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  Conversion Book Three: 'Til Death

  S.C. Stephens

  Published: 2010

  Tag(s): "adult content" Supernatural Vampire drama

  Conversion Book Three: ‘Til Death

  Text copyright © 2010 by S.C. Stephens

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  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Summary: Emma was content with her life. She didn’t want anything to change. Two kids, an amazing husband, and one incredible family, her life had become everything she ever hoped it would be. But there is a downside to having everything that you’ve ever wanted, a downside that Teren and Emma couldn’t possibly have been prepared for. When you have everything that you want…then you also have everything to lose.

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  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

  Chapter 1

  My Family

  My heart was racing. It was hammering in my chest like it was about to break free of my rib cage. My breath was fast through my parted lips and my body was on fire.

  I was sprawled across the longest, softest leather couch you could possibly image, arms and legs tangled around the most incredibly handsome man you could possibly imagine. His body pressed against mine in a teasing, rhythmic pattern, reminding me that it had been quite awhile since more than just his rough denims had rubbed against me. His breath was equally fast in my mouth. And his heart, if it still had a beat, would have been racing as well, I was sure.

  But it had been a long while since his heart had beaten its last beat. Almost five years to be exact. And while his skin was cool and his tongue was icy, he was masterful with both, and more than made up for the temperature difference.

  The harsh roughness of his stubbled jaw brushed over mine and I contained a moan. I loved that. My overly sensitive skin could feel and hear each grain of course hair; it electrified me. His cool lips shifted to my neck, and fangs pricked against my skin. I almost begged him right then and there to do it, to pierce my flesh and taste my blood. He would have loved it, I would have loved it, but I resisted, instead only squirming with a growing desire.

  A cool palm ran up one side of my body, up my hip and along my breast. His thumb circled over a nipple and my head dropped back as I contained another groan. I could feel his lips curve into a smile as he pressed them into the indentation of my collar bone. His hip lightly digging into my thigh made his readiness for me all too obvious, even if I’d only been a standard human.

  But I wasn’t a standard human, not anymore, and he had never been one to begin with. He was a vampire, or as he’d first told me, a little bit vampire. Born into the life, it was just the way he’d always been and always would be. Me? I’d been bitten by some jerk-off vampire with an attitude problem. The man currently running his nose up my jaw was the man who’d saved me. My husband. Teren Adams.

  He’d given me his blood, only wanting to heal me. What he’d ended up doing was changing me, making me “a little bit vampire,” just like him. It was an odd, complicated process that others far more knowledgeable about vampire anatomy understood, but for all intents and purposes, I was vampire and human, a mixed breed. I enjoyed sun, mochas and silver jewelry. I moved blindingly fast, had hearing that was nearly too good at times, and most of all, I loved blood. No, love is too insignificant a word. I wasn’t out killing people for it or anything, but if I was forced to choose a last meal, that would be it.

  But I had a heartbeat and I was still alive.

  I also had fangs, just like my husband. Releasing the constant hold on them that I had to keep, I let them drop down into the position they always wanted to be in – drinking position. Shifting my head, I drug my teeth along Teren’s neck. He loved that too.

  He sucked in a quick breath and let out a small groan. “Stop that,” I muttered. “We’re being discreet, remember.”

  “Sorry,” he breathed in my ear.

  One of his hands pinched my nipple and I bit back my own moan, stopping it just short of making a noise. He chuckled, lowering his lips to mine, where that marvelous tongue made it hard to remember why I couldn’t shift his hips over just a smidge, so he was in a much more satisfying spot.

  One of Teren’s hands, the one not actively involved in caressing my body, was making a repetitious pattern through the air: lift, stop, pull back, extend. He did it over and over again. The move would seem pretty strange, if you didn’t understand what he was doing. I contained a chuckle, thinking about what he was doing. To an oblivious set of toddlers, he was idly playing catch while at the same time making out with me. Multitasking at its finest.

  His arm was coming up, his hand catching a sloppily tossed ball, and chucking it into the other room, where two sets of feet would shuffle off for it, giggling the entire time they raced to beat the family dog to the favored object. Teren used his super acute hearing to track the ball, and the sense in our blood, to tell him exactly where the children were. Since he didn’t need his eyes, lips, and one of his hands for that, he was focusing those parts of his body on me.

  We reveled in soft, heated kisses while I mentally tracked how many minutes were left until bedtime. More than a few, less than too many. Our two miracle children – miracle that we’d conceived them before Teren’s aforementioned silent heart had stopped, and miracle that we had found a way to keep mine from stopping before they were born – were laughing as they played with Spike and Daddy.

  Nika and Julian, the other two loves of my life. They were perfect, precocious three year olds.

  Suddenly the children grew tired of their game with Daddy and decided to crawl up his legs. He broke off from kissing me and looked down at them. Laughing, he shifted his position, so that he was nestled in-between me and the couch. That signaled an end to the foreplay, for now, until we had a more private place to explore each other.

  Reaching down for them, they giggled more and crawled up into our arms. Sighing contently, my passion faded and an overwhelming love swept in. Teren sighed in a matching way, one of his arms sliding under me while the other wrapped around Nika and Julian on my chest.

  Nika giggled, listening to my heart. “Mommy, you’re loud.” I laughed and squeezed her tight, giving Teren a wry smile. He grinned, suppressing a laugh.

  “I know, sweetheart.” I kissed the top of her head, the scent of baby shampoo filling me. “That’s Mommy’s heart.”

  Julian peeked up at me. “How come Daddy doesn’t have a heart?” I sighed, looking over at Teren. Our children had our senses. Just as they could hear that my heart was pounding, they could hear that his was not.

  Teren stared down at his son, his finger coming over to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes. “I do have a heart, Julian. But…we are all vampires and when we get old enough, we don’t need our hearts anymore.” Teren grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. “We’re magic.” Then he brought his finger to his lips. “But you can’t tell anyone. It’s our secret, okay?”

  Julian nodded, his little face serious. �
�Okay, Daddy.”

  I shook my head a little and held them tight. It was sort of amazing how easy it could be to explain things to a child. They accepted everything so readily. If you told them the sky was blue because a paint can on the clouds had spilled over, then that was what they believed. And for now, it was best if their own could-be scary conversions were introduced to them as “magic.”

  Nika frowned and sat up on her elbows. “Is Mommy not magic?” She pouted, like this was a tragedy to her.

  Teren laughed lightly as I reached up to stroke a lock of silky hair. “Thanks to Grandpa Gabriel, Mommy, and maybe someday the two of you, gets to have her magic when she wants to.” I looked over at Teren and he smiled softly at me.

  When I’d been close to death, on its doorstep as they say, Teren had done the only thing he could think of to save me. The result had shocked everybody. When I’d awoken, dazed and hurting, but my heart still beating away and the twins safe and sound, no one had known what that meant. None of them had ever tried to change someone. None of them were even sure if it was possible for their mixed blood to do it. The only thing we’d been pretty certain about was that a human body couldn’t handle the strain of being pumped full of vampire juice for long, and mine was going to give out, it was just a matter of time. That had left us with two important questions. Would I come back as an undead vampire? Would I die before the twins were ready to be born?

  Those questions had driven Teren right to the brink of madness. He’d become obsessed with finding more of his kind, in the hopes that they’d have an answer for him. Since he couldn’t find mixed, he’d found purebloods. And he’d done anything he could to get them to talk – anything. His eventual poking and prodding finally got the attention of Gabriel’s group in Los Angeles. A prissy vampire named Starla had arrived on our doorstep one day and changed everything for us, once again.

  She’d taken us to see her “father,” a man who really wasn’t related to anyone in the area, but was embraced as such because of his generosity to vampires in need. He’d amassed quite a following of loyal mixed and purebloods. It was almost cultish, and some of their practices were not desirable to me, like catching hunters and locking them up for bloodthirsty mixed vampires going through the conversion process to kill. Even though I understood the reasons why they did it, and even having done it myself for Teren, when I’d essentially fed him a hunter, I didn’t like it.

  But Teren and I kept our feelings to ourselves on the matter. Because Gabriel was also a genius and had concocted the drug that had kept me alive, was still keeping me alive. In fact, because of Gabriel, I was going to be having my thirtieth birthday in a couple weeks. A fact that most women don’t celebrate, but as there was a time when I wasn’t sure I’d live long enough to see twenty-six, much less thirty, I celebrated every birthday.

  The twins both smiled and giggled, looking at each other. They had a soft spot for the ancient vampire, calling him Grandpa because he was around a lot, and was sort of…involved with Teren’s Great-Grandmother, the only full vampire in the Adams clan. They’d started a romantic relationship back when we’d first met Gabriel. Halina tends to move fast if it pleases her, and Gabriel had definitely pleased her. But the surprising thing was that they were still together, and from what I’d heard, Halina was actually not sleeping with anyone else. That was sort of shocking to me.

  But I had my reservations about Gabriel, as did Teren. I did genuinely like him. I mean, he saved the lives of my children, how could I not adore the man after that? But, he was also a scientist, and tended to look at my children with appraising eyes, rather than loving ones.

  Twins were rare among mixed. The condition of our twins’ birth was pretty rare too, what with me starting the pregnancy human, but ending it a mixed vampire. It also didn’t help ease his curious nature when it had been discovered that our children were…special. Now, I know that every parent thinks their child is special, but for Teren and I, that was actually true. Aside from the traits that we all shared – fangs, speed, and super hearing - our children had an extra bond. A seventh sense, if you will, if the blood bond between us all, that allowed us to know each other’s locations, could be considered the sixth.

  It had taken Teren and me over a year to spot it. Really, until they’d started talking, we didn’t notice, or we’d brushed it off as a “twin” connection, but it wasn’t. It was so much more. See, some human twins claim that they can sense what the other is feeling. For instance, cases have been made of one twin feeling ill or pained, and the other, thousands of miles away, will have been suffering from a sudden case of appendicitis, or something. Our children had that, but to the tenth degree.

  Our children, literally, felt what the other was feeling. Not that they felt it for themselves, if one was happy, the other could still be sad, but they were…aware. Julian knew exactly how Nika felt about watching butterflies in the pastures, because he felt it. Nika knew exactly how much balloons terrified Julian, because she felt it. If he stubbed his toe or fell down and bonked his head, she’d cry. Not because she was hurt, but because she felt his pain. If Teren tickled her into a giddy ball of laughter, Julian would laugh too, because he felt her joy.

  It was like they were empaths…but only with each other.

  Gabriel had never seen anything like it, and aside from his fondness for Halina, I think it was a large part of why he came around so often.

  Spike barking distracted the twins from their conversation and they hopped off our bodies to go ruffle the patient collie’s fur. Holding the prized ball in his mouth, he wagged his tail as he stared at Teren, eager for his master to throw it again. The kids attached to his sides, Nika burying her face in the fluff around his neck.

  Luckily for us, Spike adored the children. He’d even tolerated the months of being yanked and pulled and poked without ever yelping or biting. Sometimes, when the twins had been infants, he’d made a sound that I could have sworn was a sigh, and then he’d look up at me with those large, tired, puppy dog eyes. I’d had to laugh at the poor canine. Sure, dogs couldn’t emote, but at those times it was obvious that he’d been wishing for the tactile stage of the kids’ development to end.

  Teren sat up, shifting my body so my legs were over his lap, and ruffled his dog’s fur. “Hungry, boy?”

  Spike thumped his tail against the floor as he sat down. The kids giggled as they adjusted to the floor with him. Dropping the ball, he barked again. Teren smiled. “Alright, let’s get you something to eat.”

  He looked back at me on the couch. “I could use something too, how about you?” He smiled warmly at me and I took a second to appreciate the beauty of him before answering.

  Eyes the color of a perfect spring morning gazed at me; they were the warmest eyes you’d ever see on a person. Whoever created this image of vampires as soulless, bloodthirsty creatures, had clearly never met one. They were people, same as any people, and while some were bad, as wicked, sick, and twisted as any human could be, some were good, exceptionally good. Teren…was exceptional.

  “I would love some, thank you.”

  Knowing my husband only tolerated an all plasma diet, I knew he meant blood when he spoke of food. Dead vampires couldn’t handle anything else. It wasn’t just that their bodies couldn’t digest it. No, eating wasn’t something they could do for show then cough up later. Their vampiric bodies rejected food like it was poison. It was extremely painful and uncomfortable for them. I’d seen Teren do it once…I never wanted to see him do it again.

  He nodded at me, his black-as-night hair shining in the fading rays of the sun. Bringing his attention back to Nika and Julian, who were now showering Spike in kisses, he leaned forward, so he was closer to their level. “What about you two? Who wants some blood?”

  As a young person, the thought of what you’ll be like as a parent occasionally crosses your mind. It certainly had for me when I’d been plowing through my job, wondering who I’d eventually marry, and fantasizing about how many of the imaginar
y man’s kids I‘d have one day. But what I’d never envisioned, ever, was hearing myself or my husband ask those delightful little beings if they wanted a steaming glass of cow’s blood. Those are just words you never expect to hear spoken to a child. But then, when you marry a vampire and have vampiric children, it just sort of comes with the territory. Besides, it was the best meal on the planet, and what parent would deny their child the most delicious thing on earth?

  They both agreed too, loving and craving the nutrient as much as any vampire I’d met. Although, for them, it wasn’t as high on the list of snacks as it was for us. Truly, they got more excited about getting cotton candy at the fair. But…it was right up there.

  Jumping up and down, they both started saying, “Me, me, me!”

  Teren laughed, extraditing himself from my body so he could prepare meals for everyone. He loved to take care of people. It made him a pretty fabulous companion since, from the very beginning of our relationship, he’d spoiled me with homemade dinners; he usually even cleaned up too. That was just his way. And he was equally attentive to the kids, even going so far as to cut their sandwiches into fun little shapes. He was sort of, well, Mr. Mommish. I was a very lucky girl.