Disclaimer:I don't own Slayers. *pout*

I apologize for not updating in forever, but I am having a serious case of writer's block. Plus school started and I just got a new job. This is a really short chapter, but PLEEAASSEE Review! /O.O\ (*puppydog-eyes*)

Alexander was standing in Xellas' bedroom. It was mostly dark, lit only by a dim reddish light coming from enchanted dark purple, maroon, and black candles that were placed in groups on several pieces of dark wooden Victorian furniture. They smelled of lavender and blood. The sun was blocked from coming in the windows by heavy drapes of the same colours. The whole room, Alexander noticed as he looked around, was done in those colours. There was a large wardrobe sitting in a corner-a slinky black dress hanging off one of the door's handles. A desk was placed in the corner opposite-a half finished letter written in something that looked eerily like blood lay on top of it with a beautiful dark purple quill. There was a vanity with a huge mirror sitting against one wall-jewelry and make-up scattered on it; dark shades of lipstick and eye shadow and those dangly bracelets Xellas loves so much. Alexander could barely see the dark, hardwood floor, because it was covered with rugs and dresses Xellas had slung helter skelter onto it. And finally, there was a bed in the center of the room, sunk into the floor, with a dark purple cover and several purple, maroon and black pillows slung on it. Alexander could see black satin sheets poking out from under the covers. He thought it was extremely sexy, though it sort of reminded him of a wolf's den. The smell coming from the candles was strangely intoxicating, it dulled his usually sharp senses, combined with the dancing light the little red flames gave off. He felt Xellas' hands on him. The rest was a blur-the room confusing him. The next thing he knew, he was laying in Xellas' sexy, wolf's den bed, with her on top of him, all skin to skin and those satin sheets pulled around them.

"Are you ready?" Xellas whispered in his ear.

"Yes," Alexander replied, but Xellas could feel his fear and hear the nervous quiver in his voice.

"It will be painful," she admitted to him, whispering sweetly into his ear. "But just hold tight to me and be brave. It will all be over soon..." Alexander nodded and closed his eyes, while taking Xellas' left hand with his right and lacing his fingers with hers. Xellas lifted herself a little ways off him and formed a perfect sphere, the size of a baseball, of black light in her right hand. It changed shape into a kind of an arrow-head as she plunged it into Alexander's chest. His body went ridged and his face was screwed up in pain. He pulled Xellas tight against him as he felt an awful pain run through his whole body. He squeezed her hand as tight as he could, but his energy was fading. After a minute he moaned-the sound sent chills through Xellas-his body relaxed and his hand slipped out of hers. Xellas listened as his heart quit beating and his lungs stopped pulling in air. She looked at his still form... he was perfect. Well, almost perfect-he could use a touch of purple, she thought and giggled to herself. Her pitch-black aura surrounded herself and the late white priest. Suddenly the boy felt life in him again, except he was no longer a boy, but a mazoku. At first everything was painful. He cried out.

"Shh, Xelloss-chan, shh" Xellas whispered and caressed his cheek, her fingers running softly down his face, consoling him. "It'll be all right... just be strong a moment longer, love." And sure enough Xelloss' pain faded and was replaced by a very different, much more pleasurable feeling. He could feel his mazoku heart beating and he could feel Xellas'. They were like two guitar strings being struck almost simultaneously. Soon they merged into one, hearts beating in perfect harmony. It was like they were one person. He could feel her power filling him. It was pure ecstasy. He moaned-ah, how Xellas loved that sound, whether the cause was pain or pleasure, it was music to her. The feeling-though Xelloss felt it ended far to soon-still lingered faintly as he stopped moaning and his and Xellas' aura split into two separate ones and faded. And though he could no longer feel it so strongly, Xelloss knew that their hearts were still beating in unison and that they would continue that way forever.

Xellas looked over her servant. His hair was now a sexy shade of purple and his eyes a beautiful amethyst, the pupils little slits that looked like crystal shards. She kissed him and ran her tongue over his new set of fangs. Now he was perfect.

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Well that's where I was going to end it, but it seems to short. I have a couple of ideas, but no guarantees and I am open to suggestions. Peace Out!