My Babysitter's A Vampire Cast Rory Novels & Stories

“I’m Rory,” said a little girl with honey colored skin, barely reaching three and a half feet. Gray eyed the little girl. “You’re…Rory?” “Yes!” The little girl hopped. “That’s what mommy call Rory.” “Okay, then, Rory…” Gray squatted down to level with her line of vision. “Why were you dumbly looking for a fictional character?” Rory tilted her head in bemusement. “Huh?” Gray sighed. “Fairy godmother, why were you looking for her?”

Another woman spoke, “The baby might/might not gain their special abilities till they are the age of 17 years but during these years you might notice some changes in the baby.” “But this baby doesn’t do anything. The eyes don’t glow.” Sandra cried One of the fate sisters replied, “We don’t know yet if the baby is a vampire or a werewolf or any other creature since the father is a vampire and mother an abandoned werewolf. You will have to notice the behavior of the baby. As the baby will grow you will know more about the powers and the secret." Sandra looked at the baby angrily while the baby smiled looking at Sandra leaving her irked.

Look at your mom, my baby, she's beautiful right even if she's crying, and I know you're a beautiful baby just like your mom," he said as he looked at her tummy and Evangeline frowned when she remembered what Abu told her about the prophecy. "Blake?" she asked. "Hmm?" he smiled. "Do you think our baby is a vampire?" she asked carefully. Blake knew she was worried so he kissed her. "Don't worry, our child is a human, my love," he whispered softly and Evangeline's eyes widened in surprise. "What? How did you know?" she asked.

Nine weeks later I sat on my bathroom floor staring at two pink lines while Jamie laughed in the living room, his new heart beating strong and steady. I was twenty-three, single, and pregnant by a vampire who paid ten million dollars to disappear. Then, on the night of the winter solstice, my front door exploded off its hinges. He stood in the wreckage wearing a crown of black diamonds and murder in his glowing crimson eyes. Prince Valerian Nocturne. “You’re carrying my heir,” he snarled, fangs fully extended, voice shaking the walls. “And you, Harper Quinn, are coming with me—whether you walk willingly or I carry you in chains.”

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was wrong, Sarah’s the only irresponsible vampire in history. There's not one single reference of a member of the royal family leaving the kingdom. It's like none of my ancestors even anticipated an incident like this. "Good going Sarah, there are better ways to punish me for not paying attention to you, this is just too much! I don't even know if you're dead or alive. Please come home." A slight knock interrupted my monologue. Rhea? This feels weird and unexpected. I guess she's still our friend after all.

I coldly reminded her about the time when she was about to get hurt by some rogues around the border of the pack’s woods. “I'm looking for some tracks.” Roxanne tried to come up with something, but I cut her off. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you talked to a vampire,” I sternly told her as I stepped closer to her spot. “You what? What do you mean, vampire? Uncle Simon isn’t a vampire. He’s a police officer who has been my guardian ever since I was little.” With an innocent, confused reaction written on her face, she directly defended the vampire whom she thought she had known ever since she was little.

"Yes, Master." As soon as we opened the door, Harry dashed out. Instead of heading straight for the center of the vampire group, he led them to one side, seemingly aiming to draw them away from me so I could confront Roy from another angle. His combat prowess was exceptional; without Lisa's support, he had already dispatched several vampires. When Lisa joined the fray, their teamwork was seamless, and the vampires fell faster and faster. Some who tried to scheme were immediately caught by Ethan's watchful eye and held in place, awaiting Harry's judgment.

Her brother, as well as her mother, would be content if they could dwell in a place like this. "Could you please have a seat?" Rory followed the advice of an older man. She had scoured the area with her eyes and couldn't see anything that matched Eren Cyrus' description. She sat up straight after exhaling. She was relieved that she wouldn't have to worry about answering questions. "Now go ahead and act stupid." She thought to herself as she glanced straight at the man who asked for her name while staring at his computer. "Rory Anne Spears," She gave a response.

The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being a vampire—so he hauls her up easily. Federico stares at Alessia coldly. "Do not touch her. She is mine." Alessia is so surprised by Federico's unexpected displeasure that she nods. Without another word, Federico turns around and drags Hailey out of the room. Federico pulls Hailey all the way until they reach the receiving room before his pet resumes squirming. Federico stops and stares at his pet, waiting for her to explain herself. "What exactly is my job here?" Hailey asks.