Though he ran the maternity facility for the Partnership Sanjay did report directly to Vivika Eichhorst, so it wasn't all that surprising when Thomas entered their bedroom to find his lady wife sat on their large bed with her feet tucked under her with pages of print outs around her. Slightly more unusual though was the quantity of pages.

Thomas lifted a well placed eyebrow as he moved further into the bedroom. "What is this I hear about women trying to escape our maternity facility?"

Green eyes flicked up to him, lined in black with just a touch of silver, lips black as sin all to make those emeralds even bolder.

"Hello to you too, Thomas darling. I'm fine, thank you for taking an interest in your wife." She teased only a little disgruntled.

"Do not play coy with me, Vivika."

She sighed seeing he was in full business mode rather than a playing with his wife mode.

"Yes, alright. Two women seduced a guard and used him to try and escape the facility. Of course it failed, the women will be dealt with and the guard has already been drained. I have Sanjay dealing with it, it is his house after all."

Thomas' head tilted questioningly. "You just left him to his own devices even after he has failed so stunningly?"

"Thomas, believe it or not, Sanjay isn't a completely incompetent moron. This is the first time such a thing has occurred and he knows not to let there be a second. Knows he will not enjoy the consequences if I have to go down to the Bronx and deal with issues like these myself."

The former Nazi stood there at the side of the bed for a moment as he thought, calculated and did whatever else was always going on inside that wormy brain of his. Vivika, however, she'd already moved on to wanting to touch him. She shifted all the pages into a messy pile then pulled him down by his hand to sit down which he obeyed, she knelt behind him and wrapped her arms around him so her generous chest was pressed to his back.

"I'm starting to worry about you, darling, you're always so busy and overworked." Black lips pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Please, let me deal with my departments." Vivika ran her hand down his forearm and brushed her thumb over his stump. "I am the left hand, remember?"

His mouth twitched up slightly at the corner, not quite but almost a smile. "Careful, my love, you are starting to sound poetic."

"Nothing wrong with poetry, Thomas, you taught me that."

Eichhorst let his head fall backwards against her shoulder so he could just sit quietly and peacefully with his ever loving wife. They didn't do this very often, just sit in calm silence; always working, always dealing with one problem or another.

"Don't worry, husband, as soon as we have apprehended Setrakian his little cohorts will fluttered out of the woodwork. You'll feel better once we have them all. You'll be able to relax."

The Strigoi hummed. "That does sound nice, liebe, I know it is only a matter of time before they try something but the waiting is starting to grate on me, I must admit."

Vivika placed a kiss to his cheek once more. "They won't be able to resist much longer. They're humans and won't be able to stop themselves doing something stupid. They may as well send up a flare and start banging pots together."

"Amusing, my love, but I assure you, the Jew is smarter than you give him credit for."

That got a chuckle out of his wife as she pushed his shirt collar down slightly to kiss at his fake neck.

"Not smarter than my big, bad husband, surely." Another kiss, more delicate than the last.

"Hmm, assuredly not."

The suit clad monster finally looked around at the scattered papers which had started to slip and slide out of the pile Vivika had shoved them into – he was even slightly sat on a few – and grabbed one to have a proper look. While he inspected them Vivika started to loosen his red tie and shirt then slipped her hand inside.

"What is all this?" Thomas enquired in that thick German accent of his.

"I'm going through all our identification records, wanted to see if there are any in the city which suggest they're fakes or don't add up. It'll take me fucking ages and I've only just started but it needed doing."

"Surely you could have Mister Desei do this for you."

The raven-haired beauty clearly only half listened, much more interested in taking her monster's clothes off. She quickly managed to tug his suit jacket down his arms along with his white shirt once she'd finished unbuttoning it, with his Strigoi skin exposed she happily set about placing loving kisses down his shoulders while disposing of his tie somewhere on the floor.

"Could have." She finally answered. "Although, Sanjay had his problem to solve and I won't be relying on him for this when I know I'm more efficient."

He helped her get his shirt cuff over his wrist and finally cast it all aside properly before Vivika shuffled to straddle his hips, while they kissed she worked on getting him out of his dress pants with those devilishly skilled fingers of hers. Thomas easily unzipped her skirt, the tiny metal teeth were no match for him, then tugged off her blouse only to lift her easily upwards in his deceptively strong arms so he could carry her into the large bathroom.

Left just in her underwear and platform slingbacks he set his adored wife down on the tiles and reached into the glass shower to turn on the water. In an instant the sound of a cascade reached them as steam started to whirl ever upwards. Thomas spared a moment to take in her lacy underthings then – admitted slightly faster than needed – he stripped her of her panties, bra and stockings … even the delightful heels leaving her naked before him.

Vivika chuckled. "Eager, are we?"

Eichhorst didn't dignify that with a response, just whizzed off leaving her naked as the day she'd been born. His speed had brought a draft which chilled her unblemished porcelain skin so she slipped into the shower and under the toasty warm spray. She made quick work of soaking her dark hair and washing it through before rinsing, just as all the soapy bubbles dripped down to the floor that draft came again at the opening and closing of the foggy glass door. Thomas. He kissed her shoulder lovingly which she delighted in.

"Let us ignore the Jew, his friends and work for the few remaining hours of the night, yes? I have neglected my bride for the last couple of days."

It was true, they'd not even slept in the same bed for two nights.

"Yes, but what is this hush-hush thing you've been speaking to The Master about? A girl gets curious."

Slowly his fingers started to trail little patterns down her flat stomach while he sucked a bruise onto her neck which the White would heal soon enough.

"The Master believes the Mongrels are becoming too unmanageable and I am inclined to agree-"

"We all are." She spoke over him but Thomas just continued.

"-but we are, as yet unable to find a suitable balance to provide them the strength needed while keeping them under control. I have been working on solving the issue. We cannot continue to have them lashing out in front of humans, it's one thing to keep the humans in line but it is quite another to have a rabid dog to control at the same time." He sighed. "I've tried leaving them in the loam for shorter periods of time, tried turning them before, during and after they're in the soil and still no valid results."

"So you need them to be what, more mentally competent?" She questioned softly as he continued to kiss her just at the junction of where her neck met her shoulder.

"Essentially."

Vivika shrugged. "Shame we couldn't just use Born, sounds like they basically start off with the needed traits."

"Indeed, but they are impervious to the worms, my love."

The Strigoi finally, finally, bit down on her neck drawing blood with his sharp teeth, it was then she realized where he'd have gone when he left her in the bathroom; to take his prosthetics, fake teeth and wig off. Despite the ferocity with which he could have chomped into her flesh Thomas didn't, he kept his bite just deep enough to make her bleed;s let out a little moan. Three little trickles escaped his hungry mouth, rich crimson that smelt practically divine, his tongue lapped at the ichor hungrily.

"Why?" Vivika's asked with a hint of puzzlement which drew Thomas from tasting her.

"They build up a tolerance while in the womb surrounded by the worms which have infected the mother." He answered in a tone which made it clear he'd have rather covered her mouth and bitten deeper. "The only way to avoid it would be to-"

The Strigoi plastered to her back fell silent which got Vivika to finally turn around and face him; as soon as his mouth left her wound she felt the White bubble up and heal it. Sure enough his prosthetics and everything else was gone, not even the contacts, only small patches of his skin colored make-up remained dotted about his face; mostly his cheeks and forehead.

She thought him adorable and couldn't help but grin at the expression on his face. "You've had an idea, haven't you." It wasn't a question, she knew him too well for that.

"Oh yes," Thomas turned his demonic eyes back to his wife, water washed down her shoulders, past those supple breasts and practically glided across every single perfect curve of her. "And the credit all firmly goes to you, my love."

Suddenly his hands snapped to her hips and pulled her back to him, his teeth ripped back into her skin though harsher this time then slammed her back against the cold tile. Vivika skidded a little but Thomas kept her upright, supported her with his handless arm while his fingers danced down between her legs to tease and torment her core.

"Thomas." She whimpered breathlessly, her arms around his neck to keep him close.

"Always such a whore for me, aren't you, my love." He whispered against her ear before he tugged on the lobe with his teeth. "My perfect little whore. My wanton harlot."

Thomas kissed her deeply then, a battle of tongues, one of which was significantly more dangerous than the other. His fingers penetrated her wet heat with want and need, the rich scent of her arousal flooded his senses making him crave her. Chemicals vaporized off her skin, how could a woman smell so utterly stupendous? His beautiful bride with a southern tongue. The noises she made for him – Eichhorst hadn't ever believed in God but if Heaven existed it was within the delightful sounds Vivika made especially for him.

"... please, Thomas. Fuck, please!?" She begged as her bliss drew near, the shower water just a faint background noise to them now. "Thomas!"

Oh how could he deny a woman who begged so sweetly for him? How could he deny his beautiful wife? So close she practically dangled on the edge of oblivion and he'd be the one to toss her down into the torrent waters. Vivika cried out his name when she came, a breathless and strangled version but he loved it. Thomas sunk his teeth deep into her neck and worked her through her orgasm so he could suck as much of her pleasure out of her blood as he could. Her walls quivered around his fingers with each pass his tongue made over the deep bite mark; it hurt so good.

When she collapsed against him after two more orgasms Thomas finally took pity on her and shut the water off. Without a word he carried her out of the shower and helped to dry her off since she stood on shaky legs. As soon as he deemed her dry enough for bed he lifted her back up – still without a single utterance – and went to lay her in bed; Vivika's hair remained damp but neither cared much.

It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, then again she'd been working so hard over the last few days just like Eichhorst himself. Thomas dried his greenish-white skin off on a blue towel and tidied up their clothes from the bathroom and around the bed before he finally got under the covers beside her. She sensed him instantly and rolled onto her side to cuddle up to him and his warmth.

Thomas didn't find sleep quite as quickly as the young woman though. Instead, the German lay there staring up at the ceiling with his second set of eyelids blinked occasionally. His brain worked quickly to formulate a new plan of attack for The Master's Mongrels while his fingers drew absent-minded tiny patterns over her hip where he had his arm around her. While he pondered Thomas listened to her steady heartbeat and soft breaths as she basked in slumber, or at least he did until the scheduled truck which transported blood passed by far below them. His attention soon returned to Vivika. Sweet, conniving Vivika. At first the White in her system had made her smell odd, manufactured, but over the nine months or so since The Master had bestowed his gift upon her she'd grown to smell natural again. The White mingled with her blood to create a whole new concoction which Thomas had to admit he had become rather partial to. Of course the other Strigoi had noticed as well, she'd gone from simply confusing them as to whether she was friend or food to them treating her almost the same as they did Thomas. The Strigoi obeyed when she told them to do something and not just because The Master and Eichhorst had insisted that no Strigoi was to harm her. He didn't know what to call his wife any longer, she certainly couldn't be deemed a human any longer but she wasn't Strigoi either, Vivika seemed content with 'advanced human' but that still sounded too human for the former Nazi's liking. No, Vivika had become something of a chimera.

She shuffled then as if she intended to roll out of his grasp to the other side of the bed so Thomas quickly tightened his grip to keep her in place against his lean chest. He placed a soft kiss to the top of her damp head then settled down against the soft pillows and finally closed his eyes for some sleep. He'd never needed much sleep even back when he'd been human but he'd slumbered in some truly dark, dank places in his life and he hadn't minded it all that much, but laying there in a big, soft bed with his stunning goddess of a wife, well, he'd never turn that down.