My Babysitter Was A Vampire Novels & Stories

Dominic and his new slave, Renela, would also be in attendance. Victoria Cavanah, an esteemed vampire aged 200, led the class. She was known for her strict yet fair teaching methods. She affectionately called her ward Bunny, whom she frequently brought to class as an example of a well-maintained relationship. As Victoria began explaining the intricacies of feeding and the critical importance of aftercare, I caught Jo making brief eye contact with me. Each glance was a silent conversation, acknowledging how far beyond the boundaries we had already ventured in our connection.

“I didn’t hear you.” He didn’t respond. His gaze remained fixed on her. “I’m Liz,” she added hesitantly. “Are you… a relative of Damien’s?” He studied her for a long moment. Then he spoke. “Are you the new lover my father is keeping?” Her stomach dropped. Okay, what was she supposed to say to that? “I—no,” she said quickly. “I’m his stepdaughter.” The Vampire cut her off with a sharp laugh that ended with a scoff. He began circling her slowly, like she was something to inspect. Liz felt her most uncomfortable at this very moment.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

Benny had been so loud; I think the animals around here hadn’t had a wink of sleep either. “Wait,” he groaned. Heavy objects dropped on his end. “Good. You enjoying babysitting?” he teased. I was the gambit, the chameleon in our team. I was the person they’d send for reckoning and information collection. But Ghost is the guy you send to care for girls Klaus fucked. He took them home, made sure they were safe, and kept Klaus from facing false accusations of sexual assault. He’d be perfect in babysitting duties. “Peachy.” If lightning strikes me with each lie I spew, I’d be toasted by now.

Clara quickly described her to the slaves in that unit, peering from one slave to the other. “So her name is Monalisa,” Gabby said in a low tone, stepping forward. “Have you met her?” Clara asked, her brows raised a little as she peered hopefully into Gabby’s face. “Yes, but she has just been taken by Vince, one of the vampires,” Gabby reported in a low tone so that she would not attract punishment to herself. She is only nineteen, and had spent six months in viper city and also still has hope of getting out of here.

I was exasperated, disagreeing with her brilliant idea. Now here's the thing. It's not like my mother never appointed babysitters for me when she had business trips and contests to judge. But, all in vain, there were hundreds of complaints registered against me which led them to quit the job- which had a pretty fair pay- and now those files are probably rotting somewhere in the attic. These babysitters even took payment for their damages. I'm not a monster or anything but it's just their necessity stuff used to mesmerize me and as a curious explorer child, I was prompted to check them out.

"Plus, it is kinda my job to help you out. Elder Rowan usually puts me in charge of the kids, but now he has me watching you." Great, a babysitter. "I'm an awesome babysitter," he mentioned. I swear if he can read minds and he is lying-- "And I'm not lying." He chucked. The frick? As we walked the sterile cafeteria, vampires and humans intermingled. The group of adults my age sat on one end of the room, sulking. They gave judgmental eyes around the room. In just the past week, I heard them throw off on everything the vampires do or so. Making jokes, rolling their eyes when one walks by. I hadn't gone that far. Justin had been perfectly nice until today. When he said, I couldn't be near mom.

“Do you know?” “Yes,” I snapped. “I’m a two-hundred-year-old vampire, Father. Babysitting some impulsive, loud-mouthed –eighteen year old is beneath me. I hate that fucking kid!” Father’s amusement didn’t fade. If anything, his smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners like he was enjoying this far too much. “Hate, you say?” he asked, his tone light, teasing. “Care to elaborate? What’s got my centuries-old son so riled up about a mere mortal?”

She doesn’t understand why they have to struggle under the heat when they literally hunt vampires during the night. "A vampire managed to slip in. It was a newborn, thinking that she could satiate her thirst for blood with blood bags. Fortunately, there was no one attacked." She answered while still looking at the trainees, wondering if what would be their answer to Gardenia’s question.

But there. Then scent. Her. Our mate. I stiffened, senses stretching, heart pounding. She entered the office with a younger girl and a very good-looking vampire at her back. The vampire was powerful, unreadable, but his words were clear. “The children they’ve been touched. The vamp is draining their life force.” The room gasped. The younger girl stepped forward, claiming she was a healer and offering to help. Bob was scared for her; I could see it in his eyes.