The story of Tilly, born to Margaret and Henri. She matures into a young adult and adjusts to being different.
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"You're pregnant?" Henri gasped.
Margaret responded. "Yes, and before you ask, it was after you converted. I'm sure. I had started my menstrual cycle two weeks before you left on your trip. I missed a cycle while you were gone, and my breasts are tender. I was examined by the midwife a few days ago and she confirmed it."
"We're going to have a baby," he mumbled.
And they did. Talin (meaning unclear) was born in 1752 AD. They nicknamed her Tilly. Because she was the offspring of a human mother and a vampire father, Tilly was a Dhampirs. Tilly aged normally at first. During that time, Margaret decided she wanted to join her husband in immortal life. They found a wet nurse for Tilly. Henri incorporated bites into their love making and Margaret was quickly converted. They decided living in a close-knit community would be problematic since neither would be aging. Paris would be an easier place to live their lifestyle unnoticed.
Henri had a cousin, Louis, who was an officer in the French Royal Army. He had saved the monarch's life at notable risk to himself, while others fled. The King expressed his gratitude by executing those that left him to die and awarding Louis a great deal of money. Henri offered to renounce his title and estate, which would then pass to his cousin, for a large amount of money. Louis accepted and the deal was privately consummated.
Henri and family quietly moved to Paris. They bought a comfortable home outside the city and established an art gallery. Henri renewed his arrangement with the orderly at the hospital. The blood was stored in a zeer pot to keep it cool.
As all Dhampirs do, Tilly aged normally until she was eighteen-years-old, at which point she stopped growing older. She also became immune to all conventional illness, disease, and infection.
As a Dhampir. Tilly could eat normal food like humans can, but to attain her powers she would require blood. Her parents chose to keep her vampire lineage from her, until she was more mature. Public schools were not available in Paris at that time, but Margaret saw to her education. She also began working at the gallery, helping in the back. In time she also started working with walk-in customers, although it was a minor part of the business.
They settled into a routine. Henri worked acquisitions, using his noble birth to connect with other families in need of some cash. He got up before sunset at 4:00 pm to go into the shop. Margaret managed the gallery and used her family name to sell art to the French aristocracy. Margaret stayed up past sunrise and was in the gallery until noon. In addition to helping window shoppers and minor clients, Tilly kept the financial books. She was alone in the shop from noon until around 5:00 pm.
For twelve years this was their life. The gallery was making more money every year and life was good. Late one afternoon a well-dressed gentleman entered the store. Tilly greeted him and he asked about a François Boucher painting entitled "The Love Letter." It was about twenty years old
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She walked towards the back wall to show it to him. He grabbed her from behind and held a knife to her throat.
"Where's the money?" He demanded.
"We normally keep it in the back, but..." she replied.
He placed the knife at her back.
"Shut up! Lock the front door and put the 'Closed' sign out!"
She did as she was told and then led the way to the back room.
He tied her up to a chair with heavy twine and broke open the cash box. It was empty and it enraged him. He walked to Tilly and sliced her arm with the knife.
"I'm gonna kill you if you don't tell me where the money is."
"We have no sales today. I tried to tell you before, there is no money."
"I'll cut your throat you little bitch. Tell me where the money is!" He screamed.
"Cut my throat or not, I can't produce money where there is none."
"You're a sassy wench. Maybe I'll use that mouth for myself," he threatened.
Tilly remained calm and strangely was not feeling afraid. What she felt was anger. Anger that this big oaf felt entitled to take their money. Her father would be here soon and dispense with him quickly.
The would-be robber dropped his pants, exposing himself to her.
Tilly was intrigued. She had seen small boys and infants' penises. She had even seen her dad's long fat penis a few times. But she hadn't ever seen an erection before. She knew the mechanics of intercourse and had looked at drawings, but here was the real thing... fascinating.
"What you lookin' at you bitch? You scared?"
"No, not really." She replied.
That comment caught him off-guard. He was accustomed to frightening people. 'Maybe this little twat ain't right in the head.' He thought, as he stroked himself.
"I'm gonna fuck your face... ram my big cock down your little throat until you choke."
With all the distain and sarcasm, a teenager can muster, she replied, "Whatever."
He grabbed her hair and pushed her head back.
"You relax. If you bite me, I'll slit your throat."
Tilly remained undaunted by the man's attempts to intimidate her. She was still furious at his behavior, but also curious about what it would feel and taste like. He shoved it in and pulled her head towards him. His dick wasn't big, but her mouth was quite small. She gagged once, but then simply relaxed. He tasted of urine and body odor. She found it mildly unpleasant. He thrust into her a half dozen times and then ejaculated.
"Swallow it all or I'll slit your throat!"
'Do this, do that or I'll slit your throat!' she mockingly thought. 'This asshole has no imagination.'
