When I wake I found myself in front of the biggest house I had ever seen. "We're home," he said making my heart stop. The words sounded warm and gentle, it scared me a little. Getting out of the car, Connor walked to the back of the car to grab my bags.

Meow, hiss!

Sparks ran up my spine as I rushed to the trunk to find Mr. Piccolo hissing angrily at Connor. "Piccolo," taking my hands out to pick him up. Letting me do so I rubbed my face in his soft fur. "You were not going to let me go this time, were you?" I asked, giggling. Connor coughed, getting my attention. "What do you want?" I spat.

"If your going to help do so, or just go inside," he seemed upset.

"Fine," I said rubbing my face in Piccolo's fur. I made my way to the front door letting myself in. A staircase stood in front of me and an entry to a room next to it. On my right was a hallway and same on the left. Confused on to where to go Mr. Piccolo jumped out of my arms and ran down the right hallway. We made a couple turns and then up a staircase, and then some more turns.

What is this cat doing? I followed the cat to a dark room. Quickly I slipped in and shut the door behind me. Finding the light switch I turned it on and found Mr. Piccolo getting ready to sleep on the plain black bed. "Really all that for a bed? Come on this isn't our room," I said making my way over.

'Dear, Connor,' I remembered something, making my head hurt, I found myself walking to a desk for support. Shutting my eyes I rubbed my head. The pain eased down, when my eyes open to look at an envelope with Connors name on it, with my hand writing. For some reason I took the envelope and read the letter. For a moment I wanted to cry but didn't. I put the letter back in the envelope and got down on my knees to shove it under the bed.

I'm not leaving, again. Just remembering him asking me to come back, saying sorry, I don't think I have it in my heart to do it again. He, he needs me or is it that I need him. Adjusting myself I let my butt rest on the floor. "Ray, Ray," a child called. I heard little footsteps came to the door, the doorknob moved about, opened, and a small face came through the crack. "Ray, Ray," the girl turned her head towards me. Her eyes became wide, and her mouth in an O shape. "Mama," the little girl said.

The little girl had dark chestnut hair and bright green eyes. She had to be at least three or so. Her tiny body walked in the room, throwing the door wide open as she stood there as if afraid to move. "Mama," she asked again.

"River?" I questioned. She smiled from ear to ear, jumping up and down she rushed over, and tackled me between the bed and her.

"Mama, mama, mama," she said it over and over again, rubbing her face in my chest. Trying to breath I gave her a little smile and rubbed her back.

"River," my voice cracked, followed by tears. I finally took her in a big hug, not letting go. She wrapped her tiny arms around me.

"Missed you," she cried, digging her face into me.

"I missed you too," trying to hide the shakiness of my voice. Closing my eyes I let my cheek rest on her small head. She remembers me, and calls me mama. But does she know I'm not her real mother? Flashbacks of the red tent came to my mind. The painful cries of both mother and child. 'Take care of my baby, please. My baby,' tears escaped me.

River moved back to look at as she whipped the flowing river on my face. "Don't cry, we'll never be apart right?" I gasped and took her in another huge.

"Mommy loves you," I said saying the same last words her mother had said.

"I know," she whispered. I was afraid to answer her question. I'm not leaving but if something were to happen. No I can't talk like that. I won't think those things.

"Am I interrupting something," Connor stood at the door way with my bags in hand. "I see you found the room just fine," he came in and dropped the bags.

"Daddy," River cried, jumping on him. He quickly took her in his arms unsure what to do. Shrugging my shoulders, I smiled.

"I think you have the wrong person," the little girls head went from left to right. "Now look here," he said getting annoyed.

"Daddy is tried, its been a long day for us," I quickly jumped in. River and I smiled at each other as Connor gave me a funny look that said 'what the hell'.

"Right, a long day," she said giving me a wink. Letting herself down she took mine and Connors hand, bringing them together. Our fingers began to into twine, "well don't make me stop you," she said before rushing to the door to close it. I saw her do the okay sign and another wink before leaving. What was that about?

"It seems that River wants a brother or sister," he said as if he read my mind. He pulled our hands up and put them behind him as he wrapped his other hand around my waist. "How about it, mommy?" he leaned in and whispered in a sexy, husky voice. Shivers ran down my back.

"I don't think that's what she meant," I said unsure. If so she's growing up way, way too fast.

"Oh, but it is," walking backwards he followed making me fall on the bed. "Let daddy take care of you," he smiled. Taking my other hand in his own, bringing them over my head.

"I'm still a virgin, and you said you wouldn't take it. That I should know my limits," I said quickly.

"Yes that was before you left me. And make note that will never happen again," he brought his lips to my ear. "And I will make sure that you will never forget me. My touch," he licked my earlobe making the blood rush to my face. "My voice," his hot breath made me gasp. "My name," he said strongly.

"Connor," I gasped. My flesh burned as pleasure ran up and down my body. He sucked the earlobe making me arch my back. "Stop," I said breathless.

"You will never forget me," he said bringing his lips to mine. They were hard against my soft ones. His hand slid behind my back pressing me closer to him.

"Pig," I called out once my lips were free from him.

Wiggling to get out of his grip, "I believe you called me that the other day. As my pet I should punish you for stealing my car, hitting me, calling me names, and most of all leaving me," there was a small pain in his eyes when he said the last one. "Now what should I do to you, my pet?" he smiled. Did he always smile?

"Let me go," I asked sweetly.

"Nice try," he said taking my mouth, letting his tongue explore every inch of it. He leaned in, resting his hard body on me. He took his left hand placed it on my knee and had it go up my thigh. His right hand that was on my back unhooked my bra. Feeling uneasy I placed my hand on his chest to push him away but it was like pushing a wall. What has this guy been eating?

Braking our kiss, he licked his lips in a sexy way and smiled showing his fangs. His blue eyes turned into a shade of pink to pure red. "God, I want you," he said bring both of his hands to my hips. Trapped in his eyes, fear, hatred ran through my body. It's just like him. That man. "Dawn," Connor called out, making me forget any memory that was ready to resurface.

"I will have you tonight," he prowled, moving his hands up under my shirt, finding my bra. He cupped my breasts as he brushed his thumb on each nipple. "Do you like to be played with my pet?" he asked. I knew my body was betraying me. My nipples were hard and I was enjoying every little thing he did to my body.

"Connor," My heart began to pound so hard I thought it was about to burst out of my ribcage. I was afraid that he could hear the loud banging sound of my heart as his warm hands left my breasts. Now feeling cold, I looked at him with daze. One side of me was hoping that he would continue and that other side of me hoped that he would stop here.

Standing in front of me he took off his shirt, watching his shirt fall to the floor, I stopped breathing. Extending his hand out to me, I took it. Pulling me off the bed he wrapped his other hand around my waist. "I won't stop, not this time," he gently kissed my forehead and then kissed my wet cheek. He brought his hand up to wipe the tears off of my other cheek with his thumb.

I'm an idiot, its a stupid idea. I fell in love with a vampire. He put his forehead on to mine, we stood there for a moment. Closing my eyes, I quickly kissed him. "I didn't ask you too," I said once I broke our kiss.

Within mere seconds I found my clothes on the floor and I lying on the bed. Lust filled my senses as I watched him zip down his fly. His muscles flexed as he took off the last clothing he had on. Squeezing my thighs together I tried to forget the pain in my core, he got on the bed and placed his hands on my knees. He spread my legs, resting one on his shoulder. He kissed the calf and traveled up the leg making me arch my back.

"Connor," covering my face with my hands I felt embarrassed.

"Look at me," I felt him lean in to take my hands away. I did what I was told as he gave me a gentle smile. His long fingers lightly touched my inner thigh, traveling towards my doors. Moisture poured out of me once he inserted a finger. Squeezing around his finger, he took one of my nipples into his mouth. Moaning, I uncontrollably wrapped my legs around him as he inserted another finger, slowly moving them in and out.

"Please, no more," in a whirlwind of sensation I took a hold of the blanket, pulling it towards me. Pulling his fingers out, he let go of my nipple. He lifted my legs, spreading them as he adjusted himself.

"Are you ready," he asked.

"Do it, please," I panted. He nudged me, taking me into a hug.

"Are you alright?" I shook my head letting him continue. Closing my eyes I felt a small amount of pain but it faded away. "Look at me," I did, searching in his red, glowing eyes I saw something I never thought I could see from him. Love. He rested his forehead on mine. He plunged into me making me gasp as he did too.

"You?"

"I am," he said. Hugging him tighter I felt a little more pain but it too faded away. "Are you alright," he asked again.

"I'm fine."

"Fine?"

I smiled, "yes".

He cursed under his breath. Did I say something wrong? "You want to feel fine?" He pulled out bit, then plunged back in. I gasped. "Was that fine?" He ground himself against me.

"Oh!" I clenched his shoulders. He dragged himself out slowly, then slammed back in. To my embarrassment I squeaked.

He set a steady pace. "Are you feeling fine yet?"

"Yes," god he was doing it again. I felt I would die and go to heaven. He was making me fly, soar, whatever, it felt good. Pounding into me, I screamed, he shouted as we both climaxed.

Collapsing on me, he placed his hand gently on my cheek, "Beautiful," he murmured.