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Lost & Found: Shattered	By : kmcracerx Category: G through L > Lost Boys Views: 1750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shattered
Chapter 2

15 months ago�

�� So,
what do ya think?��
Cora looked at Paul and Marko and sucked her bottom lip between her
teeth.
�� I
think you might be, no you ARE the most amazing female on the planet.� He�ll be blown away.�� Marko gave her a wide, toothy grin.
�� You�ll
shock the hell outta him, that�s for sure.� And that�s not necessarily a bad thing.�� Paul�s grin had a more devilish cast.� �He certainly won�t be expecting anything.�
�� I
know, and I don�t expect him to even think about it.� Five years for him is gone in a blink.� And in a hundred years or so, I�ll probably
look at it the same way.� But for me,
now, five years is still a long time.� Especially for a
relationship.� With
me.�
�� Aah.� Don�t worry
about it, girl.� He�ll be stoked.� Surprised, but stoked none the less.�� Paul wrapped a long arm around her shoulders
and kissed the top of her head.
�� She�d
been worried.� She was planning a
surprise for Dwayne next month, on the fifth anniversary of their Bonding, and hadn�t
thought about their �age difference� until now.�
She knew they didn�t celebrate birthdays or any holiday, except for
Christmas, which was more of a tradition and a reason to embarrass each other
with goofy gifts than anything else.� On
their nightly stroll down the boards - one of the few times she was more than
ten feet from Dwayne - she confessed her plans to the two blondes, who she had
come think of as brothers.� But she only
told them half of what she had planned.
�� She�d
been sitting with an artist so he could sketch the pattern of the knots on her
neck and wrists.� He came to the Emerson
house when she was at the Library.� She
knew if Dwayne knew about her clandestine meetings, he�d kill first, ask
questions later.� If he
even asked questions.� Once the
artist had gotten the sketches perfect, he�d taken them to a friend of his, a
jeweler.� She wanted two pendants made,
one for Dwayne and one for her.�
�� She
contemplated the other half of her surprise.�
Her trips to the Library under the Emerson house were not all about
meeting the artist.� She was also doing
some research.� Having come across a
vague reference about vampire pregnancy quite by accident, her interest was
piqued.� The more information she found, she
applied it to her life; the circumstances; the way her body felt and changed;
the way she reacted to Dwayne, both physically and emotionally; and the way
Dwayne had been acting around the Boys.�
It all fit.� And the blood test results
confirmed it.� She was pregnant.
�� In
her reading, she found that the fertility of vampires depended on two
factors:� whether or not the couple is
Bond Mated, and the age of the vampires.�
Only a Bond Mated pair can conceive.�
And since Bond Mates are rare, and not all Bond Mated pairs conceive,
vampire pregnancy is a rare, precious thing.�
The age of the Bonded male also has a direct
effect on conception.� The older the male
is, the more potent his seed.� While with
the Bonded female, just like humans, her fertility dwindles as she gets
older.� The only difference is that
vampires� biological clocks measure the centuries instead of the decades.�
�� She
was also manifesting some of the classic symptoms of pregnancy, which carry
over to vampires.� Her breasts were extra
tender.� She was crying at the drop of a
hat.� The Boys were walking on egg shells
around her, because they never knew if they did or said something wrong.� Though, thankfully she
wasn�t having any morning sickness (or would that be evening sickness?) or any strange
cravings like dill pickles in Rocky Road ice cream.� No, the only thing she craved was her mate�s
blood.� Oh, well, and the mind-blowing
sex.� And lots of both.
�� But
Dwayne was worse.� He was constantly
cranky, snapping at the Boys.� He was
having trouble controlling his jealousy around Cora.� According to what she had been reading, that
was her fault.� Well, her body�s fault,
anyway.� Females give off strong
pheromones during pregnancy, triggering the male�s protective, and often
jealous, instincts during pregnancy.� And
it�s chemically matched to her mate, so he�s the only one affected by
them.� She shook her head and
smiled.� Thank the gods.� I don�t think I
could handle all of them being so possessive.� With a lighter step, Cora walked down the
boards, arm-in-arm with her brothers.

�� The
three vampires were oblivious to the black eyes following them from the
shadows.� Eyes filled with hate.� Rage.� Jealousy.� Insanity.� Evil.� Little
bitch.� He�s not yours.� He�ll never be yours.� You have them all wrapped around your little
fingers.� But they�re nothing!� You�re nothing!� He�s just biding his time.� He�ll welcome me back.� He�s mine!�
MINE!!� Eyes flashed red.� They paid no attention to the strange
markings on the female�s body.� They just
saw her body, bloody and broken.� A snarl
escaped past lips that held a mockery of a smile.� Fangs descended and saliva pooled.� Yes, my
pretties, it�s time to feed.
��
�� Dwayne
sat at the bar, nursing a rapidly warming scotch.� Next to him, David got the latest news from
the bartender.� Another body had been
found.� ��This one was young.� Too young, if you ask me.� What was that kid doing out on the streets
anyway?� But, yeah, it was just like the
others.� Throat ripped out.� Body mutilated.�� He shook his head in disgust.� �It was the Sinclair kid� you know, the
mayor�s daughter.�� Dwayne�s heart
dropped.� It was just like the
others.� He had fed off all of the
victims the night they all died.�
�� David
looked pointedly at Dwayne.� He was the
only one who knew about the connection between the victims and his
brother.� Not even Cora knew about
this.� And the fact that he was keeping
secrets from her ate him up inside.� But,
it seems, she had secrets of her own.�
And he didn�t want her upset her with the grisly news.� She�d been awfully emotional lately.� It was like she had what the humans called
PMS.� Constant PMS.
�� Snapping
out of his reverie, Dwayne grunted and acknowledged David�s unspoken
concern.� Someone obviously wanted it to
look like Dwayne was the killer.� Someone
was trying to frame him.� But who?� The only
ones who knew he was a vampire are the ones he lived with, plus Old Man
Emerson.� And the only one who knew who
he fed from was the vampire sitting next to him.�
�� This
just doesn�t make any sense.�� Dwayne
shook his head as they moved over to a corner booth.
�� No.
�But someone is sure as
shit trying to make it look like you�re the one killing these
kids.�� David�s smooth voice was for
Dwayne�s ears only.� �I know we�re not
the most pious group of vampires.� I
mean, we�ve all had our mouths full of the life�s blood more than once, but
this� I don�t even know what this is.�
But it IS bringing a lot of unwanted attention.�
�� Yep.� That it
is.� I just don�t want Cora to get wind
of this.� She goes ape shit over the
smallest things.� Although�� He lifted a dark brow.� �She has been getting quite, erm� enthusiastic about our bed sport.�� He craned his neck, stretching the tight
muscles as he lifted a hand to rub the soreness.
�� I
know.� Believe me.� We all do.�
You two aren�t exactly quiet.��
David smirked over his draft.
�� Compliments
of the lady�� The waitress set another
scotch down on the table in front of Dwayne, preventing the snarky reply from
passing his lips.� His enhanced vision
cut through the smoke and haze, settling on the woman the waitress indicated
with a nod.� She was blonde.� Possibly of Scandinavian
descent.� On second thought, no,
not Scandinavian.� Her eyes were too
dark.� But definitely
European.� And
something else.� Her facial
features were strong, angled and sharp.�
A lot like�� He narrowed his eyes.
�� David,
intrigued by his brother�s reaction, started his own inspection.� She lifted her glass in salutation.� Finding nothing extraordinary about the woman,
he looked back at Dwayne.� His gaze was
intense, but didn�t acknowledge her raised glass.� Regardless, it was definitely a strong
reaction from such a reserved male.�
Though it held none of the sexual response the woman was obviously
after.� He raised an eyebrow.�
�� You
know her?�
�� No.� I don�t think so.� But she looks familiar�� Dwayne shook his head, and met David�s
gaze.� He blinked and looked back across
the bar to see the back of the woman�s blonde curls spill down her back as she
slipped out the door.
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