The first thing she was aware of was how hot she felt. Everything everything around her felt suffocating and uncomfortable. She felt a layer of sweat coat her body. She also felt the blankets twisted around her small frame and an arm around her waste. She was very confused as to why the limb was wound around her waste so possesively, but she realized why she was so hot. It was the body behind radiating off more heat than she thought was natural.

Why was there another body in her bed? What happened last night? Her eyes shot open and saw that it was still dark in her room, which made her think it was still night. She moved her head around trying to figure out what was up. Her curtains were closed, which was odd because when she fell asleep they were open. She also noticed that where her alarm clock once rested was now melted plastic and the table it had rested on was burnt.

She just shook it off and continued to look around, noticing her clothes were still on making her happy. She was seriously worried that she was... wait.. She looked back at the night stand. There is only one person who could have done that. And just like that, all of the events from last night came flooding back into her. From the nightmare that shook her to the core, to the bite that made her more excited than it should.

That would also explain why she was so hot. He radiated heat like a furnace except sexier. I did NOT just think that. This was bad. She tried to wiggle her way out of his grip but that only served to make her more uncomfortable and made him tighten his grip.

"Well shit," she mumbled to herself.

"I heard that." His breath on her ear brought back more memories that made her blush harder. "Very unladylike language." He nuzzled her neck and she shiverred.

"Why are you still here?" She felt his hand move in circles around her stomach.

"I didn't feel like leaving, but you fell asleep before we could have more fun." He chuckled into her neck and began nipping at it.

"Zelman you need to get out." He didn't stop. "No really, you need to leave. I need to go talk to Sei and Jinnai." Zelman stopped dead in his tracks. "And what time is it? You destroyed my clock, which I'm not happy about by the way." He chuckled.

"It was disturbing my sleep and it was going to wake you up too." Her eyes widened. She sat up (with much effort) and looked down at him. When did he take his shirt off? Unfortunately he caught her staring and gave her a smirk.

"I need to do stuff today Zelman. I have to talk to Sei I have to figure out where I'm going to live I have to pack everything. Zelman, what time is it? I know you have a scary accurate internal clock." He sighed and glared at her then looked away.

"It's around 12:20." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"Zelman Clock! I am so behind schedule for my day." She climbed out of the bed and began rummaging through her closet looking for her suitcase. "And why are my curtains closed? That's my back up for my alarm clock." She found her bag and threw it into the middle of the room and made her way to her dresser to get clothes.

"I know it is but it was bothering me." He was speaking into the pillow as he snuggled with it as her replacement. He would almost be cute if it weren't for how pissed she was at him. She considered wearing a silver necklace to make sure he would keep his distance. She threw clothes into her suitcase quickly trying desperately to get everything done today like she had planned.

Throught this whole process, Zelman watched her with interest. He saw his mark on her neck and felt a small twang of satisfaction. Whoever saw that would know she was taken and would stay away. Wait, taken? How taken did he mean? He didn't want to think about it. Not even a little bit. So he dropped it.

What he did know was that he didn't want her to keep packing. He didn't want her to go get her own house. She was only fifteen about to be sixteen... Wait, what's today? It's August, but what was the exact date? When you get to be as old as he is you tend to lose track of such minor things like days. He wracked his brain for the date, gripping fruitlessly at any memory that may help him out, only to realize that none of them would.

There was no way he was going to ask her. There had to be a way to fix this without seeming suspicious, but he already knew the time, so checking her phone would be conspicuous. He cursed in his mind as he tried to figure it out. This could be very bad. Of all (almost) nine years they were together he never once forget her birthday. He didn't even know what to get her. He prayed to god that it was early august because her birthday was the twenty-eighth.

He glanced around the room and saw a calander hanging on the wall with days passed marked with Xs. His eyes widened. It was August twenty-seventh. He pushed the pillow away and hopped out of the bed and exited the room, not even bothering with a shirt. This was bad. How could this have slipped his notice until now?

As he made his way down the hall he ran into Sayuka, who gave him a shocked look. "Lord Zelman?"

"Sayuka, I request your assistance." She nodded eagerly. "Today is the twenty-seventh, correct?" She nodded. "I need to get her a present."

Sayuka wasn't going to mention how slightly offended she was that he always managed to remember that little girl's birthday, but never remembered hers. She worked so hard and always stayed loyal to him, so why did he never even acknowledge her when her special day came along?

"Is there something you need me to get?" Her voice was laced with venom, and that didn't excape his notice but he was used to it. She was very jealous of Alexandra and he just chose to ignore it. As long as things never got too far he really could care less. Besides he had to concentrate on this task.

"I need something. I don't know what yet." He scratched his head in thought.

"Well, what have you gotten her in the past?" He was about to answer when he realized how... attached that would sound. This whole thing sounded attached. He was asking Sayuka for help. He did remember everything he got her in years past.

Eighth Birthday: A stuffed dog that she still had and kept in the bed with her, as he learned last night. It was missing the plastic nose but she still held onto it like it was one of her most prized possesion. She named it Coal because it was black, and she used to carry it with her everywhere.

Ninth Birthday: A gold ring with a little Saphire stone framed by diamonds. She wore it every day until it got too small. Around that time he got her a gold chain. She still wore it fairly often. She even wore it last night.

Tenth Birthday: She for some reason was very interested in supernatural beings such as dragons, elves, werewolves, and of course vampires. He blamed it on how many books she read, but really she had gained an interest in him. So what he did was get her a little paper weight with a dragon in the center. She kept it on her dresser.

Eleventh Birthday: A sketch pad and charcoal. He noticed her interst in the hobby when he would find that his pens would go missing. It cofused him, seeing as he never used them. It didn't take him long to realize the only way he could be losing them would be his little friend that he barely saw anymore because she locked herself in the room. When he walked in on her one day, he saw her walls graffitied with different images. Some supernatural, some of nature, some of him, and some of random people. She was obviously interested in this, so he would let her indulge in a way that wouldn't totally mess up her room.

Twelfth Birthday:When he made her get her hair cut she had moped around for a while. To make her feel better he bought her a hair pin that had a blue and silver design. It was shaped like a flower and she wore it whenever she tried to look nice. She looked cute with it in and everyone around her said so as well. Everyone except for Zelman, of course.

Thirteenth Birthday:She had found herself a little too interested in Zelman's powers and would ask him to show it off a little too often. He was so thoroughly annoyed that he found a way for her to amuse herself with fire without him getting involved. He bought her a lighter. Of course he was starting to see the problem with this little act when she started to have little burns all along her arms and legs. Needles to say he confiscated it after the first week and a half. Yes, she managed enough damage for him to confiscate it after only a week and a half.

Fourteenth Birthday:They had been having trouble speaking to eachother, so whenever they managed to be in the house and awake together, they would try to find games to play. After all, talk was too boring for both of them. A game she had taken a particular liking to was chess. It was fun for both of them because it tested their wit. At first Zelman always came out on top, what with 800 years under his belt. Eventually she would at least pose a small challenge to the older vampire, but it was still a pretty easy win. Because of this, he got her a glass chess set. They still played sometimes.

Fifteenth Birthday: He didn't know what to get her. They hadn't talked very much and more or less tried to avoid eachother. At least she tried to avoid him. He had no idea what to do, so he did what any other hopeless man would have done and went to the company to ask if she mentioned anything. Most of them were extrememly suprised to see him there, and beyond that they were attracted to him. Finally after much nonsense and a small strain on his self control, he finally wiggled out the information he desired. She wanted a cute little white sundress. It was nothing special but it cost money and she didn't have it. So after getting her size he went and bought it and asked Sayuka to wrap it, seeing as he didn't really know how nor did he care to learn.

Now it was finally her sixteenth birthday and here he was asking Sayuka what to get her. He felt totally and completely hopeless. Again. She was still a bit a challenge to him. She used to be much simpler, but now everything she did drove him crazy in more ways than one. She would piss him off by doing things like leaving and she would drive him up a wall when she walked around in her shorts and tank top with her growing assets showing nicely. She would avoid him to piss him off then occasionally come around and remind him why he tolerated her.

And here he was scrambling to get a present. How far has he fallen, being attatched to a red blood? He ran his tongue along his fangs, just making sure they hadn't dulled. He was starting to realize how pathetic he really was when it came to that girl. She was the one thing he couldn't control.

It drove him crazy, but on that same note it was quite entertaining.

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Alexandra sighed as she stood in front of the doors that led to the meeting room where she will tell them her decision. She opened the door and walked in. They looked at her with expectant eyes.

"I want to join." She said firmly. They nodded. After that original statement, she found the rest of the conversation was much easier. She firgured out where she was going to live and how much she was going to make and when her 'official training' would begining. The whole thing was very exciting to her.

But even so, she felt a slight pang of hurt in her chest. She wasn't like Zelman, she had feelings, and she was feeling them now. She all of a sudden didn't want to leave him. But this was good for her and for him. This was all for the better.

Right?

Wonder what he'll get her. To be honest I have an idea but I'm not entirely positive so if you have an idea lemme know, ya? To be honest this was the most I've ever gotten into a story but I'm too lazy to reread everything I write so forgive all of the errors you see. I know they're their and they may take away from the story but I'm lazy.

Please forgive and review :)