Bitten Women's Shelter
by Sean Vivier
***Editor's Note: Adult language and situation. Be advised.***
"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't come inside."
That was Dr. Baumgartner's voice that Precious heard. She spoke in the tone that Precious had come to associate with controlled exasperation.
"No earthly power can stay me from my lady love."
Precious knew that voice, too. Her heart leapt to her throat. Stefan.
"Actually," said Dr. Baumgartner, "I can, and I just did. No vampire can cross a threshold without invitation. You've been officially uninvited. We're on holy ground, besides. You aren't going to hurt her anymore."
Precious crawled to the edge of the shelter's bed and risked a peek over the windowsill. Only enough to look down at the entrance. Sure enough, Dr. Baumgartner stood with arms crossed at the doorway, while Stefan eyed her with disdain and radiated power. Two men flanked Dr. Baumgartner, with jackets that spelled SECURITY in yellow letters on the back. Andy and Jax. Volunteers who didn't like to see women hurt by vampires. Werewolves, at that.
It was strange. Even after all Stefan had done to her, when she looked at him, she couldn't help but love him. It was like his power called her to him, some compulsion she couldn't resist. It must be some brand of magic. What else could make her feel that way?
Stefan leaned forward, so the floodlights caught his pale skin. "You. Will. Allow. Me. Entrance."