She clung to Anastasia, her teeth cutting into her skin, millimeters by millimeter. She rolled her eyes against the black of her eyelids, taking a slow breath through her nose. The air carrying the sweet scent of Anastasia's wet skin, soft hair and the surroundings. Her palms were flat against Anastasia's hips, her fingers curled, her sharp nails slipped through the fabric, gently piercing her soft skin.

With each single breath, each single beat of their hearts, she felt calm, safe and drawn to Anastasia. The memories of the past few moments, the attack in the shop, the Baron and Emma's words slipped away. She slowly pulled Anastasia closer, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, beads of sweat pilled then slipped down their skin, across their faces between their breasts along the supple lines of their bodies. Their clothing grew dark with moisture clinging to their skin.

Anastasia held mikoto in a warm embrace, her fingers spaced wide across her lower back, between her shoulder blades. Her mouth pressed tightly against mikoto's throat, her receded fangs pinching the soft skin of her throat, millimeters by millimeter.

She matched mikoto's bite. The sound of a single breath, a single heartbeat echoed in her head as a soft growl resonated against their bodies. Slowly inhaling, she smelled the perspiration across mikoto skin, and her soft brown hair. She pulled mikoto tighter against her body.

A soft growl surrounded them like a protective cacoon, sealing them away from the outside world.

Saliva, air and blood mixing in their mouths, trickling over their tongues, down their throats. Their jaws tightening, waiting for the moment they broke through the skin.

Anastasia waited for a moment like this. She tried to tell mikoto, the rushing of the wind up the mountains drowned her voice. She reached out to tell her but missed her hand in the shop. Then it happened, looking down at mikoto as she lifted her head, her soft radiant brown eyes crimson flakes sparkled, her supple lips glistened, parted.

A kiss she smiled, she would strike now. Mikoto inhaling as she closed her eyes and kissed her catching Anastasia by surprise.

The kiss is what she wanted, a soft gentle peck would've been nice but mikoto's lips pressed hard, slowly opening and devouring Anastasia. Her body exploded with sensations, hot and warm her body chilled. Her lips taken by mikoto's mouth, then her cheeks and along her jaw. When she felt mikoto catching the tic of her artery between her fangs. Anastasia lost herself into the pleasure, the desire. She surrendered willingly. Now in a few moments, a few millimeters away, a few more clenching of their jaws they would break the skin. It had to be together, not a moment before, or later. It had to be at the same time, the blood had to flow together.

A distant voice called out, getting louder. The young woman's voice filled with worry and panic.

Mikoto growled a little louder, her grip tightened, her jaws clenching. She didn't want anything to interfere. Anastasia growl rose, her grip tightened and her jaws clenched, she would not be denied.

"Please… My queen…"

The words pierced the darkness. The serenity was being broken.

"Please… Anastasia…" She heard her swallowing, the scent of tears filled the air. Then the unthinkable happened. She felt a small hand grip her shoulders as she begged.

A surge of the Queen's authority with killing intent, dropped the young girl to her knees. She prostrated herself, her forehead pressed to the ground, still her voice pleaded.

"Please, my queen we need you now…" Her voice cracked, "you can take my life but_"
Overwhelming grief and anger filled Anastasia. She arched her eyebrows, snapping her eyes open. Bright crimson colored eyes glowed as she slowly narrowed them. She released her bite, her heart ached, mikoto released a slight whimper as Anastasia's throat was ripped from her mouth.

"A little more…" The words raged in Anastasia's mind.

"What!" The word slammed into the young woman, her growling was louder than thunder.

"ttt the Baron and Suka, Misha." She swallowed as her body trembled like a dry leaf on the ground, "are battling…"

"So!" She growled, "if she kills him, who cares…" She took a deep annoyed breath, her heart was slamming against her chest and her blood was on fire.

Mikoto's head was lying just under her chin, her warm breath flowing across her wet flushed colored skin. She held her tight as mikoto squeezed her tighter. Her eyes were glazed, looking at the young woman prostrated on the ground, her lips wet with saliva and blood. The light red sheen covered her teeth.

"Anastasia." Mikoto spoke with a tired voice, "she's afraid…" She let out a slow breath.

"I don't care, if Suka, Misha, Diva, Estella or anyone of them kill him… So what!" She glared at the young woman. The image of the young womans body trembling, her voice cracking stilled her fury. her face softened her voice lowered, "go on…"

The young woman quickly nodded, her voice cracking as she spoke, "a fight started with one of his aides…"

Anastasia shrugged her shoulders, her face steeled, "with one of the Royal guards…"

"What! Anastasia quickly realized the implications as she narrowed her eyes.

The young woman nodded, raising her head. Her eyes were filled with tears, cheeks red from crying. She spoke as her lower lip trembled.

"The Baron was in the royal chamber!"