DAMN YOU! DAMN ALL OF YOU! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO:cries: You made me go and write another chapter:sniffle: Curse you! Geeze... I'll tell you what- you want to know how many people read your stories? Post a note saying you're not writing it any more and head for the hills from the flood of emails you get from people going, "WIEEE! ZOMGlyk3! NUUUU! HOW DAR3 U!"

Yeesh...

Anyhow, after careful contemplation, I've decided to go ahead and write this story as I get the inspiration to, but don't expect any more explicit sex scenes... not that mine were in any way explicit... mainly because I'm not that much of a lemon rp'er... but I am an rp'er :P and if you ever wanna RP, I've got Furcadia, Yahoo! Messenger, AIM, and MSN! Drop me a review and I'll PM you my name in which ever console is best for you! .

Although I do have some serious cravings to read and write more lemons, I will not! Why? Because that promise to my friend means THAT much to me:noble stance:sniffle:

Anyhow, here ya go... and.. uh... Hi again:)

HUGGLES AND SNUGGLES! -Tehkitteh

My favorite Mistake

Chapter five

She amazes me.

That is the only thing I can say that truly expresses what she does to me. Amazement is the only thing I can call to explain what I feel around her. Amazing is the only thing I can name what she is.

Everything about her is glorious… the way she smiles and blushes when she sees me watching her. The way her hair glistens in the moon light. The way the dew hangs off her delicate snowy fur after a hunt. The way she blends in perfectly with the snow of my castle, except for that slight tinge of blue in the moon. The way she flies silently, swooping in a perfect arch at the last moment to sink her sharp, deadly, beautiful fangs into the neck of young men, her favorite meal. The way her fangs glide against mine when she tries to seduce me, which always works. The way her body fits so easily next to me, the way she softens my coffin, the way she screams my name… and the way she does that one thing with her tongue.

A.

Mae.

Zing.

Even the way she tends to those eggs of her, every new batch her favorite, every old batch her pride and joy. She loves to spend the hours of daylight she should be sleeping flying around those beautiful sacs of our combined genes, blue and smooth at first when they slide from her amazing body and finally green and bumpy once the protective, nourishing, warming coat my own body generated as part of the birthing process covered them and allowed them to hang from the ceiling, balcony, statues, whatever.

Since that episode a year or so back with good ole Christopher, I have been making sure to spend time with her and check up on her every hour or so. Nine times out of ten, she is stroking our eggs, floating betwixt them, bringing hordes of live humans to suck out their blood and rub it all over the sacs. None of my other brides ever did that. Then again, none of them became mothers during their first years still as a fledgling. Even Aleera, my newest at the time, did not have her first batch until her one-hundred sixteenth year.

Maybe this new behavior is associated with her being so young. As if, deep within her, her adult human mind is being over taken by her childish vampiric mind thus the little girl within wanting to play Mommy with some new dolls of hers, dolls wrapped up in a box she cannot open for fear of damaging the precious adored play toy inside.

Then again, maybe it was just her human motherly side appearing. She did tell me she took care of her little brothers and young cousins after her mother and aunt went missing a few years before I turned her.

That hurt my heart. I usually let those go, making sure those children had some sort of motherly figure in their life… unlike me… and only my father to turn away from me because apparently I looked too much like Mother for his comfort.

I am not as heartless and evil as everyone likes to think. I want children to feel some sort of love, some sort of motherly female companionship, something to hold them when they are hurt and someone to kiss away their fears and the harsh taunting words of the other mean kids in the town when all you want to do is play…

I know how that is, even now days. When I change my shape and appearance to become a child, I still am made fun of. Even as an old, old, old vampire, still being the point of everyone's fun making is hurtful. Maybe that is why I usually revert to a puppy or a kitten to play with the children.

Marishka used to make fun of me and laugh in my face because I would play with the children instead of devouring them as she enjoyed doing. Heh. She only made fun of me so I would cause her pain. She was unstoppable… pain turned her on so much that you could keep attacking her and all you would do was rile her up and make her more feisty… then after she finished with you, she'd come home and beg me to release her of her pent up horny sex drive… which, of course, I had no opposition to. Heh Heh.

But … I like playing with the children. Possibly because I never got to as a child myself. Even when I did, I was made fun of and always ran to Mother, until she died because Father was too busy with his stupid "Righteous" beliefs to bring in a magic user to cure her.

"If its God's will she die, then God's will be done…" he would say when we would both plead, and then he would turn and walk out as we both cried and cried. Maybe that is why I never played with the children… I was too worried about Mother to leave her side. Someone had to be worried and care for her. Father did not. That left me.

Perhaps that is why I wanted so many brides and so many children… I'd have kids to play with that wouldn't make fun of me and… all those mothers there… all those loving women to run to and beg protection from the harsh voices of everything out there… and I let them die… dammit!

Huh… seems like I have digressed…

Bah, I cannot be bothered by that now. The monster is just thirty feet below me on the ground.