Sweeter Than Wine

The Stipulation

George and I stare at Samuel, George tapping his arm impatiently with his fingers.

Samuel grins wickedly at us, crossing his legs, appraising us with a sickly fervid glee.

"You two, are going to become parents! How exciting!" He sings, his smile only growing wider.

I furrow my eyebrows, his words taking a few seconds to sink in, "....what?"

"I said," Samuel begins, rising to his feet, "that you're going to become parents. You two will be creating the next Psyche for me, in case of another little accident-"

I angrily cut him off, pushing George aside with an astonishing strength, "excuse me? What did you just fucking say?"

I'm in front of him in seconds, my hand gripping his throat with bruising force, slamming him back down into the couch.

"How dare you talk like that to me." My voice is almost unrecognizable, low and gruff, my fangs scraping my lip with every word.

Suddenly I'm being pulled back. I turn to see the three men pulling me quickly away. My eyes flick to George, who is closing in on us, fire burning in his chocolate eyes.

With a growl I tear from their hold easily, lunging back to Samuel.

I grab his shirt in both of my fists, lips pulled back in a snarl.

"I should make you suffer, just like you made me....you rotten bastard, I-"

A painful prick stops me mid sentence, my hold on Samuel loosening and my head beginning to swim.

I fall backward into George's waiting arms, my consciousness rapidly fading.

I look to Samuel, eyes narrowing. "...I will....win...." I don't even register George's words as I slip into the abyss.

***George's POV***

"What did you do to her you filthy fuck!" I roar, holding _____ protectively against my chest.

He chuckles, the sound grating on my every last nerve.

"Now that she's not causing such a.." he rubs his bruising neck, "...ruckus...you'd better calmly listen. Or you won't like the consequences. I can promise you. So keep that yap shut."

I lay ______ down gently on the couch opposite Samuel and sit next to her, keeping a protective arm laced around her waist.

I grimace at him, nodding my head for him to continue on.

"Now, as I was saying before angel face interrupted me. The only way you are staying with her, is if you guys get busy."

My eye twitches in anger, but I stay silent, holding _____ tighter.

"And if you, for what ever reason, can't, or don't want to get busy with that gorgeous, sexy-"

I growl, baring my fangs to him, "She is not some object! Don't you dare talk about her that way!"

He holds his hand up in warning, silencing me. "I don't care what you don't want to hear, George. This is the condition of you want to stay with her: You will put a baby in her. You will make me a new Psyche. And if you're uncooperative, then, perhaps I will."

I stare at him, the rage rolling off of me in thick waves. He smirks, standing from his seat. "Oh, and one more thing, Georgie. I'm going to need you to get blood from her for me every few days."

He grabs the abandoned bin they came in with and brings it over to me, opening the lid revealing syringes.

I gawp at him, "I'm not a bloody doctor, I don't know how-"

"I'll demonstrate. I'd like some to go. She's so....divine...."

He opens a package, "I won't need more than a syringe full. It's not hard. Even you can do it."

He turns her arm, expertly inserting the needle, quickly drawing her sweet blood until the syringe is full.

He places the cap back on the needle, twisting it off, pocketing the vial of her blood, tossing the used needle on the coffee table.

"Have a few ready for me in two days. And George, I'd think for your sake, you'd better get her on board with a little baby Harrison." He walks off without another word, the three goons following quickly behind him, slamming the door as they exit.

I look down at ______'s peaceful face, despair pulling at my heart.

"...what are we going to do, love...." I ask, stroking her cheek. I lift her arm up to close the gently weeping needle prick.

She makes a small noise, turning her head slightly toward me. I let her arm down gently, her fingers splayed on her abdomen.

A fleeting image of the future, of her resting her hand over her child, our child, passing through my mind. A warming joy spreading quickly before I can suppress it.

There's nothing more I'd like than to marry her and start a family. Just...not under these circumstances...I want her to have a beautiful, extravagant day just for her.

I want to go on trips, to see the world together. Be able to live in peace..no fear of her life being in danger...Give her the life that was taken away from her.....

My thoughts are interrupted by a crash in the basement. I look back down at _______ before reluctantly running off to investigate.