Ambrosia (Nectar 2)
“Your offspring could be extremely powerful vampires. We don’t know yet just how powerful.”
Tristan looked to her, “But you could die in childbirth.”
“Or you might survive,” Adrian put in, “particularly if we took special measures.”
“What measures?”
“Let us revisit that if and when it becomes an option,” Adrian smiled.
Kyla looked to Tristan, “I could die if I don’t get pregnant now because you could destroy me because if I start my period I’m not your perfect pet.”
Tristan’s expression was hard, guarded.
“Here we can do a controlled experiment.” Adrian interjected, “We have options to do a variety of controlled experiments.”
“How?”
“I can keep you safe,” Adrian said, “I have an experimental medicine that showed promise with Samuel Jasper. We could offer you protection as well, due to another tool I’ve developed. Medication can be used to help keep Tristan even when you menstruate. But Tristan needs to make some decisions before any experiments can be carried out.”
“What decisions?”
“Tristan?” Adrian pressed.
“Go ahead,” Tristan said quietly.
Adrian leaned back in his chair and smiled, “He needs to decide whether to get you pregnant and see if you’ll survive or let you go into a nectar cycle and I and my team watch his reactions under that formula and ensure we stop him before any harm comes to you. Each time he consumes your nectar he increases his abilities so it could be advantageous to see what results come of testing him after another cycle. It could be that he opts to feed repeatedly to see how powerful he can get.
It could be that he opts to get you pregnant and if you survive, do so repeatedly so that he can populate the world with as many perfect future vampires as your body allows.
Alternately, he could opt to harvest your eggs so that we can do in-vitro with surrogates and have someone else give birth to these perfect vampire children in your absence or in an effort to protect you from the risks of childbirth as well as keep the nectar flowing. He could put you on tap for repeated nectar cycles in a controlled environment so that you’re safe from him and he can opt to use that nectar in a variety of ways. He can also later turn you and attempt to conceive with you after you’re turned. You could be powerful enough to do that very successfully and by my research, there’s a good probability that children you have after you’re turned might not even need to be turned to be at their full potential. That’s something we’re very interested in researching. Tristan has a lot of options to weigh out.”
Kyla tilted her head at him. Regardless of biology, this man wasn’t family. He didn’t care a lick about Kyla, his biological granddaughter. This was a mad scientist who was also a cold and callous vampire and Kyla was just an instrument in a bevy of possible experiments.
“These are his decisions to make. He could even order a hysterectomy, protecting you from birth and from nectar cycles. But he’s got the potential to sire powerful vampires, he has the potential to change our world for the better with your blood. Heal sick vampires. Stem cell research from embryos could also produce a great many things before and after you’re turned. Many great things can come out of this. You’re looking at me like you’re about to suffer a death sentence but that’s absolutely untrue.”
Kyla looked to Tristan. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking off into space. She looked back to Adrian. She ignored the chilling in her blood at the man’s words, the man’s demeanour.
“This was all part of the long term plans. Tristan’s grandfather and I planned this almost twenty-seven years ago when we first planned for your parents to meet.”
“Why does he smell and taste like dessert?” It was a stupid question to ask right now after all that’d been revealed but the track her brain was on, she needed to get off it. Badly. Talk about information overload!
“Endorphins. You two are a perfect match. You both appeal to one another. Are you a dessert person?”
“Uh huh.”
His scent… it was of things she wanted but rarely had as an underprivileged foster child so the one thing she indulged in as an adult was dessert.
“That’s why he smells like dessert to you. If you were a flower person, he’d probably smell like flowers. It’s all chemical. A natural mating call. You’re meant for him. You smell and taste the way he wants. He smells like what you want. He generates a chemical reaction in you that makes you open to mating with him, a little like being entranced but you’re evidently keeping your faculties, which is astonishing.”
She was quiet, reflective for a moment.
“What happened to my parents?”
“Your parents were a means to an end. This end.”