A Lusty Turn

Chapter 13

            13

The next few days put an enormous amount of stress on everyone. Anne had not been consuming the amount of blood that Katrina would have liked her to. She wasn't at all interested in sex. She spent most of her time in the coffin, even during the nighttime hours.

She said it made it easier for her to think. She was preparing exactly what to say when she had to hand her title over. The plan was to wait till the fourth day, then head up to Alaska and rest for the night, and on the fifth day officially declare Saoirse the Queen.

Anne knew there would be many questions that she would have to answer and eventually she would have to have Katrina and Jason involved. For the moment however, she just focused on herself.

Katrina on the other hand just wanted to be involved. No matter how much she tried, Anne pushed her away. It made Katrina feel like she had failed in her making.

Katrina would sit in the gathering room, staring on the flames of the fire, focusing on the different patterns that the flames would give off. She would drink her blood slowly, and not say a thing.

As for Jason, he did his best for his maker and for his shared protégé. It was to no avail, so Katrina allowed him to have his time with Julia one on one. Julia had invited her to join them, but she had Anne on her mind, and didn't feel like putting that feeling aside.

As Katrina sat in the gathering room one evening trying to not listen to the sounds of Jason and Julia, the lesbian couple and one of the gay men couples sat down and joined her. They all had a glass of blood that they were drinking. She smiled at them as they sat and rose her glass to them. They did the same in return.

"Tell us babe, what's wrong?" The werevamp Francisco asked.

Katrina looked at him and his smooth brown skin which was shiny to her. He was from a rare group of werewolves that were called Red Fox Wolfs. They were only found in Puerto Rico. They were called this because when they turned into their werewolf form, they looked more like foxes, with red, brown or tan fur.

He had this glow, that Katrina wondered if anyone else could see or if it was just her. His maker Patrick was a white male, who had an unusual grey tint to him. They both looked at Katrina waiting for her response.

She swirled her glass of blood and took a sip. She looked at the two couples and took a deep breath.

"Tell me, what did you all have to do when you left your pack? How was it? What should we expect?"

The male couple each took a sip of blood. "I was long kicked out because of my sexual desires," Francisco mentioned. "My maker," he pointed to, who was a heavier, very muscular and tall with dark skin named Arnold, "took me in when I was kicked out of my pack."

Katrina's eyes opened wide. "Wow! Really? Just like that?"

Francisco nodded. "He found me in some alley in New Orleans, I was just about to stab myself with a sterling silver knife, then next thing I knew I woke up and I was a werevamp. He had bitten me to stop me from killing myself."

Katrina looked at them with confusion. "You mean you two didn't fuck?"

"No. At least not that night. Not when I was turned."

"I always thought fucking was part of the ritual."

Everyone laughed. "Sounds like someone really just wanted to fuck you." Samantha, the werevamp said.