Free Wild Ones by Cassie Black Page A

Thank
you."
    "Come on then."
We went to the bedroom, and stretched out side by side on the bed,
and I turned the TV on. We debated the potential advantages of the
various programs on offer, and finally settled for a well known,
and extremely funny sitcom. Annie walked in a short while later
with a large tray. She placed it on the bedside table, briefly
introduced herself to Jen, who reciprocated, and then she left.
    "She seems
nice," Jen said while we divided up the contents of the tray.
    "She's OK. And
so's her daughter, Steph, although she's a bit loopy too."
    "Who were
the two guys who rescued me and brought me here?" she asked, trying
not to appear too curious. Ha! I thought, little does she know that
one of them is going to be a sure
thing for her. I wondered if I had made a mistake
coming down here to talk to her. What I had to say would probably
frighten her more than not knowing anything.
    "The dark one
is Julius, and the one with blonde hair is Atticus."
    "They
were so fast. They just came in and shot those things to pieces. Are they OK? I think they might
have been hurt. Those things had knives."
    "Oh, they'll be
fine," I said dryly.
    "What were
those things?"
    "Vampires," I
said laconically, wondering how she'd react.
    "I thought they
might be. They had fangs and black eyes and these enormous..."
    "Yes, I know,"
I said, marvelling at how easily she had accepted a bizarre
explanation, that also just so happened to be true.
    "Why me?"
    "Because you
smell right," I told her. She looked puzzled, so I launched into an
explanation of the whole vampire and human woman business. I
explained about vampire law, and the protection that pregnancy
offered.
    "Does it hurt?"
she wanted to know. I knew exactly what she meant.
    "What do
you think? And they have spikes ."
    "What?" she
squealed.
    "I know, right?
They only come out after orgasm, so if you lie dead still for
thirty minutes they go down again, and then they can withdraw." I
was actually quite stunned by the matter-of-fact way in which I was
telling her all of these things. But what stunned me even more was
the matter-of-fact way in which she accepted them.
    "So let me get
this straight. My smell attracts vampires. The only way I can
protect myself from them is to try and fall pregnant with one."
    "Got it in
one."
    She said
nothing for a few minutes, and I thought she was going to reject
the whole mad situation, as any sane person would, and run
screaming for the hills. But apparently Jen was not sane.
    "Do you know of
any vampires who could help me out here?"
    "Really?"
    "You
didn't see those things. I would do anything not to ever go through
that again. They were all going to rape me. And they were
really big ."
    "That's a
vampire thing. They're all like that."
    "Really? How
can that fit inside any woman?"
    "Carefully," I
said, remembering with a wince.
    "You?"
    "Yeah.
Atticus."
    "Are
those two vampires ?"
    "They are. And
they didn't kill me." That was the best endorsement those two could
hope for from me under the circumstances.
    "Do you think
Julius would help me? I mean, to conceive."
    "Julius would
be delighted to help you," I told her dryly. If only he could hear
this conversation, I thought. He would be grinning from ear to
ear.
    "Would you stay
with me while he does it?"
    "Er, no."
    "Please?"
    "Seriously? You
want me to be there while you have sex with a vampire? Atticus will
be there already - they kind of help each other out. Immoral
support," I laughed at my own joke.
    "They won't
hurt me if you're there," she said with conviction. I wondered
where she got that crazy theory from. They had certainly hurt
me.
    "It's going to
hurt either way," I told her. Wrong thing to say. She burst into
tears again, and I felt like an absolute rat.
    "Fine, I'll be
there. I'll even hold your hand. But I'm not watching."
    "Thank you,"
she sighed, sniffing.
    I had mixed
feelings about getting involved now. It had seemed like the right
thing to do, to make it easier for her. But