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SPECIAL THANKS: To Deb – this isn't exactly her cup of tea, but I have to thank her for looking at the story and her input. She's the reason the story reads the way it does. Her suggestions, which I used and I freely acknowledge that she should be listed as co-author, have made this a far better story than the original.
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Decisions
By A.M. Glass
"I know you don't want to hear this..."
"But..."
He smiled briefly. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" John Mason asked for the umpteenth time.
"Why am I not surprised?" she muttered to herself. "After all this time, how can you ask me that?" she replied.
"Because, I know you," he said walking towards her. "I know you're lonely..."
"Not for much longer," she answered. "And don't look at me like that..." she said, seeing his reflection in the mirror.
"Like what?"
"Like I'm crazy."
He sighed. "I never said that."
"Of course you didn't. You didn't have to," she said turning around. "Let's not forget – you've consistently tried to talk me out of this."
"I'm simply looking after you," he explained. "Think of the consequences if this doesn't go your way," he implored. "Could you survive it? I'm not sure you could, not after..."
"Don't say another word!" How dare he try to bring up...
"But..."
"Nothing," she said standing abruptly. "You don't think I've thought this through?" she asked incredulously. "I know the consequences better than you do. We both know what happened last time. And you're right," she turned away, getting control of her rising anger. "I don't think I could survive, but that's my decision, not yours. And it's one I'm willing to make."
"Why? What is it about her?"
She shook her head, cleared her thoughts and thought about John's question. What was it about her? What was it? "What is it? Without even being aware of it..." she started, her voice softened, a small smile graced her features. "She calls out to me. Her hearts calls out to me. Surely you can understand that?" she asked.
"Understand?" John replied, shaking his head. "What's to understand? You don't know her. Reports, pictures... they don't count..."
"That's where you're wrong. I do know her... my heart knows her and that's enough," she paused. "Sometimes you presume too much John."
"We have known each other for years..."
"Yes... we have, but..." she looked into his eyes. "You're out of line. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a party to attend." And my future to face.
She was right, he had pushed her far enough. Only time would tell if she was correct. He could only watch from the sidelines. Picking up the pieces if need be if it didn't work out. "Of course, my apologies," he said with a slight bow before following her through the house. "Will you need anything?"
"No," she placed her hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll call, thank you." She stood aside as he opened the front door, her car already waiting for her.
"Good night," he said after she got in and he closed the door.
She opened the window. "Good night John."
"Lord, let her be right," he whispered as he watched her drive away. "Let her be the one."
The party was in full swing.
She walked around the room, nodding and smiling to acquaintances, all the while searching...
Searching for Bianca Montgomery.
It had been one year since she had set her sights on Bianca Montgomery, three hundred sixty-five days and nights thinking about her.
It was a long time to have been captivated by the young woman who had stolen her heart at first glance. She struggled daily to keep her distance - to bide her time.
Even now, she resisted eye contact as she spotted Bianca. She continued to walk around the room - networking - and mesmerizing all to whom she granted a smile or touch.
Denying herself that small pleasure with Bianca.
Her outer beauty belied the darkness and inner turmoil that churned within her. She had heard that her looks would be considered 'classic', reminiscent of a young Ingrid Bergman, Grace Kelly or perhaps even Audrey Hepburn. Which was quite flattering, but she wondered what Bianca thought. Would she see it?
The resemblance didn't go unnoticed by Bianca-an aficionado of old movies-who sat, bored out of her mind, until she saw the woman weaving her way among the guests. Bianca noted the refined elegance the stranger possessed, and it kept her enthralled- unable or rather unwilling to turn away. For the first time that night, Bianca didn't resent her mother's insistence that she attend the function, the unveiling of Adam Chandler's new venture, the Chandler Towers.
Bianca watched as the mysterious woman stopped and spoke to various people, drawing more attention to herself than Adam Chandler, the actual host of the party. They were all captivated, and Bianca could see at least four sets of eyes already staking their claim, leaving her to wonder if she could work up the courage to actually speak to the mysterious guest.
She was disappointed as the woman made her way towards yet another of her many admirers, gracing them with smiles that should have been hers. Bianca shook her head. Where did that thought come from? Chalking it up to her own flight of fancy, Bianca turned away and took a sip of champagne, wondering silently how much longer she should stay. Maybe another twenty minutes, she decided.
The woman watched surreptitiously as Bianca turned away with a crestfallen face, and the sight of it wounded the stranger's soul. That would not do.
Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Bianca turned around and promptly began choking on her drink.
"Are you alright?" she was asked.
"Ye... yes," she replied coughing. "You... you startled me, that's all."
That certainly was true. Although she'd secretly desired it, Bianca had never expected the woman to approach her.
"Are you sure?"
Bianca nodded.
"Please accept my apologies. My name is Lena Kundera, and yours?"
"Bianca. Bianca Montgomery." Oh dear lord, that voice.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Bianca," Lena said smiling, as she extended her hand.
"Same here," Bianca replied, taking Lena's hand in hers and shaking it. "And there's no need to apologize."
Lena dipped her head slightly. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I noticed that you were watching me earlier. And I was wondering if you had a question you wanted to ask."
Bianca could feel the burn in her cheeks and speculated how to make a clean getaway without looking like a fool.
"Ah, I've embarrassed you. I'm sorry," Lena said.
"No. I should be apologizing to you," Bianca answered, hoping that the earth would just open and swallow her to end her misery.
"No need. So, was there something you wanted to ask?"
"Actually, I was just wondering who you were," Bianca said, staring into the brown eyes that looked at her with a sense of... What... What are you looking for Bianca? she asked herself. "I mean, I don't think I've seen you at one of these functions before."
"I go on occasion," Lena replied as she glanced around the room momentarily. "It simply depends on how I'm feeling at the moment."
"I came because my mother asked me to," Bianca blurted out. Oh great! Did I have to say that? What's wrong with me?
"And do you always do what your mother asks?"
"Only when it suits my needs."
"And what kind of needs do you have tonight?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Hello Bianca."
"Oh, hi JR. How are you?" she asked when he interrupted the conversation, grateful for the distraction. She wasn't sure she'd be able to answer any more questions.
"I'm fine. I'm sorry to butt in, but Dad asked me to get Ms. Kundera," he told them.
"Of course and thank you," Lena replied graciously, she returned her attention to Bianca who waited nervously at her side. "I'm sorry to cut our conversation short. It was a... pleasure meeting you. Mr. Chandler if you would be so kind," she said linking her arm in his.
"Sure. See you later Bianca," he said as they left.
Bianca stood still, speechless, as she watched Lena and JR walk away. She slowly released the breath she'd been holding and decided it was time to leave. She'd embarrassed herself, acting like a teenager rather than the twenty-three year old woman that she was. To top that, Lena's unexpected and suggestive comment disconcerted her, and she felt herself wanting to dwell on the implications of it. Bianca didn't know how she would respond if Lena sought her out again.
Really, why would anyone like Lena Kundera want to spend time with me? she mused. Surely Lena could have anyone she wanted?
Granted, there was... an attraction. She may not have had that much experience, but Bianca knew Lena was interested in her... very interested.
Sighing, Bianca knew it wouldn't do her any good to simply stand there and think about Lena. This wasn't getting her anywhere. It wasn't as if anything was going to happen...
Like say perhaps, Lena walking up to her and kissing her senseless. Something Bianca had a feeling Lena would do quite handily. Really, what were the odds?
Things like that didn't happen to her – not even in her dreams, she thought sarcastically.
Finishing her drink, Bianca scanned the room for Adam Chandler. Perhaps she could catch him before he met with Lena. She'd have to say her good-byes; it was only right.
Working her way through the crowd, Bianca thought more about her encounter with Lena Kundera. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. What was it about Lena that made her feel so... God, she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Bianca..."
She turned and found Lena standing beside her. When did she walk up to me? "Ms Kundera..."
"Please call me Lena."
Bianca thought she would melt on the spot. Lena's voice seemed to wrap itself around her body like a blanket - covering, surrounding her. Making her wonder how it would sound under different circumstances.
"Lena," Bianca acknowledged. "I take it you finished your meeting?"
"It was more like a formal introduction... I knew it wouldn't take long. Were you going somewhere?"
"Actually, I was about to go."
"Really?" Lena asked, as she leaned in closer. "Why don't we leave together? I'm sure we could find something better to do." She punctuated her comment with a brief lick of Bianca's ear, before walking across the room to pick up her coat.
For a moment, Bianca was stunned. Never in her life had anyone been so blatant, so self-assured that they could have her if they wanted - if she wanted. It sent a shiver down her spine and an ache between her legs.
Despite this, good breeding demanded that Bianca say good night to her host, but she knew opportunity when she saw it. It was too good for her to pass up. If she did, she knew she'd regret it for the rest of her life. This was her chance to break out of her shell in a way she never dared dream of. Her mind was made up, she would send Adam a thank you note in the morning.
Bianca repressed a smile as she collected her coat and followed Lena out and to the elevator. There would be no hesitation on her part. She wanted to be with this woman.
Bianca watched Lena hungrily as they waited for the elevator, anxious to stroke Lena's skin with her fingertips and taste her lips against her mouth. Lena returned a smoldering look, letting Bianca know that she was hers for the asking. The elevator doors opened and the women stepped inside, favoring each other with knowing smiles. Bianca pressed the button for the parking level, she turned to face Lena who stepped into her personal space and kissed her until she was gasping for breath.
Their tongues swirled around each other, tasting and fighting for dominance until their entire bodies ached in anticipation of things to come. Suddenly, too soon, the kiss stopped.
"We're here," Lena explained, as the elevator doors opened.
"Oh, yeah," Bianca replied, gasping for breath as she stepped through the doors. "My car's over here," she pointed to the silver Miata.
"I'd prefer my car, if you don't mind?" Lena said, walking towards the dark BMW that was parked next to hers.
"Why don't I follow you?" Bianca asked.
Lena smiled, "Fair enough. Do you have a cell phone?"
"Yes," Bianca answered.
"Give me the number, and we can talk while we drive."
They exchanged numbers and got into their respective cars with Bianca following Lena out of the garage. The drive lasted about thirty minutes, winding down roads that Bianca, who lived in the city, had never noticed before.
"Don't worry, I'll get you home in one piece," Lena spoke into her headset, almost as if she had read Bianca's mind. Soon enough they drove through a gated driveway and pulled up to the front of a two-story house. "It may not be much, but there's no place like home," Lena said, as Bianca got out of her car.
"You live here?" Bianca asked as she looked around. "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right."
Lena smiled. "Don't worry, I understand. I have a feeling you may have been expecting a mansion perhaps? Considering you thought I had a meeting with Adam."
"Well... you have to admit, Adam doesn't just meet anyone."
"Very true," Lena acknowledged. "Let's just say I decided to simplify when I moved here."
"Whatever the reason, I think your home is very nice," Bianca said honestly.
"Thank you." Stepping to the front door, Lena opened it, moved aside and let Bianca enter first. "Welcome, I hope your stay is a memorable one," she said as she closed the door behind them and turned on the lights. "Let me take your coat," she said, helping Bianca with her jacket. "The study is the second door on the left; I'll just hang these up and I'll join you."
Bianca walked down the hall, noticing the artwork on the walls. "Is this a Royo?" she asked as she stopped and looked at the painting.
"Yes. It's Junto al Mar." Lena answered as she placed their coats in the hall closet.
"It's beautiful," Bianca said as she continued into the study. She tried not to gasp out loud; she had only seen rooms like this in the movies. What looked liked hundreds of books lined the shelves through out the room. A dark-brown leather couch was placed in front of the fireplace.
"Do you like it?" Lena asked when she joined Bianca.
"Oh yes, it's wonderful," Bianca said as she moved away from the bookshelves. "You have many first editions I see."
"Thank you - it's one of my favorite rooms in the house." Lena replied, stepping closer to Bianca. "I love to collect books, among other things. Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, please."
"What would you like?"
"Scotch, neat."
"Okay," Lena answered nonplussed and poured her guest a drink.
"Aren't you going to have one?" Bianca asked when she noticed that Lena hadn't poured a drink for herself. She allowed her fingers to gently caress the back of Lena's hand before taking the drink Lena offered her.
Lena smiled at the touch. "I'll have something later," she replied.
As she gestured for Bianca to sit down, Lena went to the fireplace. Within minutes she had the beginnings of a warm, cozy fire started. Once she was sure that the fire no longer needed her attention, Lena sat down close to Bianca. She rested her head in her right hand as she gazed into Bianca's face.
Lena's left hand, however, was slowly tracing a pattern on Bianca's thigh - intricate and subtle at the same time. The motion sent ripples through Bianca's body and she knew she wanted more. Needed more. Bianca quickly swallowed the rest of her drink and placed the glass on the stand next to the couch.
She turned and faced Lena, moving forward until she was a breath away from the ruby red lips that reminded her of their earlier kiss. It was an elevator ride she wouldn't soon forget.
"What are you waiting for?" Lena asked seductively.
Bianca could feel Lena's breath on her lips, and closed the slight gap between them. She had never felt anything like it before, and she knew she wanted more than what she was indulging. Her hands found themselves tangled in Lena's dark hair - her tongue teased the other woman's lips.
Soon she found herself delving into the moist confines of Lena's mouth. Their tongues slid against each other, tasting, savoring what the other had to offer.
Bianca could feel Lena's hands slide up and down her back, before venturing to her chest. Bianca was ready for the thrill she knew she would experience when Lena finally touched her breasts.
She was surprised when Lena didn't touch her as she thought, but rather caressed her sides.
Bianca felt a moan rise from her throat and gasped when Lena broke the kiss, only to begin teasing her with soft kisses along her jaw-line. She felt playful nibbles along her neck; her breathing increased ten-fold when Lena repeatedly nipped at her jugular vein.
"Let's go upstairs," Lena said, after breaking away. Bianca simply nodded and took Lena's hand and followed her.
When they reached the master bedroom, Lena adjusted the lights, leading the way; she stopped when they were in the middle of the room.
Lena trailed her fingers down the length of Bianca's body, feeling the heat rising from her. She slid the straps of Bianca's dress off her shoulders, and reached behind and unzipped the garment, stepping back to watch as it slowly drifted down Bianca's body. Lena licked her lips as her blood roared in her ears.
Bianca watched Lena's stark appraisal of her and blushed. It was another first, not once had she felt like a schoolgirl, hoping that Lena liked what she had to offer.
"You are exquisite Bianca. Truly, a work of art," Lena told her.
"Thank you," Bianca replied shyly.
Once Lena's dress had been taken care of, she led Bianca to her bed, stopping at the edge.
"We can always stop. All you have to do is say the word," Lena reassured the other woman.
"I don't want to," Bianca answered.
"Good," Lena smiled.
Bianca finally stepped into Lena's arms and shivered.
They fell back against the king-sized bed and savored the sensation of bare skin against bare skin. Once again Lena began her oral assault of Bianca's mouth and neck, her hands roaming Bianca's body.
Bianca arched up as Lena finally caressed her breasts. Her nipples hardened under Lena's fiery touch and her legs opened slightly. She felt the other woman's mouth making her way down her chest, and she hissed when her nipple was covered by Lena's mouth. Her nipple was being teased, sucked, and bit. She felt Lena's hand caressing her other breast.
She felt a rush of warmth between her legs. Lena feasted upon Bianca's breasts, loving the texture of the dark nipples; she loved to flick her tongue over them. She let her right hand drift down Bianca's body, until it reached the core of her body.
She could feel the heat rising from Bianca's center, and she wanted nothing more than to taste what Bianca had to offer. She slid a finger between the slick folds; she brushed against Bianca's blood engorged clitoris, and smiled as she felt the other woman's reaction to the brief contact. Bianca's hips rose as she strived for more contact.
As Lena slid another finger inside and was rewarded with an instant contraction, as Bianca's walls closed around her fingers.
Bianca began panting; she wanted more than those fingers she wanted to feel Lena's mouth on her.
And as if by magic, she felt Lena moving down her body. She could feel the warmth of her breath on her sensitized skin. Bianca's hips arched against Lena, when the other woman surrounded her clit with her mouth, sucking on it as her fingers repeatedly plunged in and out.
Lena licked and suckled the hard clit, tasting Bianca's essence.
Bianca realized that Lena had moved her mouth away, and was kissing her way back up.
"What... what's wrong?" she gasped, her hips still grinding against Lena's fingers.
"Nothing's wrong," Lena replied, kissing Bianca, allowing the woman to taste herself.
"Oh... God!" Bianca cried out as Lena added a third finger.
Lena began to nibble Bianca's neck once more, feeling the pulse beneath her tongue.
Bianca knew that she was close; she could feel her walls begin to contract. "Oh. God... yes... faster... faster," she pleaded.
Lena smiled against Bianca's neck and plunged faster.
"Yes... Yes... oh... fuck me! Oh yes!"
Lena felt her teeth extend, she nipped Bianca's neck, lapping at the blood that had begun to well up. Her bloodlust roared in her veins and her ears, and when she felt the contractions around her fingers, she drew her head back before sinking her teeth into Bianca's neck.
"OH... MY GOD!!!!" Bianca cried out, as her body was wracked by the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.
Lena continued to plunge inside of Bianca as she drank the dark liquid pouring down her throat. It was as exquisite as she thought.
Bianca felt the world rushing past her; she wrapped her arms around Lena and held on tight.
"What... what are you doing?" she managed to say as another orgasm wracked her body.
Lena continued to feast on Bianca, ignoring the feeble attempts to stop her.
"Oh God!!" Bianca cried out as she experienced yet another powerful orgasm, and with each pulsating moment that passed, she grew weaker. "No more... please," she said as her arms fell away from Lena's body. "No more." she whispered, as her breathing labored and her heart strove to pump more blood throughout her body.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine," Lena explained after finally pulling away, licking the wounds, smiling as she felt Bianca shivering against her.
"I'm...so... tired."
"Rest. You have all the time you'll need. Close your eyes and rest," she said, gently closing Bianca's eyes and kissing her on the cheek.
"You.. You won't go?" Bianca mumbled unable to open her eyes.
"No, I won't go," Lena replied. She brought a blanket from the end of the bed up to cover them both. She didn't need to rest, but she knew that before the night was through, she would be exhausted.
It wasn't every day that Lena Kundera brought someone over and she had every intention of turning Bianca.
She felt another tug of her heartstrings, something she hadn't felt in over two hundred years before she met Bianca.
Something she thought she'd never have a chance to experience again.
Lena remembered after seeing Bianca for the first time, she'd found out all she could about the young woman, denying her feelings and chalking them up as an infatuation, a passing fancy.
She'd tried to see Bianca as someone she'd take what she wanted from, and then forget she ever existed.
But things had turned out different.
Bianca was different.
Lena pulled herself from her thoughts and looked at the woman lying next to her. "Sleep Bianca, sleep," she murmured, as she gently stroked the other woman's hair. "We have so much ahead of us my Angel."
Bianca woke a few hours later, her head pounding, and her mouth dry.
"Here, you might need this," Lena said, handing Bianca a glass of orange juice.
"Thanks," she replied, gratefully taking the glass and parching her thirst. "You were fantastic," she finally said. "I've never felt anything like that before in my life..."
Lena only smiled.
"Come here, please," Bianca said after reaching out for Lena's hand and pulling her back into bed.
"Are you sure you're not too tired?" Lena felt compelled to ask, putting the glass on the bedside table.
"Not that tired," Bianca replied.
She felt a tapping on her shoulder, and turned around.
"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't startle you," she heard.
"Umm... no, not at all," she replied.
"My name is Lena Kundera, and yours?"
"I'm Alison Farber."
"Hello Miss Farber, this charming creature to my right is Bianca Montgomery," Lena explained.
Bianca looked at Lena and smiled. It had been three years since that fateful night.
Three years since she'd made the final decision to join Lena. Although Lena could have taken her, she told her that it was up to her. And whatever her decision, Lena would respect it.
She would need to give Lena her consent. It wasn't easy, but she knew in her soul, it was the right choice.
She had learned to embrace her immortality and was surprised to learn she didn't need to kill for food.
They didn't have to.
Lena had connections. There were people she could call and less than an hour later, someone was at the door.
"Free delivery," Lena would joke.
For the most part no words were spoken.
She would feed first - Lena explained, as she was still a fledgling, it would be difficult to hold back, to stop before the point of death. Lena's presence was not only to protect the donor it was also to protect her from doing something she'd never forgive herself for.
It took her a year to finally take the step and drink from a donor. She had been sustaining herself with blood from blood banks.
Lena told her she'd have to learn to survive on blood that didn't come in a bottle or a bag. "One day, you're going to find yourself in a situation where you'll have no choice and you'll have to drink from the source or die. And if you die, I'll follow."
"Lena..." Bianca shook her head.
Lena reached out and took Bianca face in her hands, her thumbs caressing Bianca's cheeks and stared deeply into the brown eyes that touched her very soul. "I can't live without you Bianca. Not anymore," she told her honestly. "I need you. I love you."
Since that night, Bianca pushed her revulsion away and learned to survive.
Lena explained how she was able to make it appear as if she breathed. How she made people believe she ate solid food.
"I can eat some things, Bianca; however, I receive no nutrition from eating," Lena told her. "It doesn't sustain me. You'll need to learn how to do this as well... you can only fool people for so long before they become suspicious. Besides," she added laughing. "I can't go too long without my chocolate."
They had gone places she'd dreamt of going - Egypt, Greece, Italy, Spain.
She had been introduced to well-known personalities, some she had been enthralled with in the past, only to realize that she now enthralled them.
She had also been introduced to John Mason.
"Bianca, John and his family have been in service to my family for generations. If you're ever in trouble and I'm not around, seek him out. He'll help you. He's a good man, even if he does act more like an older brother rather than head of security."
Her mother was not easily convinced. If it wasn't for Lena showing Erica her financial portfolio, Bianca was certain her mother would have never accepted Lena. Even so, she felt her mother begrudgingly accept their relationship.
"Your daughter will never want for anything, Erica. I've already had my lawyers draw up a new testament. Should anything happen to me, Bianca will be well taken care of."
"All right, but if you hurt her..."
"Mother!"
"No, Bianca," Lena interrupted looking into Bianca's face. "Your mother has a point and I think we," she turned to face Erica once more. "Understand each other."
Granted her mother did not know the true nature of their relationship. Not only would she would never understand her choice to stay with Lena; and it was her choice – one she'd make without hesitation if the need arose, her mother would probably have her admitted to Oak Haven.
That had been last year, now, she stood next to her lover, and smiled.
Bianca reached out and offered her hand to the beauty that stood before them, "Nice to meet you," she said.
"Nice party," Alison said as she watched the two women smiling at her.
"Oh, it's nice enough," Lena answered.
"But we know of a better party, don't we?" Bianca added.
"Really?"
"Yes, we do. Why don't you join us? I'm sure Bianca and I could entertain you," Lena whispered in Alison's ear.
"Do join us, Alison," Bianca told her in her other ear.
"We'll be waiting for you," Lena said.
"Umm... we?"
"Oh, how silly of me," Lena replied before turning in Bianca's direction, then back towards Alison. "Bianca is my lover, and I always share. Don't I dear?" she said, kissing Bianca in spite of the looks they were getting.
Alison's heartbeat increased as she watched the two women kiss in front of her. She had heard about them, but never thought she'd be chosen to spend the evening with them.
Rumor had it that Lena had picked Bianca up in a party like this a few years ago, and they had been together ever since. There had been other women, as well as a few men who had gone home with them.
These people where called the Chosen, as they were the ones who had been selected to accompany them.
Alison had heard stories of what happened with the chosen ones; yet no one had been able to deny or confirm anything.
No one said a word.
Not even the people involved.
It was if they couldn't remember.
Now it seemed that she had been chosen to experience something beyond her comprehension. All she had to do was say yes.
"Well, would you like to join us?" Lena asked.
"Yes. Yes I would," Alison replied.
"Wonderful. Don't you think so, Bianca?"
"Very much so."
As they made their way to their coats, Bianca pulled Lena to the side and whispered, "I want her."
Lena smiled, "Would I deny you anything, love?"
"No," Bianca answered smiling. And it was true. Lena went out of her way to see to her every need. Of all the things Lena had promised her – the one she cherished most of all was the possibility of having a family. It came up two months after the first night they'd spent together.
Bianca had told Lena the only regret she had was not being able to have a child together.
"Sweetheart..." Lena said, gathering her close one evening. "If we want children, we can still have them. Or you can still have them."
"I don't understand..."
"You're... you're still human..."
"What? But I thought..."
"I haven't turned you yet... I had every intention of doing so the first night. But I wanted you to make the choice for yourself. So, it's still possible to go to the doctor and have them harvest your ova..."
She sat there stunned, wrapped in Lena's arms as she discussed what would have to be done. It seems as if the "myth" was actually true. It took three bites to turn one into a vampire. Bianca thought it was a simple plot device invented by authors and screenwriters.
After thinking about it Bianca made up her mind. They went to a doctor well known to Lena and extracted eggs from Bianca. They would be kept frozen until they decided the time was right. A surrogate would have to be used – as Bianca would never be able to carry the child. But the possibility was there.
"Then say no more," Lena said, kissing her on the cheek.
She knew Bianca loved her and was not threatened by Alison's presence. In fact, she was quite pleased by Bianca's evolvement into the seductive woman standing next to her.
Bianca looked at Lena and wondered what was going on in that brilliant mind of hers.
"Come along Alison, the night is young," Lena said, linking her arm through Alison's. And so are we she mused.
The End