NightLock

Chapter Thirteen

I laughed when I opened the door to Kyrie's room and saw her jumping on the bed while Tyler painted a full moon and stars onto the ceiling which I had already painted midnight blue just like the her room at home.

"There's my baby!" I said as Kyrie jumped straight off the bed and directly into my arms giggling with her soft, wavy curls bouncing, she reminded me so much of her mother.

"Mommy, look Daddy said he'd paint my new room to look just like my old one at Uncle Devan's  house!" Kyrie said as I moved her around to where she sat on my hip.

"Did he really!? Did you give him some loves and tell him thank you for painting your room the way you like it?' I said as I moved her hair out of her eyes.

"I couldn't he wouldn't let me he climbed up the ladder and I couldn't reach him anymore!"

"He did! Well, I guess we'll just have to get him back down then won't we?" I said as I sat her down and looked up at where Tyler stood on the ladder, with a wink at Kyrie and when Tyler had lowered the brush from the star he had been painting and gave the ladder just enough of a nudge that he had to jump off.

"Star, what was that fo-"

"Daddy!" Kyrie yelled as she jumped from her bed and onto his back interrupting his question.

"Hey, Kyrie." He said as he grabbed her off his back and flipped her into the air gently catching as she laughed.

"Thank you so so much for painting my room like my old one, Daddy!" She said as she threw her arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his cheek.

"I'll do anything to make you and your mommy happy, Baby girl, now why don't you keep jumping on the bed while me and Mommy go make breakfast."

"Okay, Daddy!" She said as she happily jumped out of his arms and climbed back onto her bed and went back to bouncing.

I smiled as Tyler kissed her on the cheek and walked with me downstairs into the kitchen. Kyrie and had moved in the day after my first night in the house with Tyler. He knew my secret about Kyrie and yet he still hadn't said anything about it even though we'd been in the house over a week and a half, which Kyrie had been right within ear shot of us most of the time so that was probably the reason he never said anything. I was getting out pans to make some sausage, bacon, and pancakes when Tyler finally spoke.

"Who's child is she, Star." He said as I froze in the middle of mixing the batter for the pancakes.

"W-what do you mean?" I said as I sat the bowl down and turned to face him.

"Kyrie, Star, who's her real mother?" He said looking me dead in the eye with his hand firmly planted on the island counter-top.

"How do you know I'm not her mother?"  I said looking back at him with the same steady gaze.

"Because, Star, I was the first person you ever had sex with and you know it," He said as I looked away and memories of Kyrie's mother on her deathbed came flooding back so quickly that tears sprung into my eyes, "Tell me, Star, please."

So with a deep breath I began the tale of how Kyrie was my daughter now.

"A long time ago, when I was only eleven, my cousin and I were kidnapped from our rooms when I was staying over at her house and we were kept prisoners for a year in some rogue base." I said as I continued to mix batter, " My cousin was four years older than me and while they only drank blood from me for power, they were constantly raping Carrie forcing me to watch every time. God, I wanted to kill them so much because of what they were doing to her, she was practically my sister and I was being forced to watch as each and everyone of them took their turn on her."

"Well, eventually, Carrie got pregnant just like they knew she would and for the first time since we had been taken we were fed real food so they could make sure that the baby would be healthy when born. Carrie died giving birth and made me promise that I would protect her baby, Kyrie, I still hear how she was screaming that night in my nightmares and how those awful bastards were laughing at her calling her weak and a stupid whore that couldn't handle the consequences of being a slut that slept around. I escaped that night with Kyrie sleeping in my arms, Carrie's parents blame me for Carrie's death but they refused to take Kyrie saying that she was no grand daughter of theirs if she had the taint of some vile rogue's blood." I continued as I distractedly poured the pancakes into a pan to begin cooking the pancakes.

"So, I raised Kyrie and one night when I was fifteen I followed the path I had marked back to the base and killed everyone of those nasty bastards that took my best friend away from me. I went to that fucking hell hole and I made each and every one of them suffer just like we did the whole time they kept us there. I chained them to those walls with blessed silver just like they had done to us and I beat the hell out of them just like they did to us.   She looks so much like Carrie that sometimes it hurts to look at her."

Finally the tears streamed down my face and I felt Tyler's arms slip around me and gently pulled me away from the stove and into the warm embrace of his arms. He planted a feather light kiss upon my lips and gently wiped the tears off of my face. I had gathered my composure again by the time Kyrie came running down as I was setting the table and was making her strawberry smoothie that she drinks with her breakfast every morning because it has the blood she needs to survive but hates to drink plain mixed into it.

I looked at my daughter and my mate laughing and eating together as I cleaned the kitchen and in that moment I loved Tyler for saving me that day more than I ever thought I would. My daughter, my mate, and me. Finally, for the first time since I was five years old my life was normal and I was really truly happy and it would stay that way, at least until the ritual.