The Harvest Moon

Chapter five

This tall, elegant creature walked forward, taking my hand helping me up. “You must be the woman my son has been crazy about for the past decade.” he kissed my knuckles and smiled. I saw two fangs, just as big as Dylan’s.

“Um yes, my names Alana.” I said smiling. Wet hair sticking to my neck and back. My clothes clinging to me, and these jeans becoming very n comfortable.

“Well, Miss Alana. I am very happy to meet you. As you are probably aware of ,my son can be very hard to live with. Let alone be around.” he grabbed a towel, holding it open for me.

“yes, well you get used to it. But the snoring is just awful.” his father smiling at me led me out of the room.

“Oh he snores now does he?” how did he NOT know Dylan snored.

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She walked out of the bathroom, in the arms of my father. Her body dripping from water. They both left me alone in here, only the running water as company. He seems to like her, hopefully this goes over well and I can get her out of m house. And what did she mean I snore? I knew she would go along with my plan, if I told her only partial of the reason I needed her help. She is still only human.

Turning off the water, I began chasing after them. Alana, standing there by the window with the moonlight shimmering off the water that fell from her hair, her long eyelashes, that small button nose. She honestly was an attractive woman, with all the right curves in all the right places. And those eyes, big, round, beautiful, just the right size for her round cheeks. Her tiny waist enlarging her breast and bottom. She did look amazing. I have seen attractive woman in my time, but for a mortal, she was high in the list.

“Father, I need to borrow Alana for a moment. Why don’t you head to your room, unpack and get settled. You remember Andrew? He’ll help.”

Andrew was standing in the door way with my fathers bags, he was smiling. I don’t know how he could smile, that odor, musky odor him and his son both produced. It may be a werewolf thing, but it still bothered the hell out of me. And his son, his scent was all over Alana, I was aware he carried her home, but why do I feel something more happened. And if so, why did it bother me? She was a house guest for the next week, that was it. Of course she was pretending to be my lover. Either way it shouldn’t bother me what that mutt does, or who he does.

“Ok son. Alana.” father nodded and walked out following Andrew. I walked over to Alana, she was patting herself dry,

“You can get a shower.”

I said smiling down to her. She was tall, about five foot nine, but still shorter than me, her forehead was to my nose.

She looked up at me, those big green eye, batting her lashes,

“really? Or are you going to throw me into the tub next?”

“only if you want me to.”

she was a smart-ass. But feisty. I like that. She was glaring t me, and boy did that glare work for her. She was so damn sexy, wet with her clothes sticking to her in just the right places. Much like the first night. Even thought my intentions were pure. Almost. When she ran out and coming back soaking wet. I couldn’t help it. And in white. Purest of all colors a woman could wear when wet. And right now, I wanted her to strip of all clothing, again, and lay out on that bed, let me do as I wish. And what I wish was further from pure than the devil him self.

“no, I think I’ll pass. But I need clothes.”

“Oh, actually. I went out and got a few thing. Some jeans, a dress or two. Jackie’s shirts seem to fit. And three pajama outfits.” she was looking at me, surprised. “what?” I asked, cant a guy go out and buy female clothing.

“Oh and as well and panties an bras. Since I already knew your size.” I winked at her and she blushed. Her round cheeks turning beet red. Obviously remembering how I found out her size. Even though it was a sinful night, I didn’t g through with my actions. I could have. And she couldn’t of done a thing about it. Just those damn eyes. Big and pleading.

“oh, um thanks.” she mumbled as she walked past me into the bathroom. The door shut, and locked.

Now to have a word with my father,

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I found my father sitting in my study, he was going through some old papers, bills mostly.

“hello father.” I said as I was entering the room, making my self known. He didn’t look up.

“hello son.”

“So what do you think of Alana?”

“Very charming.”

“Ah.”

This was good, he liked her.

“She is something huh?” I said sitting in the other chair across from my desk.

“Yes she sure is. How much are you paying her?”

Did he honestly think I would pay a girl to pretend to be my girlfriend? I didn’t need to pay a girl. Just threaten her life.

“ I am not paying her father.” he glanced up from looking at those papers.

Why was he such a brood. So negative towards me. So I didn’t find the love of my life like he did. He had his perfect woman. Or did that is. She’s been missing and presumed ash by now, I’m sure of it. Three hundred years, and not even a letter? Mortals go seven years and then presume their loved ones dead, reaping the benefits.

“no, I guess your not. Where did you find her?”

“Maryland.”

“Nice state, which area?”

“Baltimore region.”

“beautiful city.”

“not really, London is a beautiful city, but Baltimore?”

“Well, son. I’ll be here for a week, I’ll be able to see if the two of you truly are in love,. If not.”

“if not, my funds are cut,”

“yes and you will participate-”

“yes father, I know.”

I knew exactly what he was talking bout. Just one of the major social events in vampire society. Not to be apart, not claiming the title that was by birth right, mine. No I wont stand for it. Not at all.

“Sir, the miss is looking for you.” Andrew came in, stepping in for our butler, it was Sunday and he had the day off.

“Thank you. If you’ll excuse me father.” I said turning to him but he was already walking out the door toward Alana. She was wearing the jeans I bought, black. A pair of Jackie’s boots, a dark purple tank top and her hair was pulled up into a high pony tail. Away from those amazing eyes.

“wow.” I breathe as father was taking her by the arm, leading her up the stairs to the drawing room. As they walked past me I heard him compliment her, about how beautiful she looked. My stomach turned. I didn’t like this. Following them to the Drawing room, Alana sat down on the seat in the bay window looking out the window. Father was sitting opposite from her, canvas and charcoal. He was drawing her. I could draw her if I wanted.

“Hold still now, miss Alana.”

“Please just call me Alana.”

I watched as her chest rose and fell. But other than that, she didn’t move a muscle. She was looking out the window, as if watching for something. Again the light hit her perfectly. A breeze came through the opened window, blowing through her hair. Swaying her ponytail slightly. I watched my father draw her, he was a master artist. Every piece he did looked amazing, and with Alana as his model, this piece was sure to look great.

“Well than Alana, is there a last name?” he asked, she was smiling as her eye caught sight of something.

“Lovell, Alana Lynn Lovell.” just than my father dropped his charcoal, as he was picking it up he gave me a concerned look. He must have been thinking the same thing as me. Now I know what she was, why her blood tasted so bad. Why it made me want to vomit. Hat name only meant for sure one thing.