My Babysitter Was A Vampire Novels & Stories

Dad lied. My backpack felt heavier than usual, not just with books but with the weight of every broken promise. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to focus on the biting chill of the Aurelia evening instead of the tremor in my hands. New mission: survive the Sterlings. New reality: I was their charity case, Charles Sterling’s personal babysitter. His babysitter. The thought made bile rise in my throat.

He is the troublemaker. But they were both utterly glued to me all the time, their chubby arms reaching for me even when Blair tried to coax them into playing with her. “They’re obsessed with you” Blair said one evening watching as I juggled the two of them on my lap. “They’re smart” I joked, pressing kisses to their cheeks. “They know who carried them for months.” “Three months” Blair corrected with a small smirk. *** The babysitter we’d found was a teenage girl named Tara who lived in the apartment above us. She was thin and pale, with dark circles under her eyes that made her look older than she was.

They didn’t tell me exactly why they wanted to see me, just that I should present myself at the administration office. As I crossed the pediatric hallway, something unexpected happened. I stumbled upon a little blonde girl with green eyes; her face was pale, and she seemed to have difficulty breathing. I reacted instinctively and grabbed her arms before she could fall to the ground.

Amber saw that there has been a change and she questioned Bathilda, “Why are they making tents?” “To be at alert whenever there is an intruder.” “Wow! You have so many workers. I wonder how much they get paid,” Harper said. “Those workers are vampires,” Bathilda said to her and moved her eyes to Amber before asking, “What should I do with the baby?” Amber lowered her eyes down to look at the baby whose eyes are wide open and looking at Bathilda. “Give him to my mother,” she said, “She is good at raising kids.” And with that, she started walking while Harper quickly followed her closely behind.

Satisfied that he was fine; I returned to the room of gore and managed to get a few answers from my parents as to what happened. My first question was to ask if they called the police. No, they had not. I then proceeded to ask them if they knew who had done such a horrid thing to Lisa. Yes, they certainly did know. It was my former—dead roommate, Frank. He broke into the house and insisted on taking Bobby with him. He told my parents that I was a vampire lover and that my child was a vampire. When I asked why my father thought I could help Lisa, he informed me that Frank claimed Geoffrey was a handler and handlers only married handlers. Therefore, I had to be a handler too.

the pet master responded, looking very pleased with himself, "It was quite entertaining really. Shut her up nice and quick." The man's brow furrowed, but only for a second. "Age?" he asked. My eyes widened in surprise. He was actually considering buying me. "Seventeen." "Who was her breeder?" he followed up. Breeders. The vampires who took in the slaves and pets that couldn't perform their duties. The ones that forced them to conceive a few children before taking the child and killing the parents for their blood. The whole process made me want to curl up in a ball and cry.

She needed to cut her losses. Ethan was the best. After she finally managed to extricate herself from the car, with a flushed face and trembling lips, she waved at Ethan as he drove off. Then she entered the house, her thoughts threatening to overwhelm her. The babysitter - a new one, who was a werewolf from the service William had given her the contact information without her asking - stood and smiled at her. She was a thirty-something year old and clearly was used to handling children, and even had a license for childcare.

She bent down to check the baby on her arms. " You're very young to experience this kind of agony." The baby cried as if she already knows what the woman said to her. Suddenly, There was someone watching them at the bushes , looking for a chance to attack them. He had pale skin with red eyes and a fang that almost showing. "A vampire."

my sister asked, clearly surprised to see this place. “Not often,” Faye said in her clinical voice. “But it does happen. Usually, it’s parents who don’t want to go on without their babies. We can’t really hold that against them. Sometimes, non-compliant Vampires will turn a child, and another Vampire will help us find them.”

"He killed my mate Ben to get the power of walking in the sun. And you are saying that he won't hurt me. I thought you guys were my parents but you were just mere babysitters" "Emma! It's not like that". Mom said while tears of blood were coming out of her eyes. I was about to run away from there to avoid them but suddenly a bunch of vampires, keeping their fangs out came into the house. "You guys can't handle her". Addressing my parents, one of the vampires whispered. "Oh! So you guys think you can handle me". I responded.