Summary: What if the Bishop disease wasn't the only thing to send Myrnin insane? Has past is enough to give you nightmares but what is the one thing he regrets the most? He continuously told Claire he 'loved' Ada for her brain but whose body and soul did the mad man treasure?

Chapter One- The Rare Young Woman

November 1593

The cool air caressed her cheeks, causing a bright red to make her fare skin. The only sources of light being from the moon or small lanterns held by the guards, she longed to fall in the blackness and gain some much need rest. She was dragged along this ride to the manor house in Wilmslow, a new place for her husband to own and rape the small village of its money and women. Her light body swayed as her horse rode on the uneven paths of the English country side. The movement made her feel nauseous, the riding had been taking a toll on her, long hours of over two days with little sleep or food.

She had the feeling someone was watching her. Her large brown eyes flicked up to the trees. At the top there seemed to be a man balanced on the small, fragile branches near the top. She felt his eyes looking upon her soul, scarring her forever.

With the blink of an eye he was gone, she desperately looked around for him, was she going mad? Her eyes picked him out once more hidden in the low level shrubbery, ready to pounce like a predator on its prey.

"Edward!" she hissed to her husband who rode a few lengths in front of her. He clearly ignored her, keeping his head forward looking into the dark woods. "Edward!" she begged. "There is a man watching us!"

"Oh sweet Felicity," he growled to his wife. "You are going mad due to the lack of sleep, now be quiet otherwise..." He never completed his sentence. In a few minor seconds his body dropped like a sack of potatoes to the soggy ground.

"EDWARD!" Felicity screeched, she watched as all of her guards dropped to the ground like her husband, sending her into complete darkness. Panic stricken she jerked her trusty steed to the opposite direction and charged away.

As she rode hard, a figure stepped into her path. Her horse reared in fright sending Felicity hurtling towards the ground only to be caught in cold arms. In terror she looked up at the pale face of her hero, in the moonlight it was clear to see the red marks of blood around his mouth and down his front. Through his lips pointed two sharp white fangs.

Breathless and terrified she trembled in the strangers arms. Her delicate fingers reached up, touching the fangs as they poked through his lips. He let her, closing his eyes enjoying the warm touch of a human.

"You are not a man?" She whispered his reply a shake of his head.

"You killed my husband and his men?" his reply only a nod.

"Are you going to kill me?" her lips trembled out. The cold tips of his fingers lightly touched her temple.

"Not yet" He murmured before put her on her feet. Like a gentleman, he took off his coat and rested on Felicity's shoulders leaving his in a thin blouse and trousers. He offered her his arm, "Take a walk with me?" Felicity hesitated; did she have any other option? Her husband and guards were dead and her horse nowhere in sight.

She carefully placed her arm in his, "Clever girl" he praised and lead the way. Felicity was weak, drained of any strength she might have had, the stranger was dragging her along and she slowly faded in and out of consciousness. She heard the faint click of a lock and felt the warmth of a fire hit her. She removed the gentleman's jacket and her cloak. "Dear me, my girl, you are pale and thin. Do you eat?" he remarked.

Felicity was leaning against a wall, trying not to fall. Her body was a sleep, the fear of this 'man' had taken the last bit of energy she had. Her body trembled and she felt the floor getting closer. The cool arms caught her once more, "my girl, sleep now" her body shut down and Felicity let herself fall into the darkness.

She felt hungry. Her body rumbled with agreement, her eyes flickered open to a white ceiling. She tried recalling where she had fallen asleep but that memory seemed to evade her. She sat up, the world began to spin. Slumming back to the bed, she closed her eyes trying to straighten out the twirling world. Her head fell to the left and she slowly opened her eyes only to find a pair of black ones starring back. She jumped away and screamed. The man only sat there, his left leg crossed over his right and his chin resting on the back of his hands, "i mean you no harm."

"You... You are a murderer! You have taken me!" she sat up ignoring the spinning room, "You have harmed me enough!"

"Actually, you will find that you willingly accompanied me on a walk." He smirked at her before reaching down to his side and bringing up a plate full of fruit. Felicity's stomach growled in need, the man placed it on the bed, "Be my guest." hesitantly she picked at the fruit before tucking in to the feast in front of her. He watched as she did, she was like his own pet to keep, feed and play with.

"You are a rare young woman" He stated. "What is your name?"

She cleared her throat, "Felicity Greycroft."

"Well, Miss Greycroft, no human has ever seen me hunting, you must have spectacular sight." He talked in wonder, his eyes well and truly opened to this new sense that the human's may be gaining. A next step in evolution.

"You are not human?" she asked, forgetting her manners of waiting to be asked a question. He didn't seem to mind her rudeness and answered.

"No Miss Greycroft, i am not human. I was once but not anymore." He stated openly.

"Then what are you sir?" she whispered, her eyes are wide with anticipation.

"I am a creature of the night." He never took his eyes off the girl; he wanted to make her an offer and to do so he needed to be truthful. "My name is Myrnin of Conway, i was born many years ago and i am a vampire."

Felicity felt sick, she was in the presence of a murdering beast that had the opportunity to kill her at any given point. "So you are going to kill me, sir?"

"That, Felicity, is not my intention."

"Then what is?" she asked, her timid voice piped up. Her thoughts turned to her mother and father and little brother Thomas, do they think she is dead? That she killed her husband? That she ran away? Felicity wanted nothing more that to return to her family home and feel the love and warmth it provided.

He reached over, popping a few berries into his mouth. The corner of his lips turned up, "To show you the world."

7 months later

Felicity was a smart and charming young woman and Myrnin had realised he had met his match. Her witty answers and her knowledge only added to her attraction. They took different adventures right across the country then to places like France and Spain; he had fulfilled his promise to her.

Myrnin didn't know what to expect when he had picked up the young woman in the road, he thought he would have tasted her by now or killed her but something stopped him. He enjoyed being in Felicity's company.

He felt her warm arm link with him bringing him from his dream state. They were walking through the dark streets of York, they had come back recently to check-up on Felicity's family, he smiled as he felt his companion hold on tight to him. "Is everything alright, darling?" he asked hearing her heart rate increase.

"Yes, though i feel safer closer to you." She admitted, a red tint crossed her cheeks.

Myrnin brought her to a halt, turning her so they were looking at each other, his cool hand caressed her cheek the other held her hand. "Oh i wish you would not say such things, my sweet felicity." He gave her a sad smile. "I am a creature able to break you in seconds, please never forget that."

"I am in debt to you." She whispered, "You rescued me, gave me a life and you may take it if you so wish." She had tears in her eyes, he didn't see the good man she saw. Without Myrnin, she would have been trapped for the rest of her life with Edward, in her eyes Myrnin was a hero. "My love, I am yours. I belong to you" She rose on to her tiptoes and pressed her soft lips to his cold ones.

It took all his strength to hold back and kiss her gently; he wanted her to be happy. Pulling away slightly he whispered, "Just as i belong to you."

They made their way back to the inn where they were staying, she should have felt embarrassed or ashamed but their kiss felt right. They belonged together. As she dressed into her nightgown she workout how she could take it further, how could she prove her love to him? Felicity wandered to the bed and landed on the covers.

"You fed from strangers when i sleep?" She asked, her eyes focus on the gentleman in the chair reading one of his books, fully dressed and ready to watch over her as she slept.

"Correct." He answered closing his book; she had all his attention now.

"Do you always kill the person you feed from?" she asked, making him a little uncomfortable as he had never had to discuss his feeding techniques before.

"No, it is easier to kill them."

"Will you feed from me?" She asked, rather glad he had very good hearing, her voice was so quiet she was unsure that she had said anything at all.

"Absolutely not!" he yelled in outrage, jumping to his feet. "Are you mad?!"

"Please Myrnin, let me finish" She begged, "I owe you. You have provided me with shelter and food, you have cared for me. This is the only way i can repay you." she slivered off the bed and stood in front of the tall pale man, his eyes wide looking straight into hers.

"Your company is enough" he hissed.

"I want this," she whispered her small hand resting on his cheek. "Let me take care of you." she took his hand and led him to the bed, he perched, still lost for words. He had never been offered blood like this before.

"What if i hurt you? Kill you?" he asked his dark eyes in confusion. "You are my world, Felicity. I cannot bear to be without you"

"I trust you" she replied and kissed his lips.

He couldn't believe he was considering this ludicrous plan of Felicity's. If she were to die in his arms, he wouldn't survive, she was all he had. She kept his humanity in place. He rose up and felt her grip his arm. He reached over to the wooden cabinet and yanked off a piece of sharp wood, "If it gets too much, stake me and try not to aim for my heart." He instructed making sure she had some way of protecting herself.

She held the piece of wood in her hands testing the weight before placing it on the table by the bed. "How do we do this?" she asked, her innocence creeping through tone.

"Lay on the bed, in reaching distance from the stake." He ordered and she followed the orders. Laying on the bed in her white nightgown, felicity looked like an angel. Myrnin inhaled a large amount of un-needed oxygen before getting on top of her and between her legs. He pressed his lips to hers, "You are so brave, i am in awe of you" he complemented her. He stroked down the nape of her neck, "Are you sure?" he asked, hoping she would change her mind.

"Yes, i want this" she replied, her voice a little wobbly.

He stroked her face and kissed her lips, "I love you" he mentioned the words that were so foreign to him; he had never loved something so much as he loved Felicity. He started kissing down her neck before hitting the spot and plunging his teeth into her vulnerable skin. She was delicious.

She cried out in pain though Myrnin clearly heard through the cries, "I love you too" escape from her precious lips. Soon the cries turned into moans of pleasure and Myrnin could feel her small hands explore his body and her hips grind against his. It took every ounce of control not to lose it, knowing how deadly this scene could get. "Myrnin, stop please" she begged, he heard her plea but she was so tasty it was hard not to ignore her, "i do not want to hurt you" she warned.

Myrnin pulled away, his beautiful angel now weak from blood loss. "Oh sweetheart! I am so sorry" he cried seeing how pale she was, her skin scarily white in contrast to her auburn hair. He ran his fang over his wrist and pressed the crimson liquid to her lips, "Drink, my love" he begged, feeling her trying to pull away but soon giving in and sucking the blood. After a few minutes he pulled away knowing that too much would turn her into a monster too.

Myrnin stroked her wavy locks of auburn, "My brave, precious girl." He praised as her wounds started to heal. Rolling off her then pulling her onto his chest, he held onto his angel. He loved her. He had never felt something so pure and right in his many centuries before. He was going to cherish this girl forever.

"Myrnin?" Felicity's faint voice asked.

"Yes my love?"

"Promise that i am the only person you will feed off" she whispered. "I don't want anyone else sharing you so intimately"

He ran his fingers through her hair, he felt at peace with the world, he hadn't killed the woman he loved and she still cared for him, so much so she was willing to offer up her blood all the time. "I promise this is our bond and it shall never be shared by anyone else."