Chapter nine

Mackenzie

I was staring down at the woman who is not only my grandmother, but the witch who could make it possible Anita spends eternity with me. It's been five minutes since I asked if she'd help and I haven't gotten an answer.

I shake my head in disappointment and walk to the kitchen. I started making up my mother's soup for Anita knowing it helped with her nausea last night. I've been making this soup for three hundred years that I could do it blind.

I was so caught up in making the soup that I didn't realize my mother was working alongside me. "I see you still make my soup," she says with a smile.

"It was all I had to keep you with me all these years," I choke quietly. "I continued all of your recipes as you made them three hundred years ago. Your soup helped Anita's nausea last night."

"My lullaby works on her too, she's asleep," she says in a soothing whisper, wiping my eyes. "Go lay with her darling, I'll finish the soup."

"Victoria won't answer me about Anita. I've been alone for three hundred years, I don't want to be alone anymore," I choke between sobs and she takes me in her arms.

God it felt good to be in them again after all these years. I instantly felt calm and shutter a calming breath. "Your grandfather will talk to her sweetheart. Get in there by the mother of my grandchild," she says with a light smile.

I leave the kitchen, ignore my grandparents calling out to me and walk in by Anita. She was sleeping peacefully and I lay behind her with my arm around her. She hums in content and leans her body against me. I slip my hand under her shirt and caress her stomach. Tears fill my eyes at the thought of not having her with me when her time on earth runs out.

I feel the tears roll down my cheeks and hide my face in her hair. She was the first in three hundred years to show me how to feel again. She helped me relearn to control my bloodlust when the vampire population dwindled to nearly nothing. She's been putting together the broken pieces and they're just going to shatter again if I lose her.

Anger boils inside me and I walk back out to Victoria. I feel myself shift as angry tears roll down my cheeks. "Listen to me carefully," I say angrily, pointing towards Anita's room. "In that room is the first person in three hundred years to show me what it means to feel again. In case you forgot, I've lived three hundred years alone.

"This woman bares my child and if you think for one bloody second I'll live the rest of my life without her, you're wrong. You'll do the bloody spell or I swear you'll be the first witch's blood I taste. I don't care if you're blood or not. Now, will you do it or not," I ask towering over her.

"Mackenzie," Anita chokes quietly and I look at her. She shakes her head as tears roll down her cheeks. "I don't want the spell, not like this."

"Right, so I'll just live alone again," I choke quietly and nod as tears roll down my cheeks. "I should go, before I say or do something I can't take back."

"Mackenzie...," I hear her call out as I walk out the front door.

I walk home as tears roll down my cheeks. Thankfully it was just a few streets away. I thought Anita would understand how much I needed her. I thought she needed me as much as I needed her, but I guess I was wrong.

I walk in my house and lock the door. I walk into my room and curl up in my bed. Who would have thought that my family would return and my girlfriend would change her mind about the spell? Maybe I am meant to spend my life alone. What was I thinking when I fell for the first person to not show fear from the sight of me?

Maybe I am just a monster like the villagers said three hundred years ago when I killed the Vampire King. I'm the monster who kills monsters and that's all I'll ever be.

My phone was ringing, but ignore it. I turn it off and feel my emotions shut down like they did when I watched my mother die, or so I thought. She was hiding all these years, living as the vile creatures I swore to kill to avenge her death.

I woke to someone climbing in my bed, but it was impossible because I recall locking the front door. I look over my shoulder and saw the one person who built me up just to tear me back down. I turn away from her and she hugs at my back.

"I didn't mean it how it sounded Mackenzie, I'm sorry," she chokes in a whisper.

I shrug. "Yeah, well it's how I took it," I say in an emotionless tone. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to Anita. I'll just go back to how things used to be. Maybe you should do the same. I'll protect you from a distance for the baby's sake, but I think we need time apart."

"Mackenzie, please don't do this," she pleads in a choked whisper.

"You said you didn't want the spell," I say quietly, shrugging her off me.

"I didn't mean it like that. I do want the spell, just not in the way you were going about it," she says in a wavering whisper as her voice cracks at the end.

"I didn't want to be alone Anita and she wasn't going to do it. What was I supposed to do? Wait while you grow old until we find a witch who will," I ask in a choked whisper sitting up to look at her as tears roll down my cheeks. "I've been alone my entire life and I'll continue to be alone. She's not going to do the spell and you won't let me get her to do it.

"I can't live a lifetime with you, waiting around for the hands of time to take you away from me. Might as well walk away now before I end up hurt more than I already am," I choke quietly as I shift into my vampire form. I look away from her and say quietly, "I'll walk you home, but then I'm gone."

She lifts my chin, tears falling rapidly down her cheeks and chokes quietly, "Then I'd be spending eternity alone."

"What," I ask, not sure I heard her correctly.

"She did the spell, after you left. I begged her to, that I couldn't live without the only person who ever showed me what love is supposed to feel like. Then she transported me here," she chokes with a trembling smile.

Anita

I turn to the woman Mackenzie threatened, tears rapidly rolling down my cheeks. Her face looked hard as stone, like nothing Mackenzie just said mattered to her. Then I realize it wasn't Mackenzie who needed to do the convincing, it was me.

"You just made the one person who has ever showed me love, walk away. I didn't find my parents until after I met Mackenzie. I grew up abused in every possible way. The night I met Mackenzie I was ready to let those vampires sink their fangs in me, just to end my miserable life," I choke in a whisper. "Mackenzie gave me a new view on life, a life worth living, but now I just lost her because I didn't want a forced spell. Now, even as I bare her child, my life isn't worth living if she's not in it. So if you're not going to do the spell, then get the hell out of my house."

I was emotional and didn't give a damn about what I said or what this woman could do to me. I wanted, no I needed Mackenzie. She just stood there with the same hardened look on her face and I let my emotions get the better of me.

"I'm begging you, please. Please let me do the spell. Please let me continue giving Mackenzie the love she missed, the love she needs. The kind of love family can't give. Please," I choke in a desperate whisper.

I sat down, my head spinning from the overwhelming emotions as my breaths grew shaky. Her facial expressions never changed and it was at this point no one was getting through to her. Defeated, I hid my face in my hands, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees as uncontrolled sobs escape my lips.

I hear chanting in a language I don't recognize. I look up at Victoria and her eyes were closed as she continues to chant. I saw a white glowing light surrounding me and let out a calming breath. I look down and saw I was levitating half a foot off the couch.

Moments later the glowing light fades as I lower back to the couch and Victoria looks at me with a light smile. "For a woman to pour her heart out about my granddaughter, you must be worthy enough to spend eternity with. For my granddaughter to threaten me shows just how much you mean to her," she says with a smile. "Close your eyes, I'm going to teleport you to her."

I show Mackenzie the mark left behind from the spell. It looked like a small tribal tattoo on the inside of my left wrist. She traces the mark and meets my eyes. She caresses my face and leans in to give me a passionate kiss. Our tears mingle between our pressed lips and I pull her to lay back on top of me.

I pull at her shirt and she breaks the kiss long enough to remove it. I run my hands up her torso and lace them around her neck, drawing her back down for a kiss. I feel her fangs in the middle of our kiss and knew she was just as emotional as I was.

She pulls my shirt over my head and unclasps my bra. Hers is soon to follow, along with the rest of our clothes. I could feel her hard member ready to enter me and reach between us to guide her in. The feeling of her thick, beastly shaft filling me to my end was magical.

She looks down at me as tears continue to roll down both our cheeks and says in a breathy whisper, "I love you Anita. I'm sorry I..."

I shake my head, not letting her finish. "I love you too, let's just leave it at that and start over. Please," I ask in a choked whisper as her hips glide in a passionate rhythm.

She nods vigorously and crashes her lips with mine. I wrap my legs around her waist and she takes the hint to move faster. I moan in her mouth as I rake my nails down her back. She lets out a pleasurable growl and pounds her hips against me. My back arches as an orgasm tears right through me and I shudder under her.

I woke the next morning after a night of endless love making. I was laying on Mackenzie's naked chest with her arms around me. Her heart beat rhythmically under my ear. I let my thumb sweep at her rhythm as her breathing told me she was still sleeping. I know we have eternity, but right now I don't want this moment to end.

I feel her stir under my head and sigh quietly. I look up at her and she gives me a sleepy smile. "Good morning love," she says in a husky whisper, her British accent at it's strongest.

I smile lightly and say, "Good morning, our first for eternity."

"I can get used to that," she says with a smile. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Blueberry pancakes," I say quietly giving her a kiss.

"Wanna go out to eat," she asks tucking hair behind my ear.

Realization hits me when I never went to work last night. "Mr. Jones is going to be mad at me. I didn't go to work last night," I say in a panicked tone.

"Relax," she says in a soothing whisper and I let out a calming breath. "When you collapsed at work the other night he said you could take a few days off. I didn't tell him about the baby."

"Will you go with me tonight and help me tell him," I ask in a choked whisper.

"Of course, you don't have to ask. I'd do anything for you Anita," she says in a soothing whisper and takes me in her arms as tears roll down my cheeks. "I'll tell him if you want me to, okay?"

"I don't know what I would do without you Mackenzie Kingsley. Thank you," I choke quietly and let out a calming breath.

Later that night, Mackenzie and I walked into the restaurant and hour before my shift. She held my hand as we walked to Mr. Jones office. He was going through paperwork and looks up as Mackenzie closes the door." Anita, how are you? We missed you last night," he says with concern.

"That's why we're here," Mackenzie says quietly and he looks at her. "The reason Anita passed out the other night is because she's pregnant. I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure if she was ready to tell you. Can you please take it easy on her?"

"Congratulations," he says with a genuine smile and looks at me. "Do you still want to take a few days?"

I let out a relieved breath and it was enough of an answer for him. "Take however long you need," he says with understanding.

"Thank you, she's been a little emotional since she realized she missed her shift last night," Mackenzie says in a soothing tone, rubbing my back in comfort.