Page 73 of Slayer Mom
“I very clearly thought that I wanted him to kill me.”
Lock sighed heavily. “Well, he did, he just brought you back as a vampire after that.”
“I didn’t ask to be a vampire!”
“You’d rather be dead?” Wat asked, looking kind of hurt.
I fought against the rage that rippled through me, but I really wanted to destroy everything in that room, including my two precious sons. “You two need to leave. I’m not in a good place for company.”
“We’re not leaving,” Wat said with a nod at Lock, and he nodded his agreement.
“Then I’m going to rip both of you apart,” I snarled, struggling against the beast inside of me that raged and struggled against the bars of immortality that Hazen had put on me.
“It’s all right, boys,” Hazen said, putting a hand on Wat’s shoulder and smiling at Lock. “You both did well. She woke up very comfortably thanks to you two. I could feel her contentment as strong as I feel her current rage. She is very angry, very alive.” He smiled at me so tenderly, so sweetly, I couldn’t help but throw myself at him and try to rip him apart. He rolled with me, not resisting my attack until I was straddling him, holding his hands over his head, alone in the bedroom with no witnesses to watch me kill him.
“I’m very hard to kill,” he said apologetically, with another soft smile that was so infuriating. I bit those lips, ripping into them with fangs I had no idea how to control. His lips were not easy to rip apart, but I did taste his blood, and then I knew what that elixir of pleasure had been.
I pulled away from him abruptly, shocked by the taste of blood enough to interrupt the rage.
I stared at him, struggling to breathe, but my lungs weren’t working the same way they had when I was alive with a beating heart.
He caressed my cheek. “It’s always a difficult transition, but you’re doing beautifully. Most freshly turn rage for days, weeks, before they pause for anything.” He frowned slightly, because he wanted me to rage like a real vampire. He wanted me to unleash the monster and destroy until I was getting kicks out of torturing rabbits.
I pulled away from him and curled up, wrapping my arms around my knees while I stared at him. He was more than beautiful. He was life. He was the source of the blood I needed, the pleasure and happiness I craved.
“Get out.”
He stared at me. “I don’t think that you should be left alone.”
“You changed me! I chose to die for you, not become a monster. You took my love for you and twisted it into this…” I looked down at my clawed fingers. “Get out!”
“I would die for you. I would kill for you. I will not kill you. I won’t ever apologize for that. I’m not enough of a monster to destroy the only thing I’ve ever loved.”
“You did destroy me, her. Get out. Get OUT!” I screamed and put my head on my knees and stayed there, barely holding onto my rage. He stayed with me a few more moments, then with a heavy sigh, he went to the door.
“Call me when you want me, if you want anything. It’s going to get better, I promise.” He left me alone with that rage. He promised? Like he promised not to turn me? Liar! Betrayer! And he’d given me his blood.
A tapping on my window had me up as quickly as my reflexes allowed. I went carefully to the glass, beware of rabbits as I unlatched it and stepped back. It swung open and then Tom peered in, danglinghigh above a roiling ocean while a storm whipped around.
He crept soundlessly inside, wearing a pack and ropes harness as he stretched and cracked his back.
“The Grand Master’s storm keeps going. You are remarkably good at foiling him. Good for you. I’m here to kill you, if you’d like.”
I stared at him, shocked, and then grateful, and then confused. “You’d kill me?”
“Sure. You were a slayer. It’s important for slayers to stick to their beliefs. The trouble is that you married him as a human. He buried his monster for years for you, and you had kids, so it’s not a straightforward noble death. Not that you’re alive exactly, but your sons, they were born, and they would be damaged if you chose to die instead of stay with them.” He scratched his chin then shrugged. “Still, I’ll kill you if you’d like.”
I sighed and dropped onto the edge of the enormous bed. “I’m so angry.”
“Fresh vampires always are. It will fade.”
“How much of me is still me?”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
I nodded.
“Well,” he said, sitting next to me and crossing his leg over his knee. “The reason the Grand Master became human is because I gave you some of my slayer blood, so when he took yours, that’s what weakened his monster and brought out the dregs of his long sleeping humanity. He’s been messing with that blood, your blood, my blood, and his blood, and that’s the blood he fed you when you rose. That and the boys, who aren’t even proper vampires or humans, so you are going to be a weird vampire.”
