Hey, peeps... this chapter is less orgasmic than the last, though I have gotten some good reviews on it... just remember... it's easier to type with both hands on the keyboard than with one down your pants! Anyhow... I kinda have a plot as to where this is going, but yeah... btw... I hate braces...

My Favorite Mistake

"Greetings, my lord…"

It was a young male vampire. A fledgling perhaps? No… too polite and calm around me for that. He apparently had some number of years on the backs of his wings. He looked up from his elegant bow and blinked. He adverted his eyes respectfully. "Uh… forgive me for my untimely intrusion…"

I parted from my bride and covered her with the remains of her nightgown before reverting back to my human-like figure and approached the young one.

"Who are you, and what do you want here?" I asked, his scent not playing kindly on my senses. He let out a smile that caused even me to start in slight fright.

"I, my lord, am Christopher Hansen, and I am looking for work," he bowed again. Staring at him as he returned to full height, I looked him over. Long, jet black hair with radiant red eyes, the young one had, with slightly pointy ears while his vampiric side was revealed by the showing sharp white fangs in his gums. He looked no more than sixteen or seventeen at the time of his Turning.

"Well, Christopher, I am sorry to disappoint you, but there is no work to be done here… even if there was, you would not be paid," I told him and turned away. "Now, if you'll excuse me…"

I was headed back to my darling sweet waiting for my return when the young Christopher landed infront of me, his wings folding into his back.

"I don't expect to get paid, Lord Dracula… you see, I was a servant before my master Turned me, but I enjoyed serving. I wish to do it again. I was told you had a new bride, and had escaped death. I suspected you'd be looking for help with tending to everything that needed tending to, what with Igor gone and all…"

"Fine… Christopher, do you truly wish to work here as my servant?" I asked, glaring slightly at him. He was between her and me, and that was not a good place to be… especially with the smell she was reeking of. A smile caressed his lips.

"Yes, my lord. I wish to do nothing more but that,"

A simple enough statement, and innocent to a fault, right? So I thought, also. Yet, something in the back of my mind just wouldn't let me trust him as I should; especially when he turned and smiled at my bride as if he was good enough to even lay eyes upon her.

"And who is this lovely woman?" he asked, walking to the bedside and kneeling before her, taking her hand in his own and laying his lips upon it. She blinked and looked at me as if for explanation as to what she was supposed to do next.

"My name is…" she started to speak, gently, yet afraid as if someone were to be offended by something she said, and thus hurt her.

Her name… no…. not even I knew that… but she was so beautiful, a name didn't even matter to me. Even more beautiful than…

"Anna," I blurted out. "Her name is Anna…"

She looked at me as if confused. Why I had changed her name to that, I wondered myself, as her gaze seemed to ask. I smiled at her lovingly and she smiled back, then nodded to Christopher and pulled her hand away.

"Anna," he breathed, inhaling the remains of her scent upon his hand. "A beautiful name for a beautiful creature,"

"Isn't it, though? And lucky me, she belongs to me and no one else!" I growled at him and stomped over to her, sitting on the edge of the bed and hugging her. She hugged me back, her hands trailing over my body as if she were trying to entice me to continue what we were doing before so rudely interrupted.

It was working.

"Of course, my lord…" he chuckled as if he were plotting to change that statement. "Forgive me for idolizing. I meant no harm by it."

"Then you'll know I mean no insult to you when I tell you to leave this place," I growled. 'Anna' put her hand up on my shoulder.

"Master," she whispered as if afraid to speak against me.

"Yes, my love?" I held her hand and encouraged her kindly with a slight smile.

"A new servant to help around the house… that would be useful," she suggested timidly. My smile faded and I looked at her, confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked and tilted her head up when she looked down. "It's alright, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you for voicing your opinion. In fact, I don't like it when you agree with me all the time," I chuckled and traced her jaw with my finger.

"Well," she started. She pulled my hand down and placed it on her stomach, just above the bite marks in her flesh. "With your eggs filling me up now, I find it tiring to hunt for myself, especially when the later months come and I'm weighted down. Not to mention, going out every night from the tenth month to the twelfth is stressing on me. It would be quite nice if I could have someone else hunt for me…"

"That's what I'm here for, my love… all you had to do was ask it of me," I was shocked that she would keep all this complaining hidden! What, was she scared that I was going to punish her for asking me a favor, even when I ask so much of her?

"But then you would become fatigued, master… I do not wish you to suffer on my behalf," she stroked my cheek.

"Anna, I am appalled!" I glared slightly, causing her to gasp shallowly in fear. "To think you would refuse to let me suffer, when I force you to suffer to bring undead children into the world- uselessly!"

"Master, forgive me!" she pleaded and cowered before me. I sighed and stroked her shoulder blade gently.

"Forgiven, dearest… and I would not call it suffering, but a simple act of love for one I adore with all my unbeating heart,"

She let out a sigh of relief and smiled up at me. I turned my gaze to the worthless male infront of me.

"I find this man a threat to my castle hold…" I warned and stroked her cheek.

"Master, he is but a simple vampire like us who wishes nothing more than to serve faithfully, like he had before his life was turned completely around…" she muttered shyly.

"Indeed," I sighed and gave in to her pleading… not that I was weak, but I was trying to prove to her that I wouldn't hurt her if she asked me to do something. "He may stay, and work as your own personal servant…"

"Thank you, master," she smiled and kissed me gently on the cheek. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and laid her head on my chest. I put my hands on her shoulder blades and looked down at Christopher.

"You are dismissed… you may go tour the premises, but do not leave the castle, otherwise you are in charge of your own self and your hide will NOT be protected by me," I warned and waved my hand at him. He bowed with a glinting fang showing through his wicked smile.

"Yes, my lord… as you say,"

When he left, I made 'Anna' mine again, and for the night we were one.

I tried to keep an ear out for any movements that Christopher made, but I could hear no further than the walls of the bedchamber due to Anna and all her breathing and moaning, which I guess I should be proud to take credit for…

When morning came and sun shone out on the land, I walked around my castle, looking for the new servant. I searched everywhere- on every ceiling in every corner of every closet in every room… and yet, the little rat evaded me. Then, I heard him speaking in Anna's room. I ran there as fast as I could and stood in the door way. He was sitting at the foot of her bed while she lay against her pillows, sitting up and reading a book. He was filing her feet with a pumice stone and pouring lotion on his hands to rub them down with.

"I take it you did a lot of walking before you became a bride?" he asked with a smirk I didn't like. She nodded.

"Yes… I was a warrior, even against my parents' wishes. They'd rather have me grow up to be a mother and wife…" she sighed and turned the page in her book.

"And yet, here you are… against your own wishes, no doubt…" he sighed. I blinked, choosing not to make a move before I knew what she had to say.

"Actually, when he left me there to die, I wanted nothing more than to be held and comforted by my father… but when I drug myself home, wings, tail and all, my father wanted nothing more than to see me dead and decaying in the streets of our town, open for public ridicule… the more the time passed, the more I wished for him to return. If he did and found me still alive, but a vampire, at least he would accept me, and perhaps provide me shelter from the sun… but he didn't come back… until the night I had it all planned out… the silver axe was balanced so that even the smallest wing beat of a bird would knock it over. All I had to do was stand under it and wait for the church to begin its services the next morning on Sunday, then I would be stabbed with the axe and knocked off my gargoyle- like perch and I would fall into the holy water below me…"

I didn't move at all. I held my breath. Was she talking about the pain I had inflicted on her the day she stood between me and my prey? I figured it was nothing more than a small injury, but now she spoke of self-inflicted death she was planning.

"But, the night I had all this set out for, he attacked. I was so filled with rage; I rushed out to take my revenge on him. Yet… when I saw him… words can't express how I felt… it was as if I were a vine and he was the sun… I was attracted to him and could do nothing but cling to him for something… something to quench my craving…"

"Your craving of what?" Christopher asked. She sighed and turned to look at a painting of me I had ordered recently. She wanted something to look at when I was busy in the lab or hunting or something, so I had a portrait made for her and hung above her bed.

"Of him…" she purred slightly and ran her finger across the painting.

"You love him, don't you?" Christopher asked.

"Now, what kind of question is that?" she blinked and turned to him. "Of course I do! I love my master more than anything in the world!"

"And I you, my sweet…" I smiled and announced my presence. They both jumped and turned to me. Anna still had that magnificent scent about her… of course; it was the last day of her heat… tonight I would make it extra special for her…

"Master! I did not know you were there!" she gasped in surprise. I smiled.

"You weren't supposed to know," I laughed slightly and walked to her, hugging her to my side when I arrived at her bed. Christopher and I exchanged glances. They were not friendly or submissive and dominant… just… hateful, and deadly. Threatening could be a fitting word.

"I was just telling him about-" she started.

"Yes, I know…" I interrupted and rubbed her lips gently with my finger. "I know…"

She sighed and hung her head. I laid it against my shoulder and smiled.

"Christopher. Leave for a while… go hunt if you wish… its overcast. The sun won't hurt you…" I told him, and then watched him leave. I lay beside my bride and sat her on my lap, stroking her stomach gently.

"My darling… how are you feeling?" I asked. She leaned her head back against my chest and stretched out, purring.

"Feeling fine," she smiled up at me. She was releasing her scent again… as she was when Christopher was in the room…. That's the bad thing about brides. When they're in heat, they try to get laid by anything that moves… however, if she was desperate for it enough to try and seduce her servant, then I wanted to be there to get to her first. This was the easiest way.

"Anna, darling… you must be tired… after all, it's been almost a week since you spent a day actually sleeping…" I whispered.

She purred and cuddled against me. Her hand traveled up my neck and into my hair where she amused herself by running her claws through it. I laughed and kissed the side of her neck before sinking my fangs into it. She let out a small noise, and then was silent…

R&R!