Bloody good time

March 15th


Los Angeles, California


Living in Los Angeles with Ashley is more fun than I thought it would be. My days have consisted of Starbucks(my new addiction), morning feedings with Jeremy, vegan restaurants, highly gluttonous foods from trucks parked outside shopping centers, and a copious amount of shopping. It's kinda like New York but any place with Ashley is automatically better than anywhere else.


I twirl around our new home, my heels click loudly on our bare wooden floors offering some sound to our still, unfortunately, empty house. Tokyo and Killer are still with Ashley's mother so not even their annoying yipping and yapping can add volume to this place as of now. Then add every bare wall, it's driving me absolutely mad. Those moving men are taking a dreadfully long time to deliver my items. I paid for them to arrive days ago, someone is getting drained.


Truth be told every individual piece of artwork, furniture, any accent piece, or random thing that I purchase for any home I have is specifically chosen to match the plan my mother always had for her dream home. Mother was extravagant at heart but that was something we could never afford. Father worked endlessly and got no where. He was a weak man and mother was as strong as could be. She did birth 7 children, including me. Every single one of them healthy and well.... until I ate them but that's besides the point. Every place I have owned was in my mother's image. Only one component was never accomplished. Only one thing that I could never bring into my home.


Children.


Being the undead doesn't exactly make extra fertile and ready to pop out a baby. I don't menstruate so I'm pretty positive my eggs have gone rotten by now. The vampire species was created by Satan, we are demonic creatures. That's why holy water burns like a motherfucker. So, thinking about it, if I ever did become pregnant, my offspring would be evil. It wouldn't learn human emotion, it would only kill and kill and kill. It would kill me as I give birth to it. Nothing good will ever come out of me. That's a harsh truth. I want to make a child with someone I hold dear, who loves me even being aware that I'm not alive, and wants to have this family with me but I am cursed to watch all who I love grow old and die without me. That would mean my children if I could have any.


I soon feel Ashely's tight embrace wrap tight behind me. "You're thinking out loud again," he whispers, resting his chin on my shoulder "I'm so sorry, Ann."


"Why are you sorry? You're not the Devil's creation," I respond matching his volume, "It's not your fault I can't produce children. Granted it's not mine either but I do wish I could. I've heard your thoughts, you want them too."


"Why not at least try though?" Ashley optimistically questions, "If nothing works at least we tried."


I turn around to face him and wrap my arms around his neck. "I don't think you know what that would get you into."


"I'm willing to do it for you, Ann. I love you and I want you to have everything you ever wanted," He kisses me, holding the kiss till he needed to draw breathe, "including that baby."


It felt like my still heart could suddenly flutter and race. This is the closest I've ever gotten to feeling alive again. Then coming to the realization of what the consequences could be. It could equal up to the death of everyone I care for.


"Let's try. Right now," Ashley excitedly suggests, "I already have a boner, lets put it to good use."


I shake my head and push myself away from him, "No. We can't. You have no idea what you're dealing with here. No idea. None what so ever."


"Babe, please. You know you want this. Please let me be the person to give it to you," Ashley pleas.


"No!" I roar, cutting off Ashley from speaking further, "I'm not taking the chance and losing everyone I love! I'm not going to be alone again! I refuse to be alone!"


"I want to be a father! I want you to be the mother of my children!" He shouts in retaliation, "I want to marry you! Have kids with you! For Christ's sake, Ann, I'm so fucking in love with you that the idea of you with anyone else makes me physically sick to my stomach! I'm willing to let you turn me so we can always be together!" His speech lowered, "Never growing old. Never dying. Robbing old broads and perverts blind. Enjoying a warm cup of coffee over the dead bodies of our enemies. I want that life for us, Ann."


I can't help but cackle at the idea I drink coffee over my dead enemies, "You are ridiculous! I don't drink coffee! I drink vodka!"


"Whatever, smartass," Ashley chuckles rolling his eyes to me, "But you know what I want for us."


I sigh and smile from his constant joking about standing over our victims with a bottle of milk in one hand and a baby with a bloody face in the other. He started shouting "Baby vampire! Baby vampire!" We I find absolutely hilarious. He made baby sounds while making false fangs with his index fingers. My cackling and his stereotypical vampire noises filled the home.


"Okay! Okay! We can try for the baby!" I finally cave, laughing through the pain in my stomach.


Ashley stops with his jokes then with a squeal, he scoops me up into his arms and twirls me around. "You mean it?! Do you really mean it!?" He asks like an excited child, almost jumping like a little bean. It's adorable to see a grown man act like this.

Before I can finish nodding my head, Ashley rushes us both to our bedroom. I'm rested on the bed and quickly straddled. He presses his lips to my jaw line then going down the length of my neck and to my collar bone. His hands moved gently and slowly around my body, carrassing each curve sensually causing my body to almost quiver. No one has made me feel like this since James.


A different kind of panic rushed over me, I was feeling a new sensation. I haven't felt something this beautiful in almost 100 years. Ashley is most definitely not my first but he is surely the only one who I didn't plan on robbing and killing. I was actually going to make love with someone who loves me, even being a vampire. It's scary. It feels like I'm losing my virginity all over again.


Ashley rises from my neck and looks to me concerned, "Ann? Am I doing something wrong? You tensed up." He removes himself from his straddled position. "Do you not want to do this? I'm fine if you don't. Don't let me force you into something you don't want."


I scoff and sit up, "You couldn't force me to do anything even if you wanted to," he chuckles and rolls his eyes, establishing he knows that. I was a little apprehensive to admit the fact I was scared. I let out a long sigh then confess, "I'm nervous. Ashley, you make me feel alive, as weird as that sounds considering I haven't been alive in a century but you know what I mean."


Ashley shined me a tender smile with a slight chuckle, "You're adorable. Come here," he holds his arms open to me, "Give daddy some sugar." He pucker his lips and makes kissing sound.


I sit myself in his lap and find reassurance in his embrace. Feeling light kisses on my scalp easily put my mind at rest. Ashley goes on to running his fingers through my hair and twirling it, humming a tune that resembled something from Les Miserables. I've read all the books camping out in France and seen all the plays created in it's name.


"Hey, lets wait to try. Maybe till you're a little more," he pauses to find the proper phrase, "Ready, I guess is the word. It can wait."


"It would be better that way," I sigh as I stand from his lap. I slip out of my dress and go search in the walk-in closet for more comfortable attire.


"Maybe we can adopt?" Ashley suggests from the door frame. I pause from my search and send him a questioning look. "I mean, us together make bank. How can an orphanage say no to rich people? We have at least five rooms in this house and we can pick any kid out we want. Maybe even more if you'd like."


"My last legal document was from Ellis Island in 1905. Do I look 110 to you? The government is all over that shit, babe."


"We can get fake papers for you. I know a guy who does amazing work with social security cards and birth certificates. He mostly makes things for illegal immigrants but he'll definitely make something for you," He continues to push the idea, listing all things we could do to work around it. Including stealing a child.


"You want to steal a child from an orphanage?" I can't help but use that 'Are you a fucking idiot?' Tone of voice.


"Why the fuck not? Use your mind control powers on the men there and take the kid. It could work and you know it," He gives me this face he knows that I can't say no to. A puckered out bottom lip with widened eyes and an additional baby voiced, "Please."


I groan loudly and make noises to whales dying before finally agreeing, "Fine! We will kidnap a child! We'll go to the orphanages tomorrow and look over the children!"


I'm immediately bear hugged, spun around, and kissed all over my face repeatedly while Ashley yelled thank you over and over in my ear. He sets me down, I instruct him to go get my credit card so he can go purchase furniture and toys for the upcoming child. He quickly does as I command and runs out the house, not before placing a wet kiss on my cheek.


I swear that boy is a child on the inside and just wants a playmate, he's so excited for that kid. I dress myself in a large t-shirt, stolen from Ashley's side of the closet, unable to stop smiling at the thought of having a child around here. Also feeling a tad guilty at the concept of having to steal the child, just a smidge.


Thoughts start flooding in of all the things that could bad with this child heist. How are we going to cover up just the random disappearance of a child? We could write up a fake death certificate, claiming they were murdered and scattered in a shit ton of pieces, explaining the reason for no body. Or fill out the paperwork with random information. Perhaps just wipe out any memory of them from all the children and care givers?


I swat away all the complications, I'll most likely just wing it. Someone will probably die but hey, they were gonna die anyway. I just fill my mind with the details of the child I'd love. Pale, like me. Black hair to match Ashley's. Preferably green eyes so people don't question if they're mine or not. I'd love to have a girl but if a boy fills my specifications more that'd be okay as well. Even if there aren't any that fill those criterias, I'd still be happy will any of the children. They'd be mine.

Notes

Hey guys. Excuse my lazy as shit updating schedule. With school at shit I fuck up. But here ya go