Aug 21st, 3:45 a.m.

Kris and Pam had changed into their night clothes, their outfits drying by the fire. Kris was curled up on the couch, her head on the arm rest, her feet on the middle cushion. Eric sat beside her while Pam was in the recliner flipping through the most recent Cosmopolitan magazine.

"Oh, please. These sex tips are a joke!" she tuffed. Kris chuckled sleepily. "Now, the wheelbarrow is hot, it hits the—"

"Pam, I do not want to hear that," Eric nagged.

"I prefer the reverse cowboy myself," Kris added, taking the moment to tease him.

"No, upside down hanging from a chandelier, now that's—"

Eric promptly covered his ears and hummed, "Lalalalalala."

The girls laughed then Pam said, "You know, you might just have four females around you 24/7. Better get used to it now."

"I won't have to. You will be their nanny."

"Nanny my ass." The three laughed until Pam said, "Kris, you are hungry."

"Is that a question or a statement?" she asked.

"It is a statement. I feel your hunger."

Pam stood but Eric stopped her when he asked, "Allow me?"

"Huh? Can a vampire feed from another vampire?" Kris asked.

"Yes, though the effects are not the same as on a human," Eric replied.

"So you and I will not have the same bond as with human-vampire?" Eric shook his head.

Skeptically, Kris looked at Pam, who nodded. "Are you okay with it?"

"I'm too hungry to even care. Pam, don't let me do anything … stupid," Kris told her, knowing she would understand what she meant. Pam nodded again then sat back down. "Eric, keep your hands to yourself."

"Yes, Princess." He smirked.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she said threatening, though not much, "I can always change my mind."

"Pardon me," he snickered. "Neck or wrist?"

Both females replied, "Wrist."

"Damn," he mumbled.

Cautiously, she plucked up her nerve and scooted to the middle cushion facing him. "Give me your left arm."

Without a word he did, putting his right arm over the back cushion behind her though didn't touch her. Taking his arm, she looked at his wrist looking for the tell-tale sign of the purplish blue vein. Exposing her fangs, she pricked his flesh gingerly, barely drawing blood.

"Oh, please, woman!" Eric barked, scaring her a little. "I'm no different than a human. You won't - hmm, yes. That's it," he growled, closing his eyes, his own fangs springing free.

Kris drilled her fangs into the thin skin, being that the little blood she did get filled her nostrils like the smell of coffee in the morning to a human. Immediately she closed her eyes and groaned from the back of her throat as his mouthwatering blood filled her blood stream, beginning to fill her stomach. Taking his wrist with both hands she drank from him urgently, the feel of his fingernails tracing between her shoulder blades and the nape of her neck made her purr instantly. Eric leaned in closer to her and buried his nose in her hair, the constant humming sending vibrations to his upper body that was in contact with her.

A second later, Eric grunted, "Kris, Kris, that's enough."

The sound of his voice brought her around and she withdrew her fangs from his wrist, but her fangs did not retract. His wound closed up right away, but he kept his fingers on her neck, finding it strangely comforting.

She looked around in amazement, her eyes wide and a delirious grin plastered on her face. A second later a look of panic crossed her face. "Oh. My. God," she muttered. "I … It's like …"

Eric took away his hand surprised. "What is it?"

"I … I don't know. My body … it's on fire. It's the same as when I … oh, no, no, no," she groaned. Leaning forward she held her head in her hands. "I … I think I'm going to change."

Sailing from the couch, she landed on the floor with her legs first, then her arms, except they weren't her arms and legs. They were legs, animalistic, cat-like. She looked down at her cantaloupe-sized hands, but they were paws with long, sharp claws. Her fangs were big and thicker, so long they ran down and over her chin, and her elongated, ultra-sensitive nose smelled something in the room that was odd. She roared, her mouth wide then she shook her head, her short ears flapping against the sides of her head. Turning her head to the scent, she noticed her short, black-stripped tail behind her and wagged it a few times. Then she noticed her solid, light-brown coat of fur.

"Eric, don't," Pam whispered quietly as he had taken a step toward the saber.

It was enough for her to turn her gaze on him, tilting her head this way and that as she examined the creature staring back at her, his eyes wide and filled with trepidation, his fangs exposed and his snarled lips ready to defend himself if necessary. Then she looked at the female, who was terrified and much more guarded than the male was. She wailed again, taking slow, tentative steps towards the door, avoiding the creatures altogether.

"Kris, no," Pam warned her feline progeny.

Ignoring her, the saber stretched her seven-foot length body against the door, using all the strength she had to open it. Clawing at it, she roared again out of frustration and continued to scratch deep crevices into the wood.

"KrisLyn, as your maker I command you to sit!"

By a force beyond her control, she turned, eyed the two in the room, her black eyes narrowing at the female then sat down on her hind legs. Hissing once, she laid her chin on her front legs then began to clean her paws of the little blood that remained from the feeding.

"I'll be damned," Eric whispered. "It worked."

"Well, it's obvious I still have some influence over her."

Contemplating the situation, Pam didn't know what to do, but apparently Eric was the braver of the two. He took two steps toward the saber slowly and cautiously. "What are you doing? We don't know what she'll do."

Without looking at Pam, he replied, "She won't hurt me."

"We don't know that!"

Putting his arm out, he said, "Shh, Pam." Standing five feet from the saber, he said, "Kris, I'm going to sit down here, right here. I won't harm you."

She picked her head up, her nose twitching as if smelling for danger. Watching him sit, once she was satisfied she was somewhat safe, she went back to preening herself.

"Pam, this is incredible," he whispered as softly as he could. "She's purring so loud I can feel the vibrations through the wood floor."

"Yes, she … she's calm. I feel her, even in her saber form."

Eric nodded then laid down where he sat and put his head on his arm, his free hand in front of him. After several minutes he put his hand flat on the floor. The saber's ear twitched at the subtle sound of his hand touching the wood, but she reacted no further. Bravely he slowly scooted his hand closer to her, and when it was a foot from her head, she picked it up and looked into the creature's eyes.

"I only want to touch you. I won't harm you. You trust me, you know that."

She chuffed, air escaping from her upper lip. Keeping eye contact, he slowly slid his hand closer and closer, though her head remained still. A moment later the tips of his fingers touched her nose, causing her to sneeze. He smiled before he took control of himself and put his hand on the side of her head. She closed her eyes and tilted her head down so his hand was on the top of her head. Without a word, he scurried his body closer to her, keeping his head down so as not to seem threatening and began to run his hand back and stopping between her ears slowly over and over.

After a minute or so the saber yawned and lay on her side with a soft thump, still keeping her eyes on the man's face. Eric did the same and they watched each other for a moment before she pushed her head forward and licked his arm. He growled in pain, which caused her to sit back up on her hind legs, fright in her eyes.

"I'm alright, Kris. I'm not hurt." Looking at his arm he showed it to her. "See, you didn't hurt me. I have healed."

She smelled his arm where she licked him then pushed the top of her head into his upper chest tenderly, making sure her long, dangerous teeth didn't come close to his body.

"Kris, honey," Pam said tenderly, hiding the waning fear in her voice. "It's almost dawn. Why don't you go ahead and get into bed."

The saber looked at her, considering her advice. Getting up, she walked to the female, brushed her hip against her leg before she stood in front of the fire and looked at the female, then the fire, then back to the female. "Oh, you want to sleep by the fire?" The saber nodded. "Are you cold?" The saber nodded again. Astonished that she was communicating, she replied, "That'll be alright."

Circling the floor to find a comfortable spot, Pam grabbed a blanket and laid it out. The saber looked up, rubbed her cheek against her leg and went back to circling before she lied down, closed her eyes then yawned and was fast asleep.

"Holy shit, Pam," Eric whispered when he stepped beside her. "That was the most fascinating thing that I have ever witnessed."

"How did you know she wouldn't hurt you?"

"I didn't."