Rory From My Babysitter's A Vampire Novels & Stories

Members of the lesser houses often served as slaves and servants of the High Blood as they lived in perpetual fear of the power and influence of the greater houses. In the midst of this, I had curated a relationship with Rory from the moment he set foot in our realm as a teenager and pledged his loyalty to my father. While I was a full-blooded vampire, and next in line to the Blackwell throne to rule all who dwelled within our realm, Rory Rhys-Brockbank, my father’s right-hand man was a Leprechaun-Banshee hybrid. He was fondly dubbed “Rory the Bastard,” a name that had its origins rooted in the uncertainty of his paternity.

Around nine in the evening, Brett Floyd came to the hollow wood. He met Romy, the ground guard, at the forest entrance gate. “Evening, Mr. Floyd.” Romy greeted Brett politely. He averted Brett’s gaze. “Evening,” Brett replied. He looked at the wild forest shortly and spoke again. “I presume nothing bad happened, right?” “Yes. Everything is perfect, Mr. Floyd.” Romy let a lie slip out of his mouth. Besides two unregistered vampires that invaded the ground, nothing else happened. He believed the young vampire named Cristy would not do anything stupid.

Rory’s POV “Wait!” came a voice behind me that I didn’t recognize. I turned and saw a man dressed in a sharp suit doing his best to keep up with me. I slowed down and looked at him. “Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, holding up my small can of mace. The man held his hands up in surrender. “Hold up, my name is Ben. I work for Mr. McFarlan as a bodyguard. He sent me to protect you, something about a school stalker. You are Ms. Rory Hill, aren’t you?” he asked.

With my small circle of friends and those who cared about me, I could already guess who was calling. "Hey, you landed safely?" Gordon, my trainer, asked. He had survived a vampire attack when he was a teenager. An attack that left a scar across his face and an even deeper one on his heart that turned him into an elite vampire hunter. "Yeah, I am settling in my room" "Any news on McCain?" "She is here. I can smell it, this time, am not letting her go scot-free…" "Relax, kid, don't let anger overcome you. She will see you coming, and she won't hesitate to kill you"

Isabella said and for the first time in this conversation, Sophia giggled to herself when she heard this because she knew in actuality that it was her that would ruin the genes of Ronnell due to her bad eyesight. Ronnell noticed this, she looked so fucking cute. Licking her tongue discreetly, wetting her lips in either lust or excitement. In a dark room, devoid of any sun rays or light, sat a man with blood dripping from his lips and eyes shining through the abyss. The clock ticked, a sound that seemed endless for one that couldn’t die. The relevance of time was lost on vampires because time is the one time they had an unlimited amount regardless of how much passes.

Marc asked Stacy if she had any plans and Stacy filled him in on visiting the families her friend Kim had told her about. Sylvia looked at her daughter worriedly, Stacy I don’t know if babysitting is such a good idea. You heard what happened over in Huntersville. Stacy shrugged indifferently, Mom come on do you really believe all that happened? Sylvia nodded with a serious look on her face. Marc spoke up and told Sylvia not to worry Morgansville was safe and Stacy would be fine. Stacy looked at her dad gratefully, Mom I will be fine. Nothing is gonna happen while I’m babysitting. Besides I may not even get the job so you could be worrying for nothing.

This vampire had her hostage. The man shuffled his foot. “This is the part where you introduce yourself as well.” His Romanian accent excites her to her core, but she quickly shakes her head. “I’m nobody.” She replied and he gave her a smirked look. “You aren’t though.” He eyed her softly before locking gaze with each other. For a moment, both of their hearts picked up in pace but the man quickly stepped back and averted his attention. “You’re some kind of demon.” He hissed.

I said as I moved closer to h and put my palm on his forehead. He looked at me with a kind of, 'what are you doing', facial expressions. "What are you doing?" He asked as he removed my palm from his forehead. "Stay still---" I said as I put my palm back. "I am just checking your temperature." I added. "Your body is cold." I said. "I told you that vampires are cold blooded. Do you forget things so quickly." He said to me with a frown as usual. "I didn't forget. I will get going now." I said as I held the knob of the door.

I nodded as she took another huge bite, “Well, I’m pretty sure the baby is a vampire.” She smiled a bit, “Perhaps, but who knows, could be a werewolf or even a hybrid.” I didn’t argue with her there. We continued eating as Amy and Mandy came in, “Hello you two, how is your day going?” Mandy asked, I looked to Aiday who just stayed silent as she continued eating her food, but this piqued Mandy’s curiosity. “What’s going on?” She asked, Aiday continued eating, then Amy chimed in,

The elevator door slid shut before he could recover. She collapsed against the wall, gasping. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Through the closing gap, she saw him standing there. Staring at his hand. Then at her. His eyes glowed green. “Run all you want, mama,” he said. His voice carried through the metal doors like a promise. “I’ll find you.” The elevator sealed shut. Mireya slid to the floor, tears streaming down her face. She’d just burned a vampire. And now he wasn’t going to let her go.