Her Vampire Daddy

"And how long ago was that," I asked as if this were a normal conversation to be having, as if I could not feel his hunger. The air was thick with it and the fact that I was completely comfortable within his atmosphere was more unnerving than anything else.

"It was not the day you saw me..."

I sucked my teeth at that. "I believe I deserve a straight answer...as straight as you can muster. Threaten to give me the world, how about we start with that?" As annoyed as I might have been at the moment, he was just as amused at my response. His tongue came to lick his teeth as he chuckled, hand came to tug his ear.

"You must understand how little time means to someone as old as I am..."Nezrah raised his hand to my mouth, holding it shut to stop the question he saw on my lips. And I inexplicably smiled behind his grasp. "I can not give you an exact number but I can tell you that I have seen everything. And no I was not born this way," he said solemnly as he dropped his hand to my neck, feeling my pulse race no doubt. "As for you Ur..."

"Luana..."

"But you prefer the common derivative of your surname, Smitty," he said matter-of-factly, his eyes locked with mine, and I gasped. Not many knew that, or would guess it, but that was true. It was what people called my father before he died and my grandfather before him, and since I was an only child, I figured it would be fine for me to continue the legacy. Much to my mother's chagrin. "Either way it pleases me much that you found the need to tell me your name." With that his unsoiled fingers came back to my lips, as I had thought he had gotten sidetracked, before he continued. "But as for when I saw you first, I can not give an exact time only hints that you could mark for yourself. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes."

"Well you were still smoking tobacco..."

"Okay that was at least two years ago," I said, easily, not ignoring the tentative step he took towards me.

"And you had yet to move to this cozy subterranean dwelling..."

"So that's at least five...my goodness since college," I said flabbergasted and he shrugged.

"As I said time means little to me," was his smirking reply. "And for someone as precious as you I would wait an eternity..."

"Well five years is close," I said as I moved around him to get back to the bath to let the water out, all the while my thighs getting slick with menses. And I was strangely unembarrassed by the attention he paid to my hindquarters as I moved around the bathroom. "So what changed, I mean up until a few months ago you had never let me see you."

"You were not yet ready to receive me," was all he said but there was so much more to it than that and I felt it as I felt his anguish at the maxi-pad protected panties I pulled on.

"Again I ask, what..." but the answer came to me on its own accord. I was alone now, truly alone. The orphaned adult child of two other only children whose own parents were gone as well. My line ended with me and the realization hadn't occurred to me until my mother's passing some 10 months ago. We hadn't been close she and I, I was my father's child, but her furtive presence in my life had meant so much to me. After her funeral I stayed in my apartment for a week or so, when I finally ventured outside I saw Nezrah. He was reading the newspaper on the bus bench across the street from the café, only now did I remember. Nezrah took me into his arms then, and only when my face touched his cool flesh did I feel the warmth of my tears. He held me to his chest as I cried silently, his large hands rubbing my head and the small of my back. It was a quick burst of emotion and I pushed through it with a chuckle. "This is killing you isn't it...well not exactly killing, but you get what I'm saying...having me this close," I said pushing myself off him and he looked at me with furrowed brows. "Having me this close, naked no less, and during the most enticing time for someone like you."

"That has very little to do with my...predicament," came with an almost impish giggle, my eyes had inadvertently drifted to his very impressive erection. "Though my desire for you is of a carnal kind..."

"Oh I noticed," I said as I tossed a towel at him, which he quickly wrapped low around his waist. I slipped on my robe and he followed me out to the living room. Together we blew out candles and he gave me a vague synopsis of his life before.

Long story short, the family farm got raided by a traveling band of nightwalkers but he got one and was bitten in the process. Initially he hadn't realized, being the family warrior Nezrah believed himself chasing the raiding party down to avenge his family. And so he did. One by one he snatched them and feed his growing hunger, by the time he was done Nezrah had feasted on four of what he called "ancients". But all this he learned later, during what he called his wandering years, which he assured me did not include any murder or pillaging. According to him he feed on animals until civilization introduced him to more of his own kind. But still he drifted, mostly alone, and in so doing avoiding the intrigue of the vampire court. The longer he drifted the older he got, the more his power grew and eventually others of his kind took notice. He became a wanted man, and was hunted for some years before he decided enough was enough. With his fifth ancient consumed Nezrah had no choice but take his seat.

"So a reluctant king," I said as I climbed in bed, pulling the blankets all the way back, silently inviting him in with me. An invitation he declined, instead he pulled his chair to my bedside and sat.

"Not a king for there is no supreme ruler, but the reluctant head of a house," was his almost solemn correction, though he smiled at me but I think that was simply because I touched him. My fingers slowly traced his thigh where the towel had fallen away as I rolled to face him.

"And how does this house feel of your interest in a human for something other than a source of nourishment?"

He laughed at that before he said, "There was some uproar but most of the naysayers have been...weeded out, though I am sure there remain a few who do not possess the volition to defy me..."

"But they would surely harm me, if only for the satisfaction of taking something from you."

"I assure you Urbi that would not be," and with that he touched me, a soft caress of the side of my face. But his eyes gave away his passion with a fiery glare at the bulkiness between my thighs.

"Because you want to turn me?"

"I do," was his breathy response, his eyes still not meeting mine. I watched his lips curl slightly at the corners as I slowly undid the tie of my robe, exposing my pantied mound.

"But only if I want to give myself to you..."

"And you claim to misunderstand me," said Nezrah wryly as he took my hand from his thigh and kissed my palm. "I may not be a king but I wish you for my queen."

"And at the moment you wish to feed from between my thighs," I said and his eyes finally came back to mine. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me as he looked at me, well glared.

"You tease me, why?" He asked with a frown that seemed all too contrived and I laughed harder, smacking his thigh. "You know not how much resilience it takes for me not to hold you down and devour you." That cut my laugh off and whether he was flirting or threatening I couldn't tell but I could not deny how turned on I was at the moment with his hazel eyes piercing through me. So turned on that my next words shocked me almost as much as they shocked him.

"But what if that's what I want," I said softly, though even I heard the thickness in my voice, the passion it held. Nezrah heard it too, for in the blink of an eye he was on me. Powerful hands gripped my ankles and pulled me around. Then I heard the tearing of fabric as my legs were pushed back. All happened with in the span of a blink but when my eyes opened again Nezrah remained in his chair, though it too had moved. He gave me that predatory smirk again as his hands roughly massaged my thighs.

"Have I frightened you?"

"No, but I am concerned about what these sheets are gonna look like in the morning."

"I assure you Urbi there will be no mess," he said just before he gave me his first tentative lick. We moaned together though I'm sure for different reasons. I could feel the mild contractions of my womb as egg sac detached and moved down my fallopian tubes. "Can you sleep this way?" I vaguely heard him ask over my pants and through his slurps.

"If you want me to," I moaned and so did he.

"Good girl," he said with a light tap to my ass as he gently nibbled at my inner thigh. "I promise you Urbi this will be your shortest cycle."

I awoke the next morning with a start. Well it was a bit more than that. The second my eyes opened, I jumped up on the bed so fast I knocked my night stand over. A second after the crash, Nezrah appeared in my bedroom doorway, fully dressed with a concerned look on his face. His face turned to something else and I looked down at my still naked body. I yanked the blankets up over to cover myself.

"It is much too late for that Urbi..."

"For what? I thought you left me," I said before I could stop myself, or the tone of my last words. Sounded so desperate, almost whiny and it wasn't lost on him. I could feel the shiver my words sent through him but choose not to comment.

Instead he said, "For your modesty...and I will never leave you...not without your knowledge anyway."

"But you did."

"Did what?"

"Left me...last night...I felt you...go."

Another smile, this one broader with a tinge of smugness. "I had a bit of business that needed my attention." Something in the way he said it stopped my usual questioning of his vagueness. But he explained on his own. "And no it was not to feed, but occasionally my status might pull me away...until you have decided at least, then my business will be yours."

I had already decided but I didn't want to tell him that just yet. And I had only decided that I wanted him. Vampire or not, Nezrah had a hold on me I could not deny, and judging by how I awoke, I could not be without. I allowed myself to relax and I noticed how he did the same. He seemed to be on high alert, then the thought occurred to me that he felt my anxiety as I felt his.

"We're connected now aren't we...now that you..."

"That I have truly tasted you." There it was again, that glint in his eye. I saw it last night but was too taken to think on it then. It was the same way a lion looked at a gazelle before it pounced, but it wasn't my "fight or flight" reaction that was activated by his glare. That too he felt, it was in the way Nezrah's nostrils flared as I stepped down off the bed, leaving the sheet a rumpled mess at my feet. His jaw tightened as I moved towards him and he dropped his hands to his belt and tipped his head down, almost looking down his nose at me.

"But that's not what did it, is it?" I asked as I moved into his personal space, my hand reaching up to touch the pendant on his chest. "It was before the first time you let me see you, that night at the station?"

As my fingers grazed his chest, Nezrah drew in a deep breath. He looked away from me a moment then said, "I must confess to you Urbi...confession I should have made last night, but I had assumed you would asked and when you didn't I could not bring myself to tell." I started to turn away from him, my intentions to freshen up while he meandered to his point. "That was not the first time I've had the pleasure of your flavor." I was frozen in my tracks, partly from his words, but mostly because when I blinked he stood in front of me. He touched me then, a thumb to chin to bring my eyes to his. "I swear to you it was unintentional..."

"Tell me when you saw me first." I jerked my face back from his grasp and his shoulders slumped as I pulled on my robe. "No preamble, no foreword...I don't wanna hear none of that dancing bullshit you do."

"You wish me to be concise," he said with a smirk and my vision flashed red before I remembered he could eat me alive without anyone knowing. "As you said you were in college, at a questionable establishment..."

"You were there," I interjected snidely as I brushed my teeth and he rolled his eyes.

"My point, I and several other of my kind were in attendance. Not a safe place for one as enticing as you," he said with a raised eyebrow and I rolled my eyes. Nezrah laughed and continued. "At any rate, there was a fight between a few of yours and one of mine. You were not involved but glass from a shattered beer bottle somehow made its way into your palm, but you didn't realize at first..."

"My goodness, I remember that night...the last time I ever went to Devil May Care...Holy fuck that was you..."

"Who you open hand smacked for trying to see you out of harms way," he said with a smirk and I couldn't help but laugh as I climbed into the shower. "So you listened to me then? I told you never to go there..."

"Yeah and then shoved me out the front door..."

"Yes but I could have done worse," he said in a tone that sent a shiver down my spine. I heard him chuckle at my silence from the other side of the shower curtain then footfalls away from the bathroom.

He left me relatively alone to finish dressing and I found myself strangely uncomfortable with him being so far away. And by so far I mean about 50 ft, give or take a yard or two. I found myself rushing through the process that was me getting dressed. Usually it took me an hour or so from the time I picked an outfit, accessorized it, make my face, and then put it all together. But with the handsome dark skinned vampire sitting in my favorite chair I was done in 20 minutes.

"Comfy," I asked as I came around the back, my hand on his chest. I gasped when he grabbed my arm and brought my wrists to his lips, a shudder when his tongue came out and grazed the veins there. "Mmm heavens..."

"As close as I can get to it," he said after a soft kiss to my wrist, then my palm and knuckles before he let my wrists go. Despite my usual self I had no comeback to rebuke his sappy compliment. "Will you work today," he asked following me into the kitchen to watch me make breakfast.

"I love how you say that...will I work to today, as if I had a choice," I said with a laugh as I grabbed a very large bowl of Greek yogurt and popped some rye bread in the toaster.

"Well you do now," he said as he settled on to one of the stools at the breakfast counter.

"Well there's really only the one now right," I asked with a smirk as I licked my spoon. "And before I make that choice we have to have a serious talk about what I might be getting myself into...or out of for that matter."

"I am an open book to you Urbi. Whatever the query I will answer it honestly..."

"So where'd you go last night," I asked quickly, thinking that he would not answer since he hadn't earlier, but he chuckled and tugged his ear.

"They knew I was here, and assumed that I would be turning you..."

"Whose 'they'," I mumbled around a mouthful of my banana, peanut butter, and honey sandwich.

Nezrah smirked and reached to wipe a drip of honey and peanut butter swirl from my chin. "Naysayers," was all he said as he licked his thumb. I noted the flash that came to his eyes as he spat those two little words. They seemed as close to a curse as any four letter word I'd said in his presence. He looked at me then, his gaze so piercing I lost my train of thought and had to look away. But it seemed he found it for me. "We would both be at our weakest together then. Once you turn, you would need feed from me and..."

"Since you want me to be as strong as you, I'd have to..."

"Nearly drain me, and I would never risk such a thing here. If you choose to, it will be done somewhere safely guarded. That is if you choose to," he said and again he looked at me, but this time I held his gaze. "Next question."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, but I will make you as comfortable as possible...and yes I would like you to be of sober mind. For my own peace of mind." He laughed at the last and I started to take offence until I realized he was being a gentleman.

"And that's why you didn't try to get inside the other night, because I was drunk," I asked and he nodded. I found myself blushing at that but tried to cover it up with my next question. "So I'll still be able to go out in the day, because I swear I've seen you in the day time."

"Yes but you will have no desire to do so."

"So you're only out because of me," I asked and he nodded, again I blushed. "So is eating the same...food I mean?" Nezrah leaned forward and bit my sandwich, chewed and swallowed, then nodded.

We went back and forth like that until it was time for me to go to work, whole 4 hours later. I asked him question after question and he stayed true to his word answering one after another, not even speaking if the answer was simply yes or no. By the time we got to the café I had learned much about what life would be like with him, but there was one very specific question I had yet to ask and I think Nezrah knew it. I stood just outside the door my eyes trained on his mouth a few moments before I turned to go inside. He stopped me though before my hand got to the door, my face in his hand.

"You wish me kiss you," he said with his lips almost touching mine and I gasped as his tongue came out to graze my bottom lip. "Mmm Urbi I want nothing more than to ravage your supple mouth with mine but I fear that I would not be able control the animal within..." So I kissed him instead and was rewarded with the sexiest growl I had ever heard as my tongue pushed into his mouth. Nezrah stiffened suddenly and I pulled away from him just before he went all the way vamp on me. Another growl, this one from frustration, I could tell by how his hand went to the crotch of his jeans and pulled. "And now you wish me leave you here," he said and I smirked, turned and left him standing there.

I didn't want him to go but I couldn't tell him that yet, and I decided immediately that I wouldn't tell him of the anxiety I felt when I looked up and saw him not standing at the door, or how often my eyes drifted to the front windows hoping to see him waiting for me. My shift dragged without him and my coworker, Rhonda, noted my occasional distance stare. At some point in the night I made the decision that would change my life forever, but still I was not yet ready to tell him. He was all I could think of, and the idea of who he truly was, and how easily I had accepted his existence. I tried to sketch to occupy my time between entertaining the often ridiculous requests of my regular customers and the mundane tasks of running the café but nothing could distract me from my visions of him.

"Well I hope he's worth all those heavy sighs," the big bull dyke said to me just before she left for the night. "Or maybe it's a she," she added with a wink over her shoulder and I laughed. "A girl can dream right."

I had assumed he would return once night fell and when he didn't show I had hoped he would once I was alone but 15 minutes before closing he still hadn't comeback. A small feeling of dread crept up in my stomach, thinking maybe I had missed my chance. He had waited five years perhaps now he could wait no more and moved on to a new object of affection. Or maybe some of those "naysayers" had gotten to him and that thought only served to raise my anxiety level as I quickly mopped and locked up for the night. I looked up and down the street for him before I solemnly headed for the subway station, digging in my bag for my rail pass as I went. My eyes on the ground I didn't see him, though I felt his presence and smiled. The feeling didn't register for me to stop though and I crashed head first into the brick wall that was Nezrah's chest.