Chapter 41:Mop Up Blood While Makin' Love

Katrina sat up, stretching her arms high, and cursed the fact that she needed so much rest. She stood up, intending on going to find Vincent to see where he had put the new figure, and walked over to the stairs. She screamed in fright as a young man with dark hair and blue eyes fell in a heap at her feet.

"Help me!" the boy cried, clawing at her feet.

"Get back, Kitty," she heard Vincent say. His boots came thumping down the stairs. One of them shoved the boy down to the floor.

"No. No, no, no . . ." the boy cried just before Vincent slammed his dragon knives into his neck.

"Eew!" Katrina cried, watching the boy's head roll away from his body. "Couldn't you have done that a bit cleaner? Now look at all this blood I'll have to mop up."

Vincent bent over and kissed her deeply. "I'll do it. You rest." His hand traveled down to her abdomen, touching it gently.

She smiled and embraced him. "If I rest any more, there's going to be an imprint of my fat ass in every bed in Ambrose."

"Resting is good for the baby," he told her.

Katrina grinned and wrapped her fingers into his hair. "So is making the pregnant mama happy."

"How can I do that?" The smile on Vincent's face showed that he knew exactly how.

She tugged on a lock of his hair. "Surprise me."

His mouth came down on hers and he pulled her close. She moaned as his lips traveled down her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin in the place she liked to be bitten most. Vincent's hands snaked around her and he ran his fingers down her back, gripping her buttocks and pulling her tightly against him. His mouth found hers once more as he began tugging her back towards the worktable.

"I'm not hurting, am I?"

She smiled at him. "Not at all."

Vincent nuzzled her neck, leaving great bite marks down to her shoulder. She whimpered in his ear and bit his earlobe.

"The blood will stain," she whispered.

"That's all right with me," he murmured in her ear.

His strong arms came around her and set her up on the table. Vincent stood between her legs as she kissed him, tugging on locks of his hair. He ran his fingertips up her thighs and up underneath her shirt, brushing her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned against his mouth and wriggled as he helped her remove her panties.

"Will you still want me even if I get fat?" Katrina asked playfully.

He rubbed her round, hard belly and smiled as he leaned down to nibble her earlobe. "Even if you're a fat Anne of Cleves."

She giggled into his neck and gasped as his fingers slid down from her navel to her womanhood, stroking her most sensitive parts. Vincent's mouth found hers as he worked her trembling body, not stopping until he felt her cry out and shudder against him. Katrina lay back against the wood of the worktable, her chest heaving with fulfillment, and watched as he readied himself to enter her.

"I love you," she said, moaning as he began his rhythmic motions above her body.

When it was over, Vincent pulled the tired young woman into his arms and held her close.

"I have blood on my feet," Katrina whispered into his ear, making him chuckle.

"What a thing to say after . . ."

She giggled. "Mop up blood while makin' love, that's gonna be my new motto. But really, it's kinda gross. Let me wash my feet and I'll help you with that one."

Vincent brought a bucket of water over to her and helped her wash the blood off. "You don't need to do anything. Why don't you . . ."

"Rest?" She smirked and pushed herself off of the table. "I think not. Anyway, I can at least help you carry the head." Grinning, Katrina picked the young man's head off the ground, grasping a handful of dark hair. "He's kind of nerdy, isn't he?"

Vincent shrugged and walked over to grab the boy's ankles so he could drag him into the room. He didn't like when she scrutinized other males, but it wasn't as if the one he was dragging could be a threat.

"I bet his name is Dexter or something like that," Katrina mused as she laid the head down on the worktable. "Certainly nothing sexy, like Vincent."

He smiled at her and she grinned back.

"At the rate we go at it, babe," Katrina continued, "we're going to end up parents of an entire soccer team or something."

"I don't mind, so long as you're safe," Vincent replied as he began to stitch the boy's head back onto his body.

Katrina recognized the beginnings of genius, so she amused herself by watching the home video from the video camera Vincent had brought back the night before.

"Babe," she said after a while, "did you know there are others, besides the one you've already done and that girl? There's a blonde Barbie, a black guy, and another guy with really short hair."

Vincent looked up. "I saw them last night. The short haired one came with him," he said, pointing at the boy on the table. "So the other two are probably out at that camp." His brow furrowed in thought. "Bo's probably with the redhead right now, so he's not going anywhere soon. I'll have to go get the others."

"Bo and redheaded chicks . . . I don't see why you have to go. Wait 'til they come here looking for the others."

He smiled and touched her belly. "I don't want to risk them calling the authorities out here. I want them dead. But first, I'm going to take you up to our room. I want you to . . ."

"Rest, I know," Katrina sighed, taking his arm.