FASH: Here we are, I'm gonna try for some romance, but don't blame me if it doesn't turn out the way you'd like it to!

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Due to the fact that Dracula couldn't concentrate on flying properly when Anka was screaming in his sensitive ears to let her down, he had quickly dropped her off and went in search of some good human food, it couldn't be to hard, he had been human once to, although that had been over four hundred years ago, Dracula was sure he could remember something that tasted good. 'Must not think of raw meat. Must not think of raw meat.'

So there Anka sat, in a huge dining room, obviously unused for the large amount of dust covering the table. "My God, he could kill someone with allergies just by locking them in this room for an hour. They'd suffocate to death." She huffed, too bad the outtake of breath caused a cloud of dust do rise into the air and begin descending on her, causing poor Anka to cough and hack.

"I must admit, that wasn't the most pleasant display I've ever seen." Dracula said smoothly as he entered to room, Anka's eyes focused on his hands, which were empty! He seemed to notice her accusing stare. "My dear, I do not think you'd enjoy eating meat raw, Igor is cooking." Anka's face scrunched up, the thought of that guy touching her food somehow made it less appealing.

"Now now, Igor does not carry some horrible disease, despite his looks he is quite healthy." He said smoothly as he sat himself down in the chair next to Anka's. "Now then, what shall we do until the food is ready?" Anka groaned, she could only guess what Dracula wanted to do, and it was a pretty educated guess to. "How about you leave me alone, then when I'm done eating you can come bother me aaaallllllllll you want." Anka had meant to say the statement sarcastically, but it seemed that Dracula decided to take it seriously and disappeared with a sly smile.

"Great, I just know I'll end up with a headache after this." Anka said, before she let her head drop to the table with a resounding 'Boom.' "Oww..."

Dracula picked up the book he had been going through before the whole food incident. As he red through the book, page after page, his eyes were slowly but steadily becoming very wide, why is this, you might ask, well...

Chapter 5: Emotions of the Hallow and Unfeeling.

Vampires, thought undead, once had hearts and emotions, although many think that the soul of a vampire can no longer hold any feeling, this thesis is incorrect. In order to once again feel, the vampire must find its life mate/soul mate. They would know the person from any other because of the 'new feelings' they would experience, though these feelings would not really be new, but something they would have felt as a human, love. When the life mate/soul mate if found, the vampire must not immediately turn them, if turned against their will, the life mate/soul mate will push themselves further away from the vampire, trying to shut their new life out, resulting in a slow death of not feeding on the blood of others. The reason behind this is, when the life mate/soul mate if turned by the vampire, the life mate/soul mate, unlike others the vampire has turned, is given free will because of the vampire's feelings for its life mate/soul mate, the vampire does not want an underling, it wants an equal. If turned against their will the life mate/soul mate will feel intense anger towards the vampire, and because of their free will, will be able to keep the vampire away from them. The life mate/soul mate will suppress all vampiric needs, such as drinking blood, and will waste away, eventually the life mate/soul mate will be able to take no more and destroy itself anyway it can.

Dracula's eyes slowly left the page, and he smiled, one small fang peaking out from under his lip. 'Why did I not read this before? Why did I keep myself from this! I shall both feel and live forever.' He placed the book down and made his way to the dining room, he had a couple of things to sort out.

Anka sighed and patted her full stomach, disturbing as it was, Igor turned out to be a pretty good cook. "That was good." "It is good to know you are pleased." Anka slowly looked up, content smile on her face. "What causes the great Dracula too gift me with his presents?" She asked with a small role of her eyes, and her only answer she got was a smile. "That is by far the creepiest expression I've seen you with, ever." He frowned slightly and Anka scoffed. "I was just kidding, man, they can't tell one thing from anot-" She was silenced by a pair of lips.

Dracula covered her lips with his, the now familiar feeling in his chest seemed to seep throughout his body, filling him with an intoxicating warmth that was caused only by one thing, Anka, his Anka.

Anka's eyes widened slightly, she still didn't know how she felt in this whole ordeal, but her eyes soon went limp and she threw caution to the wind, kissing him back.

And the two probably would have stayed that way for a long, long time, if not for Igor barging in rather loudly, but once he saw his master and Anka, he had one thing to say.

"Oh."

FASH: Well, I promised dome romance stuff, I think a kiss would count, so there you go, a little morsel until I actually get to the good, steady romantic stuff.