Chapter three

Mackenzie

It's been a few weeks since I met Anita. We haven't gone further than kissing since that night. I'd patrol the streets while she worked her shifts and walk her home at night. Some nights I'd stay because she needed help sleeping after nights of tossing and turning with nightmares of the night she was raped. I feel bad for being the cause and started wearing compression shorts so she doesn't feel my bulge when we cuddle.

She noticed them when she walked in on me changing for bed. She stopped me from putting my night clothes on, wanting skin to skin contact while she slept. I'd wrap my arms around her as she snuggles up at my side with her head on my chest. I'd stroke her hair in silence as her breathing slowed down with her falling asleep.

I'd wake up to her playing with my hair, looking down at me with loving eyes. "Good morning," she murmurs quietly on her day off.

"Good morning," I say in a husky whisper from sleep.

Her eyebrows furrow in concern and says with worry, "You're looking a little pale. Are you feeling okay?"

"I haven't seen a vampire in a few days to drink their blood," I say quietly feeling a little weaker than a few days ago.

She exposes her neck and says softly, "Take some of mine."

"I've never fed on a human, I don't want to kill you," I say in a scared whisper, pushing at her shoulders.

She pricks the tip of her finger and blood pools at the small puncture. Tears well in my eyes as she brings her bleeding finger under my nose. I push aside the strong urges from nearly a week of no blood. I gingerly take her finger in my mouth and close my eyes to the sweet metallic liquid. I suck her finger until my saliva seals her small wound.

I open my eyes and she looks aroused. Her eyes shift down the length of my body and stops at my groin. I follow her gaze I realize I was pressing against my compression shorts. "I'm sorry," I say quietly, springing out of bed, knowing she's been uncomfortable the last few weeks.

"The color has returned to your face," she smiles seductively, biting her lip.

She backs me up against the wall and smirks. Her hot breath trickles down my neck as she reaches up to whisper in my ear, "Sucking my finger seemed to wake your beast."

I shudder against the wall and groan at the tight restraint of the compression shorts. I look at he through hooded eyes as she grasps my bulge. "I want you, please," she pleads against my lips.

"Are you sure? I don't want you uncomfortable with me," I ask with concern, caressing her face.

"You don't make me uncomfortable," she says with a genuine smile. "You make me feel special and I feel safe with you."

Without another word, I hoist her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I bring her to the bed and lay on top of her, between her legs. My bulge grinds against her cloth covered opening. She moans in my mouth, holding me in an extremely passionate kiss as her cell phone rings. She groans and I let her up to answer it.

I watch as shock falls upon her face and the phone slips from her grasp. I take the phone and the voice on the other end is calling out to her. "Hello," I say curious of what's going on.

"Where's Anita," an older woman asks with worry.

"She seems to be in a state of shock right now, may I ask what could be the cause," I ask with concern for the woman who's been clouding my thoughts.

"I'm her mother," the woman chokes, voice heavy with emotions. "I was forced to give her away by my father. The person who got me pregnant was an intersex woman and he called our child an abomination. I've been looking for her for years since his passing."

"How do I know you're telling the truth," I demand in a protective tone.

"Perhaps we could meet and do a DNA test. Please miss, I'd do anything to see my daughter," the woman chokes quietly and I could hear the truth in her words.

I meet eyes with Anita and she had this pleading look on her face. I set up a meeting, I hope all goes well for her and to make sure they do, I'm going with her. She lost her mood and I sigh, still pressing against my compression shorts, unable to soften.

I walk off to her bathroom and start a cold shower. I strip my clothes and step in the Arctic stream. I gasp at the unwanted cold water, but it's the only way for me to lose this strong of an arousal. Before the water could begin it's affect, it's turned off. I groan, opening my eyes to see Anita. Tears are streaming down her cheeks and I wipe them away.

"Will you distract me from that phone call, please," she pleads in a choked whisper and it was then I realized she was naked.

She's kissing me before I could register what she was asking of me. She leaps up, wrapping her legs around my waist, forcing me to steady our balance. I walk back to her bed and pick up where we left off before her phone rang. I break from the kiss to retrieve one of those packets she used last time, but she stops me. "I want to feel you, please," she begs and I'm hesitant. "I started taking birth control after that night."

She doesn't wait, she flips us over and sinks herself on my erection. My breathing hitches at how pleasurable she felt without that barrier between us. Her hips move in a sensational rhythm and my eyes roll as my orgasm builds faster than I can control. I could feel myself ready to release and try to lift her off me, not quite trusting birth control. She pains my hands above my head, riding me like her life depends on it and I meet her eyes.

Tears fill her eyes, pleading with me. I flip us, pinning her hands a over and continue her rhythm. Relief fills her eyes and I lean down to kiss her passionately. Her was starts squeezing around me and a few more thrusts sends us both over the edge together. I slowly pump my hips to let us both ride out our high.

Our breaths were heavy as I look down at her, still inside her. Her phone rings again, ruining our moment and I climb off her. She answers it and looks at the time. "No, no we're still coming, just got sidetracked," she says hanging up before the other woman could respond. "We're late."

Anita

I'm nervous. The sex was a good distraction until my phone rang. Mackenzie and I share a quick shower and head over to the cafe across from the restaurant I work at. I'm glad Mackenzie came with me because I don't trust this woman. Can you blame me? Look how I grew up and how I get treated as a sex object by men. Now Mackenzie on the other hand, she worships my body like a temple. She didn't even want to release inside me, but I wanted her to, needed her to.

We walk in the cafe and she takes my shaky hand. I spot the woman who claims she's my mother in the back of the dining area. She's not alone. There seems to be another woman with her, but she has this masculine vibe like Mackenzie. Is that my father? I immediately recognize their traits from my own, but a test will further prove the truth.

They both stand when they notice us walking towards them and try to take me in a hug. I grip Mackenzie's hand and she steps in front of me, never letting go. The couple look down, eyes filled with sadness. "You're friend seems protective of you, Anita," the older woman says quietly with a light smile.

"She's the first to make me feel safe," I say quietly as Mackenzie pulls out a chair for me. I smile shyly at her and say with a light smile, "Thank you."

"Such a gentlewoman too," the other woman says with a smile.

"My mother raised me to respect a lady, not treat her like trash," Mackenzie says quietly, holding my hand under the table.

"Your mother is a wise woman," the first woman says with a smile.

"She was," Mackenzie chokes quietly and I glance at her.

Tears are ready to fall and I squeeze her hand. "Start explaining the reason we're here," I say in a bored tone and Mackenzie lets out a silent breath of relief.

"When my father found out I was pregnant with you, he was furious. He was against abortion and forced me to put you in the orphanage or he'd kill you," the woman chokes quietly, holding eye contact and the other woman wraps an arm around her shoulders. "We  wanted so badly to keep you Anita, but your life meant more to us than having to visit a gravesite."

Silence fills the table at the sincerity of her words. She turns her face in the other woman's chest as uncontrolled sobs spill from her lips. "You're mother and I have been looking for you twenty years. Your grandfather transferred you to a different orphanage before he died and left no track record. You would have been seven when we started looking for you, your birthday is in December, just before Christmas," the second woman chokes with a light smile.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I listen to their story. "I was wondering why I left such a nice place and brought to hell on earth," I choke quietly and Mackenzie pulls me in her arms, knowing what happened to me.

"You're safe as long as I'm here Anita, I promise you that," she whispers in my ear and I shutter a calming breath. "Why don't we all have some relaxing tea and when the three of you calm down, we can do the DNA test?"

An hour later we were sitting in a office waiting for the results. Mackenzie stood in the back of the room as blood was drawn. I wanted both types of tests done, blood and saliva. I forgot about Mackenzie having a lack of blood intake this week and watched her fight to keep control of the urge to feed.

"Blood makes you squeamish sweetie," the nurse asks in sympathy for Mackenzie sweating as she keeps her control.

"You can say that," she says in a forced whisper, closing her eyes to focus on breathing.

I walk over and caress her face in my hands. She flinches under my touch, but calms as her eyes meet mine. I place a gentle kiss to her lips and she breathes a sigh of relief. "No more blood," I say quietly and she nods gingerly.

"Are you two a couple," the first woman asks with a light smile.

Mackenzie and I look away, blushing. "We haven't talked about what we are, it's complicated," Mackenzie says quietly, glancing at me.

"What's complicated about asking to start a relationship," the second woman asks confused, curious.

"You wouldn't understand," Mackenzie chokes quietly as tears fill her eyes and sits against the wall in the corner of the room.

I can't imagine how she must be feeling right now. We've connected on an intimate level, she's immortal and I'm human. Before I can say anything to her the door to the office opens and the doctor walks in with an  envelope. My breaths still as I wait for it to be opened and reveal the truth. Having not heard what was said, but didn't need to as I was enveloped between the two older women. I stood there, stunned of what to say or do.

Mackenzie's hands on my face grounds me as I realize I'm on the brink of hyperventilating. Her lips claim mine as butterflies erupt in my stomach and fireworks go off behind my eyes. My breaths regulate and bring my arms around her neck. Mackenzie breaks from the kiss and I'm left in a daze, looking in her eyes. "Are you two coming," my mother asks with a light laugh and we turn to look at her.

"Yes ma'am," Mackenzie says quietly taking my hand as we follow them out of the office.

The sun had set while we were inside and waiting at the edge of the parking lot, where my parents car is, were vampires. I look at Mackenzie and she has this killer look in her eyes. My parents hold each other, trying to pull both of us to them. Mackenzie faces us in vampire form and my parents gasp in fear. "Stay here," she says in a protective whisper and kisses my forehead before using vampire speed to take out the small group.

My parents look at me with wide eyes, questioning without words if they saw right. Mackenzie comes back with her face covered in blood with relief in her vampire eyes. "I'm feeling much better," she says switching back, cleaning her face with a cloth. She turns to my surprised parents and smiles bashfully. "I'm the Dhampir in case you're struggling to figure that out. I only drink vampire blood and eat regular food when I can't get it."

"It's an honor to meet you," my parents say bowing their heads to her.

"Now you understand why it's complicated to think about a relationship," she asks with tears in her eyes.

"I don't care," I say in a soothing whisper and wipe her eyes. "We'll find a witch to make me immortal so I can be with you."