The Story of Ms. Renfield (On Hold)

Chapter Twelve: Oceans of Love

The next day in the afternoon...

"I'm sorry, Ms. Renfield. Lord Holmwood had an emergency and left abruptly. There was no word about when he would return." The assistant apologized on the phone call. Jordan thanked the person and ended the call. She turned her chair to the window, fuming now.

The realtor was okay and decided to press charges against Steward and Bellows. The realtor was a smart one and always wore a camera on their lapel in case something happened during a showing. The video that the police had gave full face and even names since there was audio. There were APB out for both men.

The security team and all available persons who worked in Drake Foundation were searching in the city and surrounding areas for the three men. Since it was just now 24 hours since the break ins occurred, Jordan knew that it would take more time to find them. She just hoped that it was soon so she could move pass this and enjoy the next step with Vlad.

A smile played on her lips as she recalled the rest of the tour. The dining room off the kitchen was majestic with the antique sideboard that was able to be restored for it was original to the house. The grand rectangle table with rounded edges and filigree inlaid that could fit 10 people with elbow room was a customed built job that had to be carried in by pieces and finished in the room like a puzzle. The idea for the style came from matching the sideboard, right down to the claw feet of the piece. Even the chairs were built from scratch to match.

The reading nook upstairs was perfect with shelves and seating. The cushion and pillows blended well with the floral patterns and shades of purple along with the warm wood. It was a cozy spot that was warmed by the sun.

The bathtub that Vlad mentioned was a dream and actually could fit the both of them in there comfortably. Granted they still had their clothes on. The on-suite bathroom was more like a luxury spa with the restored subway tile walls with the black and white floors. A stand-up shower in case in glass. A double sink. A vanity with lighting circling the mirror. The toilet tucked into its own private space with built-in shelving.

The master suite, Jordan was still at a loss for words. A wooden bed from the era, restored with a full canopy in lavender. The nightstands and the dresser were made in the style to match the bed. A full-length, free-standing mirror with real antique mirror glass was there. It was odd not to see Vlad's reflection due to the silver in the backing.

Jordan was giggling to herself as she thought how the rest of the night went, when the door to her office swung open. The red headed woman strolled in with a blood red smile on her face. Dressed in white leather pants and a soft green sweater, the woman rushed to Jordan who was standing up from her desk to greet her.

"Oceans of love, my darling Jordan. How are you?" She asked gleefully as the two women embraced in a hug. She looked over the mortal woman. "You are more beautiful than the last time I saw you. You are aging like wine. I would have aged like milk." She faked a pout.

"Lucy, when did you get into town?" Jordan asked happily. "I thought that you were gathering intel about what the Corp was doing to London."

"I flew in about two days ago. From what I learned, the Corp itself actually went belly up several years ago. Holmwood and Steward were keeping up the front to hide their illicit activities." She told Jordan while brushing a stray lock of hair from Jordan's face. "With everything happening here now, Vlad wanted an extra set of eyes and ears about." Lucy West, formerly known as Lucy Westenra, who was seduced and turned into a vampire during Vlad's presence in London in 1899. "That and I wanted to see my dearest friend. So, tell me all about what has been happening between you and Vlad." Lucy moved to the chair while Jordan shut and locked the door.

"We've kissed. Laid in each other's arms while sleeping. That's all." Jordan admitted like a shy schoolgirl. "I worry that with everything happening, it will drive us apart." Jordan sat down at her desk and offered Lucy a bag of blood.

"My sweet girl." Lucy reached for Jordan's hand. She squeezed it gently. "Of all the people who deserved to be happy and loved, it is you. This moment is just the dark before the dawn. When the time is right, your passion for each other will overflow." The two women giggled.

Jordan bit her lip. "Lucy, I hate to ask, but I want to know. Just so I know what I am getting into with Vlad when..."

"When?" Lucy asked with her eyebrow cocked up. Her delicate mouth formed an O, realizing what Jordan meant. "Well, it was over hundred and twenty years ago. If I recall, now I was thrall for the first time so..."

"The first time?" Jordan asked curious. "So, you two had..." Her mouth screwed up in a pinch way to figure out just how to say what she wanted to say.

"Sex. Fucking. Shagging." Lucy listed a few terms off. "It was meaningless for the both of us and no passion whatsoever."

"So, bad?" Jordan was blunt.

"Goodness, no!" Lucy laughed out loud. "The physical sensation was wonderful. He knew what he was doing then. Hopefully he still knows what to do now." She joked. Lucy sighed. "I have only been with one other person who could me make boneless."

"Who?" Jordan asked, wanting the juicy details.

Lucy smiled seductive at Jordan, letting her eyes lingered slowly down Jordan. "You. During the summer of your fourth year of college. You came on holiday to London and stay with me in my flat. If it wasn't for the fact that we went sightseeing nearly every day, we would have spent the entire time in bed, devouring each other." Lucy licked her lips. "I still haven't found a person, male or female who could eat my pussy as well as you."

"I remember." Jordan blushed at the memories of their bodies moving together, tangled up in silk sheets. How Lucy worshiped her body, making Jordan felt like a beloved deity. Lucy was not Jordan's first female lover, but she held the title of making Jordan orgasm multiple times in one night. And every night they spent together. "Does Vlad know?"

"Did you tell him?" Lucy answered with a question. "That summer was just for us, darling. No one else. It was fun and passionate. Fueled so many of my fantasies over the years. The beauty that got away." Lucy booped Jordan's nose.

"For us." Jordan agreed. "Now, where are you staying and let's go have drinks tonight?" Jordan asked and suggested for she wanted to enjoy some time with an old friend.

"Since your condo is vacant, I am staying there in case those fools return. I will keep the bloodshed to a minimum if I can." Lucy replied. "And yes, to drinks. Vlad's new club. I did hear about that little red dress. Dare to wear it again?" Lucy smiled sweetly at Jordan.

"If I do, he might rip it off and ravish me on that desk." Jordan joked.

"Oh, I hope he does." Lucy shimmied a bit.

Author notes: what do you think about the appearance of Lucy? I always felt she got shafted in the stories. Her character could have had a great arch if given a chance. 

What to know how Lucy survived her staking? Interested in reading about the summer with Jordan and Lucy in London? Let me know.  :X <3