The night was perfect. The cemetery was bathed in moonlight. I was amazed at how far I would see in the darkness. It was the way I remembered the daylight to be, only everything had been painted in beautiful shades of blue, white, and black. It was breathtaking. It was no wonder to me now that my gothic prince had been able to paint so beautifully if this is the world that he saw all the time. This world was better than I had ever imagined.

But what made everything worthwhile was the presence of my oh so dreamy vampire boyfrie— scratch that, husband who was now tugging me along after him, his fingers intertwined with mine. I would have wanted to share this with no one else. He had a gorgeous smile on his face. He looked so happy. In fact, it may have been the happiest I'd ever seen him. His purest white fangs glistened in the light of the waning Spring moon. I found myself entranced by it. I realized I was staring at him, but I couldn't help it. He was beautiful, and his jovial spirit was contagious. I felt that I could bask in this smile forever.

"What is it?" he questioned when he caught me looking.

I shook my head and turned to look straight ahead. It was then that I noticed that we were coming to the end of the mowed over and clean cut cemetery. I found myself looking into a tightly wooded area.

I turned to Alexander. "Where are we going?" I asked. "This isn't the way back to the Mansion."

He answered me with an almost shy smirk, the right corner of his red lips lifting to subtly tease me. "I thought you might appreciate a nice moonlit stroll," he responded, a wonderful glimmer in his deep brown eyes. They shone with an excitement I had never seen in my gothic prince before.

"After all," he continued, "this will be the first time that I don't have to return you to your parents' home before the night even gets started." He smiled down at me, and I couldn't suppress a grin from spreading across my own cheeks. We could finally really be together without obligation to anyone else.

Now I slid my arm into the crook of his elbow, resting my head against his shoulder as we continued down the unbeaten path. It was then that I became acutely aware of his scent. It was an earthy scent. There was a very faint musk that I recognized as his cologne mixed with the oily odor of paint, but there was something else. As subtly as I could I turned my nose into his shoulder and took a long whiff.

Suddenly I felt every nerve in my body prickle. It was as if all of my limbs went numb at the same time. If I hadn't been leaning on Alexander I would surely have collapsed. It was the mouth-watering fragrance of liquid iron, Alexander's blood. I could feel the back of my throat grow parched as a desert plain and my mouth began to water.

Alexander felt the sudden shift as I temporarily lost the use of my legs. He moved to stand directly in front of me, firmly grasping both of my shoulders. When I saw him I swallowed hard. He looked at me with concerned eyes. "Are you alright?"

I barely heard him. I forced myself to swallow again, trying to calm the burning in my throat. When had Alexander taken off his tie? It mattered very little now. Without the restricting piece of cloth his shirt hung open halfway down his pale chest, the collar drooping lazily into his shoulders, revealing the enticing veins which rippled over the muscles of his neck. I could almost see the movement of the sweet nectar that I knew flowed just under that incredibly thin, oh so bitable layer of skin. I felt myself begin to lean into him. I heard him call my name, but I couldn't even string together the words to form a response. I was totally engrossed by what was in front of me. The thirst was all-consuming.

It was then that I heard a very soft, deep chuckle. I was just beginning to pull myself out of my trance to see what he was laughing at when he stepped into me, stooping down just enough to scoop me into his arms and placing my head into the crook of his neck. I felt my body turn to putty as I melted into him, taking in Alexander with every fiber of my being; his scent, his touch, and finally taste.

I have no idea exactly when I sank my teeth into his tender flesh. I just knew that I couldn't get enough of him. And I had thought that it was amazing when he bit me!

As the thirst abated I began to get this tingly warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I contracted my fangs and began to lick up the excess blood that had seeped from my dark prince's wound, my fingers now tangled in his silky hair. I heard -and felt- him purr in satisfaction. A wide smile spread across my face, and the tingles in the pit of my stomach intensified.

I carefully placed gentle kisses on his bite mark that now matched mine, slowly and deliberately kissing up his neck and across his jaw. He let out a purr again before claiming my lips with his own. I felt him carry me another step before my back came into contact with a very solid, very cold surface.

I gasped in surprise, but Alexander didn't give me the time to satisfy my curiosity. His tongue darted into my mouth with an intensity and a passion that I had never experienced with Alexander before, that had never even been possible before.

I pulled back first, resting my head against the cold slab behind me, trying to keep myself from getting lost in the moment. "You've been holding out on me," I teased him breathlessly.

He took the opportunity to place a hickey on my left collarbone. "What are you talking about?" he questioned me.

I couldn't help but let out a small grunt of pleasure at his ministrations. "You've never kissed me like this before," I managed to groan out as his leg slip up my thighs, lifting the hem of my dress and pressing between my legs, giving me something to brace myself against so Alexander could have full use of his hands.

"That's because," he breathed out between kisses, "before if I did this with you I wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation to turn you." He placed one hand against the bite he had given me, gently caressing the spot with his thumb.

I couldn't help but gasp when I felt the pressure of his other hand suddenly appear just below my breast. I held my breath as he kissed down my chest, tugging at my bodice and revealing more and more of my previously hidden cleavage.

It was when I thought that he couldn't possibly get bodice any lower that I felt his leg shift. He began slowly and very intentionally to rub me with his leg, and with nothing between us but my now wet underwear, it was all I would do to contain the moans that threatened to burst from my lungs. And if what I felt pressing against my thigh was any indication, he was enjoying touching me just as much as I was enjoying being touched.

In that moment I realized that all my nervousness for sex was gone. I wanted; no, I needed him. I slowly moved my hands down from Alexander's now very tangled hair to begin unbuttoning his shirt. He began to help me as he inclined his head to catch my lips with his once again.

I had just managed to clear his shoulders when heard a nocturnal bird call above us.

Then there was a splat.

Everything stopped. I felt my prince pull away from me before I opened my eyes.

A bird had just pooped on Alexander!

Sorry for the wait. This chapter was hard to write, but I hope you enjoyed it. Please Review!

Also, what do you think of the current rating? Should it be changed to M? I don't want to scar anybody.