Mimiko stared at the mansion she had seen dozens of times in awe. Never before had it shown with a golden glow nor had a powerful air about it. She numbly followed Zelman who led her through the door and through the maze of corridors towards Lord Dragons' office. Kotaro ran happily around them, excited about being in Sei's house again. Zelman knocked on a pair of large cedar doors before walking in. Sei, the Lord Dragon, sat at his desk with a soaking wet Cain to his left and Mimiko's boss, Jinnai, to his right.

"My Lord Dragon, I have brought a new member of the vampire society, one Mimiko Katsuragi." Zelman said presenting Mimiko, who glanced briefly at Sei before lowering herself into a kneeling position.

"Mimiko?" Sei and Jinnai asked in unison.

Sei came forward and put his hand under her chin, tipping her face up and pushing her hair back to see her face. "Oh, Mimiko." Sei said sadly. Suddenly his gaze when fierce as he looked at Zelman, "Did you turn her Zelman?" he growled, the room quickly becoming pressurized due to his intense anger.

"No Lord Dragon," Zelman said calmly glancing towards Kotaro who was looking ashamed.

"Kotaro?" Sei asked.

"I'm sorry Sei, I know there are rules, but Mimiko was dying and I couldn't just sit there and watch." Kotaro explained tearing up.

Sei sighed as he watched his friend. Looking back towards Mimiko he saw she was slightly tense and he realized that the only thing keeping her from defending Kotaro was his power. He smiled sadly again and produced a calming air around them, instantly Mimiko's tenseness relaxed. "I apologize Mimiko for having you changed against your will, but we are glad to have a new member to our society. I trust Jiro and Kotaro will teach you well, but first I need to make sure you are fine mentally, is that alright?"

Mimiko nodded her head and closed her eyes when he placed his hands on her temple. Sei gasped as he was filled with images about the woman in front of him. His first vision was of her death, he watched as she was impaled and then given the Sages' blood. His vision then became those of her work as a Compromiser; he smiled at her determination to find every citizen a new home that would suit them perfectly. He was glad this one had not been lost. Suddenly his vision went dark and he heard a voice he never thought he would hear again.

You will be my vessel, my child, the dark menacing voice said, the Silverblade is too close and I have not time nor energy to fight him. I will seal my powers within you and come for you when the time is right. He chuckled and Sei felt a cold shiver run down his spin. Suddenly there was a piercing sensation on his neck and he pulled away from Mimiko with a gasp. Shaking his head to clear it of a strong pounding sensation he looked down upon the woman still engaged in his trance. Snapping his fingers, she awoke, looking around and focusing on him. Her blue eyes electric.

"You are fine Miss Mimiko, but I believe you are very hungry. I will send for a donor and you may feed in the sitting room, Kotaro and Zelman will help you learn what you need to know. I look forward to seeing you in the morning." Sei said with a little smile.

As soon as they left the room Jinnai and Cain both asked what he had seen. "Jinnai, where and when did you say you found her?"

"It was the year of the Kowloon Crisis in Hongkong. We had just received word that the Silverblade had extinguished the Kowloon King and we were to report back. I had gone off on my own and found a small warehouse that was said to be a Kowloon hideout. When I walked in there was this little girl around ten or eleven chained to the wall. She was in dirty torn clothing and there was blood splattered on her everywhere. I quickly checked to see if she was alive and if there were any bite marks but there were none. When she came to, she had no idea who she was or where she was. She spoke fluent Japanese and so I decided to bring her back here to help search for her parents. But no one with her description was missing so I gave up and renamed her." Jinnai explained."Why do you ask sir?"

"Because she may be the source of the Kowloon Kings resurrection." Sei said in a foreboding tone.

Mimiko sat on the large couch in the sitting room listening as Zelman explained what she was supposed to do. Kotaro had found out quite quickly that he didn't know how to describe the biting process to her, so instead he had run off to find a puzzle he had brought to Sei's house the last time he had been there. This left Mimiko in the awkward situation of having Zelman explain and demonstrate what the biting process was.

"See Mimiko, it's not that hard, all you do is lick the spot you are about to drink from, like this," he whispered into her ear before licking the curve of her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the sensation along her sensitive skin. "Then you line up your fangs, giving a little nip to heat the blood," he nipped her neck and she felt her blood spike up and a blush form on her face. "And lastly you pierce. You drink until you've had about five to ten mouthfuls and then lick the wound again to stop the bleeding." He murmured before licking her neck again where he had wanted to bury his fangs.

"D-doesn't it taste bad?" she stuttered, the idea of drinking blood disgusting her.

"No, it actually tastes quite sinful, if you know what I mean." He murmured, pressing his body closer against hers and running his tongue over her ears. Mimiko's body was enflamed thanks to her sensitive nerves. She didn't know how much more of this she could take before she tackled him to the ground and relieved herself of this ache.

Just then the door opened and a young man in his early twenties walked in. "I'm the donor for Miss Katsuragi." He said as he walked towards them unbuttoning his shirt. She blushed, already smelling the scent of his blood from over here and her mouth watered. He sat next to her and laid himself out, his neck arched back in offering. Mimiko let her instinct rush over her and she stood up before straddling his waist. She could feel Zelman's' eyes on her as she spread the man's' shirt open more to get a good look at his neck. Her hands ran over his Pecs and down his abs and she grinned when he shivered. Leaning over him, she let her hair form a curtain around them before licking the long column of his throat. He moaned and she felt her stomach clench in anticipation.

Doing as Zelman advised she nipped his neck causing another moan to come from the man before she sank her teeth into his neck, like a knife through warm butter. Mimiko moaned as the first drops of his blood caressed her tongue. The taste was unique and like nothing she had ever tasted before, it was as if the very essence of life and sunshine were in his blood and she eagerly gulped down mouthfuls. The man beneath her cried out and gripped her hips before he began to arch up against her. She felt something hard rub against her womanhood and she impatiently rolled her hips against him, moaning at the sensation. His blood was warming her insides while his body was caressing her outsides and she felt herself reaching some sort of peak. Suddenly Zelman pulled her away and she almost growled at him before she noticed how pale the man beneath her was.

"Oh no, did I take too much?" she asked, wide-eyed and fearful.

Zelman checked his pulse and shook his head, "He's fine, just a little anemic now, but I think the experience was worth it for him." He chuckled. He gave a small whistle and two security guards came in and carted the man away. When they were gone Zelman leaned over and licked a line up from her chin to the corner of her mouth, she blushed again and her body found itself aroused once again.

"Zelman I feel strange." She murmured as he made small kisses over her chin and towards her ear.

"It's the blood and your new sensitive vampire nerves. All vampires feel this way when drinking blood, it's just more difficult for the young ones to suppress the urge to have sex." He murmured into her ear before licking her earlobe and moving down towards her neck. "I can help you remedy your bloodlust."

Mimiko didn't realize that he had draped her over the arm of the couch, nor had she noticed that he had already undone the top three buttons of her blouse, too lost in the sensations she nodded her head. Zelman grinned, he may not get to have her blood but he could teach his new conquest about the art of sex. Sucking on her collarbone he finished unbuttoning the last five buttons before separating the flaps of her shirt open. He pulled back to look down at the sexy woman in front of him and felt himself harden. Mimiko's chest was perfect, the average "C" cup that was enough to fill a man's' hands but now overflow it. Although clad in a bra, he could make out the dark pink hue of her areola and the tight buds of her nipples. Grinning like the Cheshire cat he leaned down and began kissing her breasts, reaching around behind her to unclasp the bra that restricted his full view of the dusky nipples.

Mimiko moaned as the bra came unclasped and felt her hands move from Zelman's' shoulders to his head, where she knocked off his beanie hat to run her hands through his tresses. Zelman froze before resuming his pursuit of her nipples. He had never allowed anyone to take off his hats and the few times women had he had sexually tortured them in his chambers. But for some reason, he couldn't imagine himself doing those things to Mimiko and he didn't mind the way her hands caressed his head and wrapped around his hair. Zelman quickly pushed her bra out of the way and began his work on her chest. His hand palmed the right as he licked the left before sucking it into his mouth. Mimiko cried out pulling his head closer. She shuddered as she felt his fangs slide against her pillowed flesh and moaned when he sucked harder on her nipple.

Mimiko was lost in the sensations Zelman was putting her through. Never before in her life had she felt like this. Hot, as if her blood were lava and she the container that wasn't strong enough to hold it. With every caress Zelman made she felt the heat pool in her womb and she became delirious trying to relieve the heat. She instinctively grinded her hips up into Zelman's and she felt him groan as he ground down in retaliation. He switched breasts and his left hand slid down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt.

Mimiko jumped and went to stop him when suddenly his hand was down the waistband of both her skirt and panties. She moaned when she felt his finger circle her clit and cried out when he lightly pinched it. Suddenly he stopped, releasing her breast and raising his head to looking into her eyes. "I'm going to make you feel good Mimiko," he smiled before leaning up and kissing her. He flicked his finger against her, causing her to gasp and he quickly inserted his tongue miming what he wanted to do her with his tongue, with what he wanted to do with is body. He kept stroking her clit increasing the warm sensation in Mimiko's' womb. She began to rock against his hand, her own reaching up to tangle into his hair again as he stroked faster. Mimiko's body was starting to tense up, she felt as if she was by a cliff and just a few more steps would take her over the edge. Faster and faster he stroked as her body began tense and her eyes rolled back into her head. She screamed, her back arching and her body spazzing as white light burst behind her closed eyes. She stayed that way for what felt like hours and suddenly she collapsed, her breathing heavy and her body deliciously numb.

Zelman had never seen anything more beautiful in his life then watching Mimiko cum in his arms. He knew right then and there that the Silverblade didn't deserve her love. Oh yes, he knew how much she loved him, even within the short amount of time they had known each other, Zelman could see the way she looked at the Silverblade, it was the same look his secretary gave him though he could never find her attractive. After all, she was human. Wiping the sweat from her brow and listening to her breath begin to calm he smiled wistfully to himself. It was going to be hard to convince her that the Silverblade would never love her, but he was willing to wait, as long as she became his in the end.