need to make this one last but that's no bother."
That seemed to remind him about his slowly cooling glass of blood and so he reached for it with his right – and only – hand and brought it to his lips.
"Ouch!" Vivika's hand shot to her stomach. "That one hurt."
Eichhorst lifted a fake eyebrow. "Are you all right, meine süße?" Asked Thomas, his eyes suddenly full of concern for his bride as his glass lingered at his lips.
The raven-haired beauty nodded. "Yeah, he's not done that before."
The Born had started moving a few weeks earlier but it had been standard movement as any expectant mother would have expected, this had felt more like a bite. Thomas went to return his glass to the coffee table so he could tend to his wife only for her to hiss again.
"Are you sure you are all right? We have doctors I can summon."
Green eyes flashed between the swell of her belly and Thomas' drink curiously; her brow furrowed.
"Thomas, bring the blood back here."
Though he clearly had questions the Strigoi obeyed only for Vivika to hiss once more.
"I think he can sense the blood." Sure enough when she took the glass from her husband and moved it around her stomach the pain burst forth again in different places. Vivika chuckled and returned the blood to Thomas. "He can! It's his stinger trying to get at the fresh blood. Clever boy."
Thomas smirked to himself, his child would be a strong one and both his wife and Lord would be pleased. He'd not wanted a child but Eichhorst had to admit he'd be proud to sire a strong son, a boy who'd grow into a fine man and do his parents proud. Now they'd taken over officially they'd need all the hands they could get to keep it running smoothly and their boy would be part of that.
He took the glass from his pretty wife and let his stinger find the rich crimson inside only for it to vanish just as quickly as it had appeared. Then, with a curious expression, he gestured for her to take it.
"We have a coffee table."
"Drink it." He ordered lightly. "You have had your meal and now it is time for him to have his. I am curious what will happen."
Vivika didn't look convinced. "Thomas, you know that's not how eating for two works, right?"
"Drink it anyway." He insisted and Vivika couldn't deny the desire which had peaked in her husband's eyes; somehow she suspected this had stopped being about the baby roughly two seconds earlier. "For me?"
Without another word Vivika took the half empty glass and downed the lot while Thomas watched, his tongue ran subconsciously against his teeth. Vivika hadn't ever drunk blood before, sure she'd tasted her own when she'd been slapped a little too hard every now and again but that was it; she wasn't a connoisseurlike Eichhorst had delighted in becoming. Still, it hadn't tasted bad, metallic which was to be assumed but the slight sweet and salty after-taste she got surprised young Vivika. All in all the experience wasn't unpleasant and Thomas' face revealed he'd found it far more enjoyable than anticipated. As soon as she'd deposited the glass on the coffee table Thomas pulled his bride back to him and pressed their lips together for a deep kiss, his tongue ran rampant through her mouth to delight in the flavor of his captive.
"Well, the baby doesn't seem to have noticed but daddy certainly has." Vivika teased, smirk big and wide as she clung to his lapels.
Before Vivika could even process the move Thomas was laying her down on the bed in their room, had removed her shoes and started on the empire waist dress she wore. Vivika may have finally found something which made Thomas desperate for her.
As soon as he had her naked his mouth started to pepper her warm body with kisses, using the utmost care and gentleness when it came to the swell of her belly. Vivika whimpered happily when his lips found her heavy breasts and his remaining hand kneaded her thigh; her hand cradled his head as he leaned down to kiss her, Vivika's sounds small and perfect.
"Thomas!" She called when his lips and tongue found her inner thighs.
He lifted his head to look at her with hazy eyes. There was a needy request in her eyes which quickly turned to a demand and he smiled; he loved the darkness within her.
"My love." He said with his accent think, before he gently guided her into a more comfortable position beneath him.
Vivika lay there, open, ready and desperate for him, her chest heaving, her lips curled into a devilish smirk, and the sight made him growl with a dark want that only his wife could ever get out of him.
"Du bist wunderschön, meine liebling." (You're beautiful, my darling) Eichhorst murmured sweetly, awed by the scent of desire that radiated from her skin; Vivika's grin became brighter.
Thomas pressed a soft kiss to her swollen belly reverently as he traced her skin with his fingertips, never did he apply too much pressure, but she was impatient – always had been - and soon started to writhe under the delicate touch of his calloused fingers. So he went lower once more, until his mouth touched what she wanted, and the raven-haired beauty practically melted, she thrust upwards to meet his crafty mouth with mews and loud moans as her fingers clenched into the silken sheets.
Eichhorst couldn't keep his own moan down, her taste different now that she was pregnant, sweeter than ever, intoxicating in a way she'd never been before. He practically drank of her body, licked, and sucked her until she begged him to fill her, to be within her.
"Thomas." Vivika whined when he rose, his face wet and glistening. "For fuck's sake, please."
The former Nazi just smirked at her a moment then disrobed himself of his tailored suit while his bride wriggled and writhed before him as much as her body would allow. Once naked he went to get her favorite toy and spotted himself in the mirror of her vanity, he looked very odd with make-up only on his hands and face but neither cared in that moment. Green eyes followed him all the way back to her, a twinkle in them. He could still smell the blood on her lips; Thomas hadn't ever known just how much he'd needed to watch her drink the sweet nectar of life, it had been intoxicating.
Thomas knelt on the bed and parted Vivika's legs further, her skin was warm against his and radiated the scent of coconuts and blood.
He lifted her body to align it with the thick silicone. "Ready, meine liebe?"
Vivika pouted and whined as she always did when she felt he was depriving her purposely, and the German laughed only to fill her fully with a slow but firm thrust of his hips. The wet sound made his senses perk up as a growl escaped him. True, Thomas couldn't orgasm like human men any longer but the scent of her, the noises and pheromones she gave of left him practically in a stupor. He bit his lip so hard it would bleed as his gentle pace grew stronger and more wanton; probably too rough for a pregnant woman but Strigoi and immortals were made of sterner stuff. Not for one second did Thomas let his fake, blue eyes leave Vivika's emerald ones.
Her hands searched the sheets for something to cling to and eventually found the pillow her head rested upon and so she clawed into it. Vivika was wet and filled with an urge for her climax, her body welcomed the silicone without friction and Thomas almost lost himself in the scent of sex and blood.
"Pregnancy has just turned you into more of a whore, my love, such a perfect little whore." Thomas practically panted as he trust deep into his wife causing yet more moans from her.
He bent to kiss her again and almost moaned, she tasted of fresh blood and something unique to her, not to mention the touch of his own blood from here he'd bitten his lip. Christ, he wanted to drench her in the thick red and lick it from her body.
Vivika came with a panted 'fuck', her back arched as she practically tore a hole in the pillow cover and Thomas could take it no longer. From deep within his throat his stinger shot out and latched on to his wife's throat to bask in the taste of her blood laced thick with sex and other delightful chemicals. The sharp bite caused another spark of heat to pool at her glistening core.
"Thomas." She purred breathlessly as he drank his fill.
When the German felt her heart rate slow he finally released her neck and tucked his stinger back where it belonged. With a grin he cast the toy aside and fell to lie beside his wife while she continued to pant, he couldn't help but watch the way her skin healed miraculously. The silk sheets were cold and soothing against his heated skin; he took her hand in his and pressed a loving kiss to her knuckles
"That," began Vivika breathlessly, "is going to have to happen again."
Thomas smirked. "I could not agree more, liebe, I already have ideas."
The raven-haired semi-immortal chuckled to herself quietly as a hand automatically went to rest at the swell of her stomach.
"Of course you have." She cast her green orbs to him. "I love you."
"And I you, Vivika."
The two lay there so long that Vivika actually stumbled into slumber and left Thomas watching her with a possessive gaze. His beautiful wife, his perfect and insane bride. Just plain his, just as it always should have been.
