A/N: First of all, I own nothing except the ideas. With that out of the way, I absolutely loved writing this chapter. It just seemed to flow through my fingertips. I hope you enjoy it as much as I!

Edward could not have explained his response to anyone. There was plenty of worry to be had in regard to the two apparent vampires. Power that had only been hinted at, hidden from the rulers of the vampire world, and an even darker promise of fangs against marble skin. A shudder slid down his spine.

The image still played behind his eyes. Night and day, dark and light surrounding him. Phantom touches ghosting high on his thighs and sharp, sharp fangs teasing along his jugular. The feeling of being preyed upon by two impossible beings, two men whose sole focus rested upon him.

He should be terrified of what had been projected into his mind. He should have told Carlisle immediately…but, he hadn't, couldn't reveal the thoughts resting behind his eyes. How could he? How could he explain the desire radiating from the pair, the desire emanating from him?

Edward gripped his hair, pulling harshly on the strands to try and escape the madness of his own thoughts. Why? Why would they have sent that image? Why that impossibility? What could their reason be? Why him? Endless questions and endless answers swirled through his mind. None helpful, some worrying, and some almost decadent in thought.

With movements gone in the blink of an eye, music filled his room, the dulcet tones almost too loud in order to drown his thoughts. He leaned against the wall, staring out into the trees, sharp eyes discerning the tiniest detail, all in effort to erase the image, the sensation, the want that flowed through him.

Such desire.

Such need.

Such deep want.

How could he explain something like that to his father? To his family? How could he explain that the thought of those sharp fangs piercing his skin made the hair on his arm stand on end? How could he explain that it wasn't in fear, but in pure, unadulterated lust? Was it something they had done to him? Was it his own desire? How would he be able to tell?

Would they understand?

That was what scared him the most. Would his family understand his thoughts, understand that, for some reason, he was drawn inexplicably to them, like a moth to flame? Even before he had known, had seen the truth, his obsession with them had been remarked upon by his father and mother. There was no reason to interfere or to spy. So long as they kept their distance and didn't draw too much attention to themselves, it should be easy to ignore them. Just like any other human.

They weren't human.

They weren't something that could be forgotten or ignored.

They were something else, something different and that something different had caught him like a fly in a spider's web.

Demands fell from the blonde's lips as soon as the door shut. "Mind explaining to me what the hell you're thinking? And revealing our powers? What the hell possessed you to be so stupid?"

Onyx had to hide the small smile the touched his lips at the words. It was so like the blonde. Flashes of conversations before the wizard had been turned came to mind. Moments when Draco Malfoy despaired of some idiotic Gryffindor plan that was doomed to failure. He couldn't help it when the chuckle escaped.

Furious eyes the color of polished steel narrowed on him. "Pray tell what you find so amusing, Potter, because I assure you, you are the only one in this room who finds it funny."

Hearing his name, the part of him that he had left behind, drew his mirth to a halt. It was strange how just that one mention of his past could stop his light thoughts. Before he could begin to wallow, however, his lover broke that too.

"And do not even think that you moping will distract me from what I want to know."

Just like that, a word from Jadys could snap him right back into amusement. Pools of emerald looked at his partner, his creation. Arms crossed over his chest in derision and an eyebrow raised in demand of answers made him smile. With easy movements, Onyx walked to his lover, wrapping arms around the slim back, ignoring the tense frame.

"Don't think that you being all touchy-feely is going to solve the problem."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

For what seemed an eternity, Onyx simply stood wrapped around his lover, taking in his presence. His fingers drew patterns low on Jadys' back, swirling lightly against the material of his shirt. It took some time to find his thoughts, to put them in order so they could be explained. When his thoughts finally arranged them in some way that another could understand, he spoke, voice low and eyes gazing into silver. "Something behind those golden eyes draws me, something that I cannot explain in words, a similarity perhaps. Something beyond thought or reason, something instinctual." He paused, glancing to the left, eyes catching the barely reflected light of the moon on dark leaves. "I can only apologize for not sharing with you my thoughts before projecting that image into his thoughts." He looked back to the blonde vampire, eyes beginning to burn with something else. "Something tells me that he belongs with us, not just me, but us."

Jadys took in the conflicted emotion on Onyx's face, something painful, yet intrigued. His lover rarely did anything without reason anymore, the war having beat that out of him. Everything had to have a reason, every move calculated, and the risk assessed. Very few truly understood the process behind his lover's thoughts, but Jadys had been privy to his mind.

The bond between them had been an open conduit in the beginning, thoughts shared as seamlessly and speaking a word. In time, he himself had been able to gain control of his side of the connection to some extent, yet it would only take Onyx's will to break into his head. In reverse, Onyx's thoughts could remain behind an immovable door. In the time they had shared their thoughts without restraint, Jadys had seen the complexity of his maker's thoughts, a dangerous blend of intentional and instinctual reasoning. Whatever was driving Onyx now could not be ignored.

Mentally stepping back, he had to force himself to look at his own thoughts from an outside perspective. What did he sense from the muggle vampire? His own thoughts flashed back to various moments. Despite their intent to stay out of the limelight, avoid forming too many attachments, there was something about Edward Cullen that couldn't be forgotten.

Even when they'd had no knowledge of each other, nor any apparent desire to get acquainted, they couldn't help but come across each other. It had been subtle at first, quick glances that turned to longer stares; avoiding their presence then lingering longer than necessary. Then there had been Onyx, stopping the vampire from tripping in the hall, when it wouldn't have truly affected the creature at all. What had possessed his maker to make such a move, to go from avoidance to physical contact?

Forcing him to team up with Edward during gym, while teaming up with his quiet brother against them. Allowing a mere human to cause them to crash together, full body contact initiated and a strange rage roaring to the surface. Biting him before school, willing the wound to remain and giving Edward the clue he needed. Letting the vampire see him sink fangs into his Sire's neck and blood red eyes focusing onto potential prey. Agreeing to meet with a coven that outnumbered them and reveal their own powers.

It really didn't make sense.

Then again…the image that Onyx had sent him, taking Jadys along for the ride, was infinitely intriguing. He could imagine playing with every nerve along Edward's skin, listening for breathy moans and whines, tracing the hard artery along his neck with his fangs…piercing that marble skin to find what lay beneath.

Jadys shuddered, his breath quickening at the image.

They had feasted on muggle vampires before, finding the sweet, venom-laced blood hidden beneath their stone-like skin. Most muggle vampires felt themselves impervious to harm, unable to access the blood they had to take to sustain their sanity. It was a weakness the pair of them had exploited more than once. Something in their magic allowed them to pierce that hard barrier and pull sustenance from something that should not exist. Something in their power sought out the life stolen and brought it roaring back to life in themselves.

Never had they taken blood from the muggle vampires in lust, their power a secret that they'd used as a weapon and those who had experienced it could not remain alive to share the secret. He'd seen the horror on the vampire's faces as they'd drained them to dust and broken their stone bodies to pieces. It would have been reasonable for Edward to shirk away at the image. His instincts should have told him to run, to flee the predator before him. Instead, there had been nothing but intrigue.

Onyx pulled his Childe closer, feeling the shudder passing through his lover. "Is it not intriguing?" he whispered into a pale ear.

Jadys shivered at the breath against his ear and pressed himself even closer. Eyes he hadn't even remembered closing, opened, revealing molten silver. He searched his maker's eyes, taking in the burning emerald lit from behind with power and lust. Lust for him and lust for the image resting in his mind's eye.

"And if I say yes?"

Onyx let out a low breath, eyelids lowering, orbs smoldering behind black lashes. "Then we make him ours."

A/N: Thoughts?