This is another request I got from my wonderful DestinyTot, and I'm super excited that I'm writing this, because it's dark-ish and I don't get to write many dark-ish fics. Also, I didn't specify Ludwigs age, so you can choose, but just remember, this is SHOTA

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Background story (if you don't understand the first two paragraphs, even though they're totally random...orz): Gilbert is a vampire, who is also the general of a vampire army. There is a war that will happen between the vampires and the humans, but he is getting too old to command his armies. He is looking for a vampire or human to replace him when the time comes.

WARNING: Shotacon, so if you don't like that stuff, please leave now (you guys should know me well enough that I love smut)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing

A war was coming, and he knew it. Every man and woman of his kind could feel it, smell it, touch it. It wasn't long before the humans knew it too, and prepared, as they always did. Even the animals could sense it. They buried themselves deep in their homes, warm and content in the fact that the two species could settle the difference on their own. But sometimes it would drag on for months, years, decades; the last one did. And he hadbeen that samered eyed creature to lead that slaughter the humans called the "Bubonic Plague". His people decimated the others, wiping out every man, woman, and child they could reach with their clawed hands. He led that war with a fire in his eyes he no longer possessed now, for he was growing old, weak, and frail. He needed an heir, someone he could trust to take over this monumental job.

But he saw what his kind was capable of: killing, torturing, damn near cannibalism on some occasions. He didn't, no, couldn't, trust any of his warriors with a task such as that. He himself restrained his urge to join the fray many times, knowing he couldn't stop himself in the midst of the bloodshed. He needed someone that hadn't experienced the horrors of war, someone young and innocent that he could teach, mold and shape in the ways of war. He would become an apprentice, or maybe more if it had to come to that...

The boy was here. He knew it just by the scent of the air. The human was in this crowd, waiting for him, even if he didn't know it. As the slow, cool breeze lifted up his cape and swirled it around him, he gazed at each child, examining pale faces lighting up in the moonlight as they walked along the roadway. He couldn't use just any child, no. This one was specific, special, different. This one had a unique purpose; both in this world and for the blood lover's uses. He had a different scent, one he had smelled on only a handful of humans in his age of being. The second he saw the child he closed in, fixing his predatory and hungry eyes on that head of flaxen blonde hair.

He strode down the cobbled street elegantly, weaving in and out of the tiny bodies, checking their bags and baskets, comparing their haul of sweets to their friends, pointing and laughing when one got an apple, or a rock instead of a candy bar. His victim stood on the street corner, clinging to the lamp, the orange light giving his hair an eery glow, ironic because of the Holiday. He watched wistfully as the other kids skipped down the street, running along the emerald grass instead of the walkway. They said their usual mantra of "Trick-or-treat!" and took their candies, sprinting back across the lawn to the next house.

The boy watched all of this, probably a dozen times by now. He examined each face, small and squishy like his own, with jealousy and anger. Why couldn't he be one of them, having fun and going around with his friends? The answer to that was that he didn't have any friends. No one his age could relate to him; they thought he was odd, called him names, and then went off to play with their own companions. He glared and sighed sadly, sliding down the cool metal and sitting down on the damp grass. His costume pants ruffled around his knees, the scratchy fabric pricking his skin. The thought had popped up in his mind earlier that night to dress up and go Trick-or-treating, but once he got out the door, he realized he had no one to go with. The sapphire eyed boy gave up after five minutes and, instead of going back to Mr. Edelstein's house, where he resided, he went to the nearest streetlight and clung to it.

The poofy orange fabric of the pumpkin costume ballooned around his waist, making him feel more of a fool than he already did. Sliding down his head was a hat, made to resemble the stem and leaves of the orange vegetable, which was promptly thrown on the ground. Why did Mr. Edelstein make him wear that stupid thing? He would rather go as a werewolf or something scary. He didn't see the albino next to him, gazing at him with a predatory gleam in his eye. Gilbert stood behind him, looking at him with his red irises clouded with hunger. Oh, yes. This boy was the one.

Ludwig started, spotting the man only after he rested his head on his knees and lay his cheek on his forearm. The dark leather boots ended at his knees, the laces weaving through the eyelets perfectly. Dark blue pants hugged his strong legs, and an overflowing black dress shirt fell around his hips. His hair was, unusual for his character, was slicked back and placed in a tight ponytail at the nape of his alabaster neck. Razor sharp fangs retracted as he looked down at the small boy, sighting the fear in his eyes. Chuckling, he reached a hand down and ruffled the yellow hair.

"Do not be afraid, young one. There is nothing to be frightened of", the vampire said in a deep voice, crouching low on his heels to get face-to-face with his newest victim. He pushed a stray lock of hair out of the round face and tucked it behind the petite ear. Besides what I might do to you later...he thought with a smirk. He grasped the tiny hand in his and pulled the boy to his feet, placing his arm on his shoulder.

"Now, why are you not out there with your friends? Did they leave you behind, or are you lost?"

That last question stung. Not because of the sheer rudeness of it, but Ludwig actually thought his friends, if he had any, would abandon him, and probably before they even got to the first house.

"They didn't leave me behind, and I am not lost! I...I just felt like going by myself for once..." He looked down and away. Why did he have to say it like that? It was as though he knew...

"Well, you don't seem to be having much fun on your own. I shall take you back to my manor. There are far better things to do there than sit outside in the cold." It didn't really matter if the boy said no, because it wasn't a question, the boy was going with him. His red eyes flashed with want, waiting impatiently to hear Ludwig's answer.

Ludwig looked around at the other kids, deciding he wouldn't want to be on his own anymore, and straightened his back, nodding curtly at the albino. Mumbling a quick, "Ja, let us go", he took the mans hand, snatching the costume hat from the ground. The walked silently on for a few minutes, before Ludwig spoke up.

"Sir, when will we get there?" Sir, he liked the sound of that title. Most of his soldiers called him "Master", if that at all. Their mouths were usually too full of flesh and bone to talk properly, and when they did speak, it was in the tongue of savages, garbled and ripped up like the prey the devoured. Ignoring the question, he led the boy to a carriage, strapped to two monstrous onyx horses. Gilbert lifted Ludwig up into the plush, red velvet seat, coming in after and shutting the door with an ominously loud 'click'

The horses trotted without command, leading them silently down the cobbled street, past gaudy seas of costumed children, and through twisted trees and moonlight. The ride was a relatively silent one, until Gilbert spotted the boy staring at the many jewels littering his body

"Is there a particular piece you fancy, kleine?" he asked, placing his hands on his knees, showing off his many glittering fingers, laden with rubies and sapphires. The boys eyes, however, were fixed on the Iron Cross hanging around his neck, twirling in midair on a leather string. "This one? Sorry, but this one stays with me. It's extremely precious, and I don't trust anybody else with it"

When the downcast look crossed his eyes, he sighed, and took the boy's hand. "Do not worry, there are far better things in the world than jewelry, I can assure you." The vampire stroked the boy's cheek with his thumb, relishing the frightened look in his eyes. The rest of the ride was a quiet one, going over rocky hills and flat meadows of deceased grasses until they reached a long narrow road, leading up to the biggest and grandest mansion Ludwig had ever seen.

Turrets jutted into the dark, ominous sky, and flickering candles could be seen standing on a crystal chandelier though the high window above the door. The cold stone shone in the gloomy moonlight, making the building shine dully as they rode up the path. The stones fell out of their places as the horses trotted their cloven hooves to the door, stopping with a snort. The building looked more like a skyscraper close up, Ludwig thought, fixing his eyes at the very tip.

Gilbert smiled, his plan to woo the child with the splendor of his castle was going well. Now, to make sure he doesn't figure it out and want to leave, he said to himself, reaching across and unlatching the door. He gently patted Ludwig out the door and followed, leading the blonde through the almost pitch black oak doors and into the marble hall. To his dismay, when he looked around, Ludwig could not find any butlers, maids, or other staff according to his fantasy.

"Are there any other people here?" he asked, tugging on the edge of the cloak.

"No, I live alone, except for the occasional visitor or weary traveler, but the do not stay long."

"Don't you get lonely?" He followed Gilbert up the marble steps and into a large elegant parlor room, shuffling nervously in the doorway.

"Yes, on occasions I do, but not anymore now that you are here. Come, sit in any chair you like!" he said with a genuine smile, gesturing to a number of plush seats and ottomans, sitting in his own special one in the center of the room. Ludwig glanced around, not catching the suspicious comment made about him, and sat in the largest and softest chair in the corner, next to the stained glass window. He snuggled into it, smiling at the equally happy albino opposite him.

"How do you like my home? Is it to your satisfaction?"

"Satisfaction?"

"Yes, surely an elegant, child like yourself has high tastes in architecture and art?" he asked, turning on the charm to seduce his prey. His crimson eyes flashed, momentarily revealing the want he had for the child, before returning to their deceptive copper. There were many ways he could convince people to do what he wanted, but this way was by far the most effective. And not to mention the most entertaining, as he got to witness the violent blushes and stammers he received.

"O-oh...yes, it is very beautiful..." he stuttered, the pink already rising to his cheeks, making his whole face feel warmer. Did he just get complimented? No one ever did that to him before...He looked around nervously, studying the room decorated with lavish paintings and furniture. Mr. Edelstein's house was grand, no doubt, but this surpassed even his elegant tastes. He fidgeted and played with the handle on his bag, twirling a piece of candy in his fingers, wondering if it would be rude to eat it.

"Ah, I see you have collected some fortune on your conquest, have you not? Oh, excuse me, what I meant to say was 'you have collected some sweets while you were out?'" he corrected himself, seeing the confused look on his face at his eloquent language. Ludwig nodded and stood up, moving over to the other and held out the sack, showing the moderate amount of candy he had gained.

"Would you like some?" he was taught to say this to anyone, being kind and generous was drilled into him at a young age. In truth, he didn't care for them, other than the chocolates, so he decided he would let the man have the others.

"Ah, no, I don't particularly enjoy them...how about I get us some refreshments while you stay here and enjoy your stash, hm?" He left without an answer, leaving little Luddy alone to sit back on the once warm seat and consume the sweets.

Gilbert, meanwhile, was in his kitchen, pouring out a fresh cup of blood red wine, and an extra one of beer for later. He filled a final one with warm milk, for the boy. After taking a sip of the wine and sighing appreciatively at its quality, he returned to the occupied room, spotting an already drowsy child. Chuckling lowly, he set the three glasses on a side table and picked up Ludwig, sitting back in his own large chair with him on his lap.

"Tired, mein lieber?" With a weary nod, Ludwig snuggled into Gilbert's warm chest. "Well, we can't have that now can we?" he said, picking up the child and turning him around, torso to orange clothed chest. By now the milk had cooled, which was perfect, because he didn't want the boy asleep again. He picked it up and handed it to Ludwig, who drank a little, before squirming in discomfort. This small movement stirred something deep inside the vampire, physically and mentally. He needed to carry out his plan fast, or else he might lose control.

"Aren't you uncomfortable in this absurd outfit?" he growled, tugging on the zipper impatiently.

"Absurd? I don't think so...Mr. Edelstein made it for me especially, and I'm grateful for it." he said, looking at the adult scornfully. Even though he was strict, his caretaker cared for him, and he didn't want anybody insulting him.

Gilbert ignored the look, pulling down the zipper fully. "Yes yes, Roderich ja? That's his first name...I've known him for a while now. Is he still stuck up and stuffy?" he asked, pulling off the pumpkin costume and discarding it on the floor, leaving Ludwig in his white undershirt and black pants.

Ludwig nodded, moving out off his costume confusedly. "Sir, what are you d-" he started, but was quickly cut off.

"I shall show you in a moment, kleine. And, by the way, my name is Gilbert, you shall do to remember it from now on." He picked Ludwig up and carried him up another set of stairs to a wide hallway, which he strode down briskly, passing o0ther rooms in search of his own. He tried calming himself, he needed to be in control when he took the boy, or he might end up hurting him. By the time he composed himself, they were in front of a dark red door. He gently put the boy down and opened it, revealing a large, lavishly decorated room.

Ruby curtains hung around large windows, showing the dark sky behind them. The dark cream carpet flattened under their feet as they stepped in, Gilbert moving to the bed on the opposite wall. He gestured for Ludwig to move in, and he did so, nervously, wondering what was going on.

"You've never been truly loved have you? Never wanted, or felt needed by anybody?" Gilbert asked out of the blue, lifting the boy onto the bed. It might have been a vague question, but he had to get Ludwig to agree somehow. Ludwig looked down, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm only a child, why would anybody love me? I have no friends, or family...Mr. Edelstein isn't even my real father! This is the most fun I've had in a while to tell the truth..." he mumbled the last bit, looking away as he colored red. He couldn't believe he was telling all this to a complete stranger, but he was comforted by it. Gilbert chuckled to himself, pulling Ludwig onto his lap and hugging him from behind.

"What would you say if I said that I loved you?" Of course he meant the term 'loved' in the loosest way possible. He did feel a connection to the boy, but he couldn't call it love, only...lust.

"W-what do you mean 'love'?" he asked, looking into the crimson eyes above him, noting the strange difference.

"Let me put it a simpler way...Are there any times Roderich-"

"Mister Edelstein"

"Whatever. Are there any times Mister Edelstein and Miss Elizabeta have told you not to go in their room at night? Any strange noises you hear when you sneak down the hallway and try not to get caught listening?"

"How did you-?"

"I have my ways, liebe. Now, answer the question" he mumbled into the boys ear, running his hands down his waist and rubbing small circles. In truth, he had been following (stalking more like it) Ludwig for a while, about two months, but he didn't need to know that. Squirming, Ludwig tried to get off Gilbert's lap, but strong hands held him in place.

"P-please let go, this feels weird..." he said, blushing as red as the others eyes. The image of Miss Elizabeta moaning out incoherent words as Mister Edelstein towered over her was making him flush.

"So you do know what they were doing! My my, you are a curious boy..." Gilbert chuckled, tightening his grip on the bony hips, grinding up slowly at the thought. But instead it was Ludwig, panting and whispering his name, and he himself claiming the tiny, delicate body. The fangs emerged slowly, his head lowered, and his hair tickled the slim neck as the canines ran over the pale column of neck, not piercing just yet, but still pushing down enough to be felt.

"Ah, th-that hurts! Uh...Mister Gilbert...?" he turned around, finally spotting bright, primal eyes glaring back at him. His eyes lowered to his shoulder, and the teeth currently touching it lightly. They were...longer, a lot longer than his own. Stories were told in the towns, behind closed doors and under bed covers about blood drinkers, life takers, the ones who could overtake your body, make you do things you couldn't control. But those were just stories, told only to entertain and frighten, not to be taken literally.

But this...this was real.

"I take it you know what these mean, ja? Gut, I don't have to explain then" he tossed Ludwig backwards onto the bed, standing up and removing his cloak. The telltale sounds of creaking bedsprings alerted him, and he sighed. He turned around to catch Ludwig in his arms, stopping him from leaving the room.

"You're testing my patience, child. I suggest you not do that again if you wish to stay unharmed" he growled, throwing a scared and shaking blonde back on the bed. He did as told though, wrapping his arms around his pulled up legs, examining Gilbert as he undressed, all the way down to his pants. He undid the ribbon restricting his hair, and it cascaded over his shoulders, shimmering in the scant moonlight.

Just to be sure he did not escape, the vampire gripped Ludwig's wrists in his own, forcing the hands to wrap around the oaken posts at the headboard. He let go and pulled on his arm, checking the invisible bonds he had placed on them. Smiling evilly, he sat back on the bed, unbuttoning the shirt and pants, pulling them slightly down to reveal dark grey underwear underneath.

The front was already slightly wet, and a tiny bulge could be seen through the fabric. Ludwig tried crossing his legs, but Gilbert stopped him, holding his ankles down as well. He ran a hand up the leg, gripping the arousal through the fabric. "Getting aroused now, are we? Gut, then I don't have to feel bad about taking you."

"T-taking me? Take me where?" Ludwig whined when the hand pulled back, looking up confusedly, but less afraid now. For all the boy knew about sex, he really was uneducated.

"Your innocence, little one. In the exact same way Mister Edelstein took Miss Elizabeta's. You will belong to me when the night is through, liebe, and there is nothing you can do to stop me" he growled, his fangs growing longer as he stared lustfully at the younger spread out beneath him. The body was perfect, untainted, and clear, and soon it would belong to him.

"You can't! They said only adults that are married can do that to each other, and
I'm a boy. What you're doing is a sin against God, and I won't allow you!" He kicked his feet furiously, trying to reason with his own want for the man.

"News flash, kid. Not everybody believes in the same things, and don't let me ever let me hear you say the G-word again, not unless you're screaming it to the ceiling" he growled, slicing through the boxers in a quick, lustful haze. He ripped off his own pants, revealing his throbbing sex to the boy, who turned his head in embarrassment.

"Tsk tsk, can't even look your new Master in the eyes? We'll soon fix that" he said, turning Ludwig's head to face him. He fed off of the fear radiating from the sapphire eyes, but quickly registered the tears of fear returning.

"Do you want this, kleine?" he asked, not really caring one way or the other, but giving the impression that he was sympathetic. Ludwig shook his head rapidly, but then slowed the movements down as he remembered how he felt to be a human. Constantly embarrassed by his peers, always feeling alone and abandoned, never having a true father figure or mentor to keep to himself without anyone else stealing his away. Plus, if he was a vampire, he could live forever, right? How cool would that be!

"Ja, I do want it. But...will it hurt?"

"The sex? Not if I prepare you properly, it won't"

"No, I meant when you- mmphh!- he choked on the fingers now in his mouth, trying to speak around them.

"You have to make them slick with your saliva, or else I will make it hurt, understand?" he murmured, getting impatient with all the questions. Couldn't he just fuck the boy and get it over with? Ludwig did so, seeing the ferocious glare in Gilbert's red eyes, and swirled his tongue around the digits, trying to get them as wet as possible so it wouldn't hurt when the time came. The elders eyes flashed, following the route the delicate pink tongue took around his long fingers. His cock twitched in anticipation at the thought of all the sinful things he could do to the boy.

He removed the wet fingers, rubbing the spit between them more thoroughly, before moving down to the small, puckered entrance. He held his urges back, watching his finger disappear in the youngers entrance becoming almost too much. A shudder ran through the small body, but his moans of pain were held back, not wanting to sound weak. He did let one slip through, however, when a second was put in, and the two fingers were scissoring inside him. Closing his eyes, Ludwig tried not to think about what the real thing would feel like.

"You are strong, kleine. Not many humans of your age would even want to go this far" the vampire commented, trying to make Ludwig feel a little safer. "That bravery is just what I need in my companion"

"C...companion?" the blonde asked, lifting his head to look the elder in the eyes. What was he talking about?

"Ja, surely I told you before?" A quick shake of the head made Gilbert laugh. "Well, I might as well explain to you then. I chose you, Ludwig, to be my successor to my empire. Once the transformation is complete, I will take you under my wing, so to say, and train you to be the awesome ruler I once was"

"But...but I didn't agree to any of that! You tricked me!" he yelled. "This isn't fair!"

"Ah, but it is, little one. You see, when a person makes a promise to a vampire, that promise cannot be broken for any reason, even if you try to. You'll find yourself drawn to me against your will, and soon you will have no choice but to obey that desire." Speaking of desire, he plunged the last finger in roughly, watching Ludwig's back arch off the bed in pain. He quickly prodded around for the bundle of nerves he thought might be there, and, to his surprise, he was right. This time, Ludwig arched off the bed in pleasure.

"P-please, do that again!" he asked, still breathing deeply. The vampire complied and brushed the sweet spot again, licking his thin lips at the sight of the squirming boy. Longer and louder moans erupted from Ludwig, who threw his head back in this new found pleasure. He whined in protest when the long fingers were pulled out, looking up longingly at the other.

The red eyed demon chuckled and sat up, spat into his palm, and coated his now aching arousal. "What, afraid of a little pain?" he questioned upon seeing Ludwig's face. He didn't exactly have the smallest erection, and Ludwig knew he was in for a rough night. Pale fists gripped the satin sheets, watching Gilbert's hips inch forward until he was pressing against his entrance

It took all the concentration the vampire had not to ram in once the head was fully inside the tight passage. He heard a pained hiss and looked up, watching and feeling Ludwig tense in agony. He sighed frustratedly, kissing the blonde on the lips slowly as he pushes in the rest of the way. The blonde kissed back slowly, trying to ignore the pain in his lower region, and clenched his fists.

"I suppose you want the bindings off, ja?" he asked, and removed the invisible restraints. Ludwig lifted his arms and wrapped them around Gilbert's neck, trying to relax his muscles. Once he felt it, Gilbert lost all restraint, jabbing his hips forward, creating a lewd slapping sound, skin hitting skin. As his breath was swept away, Ludwig's nails scratched down the pale back, creating red stripes, and he clamped his mouth down on Gilbert's shoulder, drawing a small amount of blood.

But that amount was apparently sufficient. Gilbert's fangs lengthened all the way and bit down hard onto his new companion's neck, sucking all the precious blood he had to offer. AB negaitive, nice taste, texture, and smell, Gilbert thought, licking the two holes thirstily, never minding the loud scream coming from Ludwig's throat. They soon died out however, and he fell silent, turning paler as the transformation took place. He still felt pleasure, much pleasure, and he was quickly bringing his hand down to stroke his now apparent arousal in time with the vampires thrusts. His voice cracked as his sweet spot was hit and he groaned, arching his back into Gilbert's chest, eyes clouding with pleasure and lust.

He unconsciously rocked back on the hips pounding into him at a breakneck pace, and soon he was close to release. Summoning his voice one last time, he asked, "I f-feel different, what's going on?" The heat coiling in his stomach and groin was growing, second by second.

"You are c-close to ecstasy, kleine, und so am I. There is...ha..o-only one way to seal the bond, and we must come together" he groaned out against Ludwig's throat, seizing it again and stealing the rest of the child's innocence and life as he released his seed inside him. Ludwig came after, screaming his pleasure to the ceiling, coming over his pale chest and stomach. White spots covered his field of vision as he clenched his eyes shut. The elder's limp member slid out of him with a sick squelching sound. Gasping for breath, Ludwig opened his eyes, though they felt a little tighter than usual.

"Shh... don't move, the process isn't complete yet, you still have a few minutes left. Just try to relax, liebe." Gilbert whispered, closing Ludwig's eyes again, wiping his bloody lips on his wrist. However, the newly created vampire could smell it, and shot up, looking around for the source. The other sighed, pushing him back by his chest with both his hands, sitting fully on his lap.

"Aufhören zu kämpfen!" And he did. He fell flat against his will, and stared up angrily, thirst still unquenched. "You are not allowed to drink your own blood, no matter how much you may want to! You must drink the blood of others, but for now, you may drink mine." he explained, running a sharp fingernail down his inner arm, letting the red drops land in Ludwig's open mouth. When he was not stopped, he latched his mouth onto the source, sucking up the others sour blood like a starving child. Mouthful after mouthful was swallowed greedily, never faltering or stopping for air, not that he needed it anyway. He heard a low chuckle and looked up, still drinking.

"My my, you're very thirsty aren't you? Here, I have some that is probably better tasting than my own." He reached under his bed and took out a wine bottle of what appeared to be, well, wine. Once the cork was off, however, Ludwig soon learned that is wasn't, but that is was actually the most aromatic liquid he had ever encountered.

"O positive, the best man can give us, in my opinion at least. Taken from a young girl about a year ago, she was a beauty she was. Long black hair, sparkling green eyes...unfortunately for her I took a little too much, and she died. Pity, really, I was planning on making her one of us as well. But, if I didn't, you wouldn't have the pleasure of savoring her life, now would you?" A crystal wine glass was handed to him, and another was lifted and clinked against his, making a silent toast. Putting his lips to the edge, Ludwig gulped it down, swallowing as much as he could as if it would be taken away.

Gilbert lay down next to him, resting his back on the many plush pillows and pulling a cover over them both. His own glass was placed on the table it came from, and he gathered Ludwig into his arms, pressing his head down softly onto his chest. He gave a shuddering yawn, and closed his eyes again, nuzzling affectionately into his counterparts torso. A rumbling laugh gave way, and he could feel his hair being stroked affectionately.

"Tired, mein liebe? Sleep, we have to build up your strength tomorrow while there is still time." The blonde did so, and fell asleep, mumbling a small, "Guten nacht, Gilbert".

"Wait, I have something to give you before you sleep" He pulled off his Iron Cross, slipping it over the blonde hair and placed the symbol lightly on his chest. "Now that you are imne, this will remind everyone not to mess with you, ja? Anyway, I knew you liked it, so I might as well give it up, and besides, I have more" he said, going into his sidetable drawer and putting another necklace on.

Ludwig smiled softly and craned his neck upward, placing a small kiss in Gilbert's cheek, yawning and falling asleep again. Gilbert smiled softly, petting the flaxen hair. Said vampire fell asleep soon after, conveniently "forgetting" to mention the new, different bond he had just created. He would have to tell him that they were mates for life tomorrow.

Did I just sneak in a proposal? Yes...*headdesk* I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. Sorry if its really lame too

Aufhören zu kämpfen-Stop struggling