Chapter 3 The Wedding Planner

Chapter 3: The Wedding planner.


“Ailo, did you call the florist yet?!” Cassy yelled from the downstairs study, thanks to the heightened hearing of the Vampire, she knew he heard her. Ailo slithered, unhappily down the stairs, his best shirt soiled with powder pink paint. “I haven’t had time…Mistress. I have been upstairs with the incompetent painters all day.” Ailo informed her through clenched teeth. “Why? They are professionals, they can handle it.” Cassy said flipping through a phone book.

“They don’t speak any English and therefore are having a hard time figuring out what it is you want…Mistress. Plus the red walls are not taking the powder pink well…it’s now magenta and this is the fifth coat.” Ailo said. Cassy blinked. “Well we need them light pink, LIGHT pink. Make them put another coat over it or something.” She muttered under her breath as she ran a finger down a line of numbers for Florists.

“What if the child turns out to be a boy, Mistress? We will have put the painters through torture for nothing… not that I really care but I happen to be being tortured along with them.” Ailo complained. He had erased her memory of his involvement in her kidnapping, so now, if he wished, he had another chance to get rid of her. But he thought it best to wait, at least until the child was born. “I just know it will be a girl… I can’t tell you why, I just know it.” She smiled warmly.

Ailo rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs again as a loud crash and a string of curses in a foreign language rang out over the manor. “Oh not again!” Ailo cried racing up the stairs. Cassy, completely preoccupied with her mission, didn’t even hear the horrible screaming and crashing from the upstairs as she found the number for the Florist they had chosen. “Yes, yes, yes!” The phone rang several times before it was answered. “Hello, I am Cassy Peterson; I called you earlier and made an order for some wedding flowers? My soon to be Husband has decided he wants dark red roses, not the normal red.” Cassy paused for a moment.

“I have no idea what they are called, I just want dark red.” She paused again, his time her mouth was twisted in a frown. “DARK RED, black is just morbid! I don’t like to throw names around but my Husband to be is Mr. Seraph. Yes… that’s right. …Dyed? I know they grow a dark red rose! …I am not being out of line!” Cassy gasped at the person on the other end of the phone. “I am perfectly calm and I am not shouting! I want a dark red rose… fine I will find another Florist then!” Cassy yelled and hung up the phone.

“Rude guy…” She muttered crossing her arms. She had only gotten four hours of sleep since most of the wedding prep had to be done during the daylight hours. She figured she would just sleep when Mael got home and let him handle the rest of the planning. He was actually at work, which slightly peeved her, he got to go outside in the sun with his little trinket and she didn’t. She flopped onto the loveseat next to the desk she had piled with papers and phonebooks and rested her head back into the soft leather.

“Sleeping on the job already?” An amused voice remarked, Cassy opened her eyes and smiled. Mael stood in the doorway watching her contently, his hair cut short for his human disguise. His suit jacket hung loose as did his shirt and tie, it appeared he had pulled them free as soon as possible. “Yay you are home.” Cassy said and clapped teasingly. Mael smiled, more wicked than warm, and strolled leisurely toward the loveseat. “Yay indeed.” He said stoping front of her.

Though Cassy loved Mael to death, there were times when he was just plain frightening and when he did his creepy, evil smile, it sent chills up and down her spine. He licked his lips and shrugged his jacket off. Cassy drew back in her seat raising her eyes from his midsection to his face; there was a dazed lustful glare painted on it. “Uh… there are painters upstairs Mael…someone could walk in and…” Cassy started in a weak defense.

He simply waved his hand and the doors slammed shut and clicked as the locks turned inside them. Cassy swallowed hard. “Oh, oh… the Florist, we need to find another!” Cassy said scooting back farther. Mael didn’t seem to even hear her, he lowered his head and followed her along the loveseat until she hit the arm and was trapped. “I love it when you run…” He muttered caging her beneath him with his massive body.

“Mael!” Cassy shrieked as he grabbed hold of her leg and pulled her so she fell backward. His mouth was at her throat as his body pressed between her thighs. “Mael… lets be civil about this now… these are expensive jeans… don’t tear them off this time!” She cried. His hands were already pushing her sweater up so he could ravage her breasts. “I will buy more.” He said releasing the stress on the button of the jeans and pulled the zipper down.

Cassy whimpered but couldn’t really stop him. She melted into a puddle when he touched her. He could find ways to get her excited even when sex was the furthest thing from her mind… though with Mael around, it was normally the main subject. “Oh…you are so a cheater, Mael.” Cassy moaned falling limp from his attention. “My… Mother… oh God….wants to…meet you.” She panted. Her jeans were now surely ripped for they lay on the floor and she didn’t recall feeling them being pulled off.

“I suppose it had to happen sooner or later…” Mael commented pulling Cassy onto his lap for a ride. She complied, unable and unwilling to defy him. It was always a shock at first but his mind took any and all pain from his sudden invading and replaced it with, what could only be considered, porn like mega-gasms. Cassy waited for the shuddering to stop before she tried to speak again, which took several minutes due to Mael’s insistent thrusting. She was pretty sure the Painters could hear everything that was going on and probably the neighbors too but there was no way she could have said no… really.

Mael slowed their pace so it lasted longer; strangely, it was Cassy that liked to rush and Mael who savored the moment. He simply liked to torture people, is what Cassy figured. “When does your mother want to visit?” He asked nonchalantly burying deeper as deep as he could go with out disembroiling her. Cassy just crushed her face into his neck and waited for the spasms to stop. She breathed him in while she tried to hold on to his hair, she didn’t like it when he had it short, there was nothing to hold on to.


Ailo stood in the middle of the, soon to be, nursery rolling his eyes every once and awhile. The sound of his Master sating his Mistress was echoing in the room and he just smiled when the painters looked over at him questioningly. “It appears Master has come home…” He muttered under his breath, he was beginning to notice that it was a ritual when his Master arrived home from work that he would have to see his precious woman first and plow her…

The walls were getting slightly lighter but still it was not light pink. Ailo had been with the painters since dawn, he also had to rearrange his schedule for the wedding. “Alright, I have had enough. Get your things and go, we will try again tomorrow.” He finally said. One of the painters cocked his head in question to the suggestion. “GO, HOME, COME, BACK, TOMORROW!” Ailo enunciated loudly.

He led the troop of foreign painters down the stairs in a line and across the main hall to the foyer, all the while cursing under his breath.  Suddenly the doors to the study burst open and Cassy ran out screaming and giggling with nothing but her shirt on, following, of course, was Mael.  His shirt was off and his pants were unbuttoned. Ailo gasped in shock which finally alerted Cassy to the crowd of spectators.

She stopped stone still and smiled like a fool. “Um… Hi.” She said, holding her shirt down with one hand and waving with the other. Mael simply walked past them to the stairs as if he didn’t see them. “Come.” He said in a low command. Cassy looked to him then back to the painters and Ailo, who was in shock, and back to Mael. He was tapping the banister impatiently with his finger. “Coming… uh… sorry… um… bye!” She scooted back ward holding the front of her shirt down until she reached the stairs then nearly fell trying to walk up backward.

Mael sighed and picked her up over his shoulder, leaving her behind quite visible to the people below, and carried her up. “Mael!!!” She screamed while trying to struggle down from his grip. Ailo shifted his eyes from his Master back to the painters and tried to force a smile. “Well… see you tomorrow then…” He said finally and showed them out. Each of the five men kept looking back to the door as they loaded their equipment in their van.

Ailo slammed the door when they pulled off and sulked back to his room. He was so tired; he could barely keep his eyes open. “Ailo,” He looked up to see his Master on the stairs, his hair was long again, cascading down his chest and shoulders. “Cassy’s… Mother wants to come for a visit. See that one of the rooms is cleaned up for her, will you? Oh and tell the painters to try painting the room white first then light pink.” Mael said and rolled his eyes. “Yes… of course…” Ailo grunted and went to bed.

To be continued in:
Chapter 4: Vampire posse