"Blood Spawn" or "Children, such a Blessing?"
by L. Shannon
"Oh! Sorry to interrupt you..." Bax’s apology changed to a growl, as he stared at the demolition site before him. The man on the floor under his wife gave him a cocky wink and disappeared.
“Bax. It’s not what you think...” Sacayla’s sincere plea broke into childish giggles. Their two sons were also giggling and growling, trying to free themselves from her playful grasp. “Really, they just got carried
away.”
“What the hell happened?” The normally calm livingroom was torn to shreds, with stuffing and furniture laying in pieces all over. All of it was destroyed. Even his much loved computer lay to one side with its inwards, now outwards. The dozen roses clutched in his left hand sagged, as did his hopes for a quiet
romantic evening.
The two boys, who ‘just got carried away,’ managed to get free and hovered behind their mother, looking as impish and unrepentant as ever. “Uncle Grant came to play.” Alexyn said. And things break when Grant comes over.
Kexlyn flew across the room, slamming into his chest. “Papa’s home! Gimme hug!” His bat-like wings beat the air, during his enthusiastic mauling.
“Is Pa Pa mad?” Alexyn’s question was quiet and serious. He stayed a bit back, still unsure how bad he’d been.
“No, your papa isn’t mad.” Sacayla answered their son when he would have disagreed. Yeah, he was mad, but anger was hard to hold on to, while his arms were full of a wiggling demon child. Kex was currently trying to slime him with what he called kisses, but more resembled the kiss of a cocker spaniel.
Bax set his son down only to have him flutter back up before him. He held Kex down with one hand on his head, as he tried to catch Sacayla’s attention. “Sacayla?”
“Papa! What are those?” was all the warning he had before Kex and then Alexyn both disappeared, reappearing next to the bags he’d dropped at the door. “Are they bang-bangs? Are they? Can we have ‘em? You brought ‘em for us, right?” Seconds behind them, Grant popped back in and peered into the bag too.
“Bax...” Sacayla’s voice was filled with a warning, that made him chuckle. “What did you bring home this time?”
“Grant, watch the boys,” he growled, then turned innocently to his wife. “Yes dear?” He reached out with his powers, pulling Sacayla close. His arms tightened around her slim waist. His lengthening fangs scraped over her throat. She shivered in his embrace. Pulling back, he bestowed the semi-crushed roses. “Wait... Boys, take those grenades outside to play! You know you mother doesn’t allow that inside.” Then he returned to the welcome that waited for him in the arms of a wife, a sensible man would never have claimed.
Fortunately, he wasn’t sensible.
The door slammed shut as he lowered his head once more to hers, resting there for a moment, simply enjoying the pleasure of her touch. Finally alone. Their lips met with a...
*BOOM*
