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11. Very late to a meeting

Bridget figured that Kyleigh waking up to her rushing around like her head was cut off would be something that would worry her. Kyleigh was protective in the best of times, so Bridget freaking out, she knew, didn’t settle well with her brunette wife. Slowing only long enough to press a kiss to her wife’s lips, she moved on, bustling to get her hair finished–all straight, except a small flip at the ends–and finish buttoning her blouse. She had a meeting with the library board about more funding for the children’s section. They had cut it back to half a floor when it used to be the whole second floor, and Bridget didn’t agree. Even if she didn’t have her kids, she knew that books were the best thing a child could ever have. 

“I’m sorry, babe, I forgot about the meeting. I really need to get moving, otherwise we won’t get the funding.” The fifth floor of the library was half remodeled, and the books they had moved to take up the other half of the children’s floor could go up there. That was Bridget’s idea, and if they could get the funding to finish up the rest of the remodeling, Bridget would be willing to move things around herself. 

“Once the meeting’s over I’ll be home for family day” Her shoes were on next, finally hair finished, and her blouse buttoned and tucked into her skirt. Purse over her arm, coat buttoned up, wedding ring on tight. She stopped once more to send her wife an apologetic smile and get another kiss from her. “I’m sorry I ruined family day, I just can’t miss this meeting. I’ll make it up to you, all three of you, I promise.”

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My Enemy and Love

theforgottenrunner

Bridget had heard of the wolf turned vampire hunter before, but she had never met her. She supposed that was a good thing considering Bridget herself was a vampire, and if she ever came across the woman, she was likely to parish by her hands. Still, the stories Bridget heard as a child of the vampire hunters did what they were meant to do for all the vampire children: keep them in line and teach them not to sneak out at night. Bridget was under the firm assumption that they were everywhere. 

Bridget didn’t live with her parents, but she lived close by. Her parents as one of the high council members of the vampire race owned a large chunk of Massachusetts and had their headquarters set up in Boston. While her parents had a large mansion on the outskirts of the city, she had a smaller house at the edge of that property. It was a two bedroom colonial style she’s had since colonial style houses were new, and she loved it very much. She had her own vegetable and flower gardens, and a couple horses. She kept to herself, and the city thought the houses were owned by a corporation, but there was talk of how the owner comes in and hour in the middle of the night. Still, anybody had yet to see Bridget considering she was in and out quick as lightning. 

It was a routine she had to get her doors and windows closed up tightly, the alarm on. It was set to detect any body heat that was higher or lower than that of a vampire. Anything else, and a shrill alarm would sound, along with a signal to the guards that were stationed in a small cottage just a mile away. Closing her drapes, Bridget finished dressing in a silk dressing gown that reached just passed her knees. She draped her robe over her Victorian era chair and kicked off her fluffy slippers, climbing into bed. The morning sun was just about to peak through and she didn’t want to get hurt by the worst rays of the day. While the sun didn’t kill her like in most vampire myths, if she stayed out in it long enough it could leave a nasty burn. 

Yawning, she finally managed to drift off to sleep after a long night of helping her father with plans and finding a willing blood host, she was exhausted. It was nice to be able to sleep, but she was awoken just a couple hours later by the feeling she wasn’t alone. With a gasp she sat up, holding her duvet up to her chest as her eyes flickered around. She was slightly disoriented from having just awoken, but not enough that she didn’t notice there was a figure standing nearby. Sadly even she couldn’t figure out who it was, she didn’t recognize the other woman. 

“Who are you and why are you here?” she demanded, showing no fear in her voice even though her cold body sang with it.

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Bridget realized she had been in a frenzy, but she was trying to get the apartment ready for her father’s appearance the next evening. He told her on short notice, and she was nowhere near ready. As usual, though, the apartment was spotless, but she still cleaned it like a fiend, running around like a chicken with her head cut off, and poor Kyleigh was there to bear the brunt of it. She felt horrible that she was being so short and snippy, but her dad had never bothered to visit her. Frankly she was expecting him to cancel, but on the slight chance he didn’t, she wanted to be ready. 

However, the touch of her girlfriend stopping her in her tracks and the words had her gaping, staring at her as her vacuum fell the floor. “What?” she breathed because she wasn’t sure she heard those words come from her girlfriend’s mouth. Before she answered, she quickly rushed her, arms wrapped around her neck and she kissed her like she never had before. Passionately, desperately. It seems Kyleigh found the best way to stop her in her tracks. 

“I love you, too,” she breathed, smiling softly as the very feeling of it bloomed in her chest. 

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Remember Me

theforgottenrunner

When she woke up, her head ached more than the reddened marks around her wrists. She hadn’t understood what happened to her, not at all, only that the ground was shaking and the people around her were freaking out. Her eyes darted to the tools around this...torture chamber and she swallowed in fear, but nobody was really paying attention to her. They were all scrambling to leave the room. 

Following their lead, her heart almost choking her as it beat heavily in her chest. She didn’t know where she was or what was happening, only that she had to get out of there quickly. She saw fire and lots of people running, so she followed their lead. Through the buildings, up and over the fence, and into the woods that lay beyond. It was quiet and she didn’t see anybody that she had come across on her way out. Her lungs ached from running as did her muscles, and finally she wound up slumping against a tree. 

Five minutes later, she heard the sound of a twig snapping and she jumped, peaking out from behind a tree to see another person, a brunette woman she didn’t recognize, running through the woods. For a moment she wanted to go back behind the tree, but something was stopping her from doing so. She wanted to make her presence known to this woman. Slowly she stepped out, her eyes guarded and her stance fearful. She looked at her with unsure eyes and gulped. “Were you in there, too?” she asked, wondering if she was one that had caused the marks around her wrists, or another victim.

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Follow Me Into Darkness

theforgottenrunner

She knew that what she was doing was a bad idea. She knew it could get her killed and that didn’t stop her one little bit. When she found out the news that her father not only killed people, but was also the leader of the Irish Mafia of Boston, an uncontrollable rage pushed its way through her body. Her father was the reason her mother was dead, her father was the reason she grew up with nannies, her father was the reason her social life was non-existent. He made sure to scar her enough that she didn’t trust anybody ever again.

Well, until Kyleigh that is. Kyleigh was the love of her life no matter what she felt for her father. That one little light that didn’t extinguish Bridget’s own no matter what she did. She knew if she didn’t have the other woman, there would be no holding her back from taking out more than just the bad men that worked with Quinlan McIntyre. Bridget had been hunting her father, using his men to get information to find him and put this all to rest once and for all. 

That particular night was a rough one, she almost didn’t get out alive, but she wouldn’t tell Kyleigh that. Thankfully the only blood on her was from that around her wrists from where she had been tied up, but that hadn’t lasted very long either. Walking into the apartment silently, she didn’t say anything to her lover, just put the knife and gun she carried down on the table. Both needed to be clean, the blood on the knife dried along with the left-over powder inside the gun barrel. 

Silently moving past the brunette, she paused only long enough to take a much needed kiss from her lips, and then move into the bathroom to start cleaning up, yawning softly as she found she was extremely tired and wanted nothing more than to just curl up with her lover, but she knew she had a little bit more research to do for the night before she let herself rest. 

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Need You Now

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The day she found out about the small life growing inside her, she sat staring at her wall for three hours before her father found her. She didn’t tell him, not at that time, she had to talk to Charles first and figure out what he thought about the idea, of them becoming parents at only seventeen and eighteen years old. Naturally he went ballistic, threatening that she slept with others, that the baby wasn’t his, and he didn’t want to raise some “other dude’s bastard.” She left in tears, and only when he saw her sobbing on the couch at home, did she tell her father. 

It was easy to hide it at first, but once she reached five or six months along, it was harder. She hid in her father’s large hoodies and sweats, glad she didn’t have any friends that would question her. She would spend her free time in the library at school or in the city, buried in the stacks and hiding herself from the public eye. 

Sitting at the back of one of her classes, she decided to stay there for a little while after school. The teacher, she didn’t know if she left, Miss Thompson, but that was okay. It was the students that gave her the looks not the teachers, however she didn’t really want to be questioned either. She worked silently, reading through her math book and doing the problems indicating by her math teacher. She only paused when her fingers moved on their own to her belly where the tiny baby girl started twirling in her belly. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” she murmured. “I know it’s just you and me, but we’ll be okay. Grandpa and I love you very much, Nora. I promise you’ll be okay.” 

She honestly didn’t care if anyone was around. She needed her baby to know that they’d both be okay.

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