My Girlfreind's a Vampire: And So am I

Chapter 1.A *Following Mitch

Lord Michel Valentine took a deep breath as he finally set his pen down, finally done with the budget for the month. They were doing well, financially at least, they were making money, not a whole lot but not having to draw on their base investment was good. He hated this part of his responsibilities, the paperwork. He closed the tick leather-bound book and replaced it next to the other blank books on the bookcase in his study. It was a fairly spacious room, with a warm natural look, mostly browns, some greens and oranges but all in a natural coloring and wood. He sat back down in his chair behind the dark wood desk and saw the time, 1:37 am. Mitch stood up and heard a knock at the door. His hand naturally brushed the sheath of sword given to him by Lord Kastov Delacroix that was leaning on the desk next to his chair and gave the door a wary look.
"Enter," He said, his legs partially bent.

The door opened slowly and Mitch relaxed as Alice Valentine walked into his study. Alice was not related to Mitch at all but when he offered a place in his House to her she jumped at the opportunity especially since he had been the one to release her from her bonds of slavery.

Alice was a Kindred, a dead human, brought back to life by a pureblood to serve them for all time, at least, that was the idea. The reality was closer to Kindred were forced to serve their pureblood masters because they could supply the Kindred with the blood the Kindred needed to survive.

"Good evening Alice, how was your day?" Mitch asked.
"It was fine m'lord," She says, her straight blonde hair covering her blue eyes as she looked down, not looking at Mitch.
"You know I don't like it when you call me that when we are not in a formal setting," Mitch said with a sigh and walked over to her.
"I'm sorry m'l- Mitch, I'm sorry Mitch," She corrected herself and looked up at him and backed up a step when she saw Mitch approach.
"Do you fear me Alice?" Mitch asked, concerned.
"No, Mitch, you do not. I'm just... Not used to being an equal yet," She says looking him in the eye.
"Is anyone making you feel otherwise?" Mitch asked.
"No sir. Everyone here has been nothing but curtious and polite. In fact I'm surprised we haven't had any complaints from within the House about how we conduct ourselves," She said with a smile.
"You have excellent judgement with regards to who you let stay," She added before Mitch could speak. She was referring to how Mitch had paired up everyone living here with their opposite, always a Pureblood and Kindred bunking together. Over the last 3 months since him and Rebeca, along with Melissa, Erin and Alice had finally gotten the mansion in shape and refurnished.

There had been no incidents between the pairs. As far as Mitch could tell, Purebloods were taught from birth that they were superior to the Kindred. But that seemed like nonsense, racism talking, given how Kindred were treated like servants at best, slaves or worse in some cases. Luckily for Mitch, none of that had happened here where the roommates were a Kindred and Pureblood. He had only accepted those who he had personally vetted.

"My judge of character aside, I am also surprised. It seems like everyone is happy with the arrangement here. It's better than what the rest of the Houses at any rate," Mitch said with a sigh. Technically there were only 5 members of House Valentine right now but at least 20 people were living on the estate. The space was huge and could probably comfortably hold another 10 plus a couple guests. Everyone else was from another house aside from the Kindred. They were not of House Valentine but they weren't owned by any other house. They were escaped slaves, with at least a year since anyone tried to recapture them. Mitch had instructed Melissa and her brother Erin to find suitable candidates and give them his offer to move in at his house or retain their independence and remain where they were. Of the nearly dozen Kindred Melissa brought him. He only rejected a couple which had surprised Mitch. Melissa was also a good judge of character it would seem.

"It's time Mitch," Alice said, bringing him back.
"Huh?" Mitch asked. She smiled and rolled her eyes at his feigned confusion.
"You know as well as I do what I'm talking about. You'll never admit it but you feel the pull... The pit in your stomach like me and the other Kindred," Mitch was silent, she was right, he wouldn't admit it. He was still ashamed at what he had to do to survive. He wasn't ashamed to do it, he was ashamed he had to, despite that he had no control over his hunger, like any other kindred, or pureblood, or human or most other animals. Mitch took a deep breath before nodding and beckoning Alice over. She smiled, like she always did and walked behind him as he sat down in his chair. She draped her arms over his shoulders and felt her closeness as she offered her right arm's wrist to him.

Mitch felt his Beast, Michel's presence surge in him and felt his fangs extend. In many ways he was the same as a Kindred. Pale of skin, stronger, faster, tougher with senses better than any human by a significant margin. Kindred were the typical more modern take on vampires now an days, but no reaction to the sunlight. Just like the Pureblood had intended, they insured that Kindred would find no safe haven but within their master's walls. Purebloods, were nearly identical to humans, hell they 'could be' human if they wanted but when they drink blood. They age slower, and gain a mystical power of some sort. Some Kindred also gain power when they are turned into a Kindred but it's somewhat rare which it is nearly automatic for Purebloods.

Mitch also suffers from the Kindred's Curse as well. An unending, nearly insatiable hunger for Blood, and a fractured soul, curtiosy of a ritual performed by Pureblood Society hundreds of years ago. The Man, Mitch, and the Beast, Mitch had named it Michel, the feeling is difficult to describe, separate yet familiar entities inhabiting the same body. Only one was in control, though the amount of 'closeness' to the surface the other soul could have an effect on the one in control.

The Beast operates by a simple code. 'The Man protects the Beast, and the Beast protects the Man' as Michel had told Mitch. Typically this means the Beast completely subsumes the Man and suppresses them in order to protect their shared body. Michel had yet to try and take Mitch over, why? If Michel knew he did not tell Mitch.

Mitch felt Michel's familiar presence beside him in his mind.
*Feed* He heard Michel say in his mind. The voice was similar to Mitch's but not human at the same time. Mitch opened his mouth and bit into Alice's wrist. Hot, red lifeblood filling Mitch's mouth and he drank, feeling both satisfaction of a hunger being sated and an ecstasy-like pleasure filling him. He heard a soft moan come from Alice as he fed, it never took long, at least, it didn't have to and Mitch concentrated on feeding rather than the pleasure and 20 seconds or so after he had bit, he released Alice's arm and licked the wound, sealing it shut. Mitch wasn't sure how it happened but it did and he knew since the first time he fed, that it would.

"My turn?" Mitch looked up in surprise, he must not have been paying attention because normally he can hear people's footsteps approaching.
"Rebeca!" Alice said with a start, jumping a little. She too, must not have been paying attention.

Mitch looked up and saw his fiancee standing there, leaning against the open door frame with a small smile on her lovely face. She was green of both hair and eye. Not long ago she had thick curly brown hair that went past her shoulders, recently though she had gotten her hair cut and dyed. She now had a dark green hair that didn't reach past her chin. Her facial features were soft, rounded, her eyes a little large but she could pull off a closed eyed anime style smile Mitch had loved the last 3, almost 4 years. She had a petite figure and she was wearing a familiar outfit, a blue blouse and skirt with purple and black stripped leggings.

"Lady Rebeca!" Alice says quickly and started to stumble and fall. Mitch, quick as lighting is up out of his chair and steadies Alice.
"Thank you m'lord," Alice says gratefully before turning to Rebeca and opening her mouth but Rebeca interrupts her with a raised hand.
"It's ok Alice. I know what day it is. I'm not mad at you," She says sincerely and turns her head to her left.
"Melissa, could you please help Alice to her room, then you both are dismissed for the evening."

"Sure thing Rebeca," Melissa says before rounding the corner and entering Mitch's study. She smiles slightly at Mitch and winks. She was wearing a new outfit that seemed at odds with her usual black T-shirt and skinny jean look he had gotten used to. Her shoulder length black hair was pulled up into a short ponytail, her face was rather different from Rebeca's, lots of semi-sharp angels. She was wearing a white dress that accentuated her hourglass figure and exposed much of her back.

Melissa had been a shameless flirt to Mitch almost since they first met and that continued after she had accepted Mitch's offer to be brought into House Valentine and to be Rebeca's retainer like her brother Erin was Mitch's retainer, one of a retainer's main duties was being responsible for the safety of their charge, Mitch's feelings towards Melissa were... complicated... but he trusted her enough to charge her with the safety of most important thing in his life, Rebeca's safety. His faith in her was not misplaced though as Melissa had saved Rebeca's life almost to the expense of her own, literally taking a bullet meant for Rebeca to hurt him. Melissa recovered quick enough though, thanks to Kindred's quick recovery rate, they could survive nearly anything that didn't kill them with no lasting damage even severed limbs if Melissa's stories could be believed. Despite Melissa's attitude towards Mitch, Rebeca had taken it surprisingly well and had been known to even tease Mitch about it. Which Mitch was glad to see since that meant they got along well enough.

Mitch could see a number of similarities between himself and Melissa, personality-wise at least, or maybe it was better to say opposites. While Mitch, the man, was primarily in control of his body, Melissa's Beast was normally in control of Melissa's. Though Mitch knew that her 'man' was not completely subsumed by her Beast either and they typically worked well together when they were close together but while Mitch was consistently letting Michel close. Melissa's Beast hardly ever let her 'Man' close.

Melissa walked over to Alice and let her lean on her.
"Come on Alice, lets get you to your room," Melissa said softly to Alice, who responded by nodding her head and they both walked out of the room.
"Erin," Mitch called and within a second, Erin was standing at the door way to Mitch's study.
"Yes Lord Valentine?" He said. Erin had insisted he always use Mitch's formal title and gave indication that he was not going to change so Mitch just let it go. 'Pick your battles'
"You are dismissed for the night," Mitch said to him and Erin nodded.
"Yes sir," He responded and headed off after Melissa and Alice.

Mitch was now alone in his study with his wife-to-be. They had planned to have the ceremony in a couple weeks but they had to push it back because their was a huge gathering of Supernaturals and as head of House Valentine, it was his duty to be Pureblood's ambassador to this event. Rebeca had taken it surprisingly well, she was quite understanding.

"Good evening my love... How has your night been?" Rebeca asked, closing the door softly before walking over to him.
"To be honest? Exceedingly boring," Mitch admitted.
"I always want you to be honest with me," She says with a smile and stopped close to him before pulling him into a hug.
"I love you Mitch," She whispers in his ear.
"I love you too Rebeca," He repeats and kisses her neck and Rebeca purrs in his ear.
"You full my love?" She asked, trepidation in her voice.
"Not entirely..." He whispers to her in response.
"Bite me... Drink your fill of me," She whispers in her softest voice. Mitch brushes her hair gently to one side of her neck as best he can and sits down in hair chair. Rebeca sits down too, in Mitch's lap with her neck exposed to him.

His mouth watered at the thought of feeding from Rebeca. They had done this countless times but it always felt a little different every time but always good. Rebeca had explained to Mitch once that Pureblood could never feed from each other. They were have the same response as if Mitch drank human blood, immediate rejection and ejection in the form of vomit. That was another difference that made Mitch unique. While Pureblood and Kindred alike could feed on humans and Pureblood could feed on Kindred. Mitch could not drink human blood. Only Pureblood or Kindred. Mitch had been lucky, it was all he could do to describe how he was able to secure his position as head of House Valentine and was able to secure Alice from Lord Geovanni, who still hated Mitch's guts.

"Come on baby... Don't make me beg..." Rebeca whispered to Mitch.
"Never," Mitch responded before biting deep into her neck, Rebeca gasped and moaned. Pressing her mouth to his neck and she bit him, hard, feeding from him... The pleasure was incredible and Mitch pressed them close together. A growl came from Rebeca and Mitch growled back. Standing up out of the chair and with speed no human could achieve pushed Rebeca against a wall in his study.
"Mitch..." Rebeca gasped at the change in position and they stood there, feeding off each other before after a minute they both calmed down and took their fangs out of each other. Mitch let Rebeca go and down, her back sliding against the wall as Mitch set her on her feet slowly. Mitch smiled down at Rebeca, she looked back at him.

Suddenly her expression was changed, replaced with widen eyes and a panicked expression and her mouth opened. Out of instinct Mitch grabbed Rebeca's shoulders and he threw them both to the ground and Mitch felt something fast, heavy and sharp slice through his somewhat grown out silver hair, cutting some of it.