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Chapter
43

Christmas

Lydia
was feeling much better and cleaner when Brunhilde came for her about
an hour later. She got to take a very nice bath and eat yummy stuff.
She asked Brunhilde what had happened, but Brunhilde told her it's
nothing she needed to explain, especially since she's not a vampire.
Lydia was imagining that there was some sort of vampire hunter out
there.

She
had sort of forgiven Brunhilde for biting her, sort of … since
it was so painful. Lydia didn't think holding a grudge against her
was wise. The woman was nightmare fuel on fire. She was also
wondering why Brunhilde didn't sell her magical healing blood on the
black markets. Maybe that stuff could cure cancer or AIDS. Lydia
didn't know if it could, but if it really was able to cure those
diseases, Brunhilde didn't need to be selfish about her blood.

So,
Lydia asked on the way back to Earth, “Can your blood cure any
diseases?”

Brunhilde
shrugged. “It can heal wounds and every blood type accepts it
in blood transfusions. However, unless you become a vampire, any
boosts to the immune system … or anything else … are
temporary. It doesn't exactly kill diseases. It can prevent them for
a time, like a vaccine that lasts only for a few days. Regular
vampire blood can prevent diseases too, but for maybe a day, and it
doesn't heal anywhere near as fast as mine. And nothing can stop the
common cold. That stuff's a bitch.”

“Why
don't you sell your blood, or maybe give it away?”

Brunhilde
stopped her, literally, gripped her shoulder and gave her a tender
smile. “If everyone in the world starting taking regular sips
of my blood, I wouldn't have any for myself. I wasn't made to save
the world from diseases.”

“Well
… what were you made for?”

Brunhilde
didn't answer, but she didn't lose her smile either.

***

Vlad
held her close for a good ten minutes when she was taken to him. He
seemed perfectly fine to Lydia, other than being a little shaky.
Brunhilde left them, saying, “We need to talk Vlad, but I think
you need to smooch her. I'll return in a bit.” Lydia didn't say
anything. She didn't think it would be right to say anything.

Once
he seemed satisfied with the hug, he asked her to come with him to
his bedroom. Lydia didn't want to stress him out. She didn't know
what had happened to him, if anything at all, but it must have been
something that really worried him.

He
didn't make love with her.

He
just laid down with her, held her close again, and took a nap.

When
he woke up, Lydia gently asked what happened.

“Someone
stole Brunhilde's heart and burned it,” he told her carefully
and quietly.

“Did
you get hurt?”

“Not
important.”

It
seemed pretty fucking important to her, but she let it go.

An
hour later, Brunhilde let herself into the house again. The night was
howling. Snow was falling, but the wind was blowing. Brunhilde
demanded a meeting in a drawing room. Vlad, Lydia, Mihai, and even
Prudence, gathered together in a drawing room, and Brunhilde took a
seat near a window. She was wearing an old hoodie and jeans, but her
feet were bare. She was so perky and cheerful that Lydia was a bit
disturbed.

“Well
Darlings,” Brunhilde said, looking at everyone with a sparkle
in her blue eyes, “Looks like I have another rebellion to deal
with.”

Another?
Lydia asked, “What do you mean, another?”

Without
missing a beat, Brunhilde said, “I've had a little rebellion
once before, it was very bloody. I killed a lot of my babies.”

“What
will you do this time?” Mihai asked with a pretty bored voice.
He really didn't seem alarmed.

“Kill
more babies, of course!” Brunhilde winked at him. “They
figured out they needed to burn my heart, didn't work, though. I grew
a new one.”

Prudence
tilted her head. “You did what?”

Brunhilde
shrugged. “I grew another one, simple as that. Didn't take
long, a few moments, in reality. Now, now, don't look at me like I've
lost all sense. I once lost my head. I just put it back on myself.
This sort of thing isn't new to me.”

There
was a silence as they stared at her. Vlad shook his head a bit, like
he had felt a weird shiver in his body.

“I
know you guys know not to tell anyone about our little meeting,”
Brunhilde said with a light giggle. “So, I feel safe telling
you this: don't act as if there was a rebellion. Simply go on with
your lives and pretend it never happened.”

“It's
her problem to handle,” Mihai said in what was probably a short
explanation of what Brunhilde just said. “She is the expert.”

“Okay!”
Brunhilde clapped her hands together. “Everybody except Vlad,
leave. Now. And don't even consider eavesdropping, alright?”
The three people complied, and once the door was closed, Brunhilde
walked over to Vlad and stood over him. She bent down a little and
said, “You're gonna have to tell me about your attackers, you
know.

***

On
Christmas Eve, Mihai and Vlad threw a Christmas party.

There
were beautiful decorations, holly, poinsettias, stockings, candles,
bells, candy canes, etc. There were several lit up Christmas trees
made of plastic, but the largest was in the foyer. It was tall, wide,
and bright, covered in strings of lights and popcorn. Each piece of
popcorn had been covered in a liquid candy, and so the now dry glazes
provided more than a rainbow's worth of colors. The very impressive
part of the display was the amount of wrapped presents under the
tree. Lydia knew that ninety-nine percent of those gifts were for
either Prudence of herself. The two women did spend some of their
“allowances” to get gifts for their lovers, but the fact
that their lovers paid for the gifts kind of made Lydia feel a bit
useless.

There
was music, dancing, chatting, and delicious warm foods. Lydia had
made a few Pepperment-Hot Chocolate cakes after looking up the recipe
on the Internet. It was very popular. Her father, who was a more than
welcome guest, made a point of bragging to everyone about how
delicious the cake was and how wonderful Lydia was. Lydia didn't
really see how she could be wonderful. All she did was look up a
recipe and bake something.

Prudence
didn't talk to most people. She hadn't even invited her parents to
the party, and so they didn't show up. Lydia had never heard about
Prudence having family problems, but she didn't think it was her
business. She did notice that Prudence clung to Mihai almost like a
toddler to its parent.

There
was Claire and her parents too. Lydia didn't know that Vlad had
invited them. It really bothered her. She didn't want Claire to get
riled up. She did want to scold Vlad, but that wouldn't have been
wise. She did go to Vlad's side, give him a stern look, and tilt her
head in the Brewster family's general direction. Vlad merely tugged
at the long strand of Akoya white pearls that rested down her bare
back and winked at her. The reason why her back was bare was because
her long black evening dress was backless. The neckline was high,
though, and the sleeves were long and fitted. She didn't exactly feel
naked.

Vlad
decided to make her feel naked, though. He took her hand and gently
tugged her. Lydia was surprised, but she followed him. He took her
to, of all the places in the house, a large walk-in bedroom closet.

He
kissed her and tugged on her pearl necklace, turning it around and
wrapping it around his hand. Lydia made a little yelp, but she
allowed it. His hand yanked up her skirt, and she sighed.

***

Prudence
was resting her cheek on Mihai's side as he spoke to someone when she
noticed Claire Brewster walk towards the elaborately adorned
Christmas tree. Prudence was afraid that all the gifts would be
stolen or damaged or something like that, because sometimes people
are just spiteful. She kissed Mihai's cheek, and then walked over to
the direction of the Christmas tree, but kept a certain distance so
that Claire would not notice.

Sure
enough, Claire snatched up the smallest box; it was quite tiny. It
was for Lydia. Prudence didn't know what was inside, but she imagined
that it could have been jewelry. It didn't matter, though. Sand could
be in the box and this would still be rude. Claire slipped the box
into her purse. That was when Prudence stomped over to her and
screamed, “Put that box back!”

Well,
Claire ran. Prudence tried to catch up with her, but Claire was
lucky. She blended in with the crowd. The first thing Prudence did
was scream out, “Mihai!” and then she ran off to find
him.

***

Lydia
decided she liked this. She was laid down, basically, her arms on an
ottoman in the closet, her legs on the floor, her backside in the
air, skirt around her waist, and undies around her ankles.

As
he knelt, Vlad was being quite attentive, pushing his fingers in and
out of her, occasionally teasing her clitoris with another finger. He
kept stroking and teasing, and Lydia was cooing and whining.

“Da
... te rog? Te rog?” Yes … please? Please? “Hnnm
… I want it.”

Vlad
kissed one of her backside's cheeks. “Ah, este adevărat?”
Ah, is that true?

“Pleeeeeeeease
… please please?” She released a long moan and trembled.

And,
quickly, he pants and underwear was down, and he had shoved his penis
into her vagina. He pulled on her long pearl necklace like a leash,
but only pulled enough to remind her that he had the strand.

Lydia
howled. She pushed her hips back into his thrusts. She really forgot
there was a party in the house. She just wanted him to keep this pace
up.

Just
…

Don't
…

Stop
…

O
invazie a salutat.

A
welcomed invasion.

Some
hair fell from her updo. She barely noticed.

Soon
the pressure was overwhelming her senses, and her face warmed. She
shrieked as if in a horrible state of agony, her fingers digging into
the ottoman. Vlad grunted and dug his fingers into her skin.

When
they were properly dressed again they exited the large closet and
then exited the bedroom. Prudence found them as they joined the
party; her brow was too furrowed for such a young person. “Claire
stole one of your presents,” she told Lydia. “Now I can't
find her. Her parents don't know where she is either.”

The
first thing Lydia said was, “Vlad, if you put that video on the
Internet, I won't respect you anymore.”

Vlad
leaned into her, kissed her ear, and whispered, “Lasă-mă
să văd sânge pe ea?” Let me see her blood?

Lydia
stomped on his foot, but he ignored it. “Brunhilde nu ar
place,” Lydia said to him. Brunhilde wouldn't like it.

He
turned back to Prudence. “Which present did she steal?”

“The
smallest one,” answered Prudence.

“She
is an idiot, a spiteful idiot,” Vlad said, looking back at
Lydia and smiling. “A kneaded eraser is in that box.”

Lydia
blinked up at him. “Wow, that's a cheapie, coming from you.”

He
shrugged. “I thought you would like a small and inexpensive
gift.”

“Well,
they are fun to play with,” Lydia said with a tiny smile
forming on her face. “Are you gonna freak out over this?”

“Only
slightly,” Vlad told her.

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