All Chapters of Vickie: Dr. by day. Vampire Medic by night (Book 4): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Megan took her job of finding just the right nanny seriously over the next few weeks.  I lost count of the number of interviewees who came and went until she finally settled on a young, British woman, named Cynthia Aimsworth.Twenty-four, beautiful, and full of life, Cynthia was trained and certified as a nanny in the United Kingdom before making her way to the United States.  She was a believer in the paranormal, but not fearful of it. Of course, we said nothing to her about the fact that her charge could become a vampire at any time, but Megan was certain that, if he did, it wouldn’t frighten Cynthia away.  Since that was a concern of mine, it was one of the first things that she assured me of.Although her primary duty would be to care for Joseph, Cynthia had a strong interest in the paranormal and magic. Again, this was a perk for a household such as ours.After checking and double-checking her references, Megan made the arrangements to

I had my face buried in the microscope when Megan entered the lab.“Was that necessary?” she asked as she stood next to me with her hands on her hips.“What would that be?” I asked without taking my eyes away from the scope.“Cynthia is talking about quitting,” she grumbled.“Now, that’s funny,” I chortled without taking my attention from my work.  “She’ll stay if Joseph turns into a vampire, but she’s threatening to quit because I made her watch me nurse him.”“We all have our little quirks and you know that she’s got a phobia about nakedness,” my friend snapped.I sat back and sighed. “I know.  I don’t know what got into me.” Then, with a shrug, I added, “Let her go if she feels she must.  It isn’t going to get any easier in this household.  I can assure you of that.  I can feel the monster

Jasper Malcolm Holmes became a vampire at the ripe age of thirty-four in the year eighteen-twenty-two. Unlike Mae, it took him almost a century to make peace with his fate.  That was why he wanted to talk to me in private.  Although he was fine with being a vampire, he completely understood the panic and regret that accompanied ninety-percent of the newly turned. “I knew Evan Ottenburg,” he said as he refilled our wine glasses while we dined on the promised vegetarian lasagna. He quickly scooped up a forkful and chewed it down. “This combination of eggplant and zucchini is wonderful.”“It’s Vicki’s recipe, but I made it,” Megan offered.He smiled, broadly, as he washed his bite down with pinot noir. “Then, my complements to you both.”“You said that you wanted to speak with me?” I impatiently said.“Please excuse my friend,” Megan apologized. “

Jasper arrived at seven the following evening.  I’d fretted over having sex with him over the course of the day to such an extent that Megan finally could take no more.  So, after helping me bathe and prepare myself as if it was my wedding night, she slipped a sedative into my chamomile tea and left me languidly lying, naked, between the sheets.I heard her confessing her actions to Jasper on the opposite side of the closed door of my bedroom.  He didn’t sound pleased as he entered the room. Megan came over to the bed and pulled the covers from my body to expose me.“Are you going to make me say the same thing to you that I have to pound into her head on a regular basis?” she impatiently asked. “This is a body.  It is not the real her.  Grant it, having sex with this body is bound to give you pleasure, but it’s still just a body and it’s still just sex.”In my foggy state, I co

Two weeks had passed since Jasper and I began having nightly sex.  I guessed that there was enough virus inside of me from him to override what had been placed by Evan or my wedding night rapist, but I said nothing.  I’d begun to enjoy and look forward to our little arrangement.  Not only was the sex fantastic, but, little by little, Jasper was behaving more like a lover and less like a service provider.  He even fell asleep twice until the wee hours of the morning.  I found that the attention I received from him – both physically and emotionally – was just enough to keep me satisfied as far as male companionship went. We’d also developed the habit of having a conversation before the sex began.  So, the more time we spent together, the more I grew to know and like him. I could easily continue our arrangement, indefinitely.I knew that the preventative would be arriving at any moment from his mystery researcher.  Once