Free Paranormal Romance: Chosen By Two Vampires (New Adult Threesome Vampire Romance Short Stories MFM Menage MMF Alpha) by A.J. Lewis

Chapter One
     
    “Ah, now I understand,” said Jenny.  “Gosh, how was I so stupid not to get that.”
    She checked in the mirror at the line of cars behind her all heading to the coast.
    “I thought it was strange,” she continued.  “I couldn't quite work out why you wanted to go to a traditional seaside resort.  Seemed like the most boring place in the world.  I mean, I couldn't imagine you'd be wanting to sit in a deck chair all day look at the sea.  You don't even like fish and chips.”
    Jenny paused as they came to a roundabout and like all the other traffic, they took the coast road.
    “Do you know,” she asked, “I even thought you might have picked Whitby because of me.  Because I was talking about the holidays at the seaside when I was a child.  I almost invited your grandparents.”
    Jenny unwrapped a boiled sweet and popped it in her mouth.
    “So it's right then, is it?  That's the reason you wanted to have a holiday here, is it?  Bloody Dracula.”
    There was no answer and Jenny turned to look at daughter to see she had her headphones on and was absorbed in her phone. 
    Jenny tapped her knee.  “Ana,” she said, “I'm talking to you.”
    Ana looked up and scowled.  She took her earphones out.
    “What do you want?”
    “Dracula,” said Jenny.  “That's why you wanted to come to Whitby, isn't it?”
    Ana looked at the line of traffic ahead.  “Maybe,” she said. 
    Jenny laughed.  “I knew it.  I can't believe we are even having a Goth holiday.”
    “It's not Goth,” said Ana.
    “Well, Emo, or whatever.  It looks like Goth to me.”
    “Mum,” said Ana, the frustration rising in her voice, “I've told you, its steam punk.”
    “Steam punk,” said Jenny.  “What on Earth is that?”  But Ana was no longer listening.
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    Jenny went back to her earphones and Jenny turned up the radio.  The local station was playing a 90s hour and she sang along as the wound their way closer to the coast.  At one point they played The Cure and she thought about mentioning it to Ana but changed her mind. 
    The traffic thinned and they began to make good time.  They sped over the moors, purple in the August sunlight.  Sheep roamed in gangs and Jenny realized she felt happy with the window open and the music playing.  It was an unusual sensation and it almost made her nostalgic for a time when happiness came easily.  Perhaps  the holiday wouldn't be all that bad.
    No, she thought, it was no good getting sentimental or getting her hopes up.  She had learned that well enough. 
    Still, when they crested the brow of the hill and the sea came into view, a gray-blue line against the sky, Jenny couldn't help but smile.
    “Hurray!” she said,” the sea.  Ana look.”
    But Ana ignored her and continued jabbing out a message to someone else in another place entirely.  
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    As they came into the town Jenny pulled over and said, “Ok sweetheart, can you give me the map of the bed and breakfast.”
    “It's on my phone,” said Ana and Jenny held out her hand.  “I'll direct you,” said Ana.
    “It would be easier if I have a look. It's not easy to drive around here.  The streets are really narrow.”
    “If you just drive, I'll tell you which way to go.”
    Jenny sighed.  “Alright, have it your way.”  She drove on through the narrow winding streets of the town.  The houses were all painted white and seagulls stationed themselves on chimney tops.  Jenny had forgotten how pretty it was.
    “You need to be over there,” said Ana, pointing across her to the right.
    “That's not really possible, honey,” said Jenny. 
    “You need to be over there,” repeated Ana.
    “If you took your nose out of your phone, you'd see there was a river in the way.”
    They drove back to bridge and Jenny looked over the River Esk with the fishing boats tied to the dock and the blue and white cottages and the tourists eating ice cream.
    “Isn't it lovely,” she