Your Uncle Wendell tried to do a family tree once and as near as he was able to determine your great great great great, well never mind that. I forget...how many greats is there, but what he found is the beginning of our line was either born out of wedlock to an indentured servant girl or out of wedlock to a girl who worked in a Baltimore brothel and there hasn't been anyone of note in the line since then.Then things started going bad between Gwen and me. My fault mostly because I couldn't, or. "Dionne told me that things were a bit tense in your home over the past year or so. She thought it was how you were upset about your boss. That sort of transferred to the rest of the family when you got home. Rick took some of that pressure off her. He's someone of her age she can talk to. She also said that when her mother was killed, she saw you change ... right away. You became more ... caring and thoughtful. She thinks you are a great dad and wants to please you. There's no doubt in my mind. But I couldn’t die, I had been turned immortal, but I still felt the constant pain of the ravages of time and the constant hunger to feed.”“But I am the Lord of Darkness and destruction, the equal of The Maker, this is supposed to be the scene of my Eternal Triumph through the Divine Right of the Stuart Crown!”“No longer, Satan, now you are merely a host to a Vampire.”“How long have you been a Vampire, Briant, since that first Judgement Day?” Satan croaked, falling to her knees.“Aye. Sixty. My cock was still semi hard as I put on a big white cotton robe to wear. She opened the door to her room. I could see some dried cum on the carpet in front of the door. Her husband must have watched from the key hole last night.She woke her husband as we walked passed him on the couch. He still had on his tux. He was a mess as we walked into the kitchen. I began to cook as they sat at the table. "You need to go wash my cab. Inside and out before tonight. The back seat needs a good scrubbing..