Feeling weak and nauseous he felt a hand gently wiping his brow. He slowly opened his eyes and noted that morning sunlight was coming into his room. He also realized his head was resting in Moka's lap and she was wiping his brow.

"Good you're awake," she said with relief. "How do you feel?"

"Mmmm, kind of tired, and really hungry too."

She nodded. "That's normal; while you were asleep I went to the infirmary and got you something." She reached over to a small ice chest that had been sitting behind her. "It's not as food as fresh but it well help restore your strength. I'd let you have mine but now that you've turned you'll find a vampire's blood too bitter to stand." She opened up the ice box and took out a plastic IV bag. The blood inside of it looked almost black. She tore off a plastic stopper at the bottom of the bag and handed it to him. "Drink up."

He took the bag from her and stared at it, his mind was a little fuzzy. What had happened last night? Had he gotten sick? Why was Moka here in his room? And why was she handing him a plastic container filled with blood? "Moka, what are you saying? I can't drink blood."

Smiling she helped ease him up to a sitting position. "Just give it a sniff."

"Huh?"

"Just smell it, trust me."

He didn't understand what difference it would make, but he didn't want to be rude to her. He brought the open part of the bag to his nose and sniffed.

The salty scent of blood made his mouth water.

Without thinking about it he put the stopper in his mouth and carefully squeezed the bag. A jet of cold blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat. Instinctively he somehow knew this would taste better hot. He had a sudden mental image of drinking blood from someone's (Moka's?) wrist. He didn't really think about what it was he was doing; he just acted on instinct, the need to feed and sake his hunger.

As he sucked down the contents of the bag Moka remained kneeling by his side. She gently patted the back of his head encouraging him. "That's it my darling, drink it all. Every last bit. It will help you."

He didn't need the words of encouragement. Once he tasted he wasn't sure he could have stopped until the bag was dry.

When he had sucked out every last drop he could he dropped the empty bag and started thinking about what he'd just done. "Moka-san what's happened to me?"

"How much do you remember from last night?" She asked. She took out a pocket mirror from her bag.

He stopped and thought about it. "I remember being in pain, was I sick?"

"Do you remember before that?" Moka asked.

"I remember you coming over to my room and… crying, and telling me you loved me."

"Yes, I did say that," she caressed his cheek. "And you told me you loved me."

He nodded and looked at her, she was so beautiful. "Yeah I did, and we… we…"

"Kissed," she said happily. "We finally kissed and confessed our love to one another. And do you remember what came after that?"

He did. "I asked for your blood," he said in a quiet voice.

"That's right Tsukune, you asked me to make you a vampire." She opened the pocket mirror and showed him his reflection. "And I did."

He took the little mirror from her and stared into the face that was inside it. It was his face, but not. His skin was much, much paler than it had been. His hair seemed to have grown a couple inches and had become a silver a couple shades dark than inner Moka's. His eyes were red and slitted just like inner Moka's and he now had a pair of long fangs jutting out of his mouth. He tenderly reached in and touched them with his fingers.

"I… I really am a vampire now."

"Are you upset?" Moka asked nervously.

He deliberately closed the mirror and handed it back to her. "No, I made my decision and I'm fine with it." He looked at her and smiled. "I didn't want to leave your side no matter what."

"I'm glad to hear that Tsukune," she said. Especially since there's no way to go back. "Tsukune, if you feel up to it could you remove my rosario? My other self wants to speak to you."

"Ah, is she angry with me?"

"No, of course not, if she'd had any objection she would have made it clear before I gave you our blood. But since this is going to affect her too she wants to talk to you."

"Ah, okay," he reached out and pulled off the rosario.

He watched as demonic energy filled the air around him and the sweet and gentle Moka was transformed into her true form. The frightening and powerful vampire form. When the change was complete she looked over to him with a blank, unreadable expression. He was still seated on the floor while she was kneeling at his side.

Not being able to guess what she was thinking was more than a little unnerving. "Ah, hello Moka-san, it's good to see you again."

"It is good to see you as well Tsukune," with one finger she traced the line of his jaw before sliding it down along his neck. This slight touch seemed almost intimate. "Especially given how you look now. You look very… appealing."

"Really?" he answered nervously. "So… you're not upset?"

She lifted a single feathery eyebrow. "Why would I be upset? Last night was not the first time I have shared my precious blood with you. Even though I was not present I would have made my objection clear had I opposed turning you."

"Well I have to say I'm really relieved to hear that. So, ah, just how do you feel about me being a vampire now?"

Her lips turned into a knowing grin. "Are you expecting me to suddenly burst out with cries of, 'I love you. I love you?' Is that what you're expecting?"

"Ah no! Of course not! I mean I realize that you and the other Moka are totally different personalities."

"That's right Tsukune, and by now you should also know that words do not impress me, only actions." She violently grabbed him and pushed him down to the floor, pressing him down beneath her. As she held him there her mouth was mashed down into his, her tongue already in his mouth eagerly teasing his own. It was a passionate forceful kiss, a rough kiss. A kiss that was meant to show him that he belonged to her now.

When she finally came up for air they were both breathing hard. "That should tell you what I think of you Tsukune, more than any words could."

He could feel her thigh deliberately rubbing his crotch and getting a reaction from him. She had already tossed aside her school jacket and was busy unbuttoning his shirt.

"Mo… Moka-san, what are you doing?" He asked in a panicked whisper.

Her tongue ran along the side of his throat and up to his ear. "I'm doing just what you think I'm doing. The thing we both want."

"But… but isn't this kind of fast? I… I mean you would hit me if I even touched you by accident."

She had undone his shirt and was slowly running her fingertips along the length of his muscled chest. She was smiling down at him with this sinful look in her eyes. "Tsukune, if I had actually hated you touching me I would have killed you for doing so. I punished you not because your touches were unwelcome, but because my vampire pride would not permit me to be groped by a human."

"And, now?" He asked weakly. What she was doing was starting to feel really good.

"Now you are a vampire, I can now accept you as my equal. Do you remember when I told you once that if you wanted this body I was the one you would have to seduce?"

"Yeah," he replied. "You said it was impossible."

"For a human it would be, but not for a vampire." She began to place little teasing kisses along his chest. "So then do you want to seduce me?"

"What happens if I touch you somewhere you don't like? Are you going to try and kill me?"

"Perhaps," she said and bit down a little on one of his nipples. "But it wouldn't be near as fun if there weren't some danger to it."

"If we don't get to class soon we'll be late," he muttered.

"Let's play hooky Tsukune," she said teasingly. "Let's be naughty."

Her teasing was driving him insane. Not caring what happened he slipped both hands beneath her skirt and grabbed a hold of her ass and gave it a hard squeeze. Moka let out a low groan and rubbed her thigh more forcefully against him. Excited by her reaction he used his own strength to flip her on her back so he was now the one on top. He began kissing her as his hands massaged her breasts beneath her school uniform.

She did not become angry or demand that he stop. She responded to him and her own hands and mouth encouraged him.

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"Where are those two?" Kurumu asked fearfully.

"I'm sure they're both fine, desu."

The two of them were having lunch with Mizore presumably hidden somewhere nearby.

"How can you say that?" Kurumu said. "The last time they were both missing it was because they were taken by Anti-thesis. They almost died!"

"But Antithesis is gone now," Yukari pointed out.

"They might have been attacked by someone else, or by Kuyou."

"If it were Kuyou he would have said something." Yukari pointed to where Naruto was sitting by himself in his usual spot beneath a tree having lunch.

"That's only if he knew, Kuyou might not have told him when he planned to act." She made a decision and got up from the table.

"Where are you going?" Yukari called as she ran off.

"I'm going to check on them!" she called back. If she hurried she would only miss earth science it wasn't like she was going to learn anything if she went any way.

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She checked Tsukune's room first. He was always the one she worried about the most. He was her destined one and the person she had willingly given her heart to. She wanted to be sure he was all right.

She had tried the door before knocking and was surprised to find it wasn't locked. She opened it and stepped into his room.

There on the floor were Tsukune and inner Moka. Their clothes had been tossed all over the room. A small corner of her mind registered that Tsukune's hair was now silver and his skin had become paler. It seemed he had decided to become a vampire and accept Moka's offer. Under other circumstances that would have made her very happy. Right now though that wasn't what her mind was focusing on.

They were both naked; their bodies glistened and tangled together. The room seemed to reek of sweat and of a woman's sex. They were both just lying there asleep, comfortable in each other's arms.

For a second she thought of changing into her true form and murdering them, cutting them to pieces with her razor sharp claws. She found herself want to stab him again and again and again. She wanted to make him feel the kind of pain she was feeling right now.

She stood there for a moment trembling, unable to move. The only sound a tiny whimper as the hot tears began to run down her cheeks.

In the end she backed out of the room and silently shut the door. She then ran away as quickly as she could.