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He poured on his preternatural speed, building a fog bank around the female as he made it to the edge of the woods where she was. He shifted back into his usual form, coming out of the mist as if he were from a dream. The female looked up and he spoke lowly to her, putting her under compulsion and wrapping an arm around her to support her as he drank from her.

Zakiel sealed the pinpricks and sat the female down, erasing her memory. "Feeding." He stepped away from the woman and closer to her, "I needed to feed."

He looked back at the woman. "It was either find food or take from you. And as much I would have loved to sample you, it was not something I thought you would agree to. Nor was it safe for me to take from you. I could have easily taken too much. Your safety is more important..." Suddenly it clicked in his head and he smiled, "You are jealous..."

"I was not 'pawing' her. I simply needed to feed. My choice of prey has mattered little until now." He took a breath to clear his head, and thought about the situation in reverse. His blood began to boil at the thought of her taking from another male. He imagined the nonexistent male's throat closing off...his heart ceasing to beat...was that how she felt about this? I did not mean to upset you. I hold her differently than I hold you. I feed from you differently than I feed from her. I am sorry. I shall choose my prey more carefully from now on. He let his eyes blaze over her again. I would have rather held you in my arms, my fangs locked in your neck and our bodies tangled together so much that we could not tell who was who. He sent her the image it inspired, gray and black so melded together that it was impossible to tell they were two beings. His heart beat faster as well, and though he had just taken sustenance, his fangs lengthened and longed to buried in her skin.

He nodded, "As long as you feed from me."

"I promise the experience is quite enjoyable. And eventually we must consider conversion. I cannot stay above the ground with you and you cannot live while I am below, not once I bind us."

"You are the other half of my soul. The light to my darkness. I cannot live without you, not truly live. The darkness will eat away at me until I either greet the dawn or become the undead. You are the one thing that can save my soul, and to do so, I must say the ritual words that make our two halves one whole once again. Once I do that, we will not be able to live without the other. We will be unable to be separated for long periods of time, and when we are apart, we must touch minds often. Sharing mind, body, and soul must occur often. We will be more in tune and in touch with the other's feelings, needs, and desires than we are now. When I sleep, I do not breathe and I lay underground, as if dead. My mind will not function in such a state, and you will believe I am dead and do all you can to join me in the next life. When I arise and find you gone, I will end my life to be with you. One cannot live without the other. And since I cannot become like you, you must become like me so that we both stay healthy and at our most powerful. To make you like me, we must exchange blood three times. After that, there will be a painful process we call a conversion. At that point, you will gain all the benefits and drawbacks of my race, including the need to sleep during the day under the ground. It is a lot to ask from you..." He stroked her cheek, "But already I find myself not wanting to leave your side."

"Crimson..." He pulled her into his arms and nuzzled her neck. "It is much to think about, and even more to commit to. I will give you as much time as I can. I would like for you to come to me willingly." He found the pulse beating under her skin and licked the spot, branding it with his tongue. "You deserve at least that much."