(Note: This chapter contains sex. It's graphic, like a lot, so beware. Have fun. I also apologize if Law is a tad OOC.)

While Vyce discussed plans with Freyr on what they were going to do, Sumiko went off in search of Law. Oddly, the man wasn't in the house. His mother had no idea where he was, but Ian suggested she go find Silas, who stayed down in the sunflower field on the outskirts of the village.

Off Sumiko went.

It was nearing twilight, the sun setting off over the ocean, and the dusky pink and purple sky falling over the earth. Stars glittered here and there, and Sumiko allowed herself a moment of peace as she walked through the massive field, where sunflowers topped nearly seven feet, with various other plants clinging to their stalks. Pink, white, purple, striped flowers, and Cypress trees dotted the area, and fireflies sparkled in the air.

Sumiko pinpointed Law somehwere to the east, and she followed his heartbeat until she came to a small clearing. The older pirate was standing in front of a grave, marked with a smoky quarts headstone that read "Trafalgar Silas, beloved son and brother, and angel in the sky".

"How did he die?"

Law didn't look at her, and instead leaned down to place a small bouquet of Aloe, Anemone, Asphodel, tied together with Crypress leaves. Sumiko wasn't a genius, as far as math, sciences and other things went, but she knew more about insects and plants than anyone she'd ever met, and each of those flowers symbolized love, grief, and regret for the fallen.

"He was only eleven when he died, this rare sickness that I can't even pronounce because saying it pisses me off. It's why I got into medicine, so I could find a cure, but sadism hit me in my early teens and I became the Surgeon of Death."

Sumiko didn't say anything, because nothing she said would help; words didn't bring the dead back to life, she knew that firsthand. Instead, she walked off down the path she'd come from, and after searching for a few minutes, she returned with a small pink flower, one of which she placed on the grave, the other behind Law's ear.

Eglantine roses, flowers that were meant to heal wounds.

"You know why I'm here, don't you." She didn't need to ask, she saw the answer in his eyes. "You over heard what Vyce and I talked about."

"Earasing all of my memories about your world and all of you? Yes, I may have heard a little of that." There was a thick silence, only the crickets making noise. The soft wind, the ocean waves.

"I won't remember anything?" he asked after a minute. Sumiko was staring at the other flower she had picked, and she twirled the white bud betweeen her fingers, inhaling its scent.

"Nothing?" Law prompted.

"From what I understand, you might get feelings once in a while that are triggered by an object, sound or a scent, but you won't be able to place them." She looked up at the sky, where the sky had darkened even more. "You're more likely to have vague dreams, because your mind is so strong, even for a human."

"What about the past eight years?"

"I'm going to create memories and implant them into your brain to replace them." When she didn't say anything furthur, Law looked at her. She was standing with her arms around herself, eyes shimmering in the fading sunlight.

"Not once in my entire life did I think about relationships, love, or anything like that, because I had seen it destroy my mother, and my family. Then, you come out of nowhere, and turn my world upside down." His voice was hard, and Sumiko looked at him.

"What's bothering you?"

She had barely gotten the question out when his mouth met hers, and Sumiko's mind went blissfully blank. After a few seconds, they separated. "That. That's what's 'bothering' me." He said. "I can't think straight when you're around. You look at me, brush past me, and my mind goes off on certain tangents I'd rather not specify out loud." Sumiko couldn't help but grin, and Law resisted the urge to roll his eyes. She was so immature sometimes…but this was a serious matter, and was so not the time for joking.

He lifted her chin and met her eyes. "Before you erase my memories, will you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

Her tone was so sincere that Law was silent for a moment. He gathered his thought, weighing the pros and cons in his mind, but evetually the guy part of his brain ruled out over the cynical, scientific part. "I want you to fully claim me as your mate, however the hell that works, I don't even care. Just-" he met her eyes again. "Make me yours."

Sumiko's brain had shut down for a moment, but in the same instant, the full Carpathian side of her came to life, and her bonding instincts took over, that cinnamon/pine scent flaring to life and that was it. Their mouths were together, and her hands went into his hair. In the back of her mind, there was a blur of fear, but another sensation, one she'd never felt before, beat the ever-living shit out of it and took hold.

She pulled away, breathless. "Wanna see a magic trick?"

Law blinked, and his eyes flared as his jacket and shirt suddenly vanished.

"We can will clothes on and off, cool, right?"

"And useful." But he wasn't going to rely on her little abilities, but lost his train of thought as her mouth went to his neck, fangs trailing right over his vein, scraping gently, but not hurting. She was purring almost, a light rumble in her chest, and she kissed him again with a sigh.

If I had known this is what it felt like, I would have jumped him years ago, Sumiko thought. They were in the grass, and his hand was doing something that made her thoughts just blip out of existence. She was naked from the waist down because the beast, her tattoo was alive, and her shirt kept it in, due to the fact that Freyr had enchanted it when she'd gained her new power.

"Spodnie," she swore, realizing Law didn't understand the Old Language, but he got the gist when she tugged sharply at his jeans. They were gone in an instant, and the essential part of his anatomy that defined him as male replaced his hand, and that was it. A brief jolt of pain, an unpleasant burning, and then something else hit her hard.

Their mouths fused as he moved inside of her, capturing her gasp of pained delight. The dragging sensation sent sparks of electricity through her bloodstream, and she arched, her head going back, exposing her neck in a lovely arc.

Law's eyes latched onto her throat and the strangest impulse went through him; he wanted to bite her. And his mouth opened as if he were prepared to do that. Her hips rocked sharply as he thrusted deeper, and she tossed her head to the side.

"What's happening to me?" she arched again, moaning. Law smirked and moved a little faster. He kissed a path from her mouth to her ear and whispered to her.

"You're about to come." Her nails dug into his arms, drawing blood, and her hips tilted sharply.

"I can't…I can't…" she shook her head back and forth, trapped between what her body wanted and what her mind was having trouble assimilating, and she was going to lose the momentum if he didn't do something fast. Without even thinking or knowing why it would help, he nuzzled her throat and bit her right over her jugular.

That was what did it.

His name left her mouth, echoing out into the night, as her body shattered from the force of her orgasm, blinding her. She was shocking out, and he suddenly remembered her saying something a few days ago about needing to feed, but Vyce couldn't since he'd bonded to Ian. She was exhausted from the sex and natural lack of blood in her system. Her fangs had come out, and Law used her momentary weakness to roll them over so she was on top. He fisted her hair and brought her close to his neck.

"Bite!" he growled.

Holy fuck, did she ever.

He felt a searing pain on the right side of his throat and his body jerked, causing more blood to flow. Sumiko took deep, dragging pulls from his vein and white-hot pleasure swamped Law until he literally couldn't for a single thought.

His orgasm almost made him black out.

The sun had started to rise when he woke up. Sumiko was making a wreath of some sort with flowers, and as she walked in circles, she twitched; her walking awkward. He smirked and sat up, noting he was clothed again. His neck burned, and he touched the spot she'd fed from, but the marks had healed.

"Sumiko."

"Bwa?" she jumped, and turned around. Instantly her face reddened as he stood and walked over to her. He took the honeysuckle wreath from her hands and placed it on top of her head, the meaning of the flower striking him as ironic and perfect.

Devotion.

He looked into her emerald and sapphire eyes, and felt his heart skip a beat like it always did when he looked at her. "Love of my life, that's what you are. The darkness isn't ever coming to take me, because you'll be there, whether I know it or not."

Sumiko smiled. "I love you, and I'm going to love you even after you don't know I exist." Her gaze brightened and Law couldn't look away.

"Shit, you're going to do it aren't you? You're actually going to-"

Just like that, his mind went blank.