Paranormal Romance: Chosen By Two Vampires (New Adult Threesome Vampire Romance Short Stories MFM Menage MMF Alpha) Read Free

walked alongside the harbor and Bruce bought them ice creams though Jenny told him not to.
    “Best ice creams in Yorkshire,” he said.  “Just be careful the gulls don't poo in them.”
    “Are you married?” asked Ana.
    “Just ignore her,” Jenny said, she knows its rude to ask questions like that.
    Bruce smiled.  “I don't mind,” he said.  “I was married once.  But it didn't last long.”
    “Why not?” asked Ana.
    “I was in the army,” he said.  “I guess in some ways I was married to the army.”  He grinned at Jenny.  “Shall we go over the river?” he said.
    He led them across the bridge and Ana turned to Jenny and said, “Married to the army.  I think that means he's gay.”
    They walked up the hill to the long grass and weathered gravestones below the Abbey. 
    “Lot of Goths around here,” observed Bruce.
    “Steam Punk,” corrected Ana.
    “I see,” said Bruce.  “Is that what you're in to?”
    “Not really,” said Ana.  “But its interesting.  I like to see the people dress up.  Everyday clothing is so boring.”
    “You should talk to Razvan,” said Bruce.  They sat down on a bench with the Abbey behind them and looked down at the town below them.  “He knows a thing or two about dressing unusually.”
    “He certainly seems to,” said Jenny.
    “Is he your partner?” asked Ana.
    Bruce laughed.  “What?  Is that what he said?  He's a one,” he said.  “Far from it.  He just works here during the season.  Cooks, does a few odd jobs in exchange for a little money and accommodation.  He's an English teacher back in his own country and just comes here in the summer to practice it.”
    “Where's he from?” asked Jenny. 
    “Romania, maybe.  Or somewhere similar.  If you're interested in Steam Punk, there's a party in town tonight.”
    “I'd love to go,” said Ana. 
    “Over twenty-ones only, I'm afraid,” said Bruce.  “But your mum could go.”

Chapter Six
     
    When they arrived back at the guest house they found Razvan lounging in the front room, with his long nose in a classic work of literature.
    “Jenny is interested in the steam punk party this evening,” said Bruce.
    “I'm not really,” said Jenny.  “I was just wondering, really.”
    “Excellent,” said Razvan, slamming shut his book.  “Starts at eight.  I've given myself the evening off, so Bruce will have to stay in.”
    “Don't listen to him,” said Bruce.
    “Of course, you will need fancy dress.”
    “Well, I don't have any, so its not really possible,” Jenny said.
    “I have something for you,” said Razvan.  “One moment.” He disappeared then came back with a costume.  “This will do,” he said.
    “What is it?” asked Jenny.
    “It will be fine for you,” said Razvan dismissively.  “Just put it on.”
    As they climbed the stairs, Ana said, “He's weird, isn't he?”
    “A bit odd,” she agreed.”
    “He looks like Johnny Depp.”
    Jenny was shocked.  “No way.  He looks nothing like him.”
    “Yes,” insisted Ana.  “A bit old and a bit strange.  But still a bit good-looking.”
    Jenny suddenly realized that maybe even Johnny Depp had finally become old.
    “He looks like something from a Tim Burton film,” she said.  “That is probably true.”
    Jenny put on the costume and then knocked on Ana's door.  Her daughter's eyes became as wide as saucers. 
    “A nun,” she exclaimed.
    “This can't be right, can it?”
    Ana shrugged.  “Maybe.  I don't know.  You look good in it, anyway.”
    “I look good as a nun,” said Jenny.  “I'm not sure what to make of that.”
    She went downstairs to find Razvan back in his chair with his book.
    “Fabulous,” he said when he saw her.  “Jenny, you look fabulous.”
    “Are you going to change?” she asked him.
    “But I have,” he said, even though the only thing that seemed to be different was that he had put on a red smoking jacket.
    “What are you?” she asked.
    “A vampire, of