Epilogue
Katie
Two weeks later
"I can't believe it; it's too soon," I yell at my husband for being so irresponsible. Of course, we're both guilty of what happened, but I have to blame someone, so I decided it was his fault. I don’t want to blame myself.
“We’ve made love approximately every hour of the week since we got married," he says calmly, reaching out to me and placing a kiss on my lips. "And that means we’ve had sex over a hundred times. Don't you think it's enough to get you pregnant?"
I scoff, unable to stop kissing this man. Even when I'm mad at him, I still can't stop kissing him, hugging him, wanting him.
"And what now? For another nine months, I have to go without sex because I got pregnant right after the wedding? That's not fair." I puff out my lips and pout like a child.
We're sitting in the living room, and I’m holding a bottle with fresh human blood that Raphael brought to me. He paid the laboratory assistant who works at the blood donor center to buy a gallon of blood.
At first, I told him I only wanted to taste it, but then I drank about half of it in one day. I didn't know what was happening, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want pig's blood or any other animal, which Raphael had been drinking every day. I wanted human blood and only human blood. I felt so thirsty that I was afraid I might accidentally kill someone just to taste their blood.
And then I felt nausea. My breasts started to hurt. I vomited every morning. I thought these all were the signs of a new vampire in town. Who knew that I was pregnant? I took a test, but the human test doesn't work on vampires!
Raphael knew. From the very beginning. He said he simply wanted me to find out myself.
How the hell could I do that? I've never been pregnant before. I've never been a vampire before. And, moreover, I've never been a pregnant vampire before!
"That's all your fault," I say, wrapping my arms around Raphael's neck and biting his lip as hard as I can.
"I totally agree." He smiles at me, reaching for another kiss.
"How can you be so calm?" I pull away angrily. "You've never been a father yourself."
"Yes, but I’ve wanted to become one since the moment I saw you."
And how can I be mad at a man who speaks like that?
I kiss him, long and passionately, until the need between my legs starts to hurt, begging for release.
"Can we do this? Is it gonna hurt the baby?" I ask, already unbuttoning Raphael's shirt.
"Do you want to wait another three months until you give birth?" He smiles, shoving his hand under my nightgown and spreading my legs.
"Wait? What?" I raise my voice, pulling away, trying to look at him, but my eyes are already turning red, blurring with need. "Three months?"
"Yeah." He finds my pussy folds and spreads them so he can enter. "Vampires are faster than humans."
He sinks his finger into my pussy, fast and sharp, sucking my neck with his lips simultaneously.
I moan loudly, digging my fingers into his shoulders for balance. When he adds another finger, I feel how my fangs come out, ready to bite him.
"I'm gonna kill you," I threaten; my voice is hoarse and needy, my eyes are half-closed.
Raphael reaches my G-spot with his fingers and presses his thumb to my clit, pressing so hard that I see stars.
"That’s okay. I'm immortal," he whispers into my lips before entering my mouth with his tongue and sucking me at the same time as my climax finally hits.