Anastasis screamed in my ears as a hand went you the side of her neck to hit her head. My arm wrapped around her waste. Fangs lifted out her neck, and her blood began to flow into my mouth. I expected it to taste bad, but tasted like milk and honey. Moaning, I held her tighter and tilted her head more as I sucked harder. Despite the blood. It had no taste of death, yet after almost 2000 years, death would be sweet.

By now, whatever euphoria drug was in my saliva had subdued her from fighting. She still protected, "Judas! You don't know what this will do to you. To us!"

My tongue lapped up her blood as she was forcing the wounds to heal. Wanting every last drop of gold in her veins. The first glass of real refreshment I've had in years. The haze of drinking was never this intense. Like a mother's arms, a lovers kiss, satisfaction in its purest form. I hugged you tight, panting as my head rested on her shoulder, "This... would be a kinder death than I ever thought He'd give me..." Truth be told, I don't know if I am dying or I'm too high off her blood to tell.

"Fuck you! I don't want you to die!" she cried.

Lifting my head I struggled yo keep up, "What?"

"I never did," she cupped my face. "Because you were right. If I had to kill people, I'd be treated the same as you. After everything, you think I'd let it hurt? You have know so much pain, pain I can't begin to describe or know. Drac, I... the choice is yours but I wanted to save you. Death belong to me, Judas. If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. Besides, if I have a choice to save or kill you, you can be saved and he wants you to be."

My mind cleared a bit. I'm not dying. If anything, I'm more sated than draining a couple. Honestly, since she looked relieved she didn't know. "Your blood, never tasted anything like it."

Anastasis faced turned into a cringe, "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!" Those soft hands left my face. I reached for them and put them back. "Drac..."

Kiss her, your savior, your sanctity, your angel. "Yes, Stasis..."

She just stared at me, not her usual glare. The sound of quick breath and a racing heart. Anastasis got up bidding me good night, saying I should rest. I sighed not wanting her to go. As she reached for the door to her room and called to her, "Anna, please. Could you ever love me?"

The way she stopped dead. I called her by her real name, my angel. Coming over to her, I wrapped my arms around her waist begging, "Anwser me..."

"Yes." Hearing this I almost started to cry. Hating how desperate she made me. Begging yet again, I asked her to stay. My face burried in her shoulder. "I can't, shouldn't. Judas, you are far too emotional right now. I need you to still want me the morning."

Flashes of what could have happen if she stayed lived in my mind. The lingering taste of her blood in my mouth. Back when I was chasing Mary, she asked if it was so hard to buy a girl flowers, ask them on a date. My Stasis requires devotion and Mary is interested in someone else. She'd betray me again, Anastasis would save me again. "Get some rest, I'll be back in a minute. Just stay beside me? I won't touch you, just be beside me."

With a sigh, Anastasis agreed, no touching but she'd sleep next to me. She wanted to change first, I needed to do something first anyway.

~~~

Simon was not impressed I was knocking on his door, "What the fuck do you want?"

"Sheppard, I need you to do something for me. It's daylight so I can't leave," I explained.

He looked more annoyed, "Why would I do anything for you?"

Rubbing my temples, I continued, "If you do this, Mary is yours. Don't lie that you don't like her, I know you do. Mary isn't mine anyway. She made it clear when she stabbed me to save you. Take this cash, and buy some flowers."

"Flowers?"

"Yes, for me to give to Anastasis. Hell, buy some for Mary too if theres enough. Women love flowers."

"I suspected but... dude, you go through women like plastic straws!"

The anger in my was hard to repress, but for her I forced out a "please. What I thought Mary would be, Anastasis is... at one time maybe Mary was or could have been the final one. Just... how do I explain... Anastasis my not be the first, but I'll beg you to go buy some damn flowers if theirs a chance she'll be the last."

Simon reached for the money in my hand. Clearly knowing where it came from, "Fine, I'll go buy flowers. She likes orange ones. She gets them for herself all the time."

After thanking Simon, I walked back to my room. Anastasis was already sprawled out on the bed laying on her belly. Wings draped off the bed. Just to touch them... but I agreed no touching. Soon, I'll have time for that.

Without looking up at me, she lifted a wing so I could crawl under it. "Why am I paying for two rooms?"

Chuckling softly I blew on your wings draped over me. The woman grumbled and shifted. Technically I wasn't touchinv her. I almost wanted the blankets to disappear just to stop the barriers between us. Obsession was clear, but I've always been a physical man. Just to hug her, hold her hand, touch her wings, or move her hair was to love her. So fast I almost missed it the first few times. Anastasis not only knows me, she understands me unlike Mary.

Watching her drift of to sleep was more than I could hope for. From any woman knowing my true identity really. Ugh, I want to hold her. "Anastasis?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can I hold you?"

"No touching!"

I sighed, continuing to wait for her to sleep. "This is a luxury you know? I don't just let anyone sleep next to me."

"A luxury for who?" She jabbed.

"Me."

~~~

Simon knocked on the door and I got up to retrieve the flowers. I opened the door to hear his room door close. The flowers laid on the ground. Beautiful oranges, reds, and pinks. Picking them up, I turned to close the door behind me. Anastasis head peeked up to see what I had, "Who was that?"

"I sent Simon on an errand. He said you liked these," I held up the flowers for her. Upon her getting up, I realised since she had no night clothes, she was simply in a t-shirt and underwear. I had to let out a long shaky breath. Clearly staring at the perk breasts through her shirt, "Are you cold? I should have had him get you night clothes instead."

Ignoring my comment she carefully inspected the flowers as she took them from my hands, "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 interest gave me anything but. You know, back when I thought that was how it worked. Still, only real question is, is it Simon or you." Her briw raised as she cracked a smile.

"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," I whispered softly. Being aware she was just telling a story. Still, I had hopes she told it for a reason.

"Thank you," she whispered. A look of Whimsy in her eyes.

"No, thank you for feeding me, saving me, actually just giving a damn about me in general," trying to act casual was not a strong point. My mind was screaming to kiss her. I barely know her. "Tell me more about yourself."

"Later? I really need you sleep," she put the flowers on the nightstand and curled into bed again.

"Later." I laid next to her again. Fighting to wrap my arms around her. Sleep found her fast. As a vampire, I didn't need to sleep, but I like being like this. Restful with her, like when we watched the movie based on me.

My patience paid off as you curled into me in her sleep. Letting me hold her close. Feeling her soft legs brush up against mine. The rise and fall of her chest against my side. It was odd she still breathed. The first mortal habit I broke after turning. Still, I was grateful for her breath on my skin. "Sleep well, Anastasis."