It was quite late when Jade showed up at Baskerville's door. When she knocked, he jumped. He was halfway through his third pouch of blood and decided to pretend he was not there.

"I'm not moving until you open this door, Baskerville!" she cried. He finally opened the door and she looked up at him sweetly. "You never came to tuck me in. You always come to tuck me in…."

"You need to leave, Priestess," he said.

"No!" she dug her heels in. "I'm not leaving Baskerville!" he growled at her.

"You're trying my patience, Priestess."

"You're trying to scare me off and it won't work!" she stood, ears barely brushing his chin, arms crossed across her narrow chest, dusk-blue eyes glaring up at him.

"No! See, you don't get to make that face!"

"What?" her arms dropped.

"That! Stop being cute!"

"No?"

"That cute is going to get you in trouble," he leaned down to her level. "Anyone could just snatch you up!" Jade twitched a bit. "I'll meet you upstairs," he said, shooing her off.

When he made it upstairs, Jade was lying in bed, all her pillows piled under her head and shoulders. She held one of them like a stuffed animal. Yes, being cute was going to get her into trouble. She sat up as he sat up on the edge of her bed.

"You either are very foolish, or very cocky. Which is bad seeing that you're female," he noticed no bandage on her paw. "You can heal yourself?"

"And other," she yawned.

"Look, it would probably be best if we both just forgot that tonight happened. I'm sorry and I'll try not to let it happen again."

"But that's what let me know what you are! Or cemented my suspicions," he gave a shocked look, then smirked.

"Alright, what do you think I am?"

"It was simple, really. High Priestess Kara told us the story: all people, humans included, start out children of Anoym, taking blood from their mothers. As we are born, we are taught the ways of Nemos, the sun. Those who don't go through that process remain the children of Anoym, having never known their father's smile. We came to know Her because the first High Priestess wed her soul to one of these night-walkers.

"When I was captured, I was in the running for High Priestess. Our Mother has blessed us both."

"Well, you're not far off," Baskerville conceded.

"I wanna do it."

"What now?"

"What Priestess Caienna did. I want to do it."

"No you don't."

"How do you know that?"

"Cause I'm good."

"Not that good."
"No. You don't want to do that. That's like selling your soul to the devil."

"What's the devil?"

"Nevermind that. My point is that's a bad idea."

"No it isn't…. Caienna did it and Alena loved her always…."

"See? Won't work, I'm not a girl!"

"You don't have to be a girl."

"You have no clue what you're asking. Your soul, your free will. All of it. Gone. I don't let go easily."

"I don't care."

"Yes you do. You don't think you do because you miss your family, but you do. The minute someone comes after you, you're gonna want it back."

"No one's coming after me! And even if they did, I'll never be treated like an autonomous adult anyway! I'll be stuck in my brother's care! He's probably glad I'm gone!" there was an odd look on her face. Not unlike the one right before scared little pissants cried for their mothers.

"No! Don't start doing that! Stop that, Kitten!" it was too late. She had already started crying. "I'm pretty sure your brother's working really hard to find you and wouldn't want you only half there when he does."

"You don't know Onyx."

"No, but you have to get your stubbornness from somewhere," he hesitated before pulling her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest.

I want to do it, Baskerville. I want you to take it. No one else could."

"That's a permanent decision, Jade. It can't be undone. And you're only a child. It's basically giving you a death sentence."

"I don't care," Jade nuzzled him.

"Besides, I can't get a hold of your soul. I've been trying. There isn't a single dark part on it," his tail started to wag. "That means we have to make one," his paw traveled from her shoulder to a breast, squeezing it. Jade's ears started to shake. That was enough, but Baskerville just had to press his luck. With his clawed fingers, he pinched her nipple through her thin tee-shirt. It used to be his. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, exposing her neck. Each kiss and lick along it made him hunger for her blood again. Is claws shredded her shirt, pulling her panties down in one fluid movement. He tossed her back into her pillows, diving into her parted legs before she could protest. Furiously, he licked her, pushing his tongue into her. She squirmed under his touch. It amused him. She slowly wrapped her legs around his neck. Her moans and sweet, wet taste told him she was close. She pulled his head-fur when he sucked on her clit, nearly screaming his name when she came. He laid his left paw over her center chakra, just below her breasts and pulled, extracting her soul directly from her body. There was a glazed look on her face that he didn't like at all. Acting on instinct, he bit one of his paw pads and brought it to her lips.

"Drink," he commanded. Obediently, she sucked his blood from the wound. As soon as she took it to her lips, that look faded. When he pulled it away, she whimpered. "That little bit gives you just enough will to still be you. And now you belong to me. You understand?" Jade nodded her head. "And you will always answer with your voice."

"Yes, I understand," she sat up.

"Good," he pulled the blankets up around her, crawling into bed next to her.
"You're going to lay with me?" she asked, snuggling into her pillows.

"Of course. Can't leave my new pet to sleep by herself. Might start forgetting who she belongs to."