Well, here's a new chapter in my saga! Plus, I want to thank my reviewers – you guys have been so great! (hands out cookies) And, in this chapter I introduce two new characters, which I own as I made them up.

Journey Maker: Arella and Yami living happily ever after sounds great, and so does Yami fighting for Arella, too.

When Arella awoke, she opened her eyes to a large, dark bedchamber, lying in a giant four-poster canopy bed draped and covered in blood red and black silks and satins. Plus, it happened to be a mixture of both shocking and pleasurable all at the same time. Her nude limbs were entwined with Yami's. He was still sound asleep.

The two of them must have slept all that night and all day today. Arella gazed down at Yami's handsome, sleeping face. He was so sexy and so beautiful at once, his face looking a snowy white, like white ice.

Arella then remembered what had happened and felt a tiny pang of guilt in her chest, but that quickly went away. He had been right. There were important things she could only learn from him and on top of that, she wanted him and he wanted her. And he was right about another thing – her family would be proud.

There was only one problem with all of this – the serial killers.

Either he got rid of them or she would say forget it and then leave him forever. She knew he would choose her. The serial killers were only little playthings to him. She was the real deal.

Yami's eyes slowly began to open and he smiled at Arella – a lazy, seductive smile. "You are awake, I see. I would have thought I'd exhaust you into sleeping much longer."

Arella looked at him with a confused expression.

"We did make love for an awful long time," he explained, looking very pleased with himself. "I am happy I found one that could go so long."

"I cannot remember it," Arella said, the puzzled expression still on her face. "I have no idea why. Perhaps you can refresh my memory with a little re-enactment, maybe?"

She smiled a little shyly as Yami sat up with an aroused grin and pulled her roughly to him, saying, "What a little sex kitten I have. What a lucky vampire I am."

"I want the serial killers gone," Arella said suddenly, her face now serious in so many ways. Her eyes did all the talking, telling him if he didn't do this, he wouldn't be getting any from her, ever.

"As good as done," he said, his seductive smirk returning. "They were nothing to me anyway – merely killers to see to my approval. But I suppose if my new queen can keep me satisfied, I have no use for them anymore."

Arella smiled. She would let his statement of masculine ego go for now because she had obtained what she wanted.

With that, she leaned forward, her lips connecting with Yami's in a passionate kiss, their tongues waging a war of hot, dark ecstasy and pleasure. Yami's palm slid up Arella's ribs and came up to cup her breast, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

"I want you so badly," Arella whispered against his lips. "Make love to me, Atem."

At first, Yami looked a little surprised at someone using his real name, which he knew he had not used for what seemed like centuries. But he soon smirked in satisfaction at the boldness he had seen (as well as taken a liking to) when it came to his queen. He then flipped her onto her back and climbed atop her, engaging her once more in a passion-filled kiss as his left hand crept down the black nest of curls and delved inside to stroke her slick wetness.

"Oh, Atem," Arella moaned softly against his ear, her nails raking softly up and down his back as he continued to fondle her, making her feel as if any moment she would burst into thousands of white hot sparks of passionate fire.

As her hips bucked against his hand, wanting more now, he leaned his lips against her ear and whispered huskily, "Tell me how badly you want it, Arella. Tell me how badly you wish me to take you."

Arella moaned loudly as his fingers stroked across a particular spot that sent white-hot streaks of pleasure fire through her. "I want it, Atem. I want it now or I fear I shall die. Take me, Atem. Take me!"

Yami smirked, thoroughly pleased with what she said. Sliding inside her swiftly, he growled a little as her vaginal walls gripped him in a way that was sinful and yet delicious.

After the surge of pleasure dimmed a bit to the point where was able to move, he began to build a rhythm as he moved in and out of her, her slick wet walls milking him as he did so. Groaning in ecstasy, Yami mentally smiled to himself as she called out his name, her voice husky with desire and arousal.

"Oh, Arella," he purred, taking her even harder now as his fangs began to elongate and his head plunged down to her neck. His fangs sunk in and her sweet blood entered his mouth for the third time.

Arella screamed as they came together, and she sunk her own fangs into his neck, drinking from him as he drank from her.

Finally, having taken only a few mouthfuls, they lay together under the bedsheets, spent in each other's arms while smiles adorned their faces.

Yami was about to close his eyes, but then stopped himself when Arella climbed on top of him, straddling his torso.

"I'm not done with you yet, Atem, my love," Arella purred, rubbing her hot center against Yami's still hard manhood, causing the blood to become boiling hot, just as he felt the need to enter her a second time.

"I want to be inside you, Arella," he growled, bucking his hips, trying to aim inside her wetness.

"Ah, ah, ah," Arella tisked him while gently taking his manhood in one hand and rubbing its tip along the inside of her wet womanhood. "I want to torture you first, now that you have first tasted what a real woman is."

Yami groaned, feeling his desire peak as it had never done before. It was at that very moment that he believed that he had indeed made a wise choice coming to America to seek out the renowned beauty, Arella Van Helsing. Now, she was his queen, Arella Tepesh – the one and only wife of Yami.

"If you play much longer, my love, I fear I will go nuts," he groaned. His manhood was now hard as the proverbial rock, as well as pulsing just to be inside Arella's slick womanhood.

Taking pity on her handsome mate, Arella then impaled herself on his hardness, moaning loudly as he sank deeply inside her, filling her completely. Her hips bobbed up and down, milking his hard manhood.

After awhile of this, Yami flipped Arella back underneath him and finished the job, hoping that she knew he was the dominate male. This was Yami's lucky night, though, as she assured him that he was.

The three sisters looked up when they saw the two come up the stairs and into the room where they sat at the long table (which also happened to be same the room where Arella had been taken to the previous night).

Sensing something bad was about to happen, the three women stood and regarded their master with questioning eyes.

"The serial killers' usefulness to me has come to an end. They will all die now at the hands of my queen and I," Yami said, smirking evilly at the sisters' shocked expression.

Before the sisters could do anything, a bloody mess was made of all three of the serial killers next to them, and then fed to Yami's pets, the hellhounds.

"Well, good luck getting some more serial killers," said the three sisters before turning and leaving the room.

Arella smiled in satisfaction at the scene of the corpses being devoured by the hellhounds. The filthy serial killers finally got what they deserved, and Arella was on top. Soon, with Yami's help, she would have gained more knowledge than any Slayer or vampire before them ever had.

Unbeknownst to her, all of this was taking her far from what she truly was, but she would soon discover this and she would not be all happy when she did.

For yes, knowledge is power, but there are different types of knowledge, defined by the way they are obtained.

Yami and Arella's attentions were drawn from the bloody scene when they heard voices in the castle – voices Arella knew very well.

"It is Michael and that fool I used to be with – Marcus," she said.

Yami smirked evilly. "One of them will soon be destroyed, love. Fear not. He will not get in our way."

Then he listened as Arella explained who Michael and Marcus were.

Michael was the vampire Slayer, and had green eyes and brown hair. Believing that most vampires were evil and deserved to be killed, he had been hunting them for about a year now. Yami then reassured Arella that he had met with Michael before, and Michael believed Yami to be the exception to the rule that all vampires deserved to be destroyed, as well as one of the good vampires.

Marcus was Arella's ex-boyfriend. He had brown eyes, pale skin and hair of a jet black color. However, he was not exactly handsome, and he was jealous of Seto Kaiba. This was mostly because, in Marcus's opinion, Kaiba got all the girls. What he didn't know was that like Yami, Kaiba was not only a vampire, but he also happened to be one of the good ones.

Arella had dated him for one year. Then one night, she had gone to a party with him.

But that night would change Arella's life as she knew it... forever...

****Flashback****

After watching the other couples for a bit, she had went up to one of the upstairs bedrooms. When she opened the door, a most surprising sight met her eyes.

"Arella! Please, it's not what it looks like-!" said Marcus, the shocked look in his eyes matching Arella's.

She had caught Marcus sitting on the floor with another girl, and that was the last straw for her. Of course, they both had their clothes on. So, when she thought about it later, she felt thankful that her timing had been perfect and that she didn't catch them being intimate with each other on the bed itself.

With that, she had turned, shut the door and ran down the stairs before slipping out the entrance to the party and heading out into the night. When she had finally reached home, she ran into her room and shut the door before sitting on her bed and reaching for her guitar. picked up her guitar. She proceeded to pour out her sorrows into playing it. Soon after a few minutes, she felt better, although still a little bit lonely.

****End of Flashback****

"So that was how I had found you," said Yami, now thoughtful.

"Yes," said Arella. "But now, well, I have you, and I feel much better. Uh, you wouldn't cheat on me…would you?"

"No, Arella," said Yami, kissing her face tenderly. "I happen to be one of those vampires that's devoted to his or her mate. You happen to be one of the lucky ones. And today is my sixteenth birthday as well."

"Oh, Happy Birthday, Yami," said Arella with heartfelt emotion as she hugged him. Yami hugged her back. He felt happy to have Arella as a mate.

When they broke apart, Yami suggested, "Well, what do you say we go see our guests? I imagine they must be amusing themselves with all the things that there are to see in the castle."

"Yes, they must be," giggled Arella.

With that, they headed off while holding hands to greet Michael and Marcus.

Oooh, what do you think will happen? Leave me an idea in your review and I might put it, along with your name in the Author's Notes, in the next chapter.