The snow had fallen throughout the day, and continued into the night. All around us there was a soft blanket of the purest white, which was being topped by light, airy little flakes of frozen water. Ondre was a few feet away from me, snow up to his ankles, with a languid smile on his face. He was truly divine, and backed by the beautiful scene I could not stand to look at him any longer, as what I felt on the inside poisoned my vision.

"What's wrong, my Love?" Ondre asked. I was being incredibly selfish, and did my best to hide my negativity.

"It's nothing, promise."

"Liar." He said before I could finish my thought. I shook my head, knowing how foolish I was being. "Just tell me? Please. Don't make me beg." He pushed up from the side of the house and with a sigh, I began.

"I'm sorry I didn't get you anything for your birthday." The words were hard to say, hard to admit. He had given me everything I'd ever want and need just by existing. There was no way I could repay him for that. He saved me, and gave me a purpose, and I had given him nothing.

I flashed my eyes upwards, seeing Ondre with an amused look on his face. I couldn't bring myself to say anymore, and my eyes fell to the snow. I had only a second before Ondre's eyes were fixed on to mine. He held my head under my chin and sweetly touched his lips to mine. Our moment of tenderness extended, and he let go of my chin to lay his hands on my face.

"Now-" He pulled away from me. "That's enough of that." He touched my cheek and kissed my forehead. "Come on, let's go inside." He pulled on my hand and after some gentle persuasion I followed him in. He shut the door behind us, kicked off his boots, and sat me down on the sleek, leather sofa, continuing into our bedroom. I crossed my hands over my knees and tried to make peace with the truth Ondre had no conflict over. While it didn't bother him, it tore me open, and I resigned to find something he would appreciate and desire.

I heard him fiddling around in his bedside table, the wood-on-wood sounds revealed what he was doing, and instantly I was reminded of the secret I stashed away in his belongings. He was quiet, and then I could smell it. It was like sunlight in a thunderstorm; its intoxicating scent rushed to my nose and sparked my primal urges.

"Leon..." I heard him call to me. "Come here, please." His voice was steady and even, with no signal as to what he was thinking. Reluctantly, I rose and walked into the room where Ondre stood, capped vial in hand. "Where exactly did you find this?"

"It was in Annabelle's things. She had a whole bag of them, from which I stole that one." He cut his eyes at me, an almost proud smile streaking across his face.

"You stole this from Annabelle?"

"The first night she took you from me." His smile widened, then strode out of our bedroom and into the front of the house. He stepped over the sofa and settled into it, patting the spot beside him. I eagerly tucked myself there and found my eyes watching the vial more than Ondre's godly chest.

"You don't know what this is, do you?"

"No idea."

"None?"

"Not a single one." He found our exchange amusing, and chuckled before revealing what he knew.

"This, my Love-" He shook the glass vial from side to side, centering my not-so-focused mind on it. "-Is faerie blood."

"Faerie blood? Like, wings, magic, and tricksters faeries?" He nodded and closed the blood up in his fist, sending my eyes back to him. "I didn't even think they existed."

"They're not supposed to. According to Zuriel they were hunted into oblivion ages before I was created."

"What killed them?"

"Isn't it obvious? We did. Vampires hunted them down and snatched them from history. Or so I thought. This little vial here proves they live."

"So you've never encountered one?"

"No."

"Then how do you know that's the blood of one?"

"My maker was very generous with his knowledge. He told me everything he knew of them; their smell, their taste, their magic."

"Magic? Real magic?"

"You doubt the existence of magic?"

"No, just skeptical."

"Then what brought you out of your grave? What causes your voice to sound in my veins, if not magic?"

"Blood. Blood did all that."

"There is magic in blood, human, vampire, or otherwise. You should remember that." I was quiet for a moment, processing what Ondre told me. It made sense, my creator shared his blood with me and through the ancient magics I rose from the grave as one of the undead. There must be magic in this world; corpses don't rise on their own.

"Is there anything special about the blood? Or does it just smell...fucking irresistible?" Ondre was silent, and began to unscrew the top.

"Let's find out..." It popped open, and out came my fangs. Ondre touched his finger to the opening and turned it up. "Take it." He said, turning the bottle back right-side up. His fangs were drawn and his eyes were fixated on me as I maneuvered the vial the same way he had. We worked together to get the cap back on and sat together, facing each other.

Ondre held his finger up to my mouth, and slipped past my parted lips, laying the blood on my tongue. I wrapped my lips around his finger and presented mine to him. He opened his mouth and I touched his tongue, which embraced my finger as I slid it out.

There was no sensation, nothing; like it had numbed my tongue. I flicked my tongue across my fang to check my sensitivity. It was totally normal, and I saw Ondre do something similar. We stared at each other, both waiting, anticipating the effects.

"Huh-" Ondre sighed, and touched my hand. With his touch, I felt it.

It was lightning on my tongue, bursting and sparking, each tiny ember igniting another bolt in my mouth. My body shivered and tensed up, like it was being energized. Ondre's eyes were huge; round and full of shock. He was feeling what I felt. His mouth turned up in a smile, and our gaze remained unbroken.

"Holy fuck-" I breathed and Ondre laughed. I felt like my pulse was pounding, like my heart was beating in my ears, like the blood was once again pumping through my veins; but all of this was impossible.

In the same instant Ondre and I were on the sofa, against the wall, on the floor of the doorway to our bedroom, and finally we landed on our bed. We were locked together; kissing and touching. Ondre bit my lip and drew quite a bit of blood, but I didn't care. It healed instantly and he found a more suitable area for feeding.

His fangs struck me in the neck and he held me to the bed with his body. My head turned to the front room I saw our clothes, thrown about like they had been swept up in a windstorm.

"Ah-Fuck." It was already too much to handle. I squeezed at his shoulder, his broad scapula moving infinitesimally as he feed. He bit down harder, and I felt my blood squirt from the wounds and begin to pour out of my neck. It streamed beside us and rolled over my chest, streaking across Ondre's as he tore at me.

"Ondre-" I groaned, pulled at his flesh. He shook his head and removed himself from my neck.

"Are you okay?" He asked, holding his blood-dripping face over mind.

"Fucking fantastic-" I bucked up against him and kissed his bloody mouth. He relaxed down on top of me and held the sides of my face. Our lips were electric. His kick started my body, like they had direct contact to the third-rail.

"You taste incredible..." He looked into my eyes, and brought his wrist to his mouth, but I grabbed it, and stopped him. We said nothing as I sank my teeth into his forearm with such I was surprised it didn't shatter.

"Uughh!" He cried out as I penetrated his arm with my fangs. I felt the muscles beneath his skin tense and relax as he fought between the pain of his flesh tearing, and the joys of letting passion rip you apart.

His blood had never been this delicious, I could taste the faerie magic in it; mixing and enchanting the tastes and smells I loved. I chewed at his arm, driving my teeth deeper. Ondre touched my face with his other hand and he slipped his thumb into my mouth, distracting me enough to get his arm back.

"Your cock is about to burst through my gut." He kissed my neck. I felt it pressed hard against him, and then plunged it deeper with a buck of my hips. In response he chewed playfully at my lip. He pulled away and buried his face in my neck; kissing, touching, tickling.

"Stop..." I pushed at his ribs and turned my head away. He continued his carnal assault on my body. I felt his tongue flick across my collar, the fur on his chest rubbing across my stomach. "Stop, Ondre, stop." I begged him, pushing harder. Then I felt the round head of his firm erection streak across the inside of my leg. "Arrête!" I hissed and flipped him over on to the bed.

His eyes were wide and his fangs barred as he grabbed me by the crests of my hips.

"You look good up there." He gave them a squeeze, and I wiggled on top of him.

"It feels good." I tickled his rippled abdomen; his cock reacted and slapped my backside. His hands inched their way around my waist and grabbed fistfuls of the flesh on my rear. I felt his nails cut tiny fissures in my skin, but the pain only added to the experience. Ondre's legs lifted up, and allowed some stability behind my back. I leaned back into them, feeling the warm, soft, black hair brush my bare skin.

"I'm so hot...it's like I'm on fire..." Ondre's hands raced around my body, but settled once more on my rear.

"I feel lightning. It's dancing in my veins." I rocked back on his legs, feeling his hard cock jabbing my spine. "I want you inside me." Ondre kicked up and we flipped over in the air. I landed on my back, Ondre on top. I wrapped my legs around his waist and touched my lips to his neck. He tasted incredible, like sunlight tapering down through a misty forest; a cool breeze in the air, kicking up the earthy, muddy scents of the ground and mixing them with the crisp, fresh fragrances of the air.

He leaned into me, rocking my body against the soft, large bed. "Is that what you want?" His face touched to mine, and he threw my arms up around his neck. I nodded, burying my face in his chest.

"Ouias..." I breathed.

"I love it when you speak French to me." His hand slid between my knees and continued up the leg. He paused at my raging erection, and cupped my swollen scrotum. His hand was so warm and inviting, and as it delved deeper I could feel the hatches on the airlock beginning to fail. Ondre's voice grew heavy and deep, and he began to speak in his native and ancient Hungarian. It was a rough language, but one he spoke so sweetly.

I felt a familiar pressure pressing at the space between the muscled globes of flesh of my ass that I recognized instantly as Ondre's finger. It searched around for a spot to creep within, and soon found it. He took his time with me; tickling, teasing, and massaging. Words became difficult, and whatever I spoke, I spoke in French, and I can scarcely recall them.

Ondre pressed deeper, and I felt him slowly begin to work his way inside me. It hurt, but was the kind of pain that ebbed with each moment, slowly blossoming into pleasure. Ondre and I kissed, our faces inches from each I became fixated on his eyes. They were intense, and gave me the impression he enjoyed what he was doing as much as I did.

I hadn't heard it, but Ondre's face quickly told me something was wrong. He hissed, and flashed his fangs, looking over his shoulder. Then, I heard it. There was a knocking at our door, a vampire on the other side. Ondre shouted and pulled himself off of me.

"Stay here..." He grunted; his voice gruff and full of irritation. Ondre stood from the bed, wrapped a sheet around his waist, and made for the door. I flipped over, to hide my modesty, and watched him. He answered the door and I saw a tiny little man of a vampire. He looked like he was from another time, but I could smell the afterbirth on him. "Speak!" He shouted at him, the little man trembled before Ondre's imposing figure.

"The queen has requested your presence, my Lord." He held out his hand, between his fingers was another envelope, this one less ostentatious. Ondre snatched the paper from him and went to shut the door. "What smells so good?!" He leaned in to our home, his eyes and nose searching for what he sensed.

Ondre wasn't having any of it. He caught the young man by his neck and flung him out into the snow, the door shut before he ever hit the ground.

"What does it say?" I groaned from the bedroom watching him rip open the package and pull out the letter. His eyes raced over the paper, and his entire face went straight. "What's wrong?" I stood and made my way for him.

"Our queen has requested our presence." He said and handed me the paper. I expected more to be gathered, but it only gave a royal invitation, and a time to be there. It wasn't until tomorrow, but I could tell from Ondre's face this didn't matter, and he was quickly growing tired of our queen. I laid the note on the back of the sofa and joined Ondre in our bedroom.

"Everything alright?" I asked, sitting down beside him.

"Everything's perfect." He rolled over on top of me. "Where were we?" He asked, kissing at my neck. His hand slipped between my legs and within seconds he began to saw my flesh with his long, broad fingers.

"That's where you were." The faerie blood inside me was still pumped my body full of energy, and from the way Ondre instantly slipped from irritation into lust, I knew it flooded him with the same intensity.

Our night escalated until I was panting and gasping his name with every forceful thrust of his hips. We fucked on the bed, he mounted me atop the kitchen table, bent me over the sofa, and even held me to the floor while he pounded my ass, his thick, stone-hard rod stretching and pulling at my tender flesh.

The night ended, to my knowledge, with us on the bed, locked together in a couple's embrace when I noticed the stream of blood from Ondre's ear.

"Ondre...you're bleeding." He touched his face, and looked at the blood. He gave it confused stare, and rolled over, grabbing his phone off the bedside table.

"Get up." He said to me and jumped up from the bed.

"What?"

"Up, we've got an hour to be in front of the queen." Ondre walked into the bathroom and started a steaming shower.

Are you kidding me!?" I shouted and scrambled for his phone. In bright white numbers '8:15" displayed on the front.

"We-We fucked for 20 hours!" I threw his phone down and chased after him.

"It must have been the blood." He said and stepped in, rinsing the trails my bloodied semen had left all over his chest and stomach. I couldn't believe it. There was no way Ondre's birthday had passed; we had only just finished...

"Are you coming, or are you going to show up covered in my seed?" Ondre poked his head out of the glass shower door. I stared at him, who showed urgency with his eyes. At this I stepped in with him.

~Ondre

Getting out of the shower was the hardest thing I'd done in a very long time. I wanted nothing more than to take Leon back to bed and live like the world outside our doors didn't exist. But it did. And I had responsibilities; to myself, and more importantly, to Leon.

We dressed, and made our way out into the dark. We ran to the Queen's home, as driving along the roads would have easily doubled our travel time. Arriving at her gates I took the time to steal a glance of my Love. His beautiful, delicate form made my chest flutter, and I watched his nimble fingers flick through his thick bronze hair. My eyes drifted from his loving hands to the tiny slit of snow-white flesh on his hips.

He must have caught me, but I made no effort to conceal it.

"What?" His eyes were instantly flooded with the worry I inspired in him.

"Nothing, you're perfect." His face shifted into disbelief and he shook me off. "You are." I said again, and our moment was interrupted by a voice from the column at the gate.

"The Queen has granted you entry, welcome, my Lord." A male's voice claimed through the intercom. The gate retracted into the concrete wall that surrounded the grounds and after taking his hand, I led Leon to her doors.

"Why do they call you Lord?"

"I suppose they don't know my last name."

"You haven't told her?"

"As far I know, you're the only who does know it." It was nothing I tried to keep secret, at least I had not guarded it like my more hideous and murderous truths. But Leon seemed pleased at his knowledge, and I would not betray his confidence in me. Never again.

His shoes clicked along the black pavement in the manner I'd grown so accustomed to. It was a noise I hadn't gave much thought to, but I doubted life would be same should I have to walk without them sounding beside me. We approached Serana's home and meeting us at the stairs was an eager vampire, with envious eyes as they fell over me. It may sound vain or boastful, but I was quite accustomed to the desirous stares of others, and they were not difficult to dismiss.

The man opened the doors and led us into Serana's grand hall. He then excused himself and went to fetch his queen.

"I wonder where she put the statues..." Leon's voice cut the silence, and echoed off the high ceilings.

"Is that really what you're thinking about?"

"No, but what I'm thinking about shouldn't be discussed at the current time."

"It seems I have taught you something."

"It would seem so." He turned his head and laid a smile on me. It was simple, and wholly unlike any smile I'd seen, but knowing something I had instilled on him sunk in filled me with a great deal of pride.

"My Lord, if you'd follow me." The man reappeared and spoke clearly to me, but Leon followed anyway, seemingly used to the attention I received. "Excuse me, Sir." The man stopped in front of Leon. "But the Queen will be with you shortly, she asked that you wait for her here."

"I'm not going anywhere without him." I huffed at the young vampire.

"I'm very sorry for the inconvenience, but the Queen has asked to speak with Mr. Karstón first." I didn't like this, and everything about it sat wrong on my stomach.

"I'll see you in a bit." I said to my Love and with much trepidation, I left him for the wolves.

I emerged from Queen Serana's study, the room Jackson used for his meetings with me, and saw Ondre standing impatiently in her grand hall. The lustful young servant who undressed him with his eyes stood over him like a hawk, but Ondre was wholly indifferent.

"It's been a pleasure, Mr. Karstón. I'll be keeping count until I can see you again." Serana bid me farewell and had one of her servants see me down the stairs where I was reunited with my barbarian. The young servant saw us to the door, and began to walk us to the gates until Ondre stopped him.

"That's enough. We've got it from here." At this he pulled me close and began for the gate. We reached it within minutes, a silent understanding between us as we walked. Once we had made it sufficiently far enough away, he would know all our Queen had told me, or ordered me, rather.

"Let's get home." He said once we made it to the gate and as it peeled away we went through and quickly began for our tiny, forested home.

"She wants you to do what!?" Ondre yelled, his furious voice booming all around me.

"You heard me."

"And she gave you deadline!?"

"Ten days." Ondre was outraged, I, somehow was less so. "How dare she exert her dominion over you like this! I'll have her heart!"

"Ondre. Ondre, please, calm down." I touched him at the wrists and pulled his focus to me. "It's not right, but it's something I must do."

"You don't have to do a damn thing that whore tells you!"

"I would do this regardless of her orders."

"You want to be a maker?"

"No, but it's the wise thing to do." For once, I had been the voice of reason during an emotional outburst. It took a certain strength I didn't know I had, but was happy to have found. Ondre was quiet, and after taking time to relax was able to speak without shouting.

"You understand her reasoning behind this order, don't you?"

"Of course I do. Forcing me to turn a human opens a hole in our defenses. If she controls my progeny, she controls me, and by definition, she controls you." Ondre bit at his lip, and crossed his arms.

"You're smart."

"I know." I brushed off the severity of the situation, and took his hand to my hip.

"Any ideas as to whom you'll be spending eternity with?"

"Other than you, you mean?" I bumped into him.

"You're really bringing a newborn into this mess?"

"Why not? Trial by fire, right?" I wasn't pleased with the situation, and I knew for certain if I was displeased, Ondre was furious. I had one week to snatch the life from a human, and replace his humanity with undead immortality. With luck, I would find one both worthy, and willing to accept my gifts.

~Ondre

This queen, this stupid, manipulative whore of a queen had systematically ruined the life I set to build with Leon with a single order. Before this week would come to a close, Leon would be a maker, a first time maker; a great honor and incredible responsibility. Regardless of the circumstances of the situation, I would help him shoulder this burden as long as he would stand beside me.

In the day that followed Serana's proclamation Leon and I arranged his plans for travel and vampire-safe boarding. At first night, I drove him to the airport where he boarded his plane for New York City, the northern cultural capital of America. Leon said if he was forced to create a vampire, it would an intelligent, attractive one. I saw him off, and was unable to leave until he was long out of sight. The drive home was unbearably silent, as was the empty house I pulled up to.

I missed him already, and his voice in my blood proved he missed me.

"Where are you? My Love, I need you, where did you go?" I head his voice, and felt a stinging pain in my chest. I removed the phone from my jacket and called his voicemail, leaving a message I knew he'd appreciate.

"The house isn't the same without you, hurry back to me. I love you." Was all I said, and cut the call off. I sat down on our sofa and lay back with my feet hanging off the end. In this, I was transported to a day recently passed; the evening of my 700th birthday, a night that without him I'd have treated as any other.

It had proved to be truly incredible night, and one that I could not fully recall. I remember the feeling of the Faerie blood, and the way it made Leon's taste. His skin was hot, and electric on mine. Sex with Leon had been amazing for as long as I remember having it with him, and it had gotten much better over the ages, but drinking him in the arms of the fae was an unbelievable experience.

I remember the way his fingers tore my back open as he whimpered and gasped underneath me. I can still taste the sweet, bloody tears of ecstasy he left on my tongue. There was a familiar pressure in my groin, and before too long I had wholly given in to the carnal desires I felt.