Rory From My Babysitter's A Vampire Now Novels & Stories

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.

I couldn't recall biting her. " Well did you or did you not, it's not that hard of a question." He annoyingly said. "I mean ... wait yes I tasted her blood, but not by biting her it was from her lip. What does that have to do with anything?" "You're a vampire, you have certain abilities when you drink someone's blood you tend to bond with them." " How do you know all this?" " I am a wolf dude, duh! I just know, we are taught when we are little about all the dangers this world has to hide. From Vamps to Dragons to Trolls, everything that lurks."

His expression had softened up immediately. Zachary cleared his throat and said, “I talked to your P.E teacher, Mira.” Our daughter flinched. She lowered her head. “You are a vampire. It’s in your nature to feed. Anyone who would say otherwise will die in my hands-“Zachary stopped when he caught me glaring at him. He scratched his forehead and quickly took back what he said. “But of course, you must not take the last part seriously. I was just kidding, baby.”

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

“What else would I be? They don’t exactly let vampires feed on each other, you know.” I stayed standing, arms crossed tightly. “So it’s just the pure-bloods who keep feeders?” “Oh no,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Most vampires do. Even the sired ones. Master Ramez, for example—he was sired by Master Perth. He’s not a pure-blood, but he has feeders too. That’s why I’m here.” She tapped her chest proudly. “I’m his.” I blinked at her, my mind struggling to keep up. “So basically… almost every vampire has a feeder?”

The hallway went utterly still. Morgan's hand hung in the air, papers extended. Adrian didn't take them. He stood there, staring at the divorce agreement, and his eyes turned cold. That chill — the kind only a vampire could produce — radiated from him in waves, pressing down on the air around us. "Emily just gave birth." His voice was low. "This isn't the time." Morgan didn't waver. "On the contrary. Now is exactly the time."

"Look what we have here. Two little pups, all alone in the woods." "Run!" a woman's voice screamed from somewhere behind us. I recognized it—Ava's mother, crashing through the trees, her face twisted in terror and rage. "Run, now!" But we were surrounded. Ava grabbed my hand, and we jumped down from the boulder, trying to find a gap in the circle of men. One of them lunged for us, and I saw something impossible—his face was changing, elongating, his teeth growing into fangs. Ava's mother reached us, putting herself between us and the attackers. "You can't have them!" she snarled, and her voice was different, deeper, inhuman. "They're under pack protection!"

Jessie asked from behind us. Rory stopped walking and turned her entire body so that she could face Zeke and Jessie. In the process, my arm lightly grazed her chest, something that she managed to completely ignore. "Seriously? Do you think I have a hidden jail that I bring bad supernaturals to or something? That I'm going to keep them locked up forever? You guys are werewolves, you know how the paranormal world works." Rory paused long enough to roll her eyes sarcastically as the three of us gave her questioning glances. "I'm not law enforcement, you dumb asses. I'm a slayer."

I say, trying to pull my arm. His eyes were darker and scarier, as if doubling in size. My heart was racing, feeling like it would jump out of my chest. "You smell different; you must be an envoy of the Vampire King! I'll end this now!" His threatening tone sends shivers down my spine.

After Derek and I sat down, Robert called the meeting to order. "This is a discussion of the events of November 23rd. On that date, Ms. Elizabeth Summers, now known as Kimberly Sparks, was attacked by a vampire. David Jones and Derek Michael intervened during the attack on Ms. Sparks and in the process, turned her into one of us. We are here to determine if their actions that night were appropriate." "Ms. Sparks, would you please come forward?" I looked at Derek and stood, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans as I walked to the chair and sat facing the Council.