What an absolute ass! He was biting me, and I was too late to stop him. Still, I yelled at him. It definitely hurt at first, but the erotic calm took over. Hazing my mind from my thoughts other than him. As I watched some colour leak into his skin and some lines on his hands smooth out, I realized he wasn't dying, rather rejuvenation. Good, I never intended for him to die. If I could save or destroy him, then their was a chance to save him. Someone wanted him saved for him to have that chance, so shouldn't I try? If he can feed from me, he doesn't need to feed from others, at least.

He whispered something about a kind death, and I swore at him. I'm trying to explain why I didn't want him to die. Cupping his face to anchor my swaying mind. Dracula was clearly in a state of euphoria, claiming he had never tasted anything like my blood before. This cleared my mind and almost disgusted me as I cringed, "I don't care how it tasted. I'm just glad I know what it does now. You don't need to kill if you can drink my blood safety. Just don't ever do that without my permission again!"

I removed my hands and was about to leave when he put them back to his face. I was about to remind him he was in a haze, but all I got was, "Drac..." he just looked too cute and soft. Not at all like the big bad vampire he can be at times. He looked like he was about to kiss me, and I debated letting him. At least until I guessed his motives and the clarity of his mind. His state was no different from being drunk or high.

He called my name, asking me to go on. Instead, I stood up to leave again, "Goodnight, Drac. You should get some rest and let this blood haze pass. I need to figure out what to do with you and the Guardians..."

"Anna, please. Could you ever love me?" The question was just as shocking as him calling me by my real name. Suddenly, I understood why it caught him so off guard when I did it to him. Simon doesn't know what it means to me, just that it makes me mad. This vampire knows and understood what he was calling me, as I knew him.

I fought to keep Azriel's words out of my head. Failing miserably. I'd fall for him at some point. Perhaps sooner than later. I knew this was not just a possibility I refused to accept, but I thought I wanted to put off until we were both sure. It wasn't until he hugged me, careful of my wings, and asked for an answer. I realised I was stuck in my head. "Yes."

"Stay with me," he practically begged. I bit my tongue from agreeing. Reminding myself I shouldn't until I was sure, until he was sure. Explaining it out loud only prompted him to ask again. Swearing not to touch me, just be with him. I hesitated but agreed. At least he's aware enough to just want comfort. I can offer that.

As Dracula went to go do something that he didn't specify what, I washed up. Realising I had no pyjamas to change into, I decided to see if he had enough self-control with me just wearing a white t-shirt and underwear. The blankets would be covering my legs anyway.

Crawling into bed, I lay on my belly with my wings draped over the bed. The blankets pulled up to my waist, covering my exposed legs. Dracula came back into the room just as I got comfortable. Without a word, I lifted a wing for him to crawl under. He lay down fully clothed in jeans like a crazy person!

I lay the wing back down over him. It suddenly occurred to me that there was no point to this since vampires don't sleep. Not like humans and whatever the hell I am anyway, "Why am I even paying for two rooms?"

Drac only chuckled and was shocked by the feeling of him blowing on my wing, ruffling the feathers. This made me groan as I tried to move away from him. I'm fully aware he only did it to test his limits.

Managing to get half asleep, I heard him say my name, asking if he could hold me. I reminded him of the no touching. Without looking at his face, I could tell he was pouting slightly. Talking about it being a luxury since he doesn't sleep next to anyone. Not that he really sleeps. "A luxury for who?"

"Me," he explained. If I wasn't half asleep. I'd be tossed between finding the sentiment sweet and trying to figure out if he's just flirting to hopefully get me to break the no touching rule. However, I was too tired to think too hard about it. I'm going to sleep without being at all uncomfortable with the vampires presence next to me.

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I was woken up by a knock on the door. Dracula had gotten up to anwser it. Rubbing my eyes, I looked up over my shoulder at him, "Who was that?"

He held up some flowers he apparently sent Simon to get for him. They were beautiful. I got up to give them a closer look. The vampires eyes immediately examined my half dressed body. Looking at me as if he had never seen a woman before, "Are you cold? I should have had him get you some night clothes instead." Those red tinged eyes glued to my chest.

Picking up the flowers, I held them in front of me so he'd stop staring so much. These made me think of a time I was young and stupid enough to think prayer manifestation was how you got a man. Figuring he'd find it cute and funny, I explained to him, "When I was young, I thought men would buy me flowers all the time. When I released it wasn't the case, I prayed he'd tell me who I was meant to be with if he got me flowers. Even men who were seriously interested gave me anything. You know, back when I thought that was how it worked. Still, the only real question is, is it Simon or you." I knew the raise of my brow and smirk on my face could be read as flirting. Honestly, I don't know if I'm just tired or not entirely against the idea of him thinking I'm flirting with him.

"Well, I gave him money and told him to buy flowers for me to give to you. I'm the one who presented them to you. So... think that means it's me," he whispered softly.

For a moment, I contemplated if maybe that was how it worked. Say a prayer, get some flowers, and have a partner for life or death. The thought made me smile. Not necessarily that I was the vampire, but that maybe despite Azrael seeming to have forgotten me, maybe God himself hadn't. "Thank you," I smiled up at him. Hope he knew I meant it.

This type of behaviour was unexpected, even as a manipulative tactic. Even more unexpected, he asked me to tell him more about myself. I almost laughed at him. Maybe I would have if I wasn't so tired. Besides, if I'm stuck with him and at risk of falling for him, we should at least know each other first, right? "Later? I really need to sleep."

"Later," he agreed. I'm curling back into bed with me. This is an odd thing to think about, but it's happening. I fell back to sleep fast, swearing I heard him speaking.