Lyne took off the last clothing she was wearing as she stared at herself in the mirror. She was beginning to add weight. Looking a bit fuller with her breasts added and hips rounder. Her hair that rolled down her shoulder and reached her waist bristled. Her blue eyes getting deeper. Will motherhood be good on her?

"Everything looks good on you." She heard Zeidan say as he came up behind her wrapping his arm around her waist and placing a kiss on her shoulder.

Lyne smiled up at him through the mirror and she thought he looked so handsome with his brown hair and dark eyes, well-cut jaws, and stubbles of beards lining them.

"I hope so. Wouldn't want to be looking like a sack of potatoes before my kid."

"You mean kids?" He asked and it took a while for her to realize what he meant. She turned sharply to look into his eyes.

"Kids? You want more kids?"

He nodded and turned her to face him squarely, running his eyes over her which caused her to flush. 

"I want plenty of kids but after this one, we have to fight Shelbrooke together before having as many children as we want."

Lyne laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling content. 

"Aww." He groaned, rubbing his hands over her bare back. She shivered at his touch.

She wanted to stay here forever. In his protective arms, assured of safety and a bright future where it would just be him, her, and their kids. But there are other people they must defeat asides from Shelbrooke.

"Maya." She called, her cheek pressed against his chest. 

"Yes, I thought about it." He lifted a hand and ran it through her hair. "She can't hurt us any longer since she calmly told you about the Onyx."

"And the people she killed?" Lyne lifted her head to look up into his eyes.

"Lyne, she is getting punished for her evil deeds. She will forever be alone, always running..."

"And always causing havoc!" She replied. 

"Zeidan, she killed my mother." 

"So, how do you want me to punish her? Kill her? Strip her naked in public and beat her? Or what?" He asked jokingly and she pouted, causing him to laugh.

"No. Just tie a bag of dead meat around her neck and throw her into a pit full of giant flies." 

Within minutes, they were joking around, talking about their good times and some of his subjects with the weirdest hairstyles and shoes. Soon, Lyne felt sleepy.

"Zeidan," Lyne said. "I really could use an early sleep."

"Oh, that's right." Zeidan pulled her arm, and he was pulling her back into their room. "However, you could use a cover-up more."

Lyne went at him as if trying to hit him and he darted back into the room. "Hey, I look good."

She turned towards the wardrobe and grabbed a tiny linen gown, wearing it over her head as she watched Zeidan climb the bed. She climbed in after him. 

"We should work things out about our future. What do you think?" 

"Well, well," Lyne said. "I say we do this."

"I was thinking of setting you up with Dr. Stevenson's special treatment for very important people." He suggested. 

"But then, we still have a war ahead of us which you, my dear, have been resolute to see the end. So, I guess we have no choice but to either send you back to South Park or Los Angeles."

"Are there ice creams in South Park?"

Zeidan looked confused for a while before answering.

"I doubt that."

"So, no. I'll rather go to Los Angeles." 

He beamed with a smile, looking down at her. 

"Los Angeles, it is then."

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"Argh!" Luana gasped as she grabbed the bed sheets she laid on, the other hand clasped behind Reyns and urging him to go harder on her.

She didn't know if it was a result of the alcohol but she wanted more of this man. Running her fingers through his hair, she arched her back to match his pace and vigor. He was good at reaching her most sensitive point, hitting her core like a master who has known her for years and has studied her body for ages.

"Mmh! Yeah." He groaned as he kept at it, sucking in his breath and jamming into her. This was the third round that night and it was as if she didn't want him to go.

His hand found its way around one of her breasts and squeezed it gently, slowly penetrating her. As she moaned, she reflected on her life in Vampire city.

"You can't go there?"

"Why, Dad?" Seventeen-year-old Luana had asked her Father why she couldn't go with the other teenage girls to the yearly Vampire get-together for young girls and boys. 

"Because responsible girls with future don't go about attending useless events that add no meaning to the affairs of the state."

"Dad!" She squealed. "This event is meant to generate money from other foreigners as well to support the City. It is useful. You never let me mingle with the others. I'm like a prisoner to you."

Tyson shook his head. "My dear daughter, one day, you will understand."

This was like the thousandth event her father would stop her from attending but it was like pouring water into a basket because his restrictions didn't stop her. They never did.

"Okay, sir." She replied and went back upstairs into her room. 

When she was sure they had gone, she fastened the lock on the door and rushed to her bed, lifting the sheets that covered it, and brought out a black bag. Unzipping it, she removed a shiny black and gold short gown, cosmetics, and a black pair of stilettos.

"Let's see you stop me now." 

After dressing up, she grabbed a long, black wig and wore it, completing her look. Staring at the mirror now at a completely different person, she knew then that she was nothing more than a rebel who would one day be free of her Father's bondage and shadow. 

She was careful in jumping out of the window, so as not to shred her body tight gown that barely covered her lap into pieces. When she was outside, she walked carefully to avoid her father until she was out of the main gate. 

It was almost dark by the time she would get to the gathering, and everyone had arrived. Although they all gave her a look she had worked hard to earn as a terror Queen, the only person on her mind was Spike, her boyfriend. She met two boys who happened to be his friend at a corner but when she approached them, they straightened immediately.

"Hey!" The first one greeted her with a smile which was strange because none of them liked her.

"Hey!" She greeted back, wondering what was going on.

"Any problem? Where's Spike?"

Spike was her type of guy. Rough, streetwise, and hot. Blonde, blue eyes, and knew how to make her melt. However, when she was suspicious of how his friends were acting and stomped into an enclosed room after pushing them away, she found her type of guy with a blonde girl on him.

When she confronted him, he called her rude and said he could never have any serious relationship with the terror Queen.

"Nobody can ever love you, Luana. You're nothing but a terror Queen who wants everything to herself always."

But the terror Queen was here getting banged by her crush. When Reyns pulled out, she heaved a sigh of contentment.