He wanted to see her. It had been so long, now, since they had last spoken…well…three days. But that wasn't the point. He knew how he felt; he knew the signs.

He couldn't hypnotise her. He loved her company-he loved her smile! It was unnatural.

He'd thought-hoped-that he was too old to fall in love. No matter how evil and vicious and bloodthirsty he was, he wasn't sure that he could be hurt again. That's what Magda had done; she'd hurt him. She'd stuck a knife in his back and she'd twisted it with her every reappearance.

Perhaps she'd twisted the knife too much. Perhaps the knife had gotten blunt or worked its way out.

Either way, he wanted to know whether Alexandra-such a beautiful name-felt the same way. She was attracted to him, he knew that (all women were). But, as he read the last pages of 'Twilight', he realised that attraction wasn't enough.

He wanted her to want him. Heart, body, mind and soul.

"Mostly I dream about being with you forever."

He wanted to hear those words from her. And he wanted to give her that.

He wasn't like 'Edward', the moralistic, sparkly, fangless little virgin. He was Count Dracula; the biggest, baddest vampire in Vampiredom, and he would willingly bring Alexandra over to the dark side. But only if she was a slave to her love for him…which she wasn't, yet, but she would be. All he needed was time.

And he had a lot of that particular commodity.

Author's Note: I know this is quite short, but I wasn't sure how to make it longer without it being totally sappy.

I'm in the process of coming up with something interesting, so just bear with me, ok?

Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed. I've got that warm, fuzzy feeling inside }-)