Count D sat on his couch, delicately sipping his tea as he mulled over a problem. It was vampire mating season, which usually came around every 100 years, and the time in which vampires mate. Only there was one MAJOR problem.
There were no female vampires in his range, and he would certainly NOT let his father choose one for him. He became aware of a customer as the bell on his door rang. He put down his tea, ending his thoughts.
"Hello, welcome to Count D's Petshop. How may I help you?" "Hello, Count D, my name is Gertrude Millings. I'm looking for a better cat than this worthless one here, Tsukiuta." Count D's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "But why, Miss? You have such a beautiful cat." "Hmph. You should see her. This cat is horrible." he looked at the cat, and he took a double take. Count D stared at the beautiful vampire in front of him. How did such a beautiful creature become the pet of a unappreciative human? He could see her animal form that she had taken on; a sleek, black cat with ruby-red eyes, yet, he could also see her true form which was dressed in a beautiful long-sleeved black and red silk cheongsam.
Her long, silver-ivory hair glistened in the light as it ran over her shoulders to her knees.
Her true form looked up, and they could both feel a spark of attraction. She walked up to him( though her animal form stayed put), and studied his face. He gave her a small smile. She reached up and stroked his cheek with a pale ivory let out a mewl in approval and snuggled into his arm. He smiled,taking her animal form in his arms. "Shall we take a trade then, Miss Millings? I will take Tsukiuta, and you may choose another cat to your liking." "Thank you." Count D laid Tsukiuta on a couch.
"Stay here, alright?" she nodded. Count D stroked her head and closed her she opened them, she saw her former owner leave with a silver-haired male. She let go of her animal form.
She turned to Count D. He looked at the female vampire with admiration. Reaching out, he gently rubbed her cheek, earning him a purr as she snuggled into his hand. He sat beside her, and gently embraced her. She pressed her hands to his chest, and rested her head in the crook of his neck.
He ran his fingers though her hair. "It seems you are now mine, Tsukiuta," he murmured into her ear.
"Yet you do not speak very much. Living with cruel humans can do things like that. No matter, I shall take care of you now." "Y-yes," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. She smiled, at him, and inhaled his toxic yet alluring scent, memorizing it before falling asleep. Count D drew away from her and smiled. Picking her up, he went into the room right beside his and placed her underneath the warm covers.
"Goodnight, my dear." He whispered before he walked out.
He sat down on the couch, earning a strange glance from Tet-chan. "Don't eat her, Tet-chan," Count D said with a playful smirk. "She's mine."