Theo
Getting up this morning I can tell Tobias won’t cope with working today. I feel him slip out of bed, sitting upright, his hands run through his hair as he tries waking himself up. One of the plus sides of being a vampire is I don’t feel tired and don’t require sleep, Tobias, however, does. Even though I do the night feeds and get up with Thaddeus, he still wakes every time he cries. Being a light sleeper is really exhausting for him. Imogen, however, refuses to sleep, forcing herself to stay awake. I hear her at night, walking around the house, always so restless, her mind always racing, and if she isn’t walking, she is staring off vacantly.
I wish she would just let herself go to sleep. She may be a vampire, but the witch part of her needs rest. The darkness that I feel through the bond might lessen if she just gets some sleep, but instead, she fights against us on the matter. She is paranoid that someone is going to take him from us. I didn’t realize the paranoia that comes with magic, yet watching her is like watching someone slowly lose their grip on reality, slipping ever so slow into madness.
Putting my book down, I turn toward Tobias. “Go back to sleep, I can go in,” I tell him.
“You went yesterday,” he mumbles and yawns. I know part of the reason he struggles to sleep is that Imogen isn’t sandwiched between us anymore. We both find comfort knowing she is within arm’s reach. I know that is the primary reason he can’t seem to find rest.
“Lay back down, it is fine I don’t need sleep,” I tell him, watching him flop back down on the bed. He rolls, throwing his arm over my lap, pulling me closer.
I run my fingers through his hair. “We need to do something about Imogen,” I whisper, not wanting her to overhear, though I can tell through the bond her mind is preoccupied.
Tobias yawns and I feel him nod. “What do you want to do?” He yawns again, rubbing his eyes, looking up at me.
“I don’t know, she needs to sleep; she is getting worse, always pacing and she never stops.” I tell him, I can feel his worry through the bond.
“We can put her to sleep,” he says, and I hear the thoughts running through his head. Imogen won’t like that but if we can distract her enough and we can get her to slip her guard down, it might work.
“The only problem would be Thaddeus. She won’t let him remain unwatched while we distract her.” I tell him.
“Maybe call mom and see if she will take him for the night? I will convince Imogen to let her. She knows they won’t let anything happen to him.” Tobias offers.
I nod, it could work. “I will call her today and ask. You can work on Imogen; she doesn’t like him away from us.” Trying to convince her will be the hardest part. “What if she says no?” I ask, not liking the idea of forcing her.
We might just have to, though. I have noticed the longer she stays awake, the stronger the darkness gets through the bond, cocooning her. I don’t like the way she is becoming comfortably familiar with it, almost like she depends on it. Making her feed into it, allowing it to slowly take over her. I don’t know everything about witches but I have read enough over the years to know that with it comes a slight craze, especially when it comes to dark magic. I can feel it enveloping her.
“You know we have to do it, even if I have to hold her down. She will forgive us once she feels better,” Tobias says, his hard exterior slipping back into place.
One of the many things I love about him. He knows I struggle with being hard on her, yet he is willing to be the bad guy and force her down, so I don’t have to. Even if I’m the one that will actually be doing the task of knocking her out, he will be the one to hold her down. He is willing to take the blame for me.
“Just call mom and tell her to come grab Thaddeus after you finish work.”
I nod, getting up and heading for the walk-in. It doesn’t take long before I walk out, dressed in a suit. Tobias’ eyes watch me as I move about the room getting ready. “Tobias, stop, or I will just want to crawl back in bed with you,” I tell him, turning to look at him.
He smirks, and I can tell he would prefer that more than me leaving, so I quickly place my shoes on.
“Where is she?” He asks.
“Downstairs, at the kitchen window.” I sigh.
Thaddeus stirs in the bassinet and Tobias picks him up. I watch him scrunch his face up before I can smell that he has soiled himself.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Tobias suggests not wanting to change him. I chuckle at him before putting my hand out, Tobias groans when he chooses paper and I scissors. “I feel like you snoop into my mind every time, surely I can’t be this unlucky to lose every time.”
“It would help, if you stopped choosing paper.” I chuckle, throwing a diaper at him before walking downstairs.
Imogen is standing at the window, staring off vacantly at the scenery. She jumps when I place my hands on her hips, coming up behind her. I kiss her neck and feel her relax into me. I love how her body reacts to us. I just hope tonight, she reacts this way, the idea of forcing her down has me on edge.
“Are you going in today?” She asks, her voice soft.
I nod, running my hands down her body before slipping one underneath the thin fabric of her top, my hands caressing over her stomach before moving to her breasts. I feel her nipples harden and soon, a moan escapes her lips, making my dick twitch in my pants. I can get lost in the feeling of her body under my hands, loving every inch of her. Loving the sounds that spill from her lips.
I hear Tobias step into the room, Thaddeus cooing and eating his little hands, making her attention go to him. She turns in my arms, looking over my shoulder at Tobias who I know is watching us.
“You want to feed him?” He asks, and I feel her nod.
Excitement floods through the bond before it dies slowly as fear sets in. She hasn’t fed and newborn vampires require a lot more blood. I can go days, sometimes a week, but Imogen, she needs to feed daily, sometimes twice, depending on her mood. Anger and fear, even arousal, make it hard to control the bloodlust.