watched for any signs of loss of control and was ready to step in and pull Sahar from the mortal before any harm could be
done. At a noise by his side, he glanced over his shoulder and noticed Anecita climbing the stairs. With an arch of a brow he
asked her a silent question.
“Pues, I can’t watch this; it’s too much for me. Call me if things get out of control,” a slight pant escaped her control as a
gentle scent of her arousal reached his nostrils.
“Lusty lesbian!” Fernando mockingly whispered and shook his head, then returned his attention to the new initiate and mortal.
Sahar’s breathing was labored as her hands roamed freely over the mortal body. Pleased by her attentiveness, Fernando
nodded to himself as he knelt before the two. Kneeling in a crouching position he watched carefully as he reached out with
his vampire senses. He felt the hunger gnawing at Sahar’s innards and felt her hesitation. The underlying fears emerged even
as her bodily cravings began to surface.
“Hija, reach out with your mind, feel her thoughts,” Fernando whispered as he moved closer to the bed. As if in prayer he
clasped his hands together as he closed his eyes. He could hear her thoughts as clearly as his own. Each time he felt Sahar’s
fear, he reached out to soothe her. When he felt her first tentative steps into the immortal world, he nodded and spoke soft
words of encouragement.
“Yes, Sahar, do you feel her?” Fernando asked at one point, and was rewarded with a slight moan. When he opened his
eyes he saw their outline in the darkness. With the sheet fallen from her back, he watched as the initiate was rubbing her
pelvis over Magdalena’s raised knee. The new vampire was slowly kissing the mortal’s lips as her hand was buried between
the soft, pliant legs of the mortal woman. Ever dutiful Sahar experimented with her new powers and sent forth soothing
thoughts as her fingers brought delight to Magdalena. Each time the mortal felt fear, the Persian was quick to ease the
emotions. Only when she began to climb toward her own climax, did it feel like her grip loosened. With an angry growl,
Sahar’s features instantly changed to the beast of the night even as the mortal looked away and bared her neck for her
immortal lover.
“N-No….” Fernando heard a slight moan from Sahar as she shook her head negatively.
“Si, Hija, this is the only way. Do not fear; I will not let you hurt her. Trust me, Hija. Trust your papi,” he cooed softly as
he reached out and stroked her back.
Sahar seemed to take strength from his touch and with a groan of pleasure she lowered herself to Magdalena’s neck.
Fernando knew the moment that the maid’s flesh was pierced when he heard her cry out in pleasure and pain. The sudden
aroma of her desires filled the room as the Persian greedily drank of her life-giving offer.
“Si, Hija, si. Drink what Magdalena has to offer. It is love, Hija. She gives to you out of her love. Always cherish such a
gift, always cherish such a love,” Fernando spoke the same words that were spoken to him those many years ago.
With eyes closed he carefully monitored both souls. The male vampire felt his beloved baby slowly growing stronger as the
mortal rose in pleasure. As wave after wave of orgasm rocked Magdalena’s body, Sahar held fast. Only when Fernando
lightly touched her back did a shockwave seemed to sear the Persian’s soul.
“Ya, Honey, enough,” was all he said as she pulled away. With head thrown back Sahar closed her eyes as her hips ground
down on her lover’s body. A guttural cry of pleasure came from deep in her chest even as the fresh blood dripped from her
sharp canine teeth. Only when her orgasm ended did Sahar fall like a rag doll over the mortal’s body.
“Hija, lick Magdalena’s wounds. You need to close them, Honey. Do it now,” Fernando spoke softly to his baby and
watched as she obediently complied. When she stopped, he leaned over the maid and inspected the wounds. Pleased by
what he saw, he released a sigh as he began to remove Sahar’s limp body off of the woman.
“No, please,” Magdalena whispered as she wrapped her arms protectively around Sahar’s fatigued body. When Fernando
noticed the slight smile on her face, he nodded as a sigh escaped his control. He gently pulled the covers over the two, and
then brushed the palm of his hand over the maid’s arm.
“Thank you,” he whispered before he tucked the blanket around the two.
Before he could even finish, Fernando felt the two begin to fall asleep. As quietly as a church mouse, he rose and walked up
the steps to the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen, Anecita looked at him expectantly. After he nodded, the dark haired
woman released a sigh as she poured some orange juice into a glass and then removed a straw from a drawer to take to
Magdalena.
Fernando felt a slight chill as he paced in the kitchen. Pulling his robe closer around his body, he began to wonder what was
to become of their clan. Briannon would be taking her revenge out on Shannon, and that is how it was meant to be. By
nighttime Aurore would be returned to them as well. And Sahar, with this first feeding over he knew that she was now on her
way toward fully entering into the immortal world.
When Anecita walked back into the kitchen, she glanced at him as she put the empty glass into the sink. With an arch of a
brow, she examined him closely. Sensing his inner turmoil, she tilted her head, brushed aside the long strands of her hair, and
turned to him.
“Que, Chica?” she finally asked.
Fernando felt his breath catch in his chest. As he looked deeply into Anecita’s eyes his eyes grew misty. In hopes of staving
off the tears, he began to fan his face as he blinked away the wetness. Then, when all hope was lost, he sighed as the
droplets fell heedlessly down his cheeks.
“Our baby is growing up!” he wailed as he fell into Anecita’s arms.
In a single, swift move, his best friend sat in a chair and pulled him close. As he knelt before her, he wrapped his arms around
her torso as he allowed the stress and anxiety to leave his body. With little else to do, he wept uncontrollably.
“She’s growing up, our little baby is growing up!” he wept. “She won’t be my baby for long,” the words came from him like
a miniature whimper.
“Ya, ya, mujer, it will be fine,” Anecita cooed as she rubbed his back. “She’ll always be your baby. No matter what
happens, Sahar will always be your hija,” his best friend assured.
Despite her words of comfort, Fernando could not help but feel a bit of fear. He remembered back to the time of his initiation
and his gentle lover, Antón. The lessons he learned were ones that he had passed on, for the first time, to his newly adopted
daughter. Although Anecita promised that Sahar would always be his baby, a part of him was afraid that he would lose the
Persian just as he lost his beloved Antón. Yes, it was true that Fernando was not Sahar’s lover, but if history repeated itself,
she would have to leave him to begin her life alone, and this pained him greatly.
As he wept uncontrollably, Fernando closed his eyes and held fast to his best friend. Anecita spoke soft words of comfort as
her strong arms held him close. Although he was fearful for what the new day would bring, he hoped that she was right. He
hoped that he would not have to lose his adopted baby, his immortal daughter, Sahar.
