I have to change the rating on this one… Swearing and slight Sexual themes
Rating: T…I hope…
I never said I hated my daughter. She was just…unexpected. Not unwanted. Unexpected.
I loved her mother strongly. With a deep, loving passion. Actually, know that I realize it, her mother is the first person I actually loved. Like ever. Unlike most of the women I have been with, I wasn't trying to get in her pants the first day I met her. After the third date, though…and a few drinks…it kinda happened…
I didn't even know she could get pregnant! But, of course, she did. And, of course, I was first to blame. See, that's why I don't fuck around virgins…Or, virgins that know red clad mega-vampires…
She was standing next to her mother, holding a handgun with perfect aim. SHE WAS SEVEN FOR GOD'S SAKE! But, of course, when living this estate, everyone grows up too quickly.
" Pascale, just concentrate on the target. Nothing else." Her mother educated, taking two steps back.
Never Stand anywhere near Pascale when she has a loaded weapon. I lost three good men that way.
The girl aimed, but missed. Instead, she shot through a window of the manor, hitting something in the room behind it.
I know she isn't full human, but with just the handgun, how did she hit the manor from a mile away?!
Pascale and her mother ran to the window, making me catch up with them.
Stood behind the two, and looked inside.
The loyal Hellsing butler stood there with a destroyed feather-duster in his hand, quite confused.
" Sorry!" her mother called.
" It's alright. Just spooked me it bit. Did you do that, Miss. Pascale?" the butler came to the window, and questioned Pascale playfully.
" Sorry, sir…bad aim…" Pascale laughed nervously.
" Don't worry, my dear, you'll get it. You still have years to come. And, you have wonderful teachers, especially your parents." he winked at her.
" Your quite correct, sir." Pascale winked back.
Her eyes were a deep blue, but when she got angry, they turned a hellish shade of red. An obvious feature from her mother.
She looked mostly like her mother (I was just hoping she wouldn't have a chest like hers, her high school years would be a mess…), but her hair…Her hair was interesting… Mostly my apple blonde, but her highlights were blonde and black.
Clearly, neither of us had black hair. I'm doubting something here… something very slight and important…Eh, I'll figure it out later.
" Miss. Pascale would you like a piece of apple pie? I have one in the oven…"
" YES!" Pascale smiled, running towards the entrance of the manor, with her mother trailing behind.
The butler smiled at me.
"What?" I asked.
" I have a nice bottle of brandy, perhaps you would like a glass or two after?"
Hmm, that old man did have good taste in alcohol…
Sorry! Wicked short! Tired as heck!
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