The Start Of Something New.

31.

The room was spinning when I had finally came back to my senses.
I was inside of from what it looked like, Carter's bedroom.
I had a rag on my forehead and what felt like, a bandage around my neck.
My head was pounding and all I could think about.
Was the fact, this was the second time I've been attacked.
And wasn't killed.

I had two thoughts that were killing me.
One was, was I really adopted?
And the second was, what did Beatrix mean when she looked at my stomach, then said a child?
There was no way I was pregnant.
It wasn't possible.
Me and Carter have only had sex once.
There was no way I was pregnant.

I lied there until the door opened, and Carter's face came into view.

"Oh thank hell you're alright." He hissed rushing up to the bedside now, taking my hands as he pressed his lips.
He caressed my cheek looking at me with nothing but concern.
"How are you feeling?" He asked me.
Tears burned my eyes but I smiled softly.
"I'm okay.. Carter, two of the vampires from Deidre's army were invited into my house." I told him.
His eyes grew wide.
"What?" His brows furrowed.

I lied my head back.
"My mom was completely oblivious, she has no idea that they're vampires. She was even under the compulsion.." I sat up now looking at him.
"Carter, what if they come back there and hurt my family?" I cried.
He squeezed my hand.
"I'll let Luther and Irina both know, we won't let them hurt your family." He promised with a frown.
"What were their names?" He asked me now.
I looked at him.
"Beatrix Olsen and Adrian Malone." I told him.
He nodded kissing me quick.
"I'll be back shortly, I'm going to let the others know." He told me.
I nodded as he left the room.

I lied there, listening to the sound of distant chatter.
I didn't want to bring up the adoption to Carter.
Not until I knew my family was safe.
I knew I upset Beatrix.
And now Jordan and Maggie were both on my mind.

I couldn't just lie here.
I got out of the bed frowning as how weak I felt.
I sat back down on the edge of the bed, bringing my palm to my head with a frown.
I was way too light headed to move.
Laying back half way on the bed, I managed to bring my legs up as I curled myself.
The entire room spinning.
Before sleep took over.

"Don't you look dashing." A woman's voice purred inside of the bar.
A man looked over his shoulder, his brown hair slicked back as his red eyes held anything but friendliness at that time.
"What are you doing here, woman? Don't you know whore's aren't allowed?" He asked her.
She smirked at that.
"You wound me, is that how you speak to all the women in this bar?" She questioned.
He looked to her.
"Just you." He said flatly.
She frowned now.
"I am only here for a drink, is that such a crime?" She inquired.

He frowned at her.
"It is when you tend to get to two mixed up, between actual alcohol and a human." He said bitterly.
She smiled.
"I promise to behave myself, if it means you'll have a drink with me." She told him.
He growled at that.
"I am loyal to my wife, now piss off." He demanded.

Flinching she stepped away from him.
"It was a mere suggestion to have a drink, not to lay with me. Where is your mind, Sir Kirk?" She teased him now.

Growling, he stood to his feet.
"If you have the time to pick fun, you have the time to get out. Do not test me, whore." He spat.
She glared.
"I pity that wife of yours, you act like a gentleman around her. But around others? You're nothing but a pig." She hissed.

He glared back handing her as she hissed sharply, stumbling back.
She looked at him in shock.
"You'd raise a hand to a mere woman? Have you no respect?" She demanded.
He scoffed.
"You? A woman? You're no such thing, just a little girl. Now begone before you really make me mad." He sneered.