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It was fated to happen at some point. I had known ever since I began having feelings for my companion and now lover, Seraphim, that he would ask me to transform him. Even if he hadn't asked, I would've done it in due time.

It was dark that night. Beautifully dark. The moon was partially covered by huge gray clouds. The estate was only faintly visible with the lack of light. I had walked out the front doors of the castle, into the shadowed courtyard. A descended down the stairs into the gardens. They were as they always were. Incredible. This was my personal Eden. My utopia. Walking over to the rose bushes, I carefully picked one red rose and held it up to my nose. Such a fresh and light fragrance.

"You'll get cold out here you know..."

Looking back in the direction the voice had come from, a playful smile appeared on my lips. Seraphim, in all his glory, stood atop the stairs in a black tuxedo with a white cloak about his shoulders. His dark green eyes glimmered vibrantly in the moonlight, and his short black hair hung loosely, masking his face slightly. I just couldn't resist him anymore. As if he knew this, he sauntered over to me, with that incredibly sexy smirk on his face.

"Do you like what you see, Ayame?"

My lips parted to speak, but his countenance paralyzed me where I stood. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. All I could do was listen to his enticing, seductive words. His arms wrapped around my body and the rose fell to the ground. Seraphim didn't even seem to notice. My eyes closed and I felt the warmth of his lips traveling down the side of my neck. A small moan escaped my lips and I gasped, partially in surprise and partially in embarassment. His lips stopped moving, and he lingered near my ear. I could feel the heat of his breath on my sensitive skin. Quietly, he whispered into my ear.

"I want you, Ayame. I need you..."

"Seraphim!"

He immediately shushed me and led me to the shadows near the wall of the castle. No one would see us there. Pulling off his tie in one swift movement, he stared straight into my eyes. Seraphim undid the top two buttons of his undershirt and tilted his head to one side.

"Bite me."

I stared back at him in shock.

"S... Seraphim... Are you feeling okay?"

Placing his hand gently on the back of my head, he pulled me closer until my lips were pushed against his neck. He repeated himself once again.

"Bite me, Ayame."

I hesitated for a moment. Fresh, warm blood was pulsing through the carotid artery in his neck. So much blood. I cursed myself for not satiating my thirst earlier that evening. But he was asking for it, wasn't he? He wanted me to turn him. Did that make it okay? By now, the rhythmic pumping of his blood was pounding in my ears. It was all I could think about. I could imagine its taste in my mouth. Fresh blood. Seraphim's blood. Before I knew it, my lips had parted, and I was speaking to him.

"I'm going to enjoy this..."

My voice hadn't been my own. It had been the voice of the demon within me. My lips parted once more and I bared my sharp teeth. Quickly burrowing them into his neck, I closed my eyes and let the blood flow. All of my memories from that point on are unbelievably clear. I remember the taste of sweet, rich blood on my tongue. Dragon blood. The blood of my lover. Seraphim emitted a quiet wimper, but I kept on draining him of his blood. I must have finally stopped after a moment and tried to wipe my mouth. I remember... seeing Seraphim slump to the ground. With one hand, I then hoisted him up into the air and bit into my own wrist. Pushing it into his mouth I demanded that he now drink my blood.

"Drink it now... or die. I've sucked far to much blood from you for you to last on your own."

This seemed to get his attention. He bit down hard on my wrist and suckled the blood from it. This ceremony of blood... the giving... the recieving... went on for what seemed like eternity. Eventually, we were both spent. Neither of us could move. We were exhausted.

Seraphim couldn't speak, but I saw the gleam in his eyes become more and more perceptible. Blood was dripping from his mouth, down his chin, and onto his clothing. He looked like a wolf, just returned from the hunt. His eyes held a distinct visage of bloodlust. I could tell he craved more after his first taste. He couldn't handle anymore blood, even if he did have access to it. He still held his unternal human structure. His heart wasn't strong enough to pump the amounts of blood vampires were capable of consuming. His breathing was heavy. My eyes stared at his rising and falling chest. It was his chuckle that caught my attention. My eyes focused on his face.

"Yes... now... we can finally, truly, be together."

I was stupefied for a moment. He did it for us. He took the dive... giving up half of his draconic blood so that we would be on the same timeline. We were both vampires. We would be together forever. That had been his goal. Seraphim had done it all for our love.

I gathered him up to my chest and cried.