As Eleanora had said, the two men were here to discuss a party with the Earl of Phantomhive. They talked about it and then they left and then the butler entered the kitchen and told everyone about it. The week was spent preparing for the party, so everyone was rather busy; and in the evening, everyone was too tired to do much of anything except go to sleep. But one night, Eleanora managed to sneak into Sebastian's room and told him about when she had attacked Charles. She told him about how she knew where to attack and how to attack and how, once it was all over, she had thirsted for his blood and how she was able to tell almost everything about him just by looking at him.

Sebastian had been incredibly impressed. She could tell. He smiled and kissed her and told her that she was a good girl and that everything that had happened so far was great, but she always had to be careful about her head and neck.

"I will," she said. He picked her up and they lay down in his bed, him cuddling her and kissing her forehead every now and then.

"Lady," he said, "I have to tell you something. Every time you drink someone's blood, you'll know everything about them, and I do mean everything. And now that your brain is fully healed, you're smarter than you were before—you'll be able to learn most things about a person just by looking at them: their name, how old they are, when and how they died…" He trailed off and bit his pinkie, looking away.

"Why would I have to know when and how someone died? No one is going to die recently, right?"

"Of course not," he said quickly. "It's just something to be aware of." He forced a laugh and held her closer.

"But will I really know everything if I drink some of their blood?"

"Of course," Sebastian said. "Would you like to try it?"

"How?" she asked, getting excited.

Sebastian unbuttoned his shirt a bit and pulled one sleeve down, exposing his shoulder.

"Go on," he said. "Try biting me."

Eleanora hesitated, but moved closer, wondering what she was supposed to do. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She could hear it. She could actually hear his blood whooshing around in his veins! It was a beautiful sound—a wonderful, healthy sound. She opened up her mouth and extended her fangs and rested them where she heard his blood. They quivered in anticipation, but Eleanora knew, just by feeling his skin with her teeth, that something was wrong.

"Not here," she thought. "Here will make all of his blood spill out."

She moved her teeth and found another area.

"Not here; too little blood."

Again she moved her fangs.

"Perfect!"

She hesitated for a bit, but before she could rethink it all, she plunged her teeth into his neck. They went in easily, as if she was biting half-melted butter.

Sebastian twitched and made a "mm!" sound, but didn't push her back or wince in pain. He watched his daughter as she discovered herself, smiling at her surprise and intensity.

The blood gushing through his veins began seeping into her teeth, but she realized that that wasn't enough. She sucked once and the blood entered her teeth, running down her throat and entering her stomach. Her eyes popped open and some blood landed on her tongue and then she knew everything.

His birth, his life, his masters, his loves, his hates, his fears, his hopes, his dreams; she knew everything and his blood tasted absolutely delicious. It tasted like red hard candy and sweet syrup; it tasted of love.

Eleanora pulled back and realized that he was bleeding out of the two puncture holes in his neck. She leaned in and licked the wound on a whim; her saliva tasted a bit acidic, but when she pulled back, instead of blood there were two bruises on his neck.

Sebastian whistled, impressed.

"Very nice," he said. "And you can do that with everyone, darling. Not just me."

"But…how did it stop bleeding?"

"Special Vampires have various types of saliva—some for healing, some for poisoning, and so on. My father has it too. You just instinctively used your healing saliva and the skin healed over the wounds."

"I can do that? Really?"

"Of course!" he said, pulling his shirt back on and cuddling her. "But you must be very careful, sweetheart. If you're not careful, you might bite someone out of self-defense, and then your poison would kill them."

"I'll be super careful," she promised. "I won't bite anyone."

"There's my sweet, good girl," he said and kissed her again.

She fell asleep in his arms and he watched her smiling in her sleep, thinking about tomorrow.

For the real party would start tomorrow.