Sam:

The hours of the night seemed to revolve in seconds, the day becoming much longer than it ever was before. This curse was something Xanthe explained to me in detail, telling me I would be even weaker as the day light hours passed. My skin tingled and my drowsiness lasted until the sun gave away its last kiss before it disappeared under the horizon.

Xanthe told me a lot of things about his past while I was waiting in my endless daze for the shroud of darkness to cover the sky for only such a short time. I have to admit, it made me like him a little more, but that was only because he was showing me a different side to him. A kind one, one that didn't scream "I'm an arrogant ass" all the time. He could get on my nerves from time to time but I could see he was honestly working on it.

He wasn't here at the moment, and that also took a toll of my body but I wasn't complaining—no actually I was. I wanted him to be next to me at all times but I know that just wasn't possible because he's busy and all. I just want him to hold me, and yes I know, it sounds stupid, but to me when his arms around me I feel the most at ease.

My gums hurt too; he didn't give me any blood this morning and I wasn't sure why but I could only assume he wanted me to sleep as much as I could.

I groaned, turning around in the bed to avoid my thoughts of blood. It seemed that's all I think about anymore, either it be Xanthe, sex or blood. I've really turned into a monster.

I sighed into the pillow, hugging it as close to my body as possible. This wasn't like being cuddled from behind but it's the only thing I had. Xanthe said he did most of the work around here, and I can actually believe that but still it seemed hard believe he's always working.

I laid there until I grew bored with my thoughts and couldn't contain myself anymore. I got up to look around the room as I wasn't allowed out but I didn't mind—I didn't know what I would do if I lost control of myself. So I skimmed through the books and some of his things, not worried or not if this was considered snooping.

I sat behind his desk wondering what type of things he did here. Nothing was standing out in particular, it was just a bunch of useless files. I picked up a small blue folder nothing it had some fancy handwriting on it and must be something important. A piece of paper fell out as I opened the two side folder, fluttering a ways before it landed on the desk. I ran my fingers over the thin parchment, before examining the contents.

It looked to be a shipment order from another dome, but what was weird was the signature at the bottom of the paper.

It was signed: R.E. Harison

That name was so familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe someone I knew when I was younger, I shrugged what would it matter now anyway? It was strange, there was no address or any contact information just a couple numbers.

Coordinates maybe? I read over the words trying to find some sort of hint to my question.

Thanks for the supplies, we sent over our part our part of the deal, and hope your end doesn't stop either.

I heard the stepping of feet (something I had grown accustomed to hearing with these new ears) and quickly put the letter back down on the table. Xanthe came in, his nose buried in a document as usual.

"Baby, are you hungry?" he didn't even look up which was very irritating.

"I could be." I said and he smiled softly at my passive answer before coming over to my spot to press his lips to mine briefly.

His fingers undid his collar and tie, before he undid the buttons on his shirt. He peeled the material off his muscular arms and tossed it to the side before hooking his thumbs in my sweatpants band to pull me closer.

"You are, I'm sorry I didn't wake you this morning. I planned to come back early but I was swamped with work." he said and I just nodded not really caring for his meaningless words at the moment, my eyes trained on the artery that was pumping with the sweetest blood.

Without his permission I dug my teeth into the soft skin of his neck, and drank all I wanted from my source. He couldn't complain about my intaking, he was the one who didn't take care of me to begin with. Xanthe must have sensed my greediness and pulled me as close as possible, as if giving me permission to drain him dry.

After I had my share, I licked the wound until it closed like it hadn't even happened in the first place.

"I saw that paper."

"Did you?" he asked and I nodded.

"Who is R.E Harison?"

"A man who made a deal with me."

"Is he a vampire?" I asked.

"Yes." he said.

"What are you trading?"

"Supplies for supplies." he said.

"What kind of supplies?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. What kind of supplies is he sending to you?"

"Secret things that I can't tell anyone." he said.

"Not even me? It doesn't make any sense, I'm yours now and you don't even trust me."

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just it's not something that you want to hear." he said.

He pulled us over to the bed, pushing me down first before crawling on top of me like the wild animal he was. I rolled my eyes and waited for him to get on with it, I mean he was so predictable. All he ever wanted to do was have sex, not that I'm complaining because sex was nice and all but he just did the same things every time. The bright eyes that stared at me flickered when I touched the large bulge underneath his pants.

He smiled with his fangs out and ready, serious as it seemed he was actually being playful.

"Xanthe I'm being serious, tell me."

"I will later, right now, I just want you." he whispered rubbing my stomach with his big hands.

"Xanthe, just tell me now."

"No, I wanna fuck you." he growled and I rolled my eyes but let him pull up my shirt.

"You are such a horny old man," I commented dryly and he chuckled.

He smirked his devilish smile and pushed his lips to mine. I was distracted by the kiss that I didn't realize his hands were already inside my sweatpants.

"Xanthe, tell me." I said softly as soon as I broke the kiss and he stopped whatever he was doing to answer me.

"Fine, but we get to fuck afterwards."

"Probably not but tell me anyway." I said.

"It's just a shipment of supplies that we need, and vice versa."

"To whom?" I asked.

"A small village, outside one of the domes."

"Like my old one? Is it my family?"

"No, now I wanna fuck you." he said and I pushed at his chest to keep him talking to me.

"I want to know if it's my family."

"It's not." His hands moved down my sweatpants until I was left in my underwear. He smiled, kissing my face anywhere that skin showed.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you and you'll have no choice but to accept it."

"Yes Daddy," I mocked and I laughed at my joke.

He glared playfully, before smiling.

"You know what, call me Daddy."