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“Yes.”
“Have you had another mate?” She asked, looking over at me. I smiled down at her and chuckled.
“Why do you ask? Jealous?”
“No!” She blushed and turned so she was looking straight ahead again. We made our way down the hall and turned. Then we walked a little bit more. We arrived at the staircase and then headed down to the first floor. That was where we’d go to the kitchen and get her some food.
We walked in silence, and as we did, I watched her. She cleaned up nicely, and she looked regal and lovely. She was going to do wonderfully as a vampire. At least, once she got used to the idea. There was no doubt in my mind that Kimberly was still nervous about her new life. I couldn’t blame her for it. She had basically been thrust into a world of vampires and passion and pain, and she hadn’t asked for any of it.
Some might argue that by wandering into the Grove, she had essentially sealed her fate, but I didn’t buy it.
“Don’t run,” I told her.
“What?”
“Don’t try to escape,” I said. “You can’t.”
She glared at me.
“Who said anything about trying to escape?”
“You’re a huntress, Kimberly, and a damn good fighter. I know that you can get away with just about anything you set your mind to.”
“You’re saying I can escape.”
“I’m saying that if you try, I’m going to hunt you down, and it won’t be pretty. You aren’t the only hunter around here. In fact, you aren’t a hunter at all anymore. You’re prey. It’s time to get used to it.”
We arrived at the kitchen and went inside. Raven was sitting there at the counter, and she jumped up quickly when we walked in. She bowed her head, waiting silently.
“I trust Helena dealt with you?” I asked, ignoring her submissive stance. Raven wasn’t someone I was ever going to touch. I trusted Helena, and I knew that my second-in-command was taking good care of her vampire. Raven was something of a personal pet for Helena, and although I didn’t know the exact nature of their relationship, I had a pretty good idea.
“Yes,” Raven whispered. She looked up then and nodded.
“Good,” I said. Then I walked over to the fridge. Kimberly stood where she was, frozen. “Come here, Kimberly,” I said. Somehow, she managed to make her feet move. She kept glancing at Raven. “Stop staring at Raven,” I said.
“I can’t.”
“You’re going to have to. Look here,” I gestured to the inside of the fridge.
“What...what am I looking at?”
“Everything a little vampire like you could possibly want,” I said. “You can have blood juice or blood cookies or blood cupcakes. There are blood soups and stews and all sorts of other things involving blood.”
“I have to eat blood now,” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“But I don’t have to drink it.”
“No.”
“I thought vampires always had to drink blood,” she said.
“That’s a myth.”
“But won’t I...don’t I have to...”
“You don’t have to kill anyone,” Raven piped up. Kimberly and I both looked over at her. “Listen to Liam,” Raven added. “He knows what he’s talking about.”
