The next years seem to go by quickly.

Over the next year, Kira delivered Ralph’s daughter, and before long had fully recovered from pregnancy. As before her body responded almost absurdly quickly, and she was back to her normally lean and curvaceous body within weeks.

The growing family raised Kira’s daughter and Celeste’s son, tended their land and kept to themselves for the most part.

Ralph ran his shipyards, spending many of his days away, training up people to run them when he was off at the farm. And as he spent more and more time away at his shipyards, he seemed to be looking younger by the day.

At night, Ralph would spend a night here and there with Kira, sharing a bed with her. All of them continued to grow stronger as they fed on the milk of the two beautiful women.

Celeste shared a bed with John quite often, and nobody complained about it. They lived something of a sexually free lifestyle. There seemed to be no sparks at all between Celeste and Ralph, and nobody was trying to push anything at all.

Over the next years as the children grew, growing strong on the breastmilk they were sharing with Ralph and the other adult members of the family.

Kira and her dad were doing fine, and Ralph had taken up a few girlfriends in the various towns he did business in, so he was ok, but Celeste was not acclimating well to the countryside.

When they spoke about it, she said she was still scared of Amber and the twins showing up out of nowhere for her and her son, and she didn’t feel like she belonged here.

It seemed that the years she had spent with Celeste, her part in keeping John and Kira captive, and the time she spent hiding in London as a simple prostitute had taken a toll on her mind and her happiness.

She didn’t look healthy, it seemed that some measure of mental health was needed to keep up the special health abilities that each of them carried. Celeste was aging, and did not look well. A change was needed.

Ralph offered to take her somewhere, but she declined. He was a part of this, a life she wanted no more to do with. Instead she asked them to take her to London and let her go, to let her go fully. She hoped she could find peace somewhere else in the world, and she was taking her son with her, she didn’t want this for him either.

So with a lot of sadness, John and Kira let her go. They gave her plenty of money for the trip, and offered her a property anywhere she wanted to go, but she declined. She wanted to vanish off of the map, she would have to make her own way.

Kira brought out the big book of properties her father owned and left it with Celeste. “Don’t tell us where you are going, but there are like two hundred properties in this book, and information on who to contact if you need one of them prepared for use.”

“I am going to go to bed, take one or two, don’t take any, we won’t know what is missing as there are too many to commit to memory,” Kira continued. “You will have your privacy, I promise, but please take a head start in your new life.”

Celeste looked at the book for a long while after Kira left it, for hours. And a couple of days later when one of Ralph’s men drove her and her son to London, she had three of the pages with her. And she had a lot of currency to get started on.

She wanted to slip away, and she found three properties in Canada, a place she knew was tough to get to, and which was thought to be relatively peaceful compared to the rather lawless former United States of America.

She booked passage on a ship taking the slow path to get there, crossing in safer Southern waters and then staying well away from the coast of the former USA.

At one point they did get to within visual range of a place a bit North of New York City, and she saw something that surprised her, a massive ship, bent and rusted, destroyed by war and then the weather, sticking up in the air out of the water near the shore.

They weren’t close to shore, it was amazing they could see it at all. The part sticking out of the water looked like it was three hundred feet long or more, with a massive flat surface on one side, big enough to build houses on.

She hadn’t even known a ship of that size existed. One of the rotors on the back of it was a good deal larger than the ship she was on.

Then maybe ten miles up the shoreline there was another, against the beach and on it’s side. Another massive rusted husk of an ancient warship.

What she had seen were the remains of two of the USA’s old nuclear powered aircraft carriers, relics of a long gone era of global warfare.

She did not know that they were sailing over the remains of what was once a great naval fleet, dozens of warships lay in the water beneath them.

The ship she and her son was on sailed past without slowing down, finally dropping her off in Canada, where she found a truck service that still operated. For a cost they were willing to drive people inland, and she had currency they still accepted.

She had found three properties in Canada in the big book and took all three, wanting to give her family no reason to ever make the trip.

She traveled inland with her son and found a remote property to live on that had aged a lot since it was last used but that suited her.

She didn’t want to be immortal, it didn’t suit her. She didn’t like that she could remember with crystal clarity almost every event of her adult life. She could remember the taste of men and women in the house in Paris, she could remember how she felt when she helped them to find and capture John and Kira.

She could remember in vivid detail serving strangers, disgusting men one and all in London while hiding out from authorities. She could remember clearly her many nights on the tables in the brothel. Having man after man fuck her, or swallowing cum from a long line of men, for Amber‘s profit.

She could feel her health failing a bit, slowly, and she welcomed it. And she welcomed a normal mortal life for her son.

People were not meant to live forever as some sort of immortal sex vampire. She would let het time come and go if it could.