Chapter 64: Chapter Sixty-Four

"Damien, you can't be serious!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide in a mixture of surprise and horror. There's no way he would kill his own child, right? He went through all of this pain to turn himself human because he wanted a child so badly. Is it even possible that he could stand to kill that child if it didn't come out human?

"I am serious, Bast." He responded, sitting down next to me on the bed. He turned to face me, his blue eyes dark as a stormy ocean, his emotions locked deep within himself, showing me the same expression he showed the world. "If you are pregnant, which Divinity has already confirmed is the case, and that child comes out craving blood... It will be destroyed."

"Damien, it's our child! It's your child!" I exclaimed, standing to begin pacing back and forth. I refused to believe that he had the capacity to do something of this manner. The very thought brought tears to my eyes and a throbbing pain to my heart. All I ever wanted was a child, and now that I would be having one with the man I loved, he was threatening to destroy it. The absolute worst part isn't the threat, it's the knowledge of his ability to carry out the threat, that tore me apart inside.

"Let me explain, Bast," Damien said, holding his hand out to me. "Very well then," he said with a sigh when he saw I wouldn't sit. He stood and walked towards me, trapping me in his arms as he embraced me tightly. He held me like this for a few moments before he spoke again, whispering softly into my hair; "Do you understand the ramifications of bringing a child like that into the world? There are laws set in place about vampiric children for a reason, Bast. They cause more death and strife than a newly turned recreant and vampire combined. And if the child isn't born with blood-lust, what if it is born without a heartbeat? What if it's born in pain and suffers in its existence? Would you be so selfish as to force that child to live?"

I thought about what he said, and while my head knew what he was saying was true, my heart refused to contemplate the possibility. "Despite how the baby comes out, it will still be my baby. Our baby, Damien!"

Damien sighed again, shaking his head softly. "We shall see, Bastet," he said over his shoulder, as he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind himself.

When the door closed, it felt like floodgates opened inside me, drowning me in the pain and sorrow I was feeling. I laid down in the bed, hugging a pillow to my chest, sobbing silently.

I didn't remember falling asleep but woke up to Damien shaking me softly, whispering for me to wake up.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, wiping the sleep from my tear-stained eyes.

"A little after six, come eat dinner." He said before helping me stand, taking my hand as he led me to the dining room where he'd already had dinner waiting.

"Oh no, I slept through your last few hours of being human!" I exclaimed, hugging him tightly, burrowing my face in his chest. "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't apologize, kitten. There is nothing to be sorry for." He said, rubbing my back, then motioning for me to sit.

"How bad was it, turning back?"

"About as painful as the first time, and as painful as the second time was beginning to be before I drank the potion." He said with a wave of his hand as he watched me, then looked down at my plate. "Why aren't you eating?"

"Right," I said as I bowed my head and took a few bites. In reality, I wasn't hungry at all. I was still very upset about what Damien had told me earlier, and couldn't erase it from memory. The thought of him taking our newborn child, and killing him or her, just didn't sit right with me. The part that bothered me the most, was the knowledge that he had the ability to do something so heinous, for what he believed to be the best for the vampire race.

"If you think about it logically, it is the right thing to do." Damien said, making me realize he had been watching me closely the entire time, listening to my heartbeat, knowing exactly what I was thinking about.

"I can't think about it logically, Damien. I will be carrying that child for nine months, literally creating that life. She or he will be of my body, Damien. Don't you get that? You expect me to be okay with you killing the child that I carried and birthed, with no acknowledgment of what it is to me!" I said, dropping my fork on the plate, and pushing it away from me, refusing to behave as if I was hungry anymore.

"I do understand that, kitten. Do you think it's easy for me to consider such things when that child is of my own blood?" He growled lowly, leaning closer to me, his eyes turning an all too familiar shade of blood-red.

"You could at least act like it, Damien." I said softly, leaning back in my chair, trying to put space between us. "You literally brought yourself back to life to impregnate me, yet with a straight face, you promise to kill our child, just for having the audacity to be born different. The way our child is born is by no fault of their own, yet you're so quick to destroy a creature of your own creation?" I said, causing him to flinch slightly.

"Bast..." he started to say, but trailed off, clearly unsure of how to respond.

I sighed and got on my knees, sitting down between his legs, looking up into his eyes. "You are thinking as the vampire king, Damien. Try thinking about this as a father instead."

He put his hand on the back of my head, patting it softly as he considered what I said. A few moments later, he leaned back with a short nod. "You're right, my love. I've been looking at this from a vampire kings point of view, and not the way a father should be looking at this situation. When Divinity said the child could be born with fangs and a blood-lust, I could think of nothing but the amount of lives would be taken, having a child with no self-control."

"So, you won't do anything?" I asked slowly, biting my lip.

"No, my love. I will not bring any harm to our child, I should not have allowed my thoughts to be occupied by the opinions of others." He said, with a slight smile as he continued to pat my head softly, giving me the impression that he was seeing me as a child right now, and not his fiancé.

"Oh, thank you so much!" I exclaimed, jumping forward to wrap my arms around him, putting my face against his stomach.

"Will you please eat now? You are eating for two, my love." He said, leaning forward to pick me up, before setting me down on his lap. He pulled my plate to the edge of the table, then held the fork to my mouth, feeding me as if I was a child.

I ate the food he fed me, but turned in his lap to look at him, waiting until I finished chewing before I spoke. "Babe, how come you treat me like a child? I know that you're 230 plus years older than me, but do you have to act like I can't take care of myself?"

Damien cocked his head to the side slightly, squinting his eyes as he watched me, then started laughing so hard my entire body moved with the force of his laughter. "No offense, my love. But as a young teenage human, you are much like a child, when being compared to me. You're clumsy, prone to hurting yourself, you're emotional and curious, much like a child. I do not see you as a child, but I see you for what you are."

"And that is, what?" I asked, trying hard not to show how offended I was, but I knew I was failing. What he said really did offend me, but I also knew he was just being truthful, so I couldn't be upset with him. I never learned not to ask a question I couldn't handle the answer to.

"My fragile little kitten, of course." He responded with a sheepish grin, his eyes alive with amusement as he pulled me into a kiss.

"You're lucky I love you, old man." I said, narrowing my eyes as I stood and sat back in my chair, trying to make it seem like I was upset, but likely looking more like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Old man?" Damien exclaimed, raising an eyebrow in surprise as he watched me.

"Mhmm!" I mumbled with a nod, trying not to laugh as I ate, but Damien was not making that easy. The look on his face was one I'd never seen before. His eyes were widened slightly, showing his surprise. His lips pursed as he watched me, while his head was still titled slightly to the right, watching me intensely.

"Is that so, little girl?"

"It is." I said with a nod, then stuck out my tongue at him, before reaching to take another bite.

"I think you need to be taught some manners." He said standing and pulling my plate away, making me gasp out in shock. Before I had the chance to voice my outrage, he took my arm firmly and pulled me over his lap, pushing down my panties before he brought his bare hand down, spanking me with a soft firmness.

"Damien!" I cried out trying to stand, but couldn't as he held me down, and spanked me again. I felt a furious blush spreading throughout my face every time his hand made contact with my bare ass, but had no choice but to take what he was doing, as I couldn't escape or move without him allowing me to. I whimpered out as his hand made contact again, my derrière now turning raw from his punishment. I'd never been spanked before, and didn't understand why this turned some women on. It's more than slightly embarrasing, to say the least.

"Have you learned your lesson, little girl?" He asked me softly, setting me down so my back was against him, positioning me so my legs were on either side of his. I started to nod as a response, but as I did, he began to turn me, so I was across his lap again, threatening to spank me again.

"Yes!" I cried out softly when I noticed what he was going to do, not wanting to be spanked again.

"Good girl." He mumbled in approval, lifting me, so he could push his pants down, releasing his throbbing manhood. He pushed me panties the rest of the way down, and held my hips while he pressed his tip against my wetness, rocking back and forth slowly. Due to the potion Divinity had given me the day before, I was already ready to take him, the moment I felt his erection. I steadied myself against the table, and slowly lowered myself down, rocking myself back and forth to accommodate him. My efforts were met with a moan as he stood, putting his hand on my back, bending me down as he began thrusting; Hard and fast, making me cry out in pain.

"Damien, not so hard!" I whimpered out, putting my hand against his thigh as I moved myself forward, trying to lessen the force and depth in which he was thrusting.

"Yes, kitten." He groaned lowly in my ear, picking me up so I was kneeling on the table, slowly increasing his speed until I tapped his thigh again, telling him he was moving too roughly. He heeded my every whimper and flinch, making sure he didn't move too roughly until I was closer to orgasm, knowing that the closer I got; the harder and deeper I liked it. I couldn't believe how hard and fast I came yet again, surprised that the potion Divinity had given me, still hadn't worn off.

"Why don't you start the shower, babe? I'll be upstairs in a minute." I said, standing on the tips of my toes to kiss him. Once he went upstairs, I dressed and begin to walk towards the guest house, as the amount of time the potion had been affecting me, started to worry me. Should it really be affecting me for this long?

As I got closer to the guest house, I had an evergrowing sense of impending doom. Or rather, I felt like something bad had happened. By the time I was only a few hundred feet away, an all too familiar smell greeted me, telling me that something bad had indeed happened. By the time I got to the front door, I had a very good idea of what was waiting for me on the other side.

I bit my lip as I slowly reached towards the handle, and pulled it open. I looked in and saw Divinity laying on the ground, her throat ripped out, her eyes wide open but unseeing as she looked past me, at nothing.

The site was more gruesome and heinous than anything I had ever seen before, causing me freeze where I stood, unable to move or blink. I didn't know how to process what I'd seen, and much to my chagrin, couldn't move from where I stood. It felt like the longer I stood there, the more about the scene I noticed. She was still wearing the small silk shirt, with the small shorts. Her long beautiful hair was now knoted with her own blood. Her normally beautifully caramel skin, was a greenish white, showing she'd already been dead for hours. The way her throat was torn out, showed immense amounts of anger and hatred. She died slowly, and in a lot of pain.

Finally my body reacted to the horror as I quickly stepped back, and begin to turn around to run, but was greeted by the blood-red eyes of Damien who stood just behind me, watching me intensely.

The night surrounding us was pitch black, making his eyes stand out like a predator stalking it's prey. I could barely see anything other than his eyes, but I knew he could see everything around us perfectly.

"Why?" I whispered out, trying to swallow my fear, my heart pounding so loudly in my ears, it was all I could hear.

He slowly took a few steps towards me, unblinking as he trapped me against the wall of the house, pressing his body to mine. "I did say she'd be the first kill I made, did I not?" He said in a low growl, bending down so our faces were inches from each others. "You think me a liar, Bastet?"