Dangerous Meetings, part three
After I’d seen to Tara, untied her and wrapped her up in a blanket, I had a bit of a kip and then went into the bathroom and had a nice long, hot shower while I was waiting for Tara to rise. It’d been a long time since I’d sired anyone more important than a minion, a really long time and I was excited, yeah, and a bit nervous too.
Thing was see, I might not have thought the whole thing through before I did it. I mean, this bird, when she woke up, was going to be mine. My Childe. And I’d be her Sire…that meant it wouldn’t be as easy to get rid of her as it was to get rid of Harmony, and when Dru came back, well, what the bloody hell was I going to do with her?
‘Course, that was if she wanted to stay with me at all…I’d never sired anyone who didn’t want it…’cept for bloody minions and they don’t count. What if she hated me?
It was pissing me off, this mixture between caring and wanting her, and worrying about whether I’d wanted her enough to have turned her. I shouldn’t have bloody done it, not without at least torturing her for a few days first, give us time to get to know each other.
Bloody impulsive though, that was me.
Getting out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried myself, all the while thinking about Tara. My thought’s ranged from what I was going to do with her when Dru came back to what fun we could have in the mean time, to whether Tara’d actually want to stay…and whether Dru’d ever be back.
That was where I stopped thinking though. Of course she’d be back…
“Bugger this,” I grumbled, opening the bathroom door and walking over to the bed. I looked down at Tara, god she was a pretty little thing. That’s it, all this fretting was bloody pointless, things would play out the way they played out, best just to live in the bloody now and get on with things.
I sat down on the bed and stroked her cooling skin, down over her cheek and over her breast, over her belly and down the inside of one of her thighs. This was going to be fun, no point ruining it with fretting about things I couldn’t change.
Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was almost three o’clock in the afternoon. Thankfully the sun would be down soon, and I could take Tara out hunting. She’d rise soon, she’d been sleeping since late morning, and that meant she’d be hungry.
“Nothing to do now, but wait,” I murmured, getting up and sitting down in the chair across the room.
Thing was see, I might not have thought the whole thing through before I did it. I mean, this bird, when she woke up, was going to be mine. My Childe. And I’d be her Sire…that meant it wouldn’t be as easy to get rid of her as it was to get rid of Harmony, and when Dru came back, well, what the bloody hell was I going to do with her?
‘Course, that was if she wanted to stay with me at all…I’d never sired anyone who didn’t want it…’cept for bloody minions and they don’t count. What if she hated me?
It was pissing me off, this mixture between caring and wanting her, and worrying about whether I’d wanted her enough to have turned her. I shouldn’t have bloody done it, not without at least torturing her for a few days first, give us time to get to know each other.
Bloody impulsive though, that was me.
Getting out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried myself, all the while thinking about Tara. My thought’s ranged from what I was going to do with her when Dru came back to what fun we could have in the mean time, to whether Tara’d actually want to stay…and whether Dru’d ever be back.
That was where I stopped thinking though. Of course she’d be back…
“Bugger this,” I grumbled, opening the bathroom door and walking over to the bed. I looked down at Tara, god she was a pretty little thing. That’s it, all this fretting was bloody pointless, things would play out the way they played out, best just to live in the bloody now and get on with things.
I sat down on the bed and stroked her cooling skin, down over her cheek and over her breast, over her belly and down the inside of one of her thighs. This was going to be fun, no point ruining it with fretting about things I couldn’t change.
Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was almost three o’clock in the afternoon. Thankfully the sun would be down soon, and I could take Tara out hunting. She’d rise soon, she’d been sleeping since late morning, and that meant she’d be hungry.
“Nothing to do now, but wait,” I murmured, getting up and sitting down in the chair across the room.