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Audrey smiled, liking the sound of that. She was tired and let the peacefulness of sleep overtake her as she whispered, "Yes,
forever."
Epilogue
Audrey placed a hand on her rounded stomach and smiled as Porter came into her father s study. He grinned mischievously,
instantly going to her side to give her a kiss. It was amazing to her how her life had changed, but it was so much better. Her
mother was alive, and after a suitable amount of yelling and crying directed at both her parents Audrey was able to forgive their
deception. It did bring her Porter and for that she was grateful.
She was learning to control her fairy magic. Unfortunately, changing her clothing on a whim and throwing objects magically about
a room when she was mad--or overly hormonal--was about the extent of that power. Her mother was a little disappointed that
she hadn t inherited more from her, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Her father released her vampiric powers, much to her dismay. It was bad enough being pregnant, without adding more pressure.
However, she was learning to handle her new vampiric gifts, all except for the odd craving of salty foods--namely blood, which
she refused to drink. Well, maybe once or twice she bit her husband during sex, but that didn t count. Audrey giggled.
"What s so funny?" Porter asked, coming up from kissing her rounded belly.
"Nothing," she grinned. It was amazing how much closer they d gotten with time. At first, there had been some adjusting, but their
stubborn ways finally did catch up to what their hearts and brains already knew. "Just thinking."
"Of?"
"Us," she giggled again.
"Care to share why thinking of us is so funny?" Porter asked, moving to tickle her sides.
"No." Audrey giggled again and the baby kicked her in protest. She flinched, rubbing her stomach. "Ow. Your son is beating me
today."
"He doesn t like you teasing his father," Porter laughed, rubbing his face against her stomach. "Do you, boy?"
The baby kicked the side of his face and they both started laughing.
"He s strong," Porter said with a measure of pride.
"Just like his father," Audrey sighed dreamily, leaning in to accept her husband s kisses.
"Mm," he agreed, adding, "Just like his mother."
"Oh, really!"
Porter and Audrey parted to see Clara hovering in the doorway. Audrey had been a little stunned to see her mother s wings for
the first time, but now she was used to it.
Clara shook her head. "Every time I turn around I find you two--lip locked!"
"We really should get our own place," Audrey said, nuzzling Porter s cheek.
"We have our own place," Porter answered, well aware they were talking solely for Clara s benefit. "I m just not done torturing
Dorian and your mother."
"Oh!" Clara huffed, flying away.
Audrey giggled and no more words were needed between them as Porter lifted his wife into his arms and carried her off towards
their room.
The End
FATE OF THE HEART
By
Mandy M. Roth
Dedication:
Michelle, not only do you not mind the frantic late night emergency calls you seem to encourage them. Thanks for always being
there to help verify that I m well on my way to creating another bizarre tale, and thanks for adding your own weirdness to the mix.
Prologue
France, 1754
Jean-Pierre ran forward, unable to make sense of the carnage around him. The smell of blood was thick in the air and the demon
within him wanted to rise up.
Who could have done such a thing? Why would they want to tear his home apart?
"Elise Marie, ma sucré?" Panic ripped through him as he searched through the destruction. The walls had been torched and the
smell of death clung to the air. Running full force through his home, he stumbled over the something. He gasped as he looked
down to find Elise Marie s limp body lying on the cold floor.
Pulling her into his arms, he held her tight. "Why?" he cried out as he rocked his wife of one night in his arms. She d agreed to the
turning and he d been prepared to bring her over to an eternal life of youth and strength. But it had all been ripped away from him.
Stolen, in just the blink of an eye.
"I swear that I will avenge your death. All who did this will feel my wrath."
Jean-Pierre let his fangs extend and felt his eyes shifting colors. There would be no mercy for the ones who had slain his wife, his
sweet Elise Marie. It mattered not that they had most likely come to slay him--the great vampire who had lived among them in
peace for so many years. His own foolish heart had led him out amongst the living. When he d seen Elise Marie s sweet face, he d
known that she was the one for him. The one that would be his wife--his life mate.
The townspeople were suspicious of his affection for one of their own and had come to put an end to him.
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