[Blitzkrieg]

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Name; Aya Misaki
Age; 17
Appearance: x
History;Aya was born into life without a mother. She had died during child birth, and her father had left them before she was even born. As such she was taken in by an elderly couple who cared for her through most of her life. A year before passed away Aya was placed into a boarding school. It will be her second year this year, but for some reason the headmaster has switched her into the school's other class. She's surprised at this sudden decision, but since her foster parent's death she had been under the protection of this school. As such they now made the decisions concerning things of this sort. Since the school is a boarding school it acts as her home as well. Now that her guardians have passed, she stays there even during holidays, having no place else to go. Though she's a bit nervous about being switched into the other class' wing and attending classes with different people, she hopes for the best.

[Misericorde]

[x] Name [x] Drake Kowaii
[x] Age [x] 19 (190 Vampire years)
[x] Gender [x] Male
[x] Species [x] Vampire
[x] Picture [x] http://i53.tinypic.com/111i2ki.jpg
[x] History [x] Drake is a young vampire... Who has never known a human life. He, unlike many of his classmates, was born a vampire. He has known nothing of human emotion, or anything else a human feels. His parents were killed when he was younger, and he's lived with his aunt and uncle almost his whole life. He was a student at a prestigious boarding school, one that hosted vampires and humans in two separate wings. Though he was a natural born, he didn't feast on humans, at least not the ones that went to his school, nor on innocents. He also had the ability of being in the sunlight. Pure bloods, he loved being one. His main goal in life was to get his schooling done, and to just lead as normal of a life as he could... For a vampire. But he made the best of it until now, and nothing was going to keep him from living his life as he had always done it. With the true nature of a vampire.

[Blitzkrieg]

Drake ran his long, pale fingers through his long, navy blue hair. He was dressed in the proper school uniform, a white blouse, navy blue overcoat, navy blue slacks, and a long, navy blue shoulder cape. He was always one of the better dressed, but he was smug. He acted as if he was better then everyone else, just because of who he was. His classmates knew him as one of the only pure bloods left, and he used that in his favor. His blood was better than every one else's and he would never let them forget it. Many of the students in the classroom secretly despised him, but they respected him to his face. He didn't care, though, he knew how they truly felt. And, his only reply was always a small smirk and shrug.

But something was different that day. There was a new girl in the class. Though she hadn't yet arrived in class, he knew there was something strange. Her name was too... Boring. He would have to examine her when she arrived. He might be able to pick up a scent, or see something in her that would clear his mind. Until she arrived, though, he prepared himself for class. His books were out on the desk as they should be. They looked brand new, although they were not much newer than he was. He opened his note book and took out his pen, preparing the pages for the day's notes. He liked keeping himself organized, and it payed, because he was a great student. One of the best. It was one more thing for him to be smug about.

He watched as the clock ticked, each moment dragging on to him, as it did to a child on the eve of a special event with gifts. It felt like eternity... Drake knew the feeling all too well, he was after all, immortal. He began to chew on the tip of his pen as he waited for the bell to ring. Slowly the class filled up, student after student filing in to their respected desks. The class was that of about 40 students... About half were male and the rest were female. They were all vampires. Even the professor. Drake had respect only for him, because the professor had been one of the only ones to help him when he needed it, to guide him when he was in need. So, when the professor arrived, Drake politely stood, waved, then sat back down. Now all he waited for was the new one...

Aya bit her lower lip softly as she waited in her dorm, knowing that she was supposed to go to her new class after the bell rang so that the professor could introduce her to the class. As opposed to her usual black dress, she was now wearing a navy blue skirt, white button up shirt, navy blue neck ribbon, and whit thigh high stockings with a navy blue stripe around the top. It was the female uniform for the class she was transferring into that day, and though it was a bit strange to her she figured she would get used to it in time. She wore the ribbon loosely so that her slender neck was still exposed After slipping on a pair of shoes she headed into the hallway, hearing the bell ring. With her new dorm in this wing of the school it didn't take her long at all to find the classroom. Nervously she pushed the door open and glanced about the room briefly.

Her eyes were bright amber, and her hair matched. Compared to most of the others in the room, she looked bright, though her skin was just as pale. The professor walked over to her and took her hand, leading her to the front of the class. "Class, this is our new student Aya. Please be on your best behavior and make her feel comfortable." he stated simply. All of them seemed to be staring at her on that moment, and she could feel the blood rush up to her cheeks at the feeling. She looked down at her feet for a moment before the professor finally ushered her to her seat. Sitting down she felt a bit more at ease, and pulled a notebook and pen from her bag. The people in the room around her all seemed a bit cold, and it put her on edge, though for now she had decided to just focus on getting down the notes she needed.

After about an hour of listening to the professor and writing down all the information she would need to remember, class was finally over. With a soft sigh, Aya put her things away only to have a few of the boys in the class walk over to her desk. "Hey there." one of them chided with a smirk, and Aya's golden eyes glanced up at the boy uncertainly. "Hello..." she responded softly, seeming a bit timid. Then the other boy spoke, his hand reaching towards her face. "Well aren't you pretty." he teased at her, and Aya looked away from the two of them, looking nervous. "P-please leave me alone..." she managed to choke out, though the boys only persisted more, seeming intrigued by the female. "You were just changed weren't you?" one asked her and though she didn't respond, Aya was confused about what he meant. Changed? Well she did change for class...maybe that was what he meant.

Drake's narrow eyes widened a little as the new girl, Aya the professor called her, walked in. She looked young... Her hair was amber, and her eyes matched the hair. She was attractive, but Drake cared not. He had bigger, better things to do than worry about a girl. But... He couldn't keep his attention off of her. He knew there was something... Something about her, and he couldn't figure it out. He wanted to put his finger on it. He would put his finger on it. Even if it took days, maybe even weeks. Drake was nothing if not determined.

Once the professor began his lesson, Drake snapped back into reality and began taking his notes. His writing wasn't the most proper thing on earth... Most called it chicken scratch, but he could read it and that was all that was important. He answered questions here and there, writing down the questions and the answers that he knew, noting the ones he didn't when they were explained. He ignored the glances he got every now and then of people assuming he was being a show off. Even though he was, that wasn't the point. He couldn't help it if he was smarter then them, could he? He smirked a little at his own cockyness, but ignored it and returned to his school work.

By the end of the class, Drake had noticed some of the other males preying on Aya. He would not have this. She would be his new toy. She was his new mystery, and it was going to stay like that. Before some of the males got too serious with their flirtations or questions, Drake stepped between them and the girl. His eyes seemed to flash at the males, and his lips parted to speak. When the words came out, his voice was low, seductive, and intriguing. He was a mystery himself. "Hey, look boys, the little lady doesn't seem to want, or need your attention. So why don't you little boys back off, and go back to your rooms to play with your dolls or something, hm?" A smirk played his lips. "Mommy and daddy don't pay for you to flirt, after all..." He shooed them away with a hand and turned to Ayu. "This was a one time thing. Don't expect me to do it again." He turned a cold shoulder to her, and walked away.

The boys were moving in on her, getting a little closer and speaking with a bit more threat in their words. She felt overwhelmed and frightened by them at the same time. They treated her like she was something for them to play with. Many of the others in the class just ignored the situation, others even watched the boys close in on the helpless girl. She had a feeling that she didn't really fit in well with this crowd of people, knowing that in some way they were different from her, though she couldn't figure out how. Her heart was racing as she stood, trying to back away from her chair and yet the perused her further, liking the way they seemed to have a power over her. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to think fo what she should do, how she would get past four boys at once, though nothing came to mind. She seemed to be stuck.

Aya was ready to bolt for her dorm to get away from the boys who seemed to crowd around her as though she was some rare commodity when a tall figure blocked her vision. Golden eyes looked up to see a man with dark blue hair sanding between her and the others. She was surprised by his sudden appearance, having not even noticed him within the sea of people when she had entered the room. When he spoke, Aya felt her heart race even faster for a moment. There was something about his deep silky voice. It seemed somehow entrancing, and she just stared up at him, curiosity in her eyes as well as a certain fondness.

He told them off as though they had misbehaved and he was their master, and with a wave of his hand they had baked away, grumbling to themselves, though none the less they were gone. Aya was curious, wondering why they listened to this man so easily, trying to figure out if it had something to do with that voice. Though her thoughts were cut short when he turned and spoke to her. Her eyes grew a bit wider at the sight of his face. He was handsome and his chiseled features seemed cold, and yet alluring. Her eyes met his for but a moment before he had turned away from her without a second thought. His words were meant to be cold, and she wondered why he had helped her at all, but understood that he didn't want her to expect it from him. Lowering her head slightly in respect to him she called out a soft "Thank you." Her voice was soft and warm, like the sound of wind chimes in a spring breeze, and she looked fascinated by the man as he left her side.

He had somehow saved her from those other boys, and for that she was grateful. Aside from that fact though, she felt a desire to be by his side burning in her chest. Shaking her head she pushed away the thought, wondering why it had came on so suddenly and more over wondering who he was. After realizing that she had been standing there for quite some time now, Aya grabbed her bag and headed out of the classroom. Eyes seemed to follow her as she did and people murmured about that situation that had just happened. She seemed a bit oblivious to the fact that they were talking about her as she looked down the hall, her eyes glued to his back as he walked away. She bit her lip once again and looked away before running after him down the hallway. She knew it probably wasn't he best idea, but something drew her to him. "Why did you help me?" she asked him, her voice soft and eyes cast up at his face.

Drake heard the whispers as he left the classroom, but he didn't pay it any attention. He knew that the class would react. Drake had never stood up for anyone other than himself. He knew that it looked a little strange that he was now protecting a girl that he didn't even know. He also knew that he would get hit with tons of questions about it... He hoped that he wouldn't though. He also heard the girl murmur a little thank you, a whispered phrase that he knew was meant for him. He shrugged it off, though, acting as if he heard nothing. He closed his eyes and shoved his hands into his pant pockets as he walked out of class and down the hall, nonchalantly glancing over his shoulder as the students left the class room. Some went left, some went right, and some just stopped and stared at him. He shot them a warning glance, one that warned them to back off and drop the subject. His eyes were hard, and he wasn't about to let himself be questioned by lessors.

He turned back to continue on his walk to his next class, but stopped in the corridor a moment. That girl... Her voice rang through his head and her eyes seemed to burn his brain. He tried shaking it off, but he couldn't. Whatever it was about her, it seemed to want to draw him to her. He tried to distract himself by finding his cell phone and going through the numbers. Then he tried finding anything else he could on it to distract him, but it didn't work. She was trapped in his head and he couldn't get her out, "Great..." he whispered lowly to himself. "The first time I do something nice for someone, and it bites me in the ass like this." Drake pinched the bridge of his nose, not wanting to think about her. Not wanting to know more about her. He had wished now that he had never felt the difference about her, the mystery of her. He felt the beginning of a long day ahead of him.

To his dismay, even though he had gave her a cold attitude, she was chasing after him. Even worse, she was speaking to him. Great. This was the last thing he wanted. He wasn't cold to her to get her to chase him. He began to think she may be stupid. Did she not realize who she was? This is when he knew something was odd about her. There was not a vampire in that class that didn't know WHO he was. He was Drake Kowai, son of two pure bloods, and one of the last pure bloods to be around. With a sigh, he spun to face Aya, giving her a cold, blank glare as she spoke to him. He towered over her, so he looked down to meet her gaze. "Help you?" He blinked his eyes with a smirk on his face again. She thought he cared.

"Listen, what I did back there? That's just me giving you a break on your first day." He waved his hand much the way he had before. "I won't do it again. Either you blow them off yourself, or you deal with what they want to do with you." He locked his eyes to hers. "There's no way that someone like you will last long in our class the way you are now." He licked at his lips a little, only slightly wishing he could sink his fangs into the tender looking flesh that she had around her neck. His voice got deeper, deeper than it had been before, almost a warning tone. "Look, don't get attached. And don't get in my way. You, like everyone else, know what I can and will do to you if you get in my way." Drake turned away again and began to walk. He assumed she would know what he would do to her if she got in his way. Every vampire there knew that he could kill them in an instant. So he assumed she wouldn't pursue further. His hair seemed to float as he began to walk away once more.

Aya could tell that something about what had happened interested the rest of the class. She wasn't sure if it was because the man who had stood up for her was normally colder than he was to her or what, but they were all staring. She lowered her head as she walked, trying to focus on counting her footsteps as she left the class, but she kept thinking of him, those eyes and that voice. He seemed so powerful and alluring, she couldn't help but to think of him again. She didn't understand why the boys seemed scared of him, or what they were talking about half the time. She was a bit confused and she wanted to know more about him, he just like she was a mystery. He seemed cold and distant, like he wanted so desperately to be left to his own devices and not bothered by the likes her her or anybody else, and yet she still wanted to follow after him. It may have been impulse or curiosity that urged her to do so, but she wasn't really sure.

Large amber eyes gazed up at him as he smirked, seeming to be unfazed by the way he was silently mocking her with that smirk. Instead she seemed to look at him with tenderness despite his cold demeanor. As he explained himself Aya interlaced her fingers, hands resting against her skirt as she stood before him, and nodded her head. Her soft golden hair fell over her shoulders, and she looked a bit taken aback by his words. "I understand." she replied to him softly, not seeming angry or frightened so much as a bit upset, though she hid it well. When he mentioned her bot being able to last long in their class she seemed a little confused, wondering what he meant and why the students all seemed so harsh compared to those in the other class.

When his eyes locked onto her own for that brief moment,s he felt her heart jump and seemed to forget to breath. They bore into her soul the way he looked at her, and she felt herself getting a little flustered from the feeling of him staring straight at her. Though then his voice got lower, almost like a growl as he spoke about not getting in his way. She tilted her head slightly, not seeming intimidated by what he had said simply because she didn't understand it, but she nodded once more before he turned around. "I'm...sorry for bothering you." she whispered before watching him start to walk away once more. Her eyes seemed to be transfixed on his form, but after a few more of his steps she turned away as well and sighed softly. "What did I get myself into?" she asked herself before heading towards her dorm. As she started to head there though, she glanced out the window to see that it was now dusk. With a soft smile she walked into her room and changed into her pure black dress and gloves, leaving the room and making her way down tot he courtyard.

She was surrounded by them now, the people of her class and other classes in this wing of the building. She wasn't anywhere near her old friends, and it seemed as though they were isolated here. Light footfalls lead her to the door that allowed them into the courtyard, and she pushed it open. People were still watching her, and she seemed even more awkward then before at the feeling, but many didn't dare speak to her because of Drake seeming to have taken some form of interest in her. Carefully Aya lowered herself to her knees in the grass and looked up at the sky. The moon reflected silver flacks in her golden eyes, and her face was illuminated by the soft glow. She hoped that out here at least she could relax, thinking to herself. What did he mean when he spoke about her not being able to last in the class, what was it she was supposed to know he could do, and what did the others mean when they said changed? The thoughts raced through her mind and she just tried to shake them off, leaning back against the trunk of the cherry blossom tree and closing her eyes.

A few stray petals fell around her, making her look rather delicate as she lay there breathing softly. For whatever reason she felt safe in the courtyard despite the fact that most of the windows gave way to the view and anybody could walk out whenever they pleased. After a while of sitting there it seemed as though she had fallen asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly, and her breaths gentle. A few of the soft pink petals had landed on her black dress, and with her outfit the color of her bright hair stood out more than ever as she slumped back against the tree. She looked peaceful, but vulnerable as well.

Drake half yawned as he made his way down the hall, looking out the window. The students had already started to crowd in the court yard. Drake's eyes wandered from person to person, examining what each and all were doing. He knew that soon, some would be leaving for a few short hours to feed. Tonight, he planned on doing the same, he just had to pick his prey. He pulled out a little black note book from his side pocket. The pages were filled with names, ages, and addresses. Drake flipped carefully through the pages and scanned each name. Some names had already been crossed out, and some had check marks. He flipped through a few pages until he found one that had neither a check mark nor was crossed out. Once he had, a new type of smirk played on his lips, and his eyes flashed red a moment. Their normal blue became a golden yellow with red rims, his pupils turning into cat like slants. He had found his next meal, who was located at 329 Arbhor Lane, an ex convict for murder, and his hunger was telling him it was time to feed.

Drake slowly slid the book back into the protection of his pocket and glanced outside once more. He was the leader of sorts, because no one would leave to feed until he gave them a signal. He had half a mind to not give them a signal at all tonight. He felt they didn't deserve it, in his mind, giving a new student grief was not called for... Especially one he had picked out to be his new personal toy and entertainment. Sure, it may have been bad of him to think of her as a toy, she wasn't after all. However, Drake knew he could make anyone do anything he wanted for them. At least when it came to women. And it didn't matter the race either. It just so happened though, that Drake had taken great interest in this new Aya girl. He closed his eyes a moment and shook his head. Her voice was ringing in his head again, and a snarl left his mouth. As he opened his eyes, they met the spot where she lay on the grass. The blood he had had the night before ran hot through his veins...

He watched as the cherry blossom petals fell over her, and blinked. He saw something now that he hadn't before. She had an allure about her... But not one that any normal lessor had. Was she a pure blood? He didn't think so, she didn't seem to be urging to feast. She just lay there... Peaceful, and quiet. She was almost as much of a target to anyone in that court yard as a mouse would be in an alley to any cat. He knew that many of his classmates would just as soon kill a vampire then feed on a human, if that vampire was special to someone of status like Drake. It was one of the only jealous acts vampires normally committed. Drake almost hissed as he thought to himself of how stupid she was. He was sure now that she had half a brain. He turned and marched to his dorm and quickly changed from his uniform into a sleek, black and red suit. The blouse was silky black with a red rose design on the left chest. The overcoat was black with red stitching, and the pants were the same, with added red rose vines in the right leg. It was his favorite, finest outfit.

Once he was primed and ready to go, he ran a hairbrush in the long strands of his hair. It seemed black in the night light, but the navy blue shine of it was beautiful. It was one of the things that usually attracted his prey to him. And if that allure didn't work, he would just piss them off until they came to him. He laughed to himself, his fangs already drawn and primed for hunting. They poked only so lightly past his lips, but he hid them well. After all, his prey was human and if they were seen, his prey would run. So, now that he was groomed and ready to go, Drake turned and left his room, heading to the main courtyard entrance. The halls were empty, except for the occasional professor, whom he merely waved to. They knew what time it was, and they knew to leave the teen vamps to their duty. Unlike them, the teen vamps had to hunt. The professors had their own supply of blood from a source that was unknown to all. Continuing his walk to the courtyard, he glanced out the window again and saw Aya again. She was still there, seemingly asleep...

With a shake of his head, Drake shoved his hands into his pockets, walked down the spiral staircase to the entrance of the courtyard, and swung the doors open. All the other vampires stopped their actions as he entered, his presence clearly known. He walked toward the tree where Aya was laying, and stopped about 5 feet in front of her, addressing the classes silently. His eyes flashed their lovely golden color, the rims redder than the blood he'd be feasting on shortly. In unison, all of a sudden, the entire class hissed and growled, before most dissipated into the night sky, hoping the school walls. Drake, however, stayed back a moment, turning back to Aya. She had not moved to go feed nor to go back inside like the rest. His eyes narrowed a little. "Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be out to feast as well?" His voice was now much deeper, smoother than it had been before. His allure was in full works. Not that he could control it when it was time to feed. When he noticed she didn't reply, he reached out and tugged her arm. "Hey, wake up, it's time to go feed."

Aya was deep asleep, thoughts of her guardians who had passed away flashing through her mind. It was a peaceful dream, she liked remembering the life they had given her so selflessly. A soft smile played upon her rosy lips and she shifted a bit in her sleep. During her slumber she didn't even notice the people who started slowly gathering in the courtyard. She didn't notice the way that they were eying her, many of the girls looking as though they were about to rip her to shreds. Then again, ignorance is bliss. Little did she know that there was a man who wasn't ignorant to her current situation, the same one who had been watching over her in class. She still didn't even know his name, though had figured he didn't really want anymore to do with her after their last encounter. The thought of that made her frown slightly, knowing that she was still so drawn to the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes. Everything about him seemed to pull her closer, and she didn't like it. She felt powerless against his gaze, weak and far more vulnerable than she would want to admit.

The soft pink petals danced about her dark dress, and the wind blew the lace of her skirt higher up her thighs, though she remained engulfed in a dream, one that was slowly changing for the worst. Aya heard noises in her dream that made her heart race. She heard rustling about her, dreaming of being surrounded by dark shadows, looming over her small form menacingly. She grew restless, slender fingers clenching at the grass below her. Then the sound of hissing and growling echoed through her mind, and her eyes clenched shut a bit tighter. She felt a hard thudding in her chest, feeling threatened, wanting to run, though it was just a dream. Though slowly her eyes began to open, and she could see shadows leaping onto the roof, crowded about the courtyard, and she could still hear the hissing, the growling. Her breathing became slightly labored as her eyes slowly brought the world around her into focus, but just then she felt a tug on her arm.

With a gasp, her eyes shot open and she looked up, body trembling a bit as she glanced about her, trying to figure out what she was hearing and seeing. Though everything else seemed to fade away as she heard that voice again, this time more alluring than before, deeper, smoother. Just the sound alone made her heart pound like in her dream as amber orbs slowly met with his own eyes. She jumped a bit at the sight, her back hitting the tree. With a soft whimper she looked up once more. They were yellow and red, but she could have sworn they had been deep blue. "I..." she tried to speak, but these thoughts were racing through her mind, clouding her ability to function. "Feed?" It all started to piece together now. His power, this feeling, feeding, changed, lasting in this school. Vampires? No, she must have been crazy to think a thing like that, it was impossible after all, though the longer she gazed at him the more real the idea became.

She shook her head, slowly standing on quaking legs as she felt herself drawn closer to his gaze. She was drowning in confusion and this feeling, whatever this was that he made her feel, she couldn't breath. "Are....are you?" she stuttered, her eye leaving his own for but a moment to look around them at the few who had lingered behind. One of them held a dead dove in his hand, fangs sunk into the bird who's once pure white feathers were now stained with blood. Aya was stiff, her cheeks becoming red from lack of oxygen as her blood rushed there. She looked to her other side, more fangs, red eyes...what was this? What were they?

She shook her head again, clenching those bright eyes shut, trying to figure out if she was still dreaming, bit when she opened them again it was only to look up at Drake once more. Now she remembered, that's what they had called him....Drake. His suit was black and red, those colors only adding to her terror. Gasping for air, she noticed more of the students jump over the walls, and a not even a word left those plump lips of hers as she turned away from him, running for the door to the courtyard, heart racing faster than her legs were carrying her. She made her way into the hallways, bolting through the corridors, her mind still racing. Though after making it so far she tripped, falling on her stomach with a thud.

Coughing a little she tried to scramble to her feet only to find herself pinned against the cold marble floor. Two of the vampire boys loomed over her figure, one holding down her arms, smirking at her with those fangs peeking from his lips, and the other was dangerously close to the hem of her dress. The first hissed, leaning his head closer to her slender neck where the blood pumped through furiously and a scream erupted from her lips, eyes wide with terror and body trembling beneath his grasp.

Drake watched as Aya continued to sleep a bit through him waking her. He could tell that something was troubling her in her sleep, and noticed her eyes open slowly. He watched as the amber eyes came to view, then disappeared again as she shut her eyes. Drake got a little closer, tugging her arm again. Soon, her eyes finally shot open, which startled him a bit, causing him to move back again. He watched as she came to her senses, but he could tell that something was wrong. She seemed afraid. Afraid of him? Afraid of the others? He couldn't tell, and in his mind, he thought that it might be a little bit of a good thing that she was. Maybe now she would know to stay out of his path. But soon, Drake's senses were telling him that something here was very, very wrong.

He watched as Aya's eyes darted from him, to the others around them, back to him. She began to stand, and her legs were as shaky as that of a tree branch in wind. Just then, Drake reached a hand out to her to help her stand, and he had no idea why. Not that it mattered, his hand being slapped away the minute he got close. He blinked his eyes and a wave of anger flooded him a moment, a red glaze rolling over his eyes for a moment as he watched her. This only seemed to scare her more! Drake couldn't figure out what the hell was up with this girl. After all, these were all things she herself could do, right? "What the hell? I'm trying to help you and you hit my hand away?" He snarled and hissed at her once. He stopped, though, realizing just how much more this scared her. In the distance of the yard, he heard all noises stop, and felt all eyes on him and her. He stood quickly and spun toward the others, hissing at them once more, sending the rest off to feed or rest. Once they were gone, Drake turned back to Aya, who was stuttering her words as she tried to speak to him. He raised an eye brow at her, unable to comprehend what she was saying.

He did, however, hear one word, the word feed. At that point, he nodded his head. "Yeah, you know, that thing we do every night for survival?" He crossed his arms over his chest, a smug, annoyed look on his face. "Don't tell me you're one of those veggie-vamps." He rolled his eyes at her, watching her try to gain balance on her wobbly legs. He heard her ask him another question, and this time, he almost laughed. "Do you really need to ask me such a stupid damn question? We're ALL vampires here, didn't you know that coming in?" Drake seemed dumbfounded. It took him until Aya ran away from him to realize... She was human! He slapped a hand to his face and growled. How could he have been so stupid to not realize? But... It wasn't his fault, she had no human sent! And he felt no warmth from her arm, true he had touched over a sleeve but... Nothing about her indicated human. And then, an image pierced his mind. Her rose colored lips. Yes, she was pale, but vampires had no color on the lips, no color anywhere. And she had color. "Dammit." He hissed. "I should have fucking known." With a sigh, he shrugged his shoulders. "She's not my problem, she's just a human, not worth my time, nothing more than food."

Drake turned to walk away, heading the opposite direction that Aya had gone. He was trying to convince himself that he didn't care what happened to her. Didn't care if the others got to her and killed her for their nightly feast. He ignored the fainting sounds of her foot steps, and shoved his hands back to his pockets, where he always had them. There were few vampires left in the courtyard, the ones that remained were the veggie-vamps. Drake hated those, they were a disgrace to his race. Vampires were meant to feast on human blood, not that of any animal! It made him furious when he thought about it. He clenched his hands to fists, before just calming down. It's not like there was anything he could do about it. After all, it was their choice to be like that, and if they wanted to disgrace themselves, Drake had nothing to do or say about it. He would continue with his ways, no matter how wrong they thought it was.

Just as Drake opened the opposing courtyard door, he heard a loud screaming coming from across the way. It struck him like lightning when he realized who's voice it was. It was Aya's. But, why did he care? Why did he want to rush in and help her? He was disgusted with himself for wanting to protect a human. He tried to turn and walk away, but her eyes, her hair, her face, it all flashed through his head, and suddenly, a scent. Why hadn't he noticed this scent about her before? Her human scent. It was sweet... Enticing. The head masters must have masked her scent. This must have been planned. With a growl at his desire to save her, Drake quickly dashed off in the direction she had gone. Of course, he got there in much less time than she had, and by the time he arrived, two others had already had her pinned. Wonderful, he rolled up his sleeves.

Without hesitation or struggle, Drake grabbed the backs of the two boys' jackets, and picked them off the girl. He threw them both hard against the brick wall, and before they could move, he had them pinned his his hands at their throats. He squeezed hard enough to cut them of air, and enough to see their anger flash over their eyes. His eyes flashed a deeper, more vibrant red then theirs before letting his claws dig into their throats. "I'm going to tell you little fucks this once. You dare touch her like that again, and I wont have mercy next time, do you got that?" His voice still had the tone it had earlier when he spoke to Aya in the yard, but now there was a deep anger, hatred, and a protection to it. "She's mine now, so if you touch her again, I'll have your fangs in a jar, on my desk." With a violent throw, he flung them to the ground and watched them run off, before turning back to Aya. "You... You're a human, aren't you?" His eyes narrowed once more in anger and frustration as he watched her.

Aya didn't think when she slapped his hand away, not thinking clearly. She was scared and confused, that was all she could logically figure out. When his eyes glowed red, when he yelled at her she flinched, back away even more only to end up against the trunk of the tree once more. She felt those eyes on them and then he growled and hissed at them with rage in his eyes. This wasn't a nightmare, this was real...they were vampires. When he spoke to her once again it only clarified the situation. Veggie-vamps? She thought maybe it was just some new term for something else until he answered the question that she had somehow managed to choke out. 'We're ALL vampires here.' those words rang through her mind and she felt her heart stop. To him she was prey, something to feed from, she was this to all of them and the thought in itself sent her into shock. Though she was scared of him, the second her eyes met his she still wanted to come closer, she wanted to give in to the temptation despite the fact that he was a predator. She couldn't think enough to do anything but run, try to get away, try to get out of this place, but her attempts were quickly foiled by the two boys.

She couldn't move, struggling against their grip and yet it was hopeless. They were creatures of the night, wanting to kill her for whatever reason she could think of. She figured they too must have found out she was human, though she wasn't sure about that yet as those red eyes pierced through her with a hunger that could only be satisfied with blood, her blood. One of the boys smirked and sniffed at her flesh. "Her blood smells so sweet..." he chided at the other, an evil grin upon his lips, fangs peaking out and glimmering in the light from above. She didn't understand, the headmasters themselves had placed her into this class, a class of vampires. Why? At this rate it seemed as though she would never find out, whimpering as the boy holding down her arms gripped them tighter, seeming to enjoy the sound of her scream, the second boy licking his lips just from the sound of her fear, it seemed to excite them.

She couldn't even close her eyes, couldn't look away, too frozen in fear as his fangs grazed against her skin, though just as the first fang began to pierce through, he was torn away from her body. She winced as a small drip of blood slipped down her slender throat. They growled before hitting the wall, groaning a bit and looking up to see Drake their eyes grew wide with fear. It wasn't long before they couldn't breath, gasping and groaning in pain as his claws dug into their pale flesh. He was serious, for whatever reason Drake had decided to make this girl his, unlike he had ever done before. Once he finally released their throats they ran off in defeat, terrified of the pure blood and finally giving up on the girl for now, not even getting a single drop of her sweet blood.

Aya's eyes rose up to see Drake standing with the boy's throats in his grasp. He was strong, strong enough to over power them both without a problem, and she was scared and relieved at the same time. He was protecting her, that seductive voice dripping with malice and hatred as he spoke to them. She didn't know why he would protect her, but her heart slowed a bit when the boys ran off, leaving her sitting before Drake, the vampire who seemed to have a power over all others in the school somehow. 'She's mine now.' that phrase rang through her mind. What did he mean, and why did he say such a thing. Part of her liked it...the way he protected her so fiercely, and yet just the sight of him flustered her. He was intimidating, cold, bloodthirsty, and maybe even heartless but she wanted to be with him. She wanted to be by his side, to be his and his alone. Such a strong feeling, she had to force her mind away from it as he spoke to her.

She backed away slightly feeling his glare upon her and bit her lower lip, heart pounding against her chest and eyes watering a bit as the blood slipped down to the collar of her dress. "Y-yes..." she managed to whisper in that soft voice of hers, so innocent and gentle. It was very unlike his own seductive and powerful voice, but it suited her well. She paused...eyes still wide and focused on him as he loomed over her. "And you're...a..." she swallowed hard, trying to calm herself but to no avail. "A vampire..." she finally stuttered, staring at him almost in awe, unsure of weather she should be afraid or glad to see him. Her body was soft, her blood warm, she was so unlike him in every way, but she couldn't turn away from him, couldn't bring her eyes to part from his own. She seemed hypnotized, her breathing slowing, and cheeks becoming a bit red. "Drake..." she tried saying his name, it flowed off her tongue so softly and she felt that feeling once more, her chest getting tight and her face growing warm as she found herself frozen there on the floor.

Drake sighed as he heard the confirmation of her being human come out her mouth. He knew it was true, but now it being confirmed made it that much worse. And he also knew that anyone in the halls, or even the courtyard had the chance of having heard that as well. She was the biggest target to ever have entered the school. Not only was she special to a pure blood, she was a human. This, Drake knew, wouldn't look good on him. Pure bloods didn't associate with humans anymore than they needed to in order to have a meal. But she wasn't a meal to him, and he had to wonder why the head masters would have sent her into this specific class blindly. She didn't know where she was, what she was involved in, and Drake was sure that she had no idea why she was there, just as much as he had no idea either. It was clear to him that this was probably a test for the class. They had recently learned control, and learned to tolerate some humans, because as it was explained, they couldn't kill them all, now could they?

It was easy for Drake, because his list of means consisted of those that deserved no life. People that had committed violent crimes. Crimes that could not be forgiven, such as murder, rape, molestation. Anything along those lines was something Drake didn't approve of in the least. He may have been cold and heartless, but everybody has a soft spot. And sure, he himself was a murderer, just as many of his classmates, but there was a difference between murdering someone, and hunting them down to feed. This was survival, not sick and twisted pleasure. Drake had always seen things that way, and that wasn't about to change now. He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, pacing around Aya. Once he made it half way around her, a scent caught his nose. It was sweet... It smelt like innocence... It was her blood. The bastards that had attacked her had managed to pierce her enough to make her bleed. His eyes flashed over red, his hunger dominating his thoughts for a moment. But with a deep breath, Drake pushed the urge down.

His eyes fixed on the blood, and he leaned in closer to her, but didn't harm or touch her. Instead, his voice reverted back to normal, or at least as normal as it had been in the courtyard. "You're going to have to be careful, you know." He smirked that smug smirk he had. "With that sweet of a blood scent, you're bound to be bitten at some point." He hissed once. "You're just lucky I don't chose to do it here and now." Soon, his cold hands were on her wrists, squeezing them in his grip. "And yes, Drake is my name. I'm glad you know that. And I'm even happier that you know what I am." He released her arms with a bit of a toss, pushing her forward. His eyes had a warning about them as he stared down at her. He wanted to help her, but an inner conflict troubled him. He couldn't help her and keep his reputation. He had to think of something, but his mind was drawing blanks.

Soon, he felt faint, and he rushed a hand up to his forehead and held his head. He was getting weak, his hunger was getting the best of him. If he didn't feed soon, he might lose control and go on a frenzy. That was the last thing he wanted. But, he gained his composure enough to keep his conversation with Aya. "You need to go, get back to your dorm and stay there. Stay out of my way, but stay close." He turned away from her, heading back toward where he had come. "I need to go feed." He wobbled along weakly, before soon tripping and landing against a corridor wall with a thud and a whispered ow. He was losing his energy fast, and it was showing. He hadn't fed in 24 hours, and all the recent activity was draining his source of energy. The blood. Everything he did took away from his previous feeding. Blood was to him what gas was to a car. He needed it to breath, use his power, and his allure. It was his life line. He felt himself weakening.

He now started to worry that he wouldn't be able to get to his next meal in time, and he continued to attempt getting up, and when he finally did, he had to lean against the wall. His eyes fell out of their vampiric gold and red, back to their normal blue. They weren't, however, as deep as they had normally been. they were dull, and even more lifeless then they had been before. He inched his way to the door, looking back at Aya, his eyes re-enforcing his statement to return to her dorm. He knew she'd be in danger if she stayed, but he assumed that she wouldn't want to leave his side. This made him uneasy, because he was caring for a human. This was not normal for him, but at this point, he was too weak to scare her off.

Aya had also wondered if she had been put into the class to test the vampires, but even she couldn't be sure why she was put into this world of blood and darkness. There was something different about Drake, he seemed to be more powerful than the other vampires, and judging solely on the information she knew from reading books and such she figured that he was probably what his kind would call a pure blood. At least that's what it seemed like, especially with what he had said to her earlier about all of them knowing what he could do to them. She knew he didn't want to hurt her or he would have done so by now, and yet he still made her nervous as he paced about her, seeming stressed and quite possibly just as confused as she was. She didn't notice the redness in his eyes when he glanced at her bleeding neck, looking down at her own lap for a while.

The way he seemed to be worried made her think that she had become at least a bit of a burden on him now, though she didn't fully understand what it really was he was thinking about. When he spoke again it was a warning, and she looked up at him blankly, nodding her head a bit. She knew that she was now in danger, especially with the scent of her blood in the air, it was like an invitation for the vampires who so longed for a sweet innocence like hers to prey upon. When he hissed she gasped a bit, feeling his cold hands against her wrists, her heart beat quickening as she looked up at him. He seemed annoyed, being sure to make his point. He was dangerous, a predator and he could attack her at any moment. He wanted to make sure she knew this, and she did very well, feeling that terror wrenching in her chest once more as he spoke, and yet when he tossed her forwards she didn't run, she didn't leave. Behind this fear she felt something else for him, something she wasn't even sure about.

He ordered her to her dorm, to stay away from him, and yet not too far? So he really did want to keep her safe. It seemed as though he wished he didn't but none the less he had protected her thus far. She was about to listen, to go to her dorm and lock the door, awaiting the time when she thought it would be safe once more, but as she watched him stumble she couldn't bring herself to leave him. At this point it wasn't even because of his alluring nature. Rather, she was worried about him. It was easy to tell how weak he was, the way he could barely stand long enough to leave. She felt herself want to rush to his side at the sight of him slamming against the wall. He seemed too weak to even leave the building no less feed. Her eyes softened, the fear melting and giving way to compassion as she stood slowly, careful as he glanced back at her in warning. No matter how he wanted to push her away, no matter how threatening his glare was, she couldn't overcome this desire to help them man who had already saved her twice that day.

Hesitating a bit, she watched him inch towards the door, waiting for him to turn away from her before she started to move. She was unsure of her own actions, wondering if it was a good idea to do what she had planned to. Though all common sense left her as light footfalls gave way to her arms wrapping around his weak body. She was behind him, out of his sight as she held herself against him. Her body was warm compared to his own, and she stood there for a while, trying to support him in his weakness. She knew that he wouldn't be happy with her actions, and so she acted quickly. Once she released her arms from around him, two fingers moved swiftly to the blood on her neck. She wiped a bit of it onto her slender fingers and looked him in the eyes, her heart beat pounding in her ears, she was daring to do something so dangerous.

Though in his weakness she knew he could not fight her off, not after he had exerted so much energy.Gently she slipped her index and middle fingers into his mouth, letting a bit of blood drip onto his tongue before pulling them away carefully. She knew he needed to feed, even if just a bit, and she wanted to help him. Determination shining in her golden eyes, she pushed her hair over her shoulder, revealing the side of her neck which was bleeding and tilting her head to the side a bit, giving him access to her soft flesh. No, she didn't think it would be an enjoyable experience. She didn't think like most other human girls would, but she was willing to take the pain if it meant she could repay him for his kindness to her. He was the only thing keeping her alive in this sea of vampires, and she wanted to do the same for him. If he couldn't get to another person to feed then she would offer him herself, ignoring the worry that crept into her mind as she did so.

Drake's breathing got hard as he weakened. It was happening faster it had ever happened before. The fact that he was doing all this for someone else was all the more draining. He continued to drag himself along the wall, determined. He wasn't the type to give up, and he wouldn't admit defeat to something as pathetic as hunger. Although he knew this one was a losing battle, he struggled along, until he stopped to take a breath. He thought silently to himself, 'Come on Drake, don't let this get you down.' he hissed to himself. He was a pure blood, which made feeding all that much more important to his survival. If he didn't get to his next meal soon, he would pass out, and probably not wake up again.

As he came to turn around and see if Aya had left, he felt two arms wrap tightly around him and he gasped. He knew who it was, and he couldn't help but snarl at her. He was not pleased, and he assumed that she was trying to keep him from feeding, knowing that it could kill him. She was trying to kill him! After he had saved her life twice in one day. He couldn't believe it. He struggled against her arms a moment before feeling her arms tighten around him. She had him trapped, and he hated it. He wanted to get out of there so bad, but yet... Deep down inside he wanted to stay there, stay in her arms. He shunned the feeling, thinking to himself that vampires shouldn't feel that. He closed his eyes to gain his composure, trying to think of a way to get out of his current situation. His brain, however, was failing him.

When he opened his eyes, she was now in front of him, having let her go. He raised a brow and shook his head, turning to walk away, but was abruptly stopped. What had she just done? He knew what she did and he had no idea why. He tasted something sweet on his tongue, and he could feel her fingers between his lips. He licked at the blood and felt some of his energy return, though not much, and he turned to face her, releasing her fingers. What he saw next made his eyes widen some. She was offering her blood willingly. She was going to let him feed off of her. This was both against his morals, and very wrong. If one thing went wrong, she could end up either dead, or she would end up turned. He didn't want that happening. Another thing that could happen is addiction. If he didn't drink her dry, he might become addicted, and long for it again. She was innocent, and her blood was sweet. He knew that it would happen.

His fangs lengthened as he considered his options, half wanting to do it purely for his own survival. His hand began to brush aside stray hairs from the side of her neck, leaning in a bit. He wanted to. He really did... But she was a classmate, as well as an innocent. He never fed on them... But she was offering it. It would be rude to reject it, but... It was another one of his inner conflicts. He hissed, pulling away a moment and looking down into her amber eyes. He wanted to make sure that she was positive she wanted to let him do this. After all, she must have known this would hurt, and she must know about the consequences... He hoped.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose weakly, drawing his fangs back. "Are you sure?" He blinked his eyes down at hers, raising a brow. "Are you sure that you want to let me do this? You could die, or be turned into a vampire yourself if one thing goes wrong." Weakly, grabbed her wrists and pulled her close again, running an icy hand along her cheek. "Something as pure and innocent as you shouldn't be tainted." His eyes narrowed as he let her go. "If you are sure that you want me to do this, then I will." He turned his head away from her, shaming himself by admitting he would, given the chance. "I don't feed on innocents. This is all up to you." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to answer. He didn't know what else he could say or do, he knew he needed it, bad.

[Misericorde]

He looked as though he was dying right before her eyes, it was terrible. She felt the worry swelling up in her chest as she watched him, wanting desperately to keep him alive, to keep him well. She didn't know if it was just human instinct to want to preserve others, or if it was because of this feeling in her chest, but she wanted to help him no matter how dangerous it was. When she rushed to his side, she had anticipated his struggle, but she couldn't let him leave now. If he did he could end up someplace without any of the blood his body so desperately needed. She held him like that until he stopped struggling, knowing that this was her chance to give him a taste, to get him to feed from her. She wasn't stupid, she didn't think being fed from would be fun or pleasurable, she knew it would probably be painful and weakening, but he had protected her, and if one of them needed to be weak she knew that it was better her than him. After all, with him being weak they would both me in danger, though if he was strong enough to function then they both had a better chance, not to mention...he was somehow already somebody precious to her.

He gave off mixed feelings, saving her but pushing her away, not feeding from her when he got the chance but still threatening her. He was distant, he didn't want to be connected to anybody else, but she didn't care. Once he had licked the blood from her fingers she knew that he understood what exactly she was offering to him. She was glad that he hadn't pushed her away in his time of need, looking up at him with that innocence, the concern that she felt for him despite the warnings and her better judgment. This other feeling was stronger than logic, stronger than instinct. It reeled her in and made her weak. She knew that without him she would have been dead already, she would have been subject to something far worse than simply being feed from. Not only did she owe him this, but she longed to be something precious to him. She wanted to be more than a burden, something more special than that. She wanted to be useful even if only in this small way.

As his fangs grew she could tell that he wanted her blood, needed it even. The feeling of his fingers brushing against her neck sent a bit of a shiver down her spine, but it was a good feeling somehow. Though when he hissed, she could sense his inner conflict. He wanted to drink from her, he needed to drink from her, and yet something held him back. Carefully she listened to him speak, her expression soft and understanding as she did so. He told her of the risks, she understood them well. Though she hadn't expected what came next, gasping softly as she found herself pressed against him once more. As his hand ran own her cheek those large golden eyes closed, long eye lashes tickling at her cheeks as she blushed from the feeling, from his words. She looked vulnerable to his touch, weak at the feeling. Somehow it was tender, cold, and comforting all at once. She now understood part of his conflict, she was innocent and pure, he didn't want to ruin her. It made her feel as though she were a delicate flower that he was trying so desperately not to break.

Though in truth his feeding from her wouldn't make her and less innocent, any less pure. Soon his hand slipped away, and her eyes fluttered open to meet his own. "I know it's dangerous..." she reassured him, looking a bit apprehensive for a moment before nodding her head. "I'm sure Drake." she made up her mind, looking at him thoughtfully. He didn't feel off innocents...that was his other reason for hesitating. She smiled softly at the idea, knowing that he was a noble vampire for doing such, not hurting those who didn't deserve it less he be desperate. He was far less cold than he seemed to be on the outside, even if he didn't know it.

Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself, looking away from him as she pushed the hair away from her neck once more. Once it was fully exposed, she looked up into his eyes and gave a hopeful smile. She brought her body close against his own, feeling how cold he was but not minding it, her own body warmer than usual as her small hands rested upon his back. She tilted her head to the side and rested her body against his carefully. "Please....feed." she whispered to him, knowing how much he needed it. She was finally ready, being sure to support herself for when she would grow weak. He could kill her this way, she could become a vampire, but she pushed those thoughts aside, focused on he man before her. What was this feeling...?

Drake heavily considered his options. He wasn't sure if he could go through with this, because he had never fed off of a human and left them alive before. He always indulged, he never left a drop of blood in a body, but he had drank enough blood to know how much blood there was in a body, and knew when about to stop. Even with that information known, he didn't know if he wanted to risk killing her. He growled as he felt a strange tension in his chest. This girl, she was causing him to... To... FEEL. He had never felt this for anyone, and what was worse is that he didn't know what he was feeling. He had never felt any sort of emotion, except for compassion for the innocent, but that was more of a moral than an emotion. So now he had no idea what to do.

He saw Aya offer herself once more, he felt his fangs grow sharper, and it caused a tiny pain. He was so weak that the littlest things caused him pain. He knew he had to feed, and he knew he was going to regret what he was about to do... Even though he knew that Aya knew what she was getting herself into, and she knew the consequences. He pushed her hair back and kept it away as he moved in on her neck. His breath was warm against her neck, compared to his cold body against hers. His free arm went around her waist and pressed against the small of her back to pull her close, knowing that this would help support her. It took him a few moments to even press his fangs to the already pierced spot.

In an instant, he slid his teeth in to the tender flesh of her neck, his tongue moving against the skin in order to try and ease the pain. He hoped it helped, but right now, his eyes flashed red before closing. She had the sweetest tasting blood he had ever had, and that was purely because of the fact she was innocent, compared to the guilty he had fed on before. His teeth sank in a little deeper, and his grip on her tightening. He could feel her going weak, and in a few more sips of her blood, he drew his fangs back and let go of her neck, only gently licking at the wound he had left. He felt a little bit of guilt for doing this to her, especially feeling how weak she had before.

He felt so bad, then rather to let her walk back to her dorm, he put one arm higher up on her back and leaned down, the other going behind her knees. He picked her up and sighed, she was so light... She got a little paler due to the lack of blood in her system, but her lips... They had remained the same, rose color as before. He had to admit that she was a beautiful creature for a human, and he admired that delicateness she had. He knew where she would be in the dorms. She would be in a secluded room, in the girl's corridor. So, without hesitation, he began a slow pace, walking her to her dorm.

Once he reached her door, he opened it with ease, and looked around to make sure it was her room. He recognized her book bag from earlier, and assured that he had the right room, he walked over to her bed and gently set her down. He looked around and found a face cloth, so he walked to the bathroom, wet it with cold water, and placed it gently on her forehead. He was thankful that she saved her life, but he was still mad at her for getting in his way. If it hadn't been for her, he could have fed, if it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have lost so much energy. Well, she paid him back, and he assumed he'd need to be thankful for that. But this strange feeling inside him wouldn't go away, and it ate at him constantly. What was it?

The feeling of his breath against her neck was intoxicating, and as his hand pressed against her lower back she closed her eyes, ready for him to sink those fangs into her neck. It was somehow comforting, his touch, the way he breath was warm despite his body feeling so cold compared to her own. Soon she felt his fangs press gently against the wound, her heart racing at the feeling, anxiety building as she waited for them to sink into her skin. It was strange, knowing that a pain was coming, and yet feeling so safe in the arms of the man who was to inflict it, she didn't understand why she felt like this, wanting nothing more than to stay close to him like this despite all of what had happened that day.

When the finally pieced through the tender flesh, she whimpered, hands grasping desperately at fistfuls of his shirt as she gasped for breath at the feeling. It was painful, tingling, and draining all at once. Her neck ached, throbbing in pain, though the feeling of his tongue running gently against the skin so soothingly made her grip loosen a bit and she relaxed herself against him, still breathing heavily as he sipped from her neck. She was in a bit of pain, but she could handle it, he was being gentle with her. With every passing moment, her hands slipped further down his back until they finally fell limp, his fangs retracting from her neck as she collapsed in his arms. Again his tongue ran over her wound, making her blush despite her loss of blood, and she gazed up at him, her eyes clouded and yet still showing such fondness towards him. "See....I knew...that I could trust you.." she whispered to him.

She felt weak, not even able to move when he scooped her up into his strong arms. Closing her eyes she smiled a bit, letting the burden of her body let go as she rested her head against his chest without thinking of what exactly she was doing. She didn't think about how distant he had been, or how he would probably hate it, she only closed her eyes and fell asleep there in his arms so peacefully, with that smile upon her rosy lips. She was happy, glad that not only had somebody cared for her even a little, but she had gotten a chance to help that person as well, to give them something they needed. It made her feel important, it made her feel like maybe she could be worth something to him one day...maybe.

She remained in a deep sleep as he set her down on the bed, and the cold towel slowly let her body temperature drop until she was no longer overheated. She looked peaceful, dreaming a silent dream as she lay before him, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling so gently. She woke a bit, eyes opening slowly as she noticed him still in the room. It had probably been at least half an hour since she had fallen asleep against him, and she still felt a bit weak. As her eyes moved up to meet his she let her eyes soften. "I apologize for being a burden to you..." she said ever so softly. "Thank you for saving me....even if it was just because of some unimportant reason, even if you didn't want to. I think..." she paused and looked away from him, unsure why she was feeling these things after only just meeting him. "I think you're a precious person..." she finished, the towel falling fro her forehead onto the bed beside her.

She needed to let him know...to ask him before he decided to shun her completely. She didn't know why she was here in this place or how she would be able to survive now that the others knew of her being as a human, but she needed to at least ask. "Though you don't care for me....and thought I may continue to burden you....would you...let me stay by your side?" she asked him with a bit of worry in her voice, expecting to be rejected by him, knowing that the idea probably wouldn't suit his fancy, though she needed to try. Even to just be near him made her feel safe, she was drawn to him and she didn't want to have to force herself to stay away.

Drake couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of her. She looked almost dead except for the slight color from her blush and her lips. He ran a light finger across both of the colored spots of her face, asking himself why he had such an attraction to him. He was a vampire, and she was a human. It was never something that would be well accepted by the others, and he knew that if it lead to anything serious, it could lead to a half breed. Drake was proud of being a pure blood, and it was that pride that made him so smug. He loved what he was, and he wanted to keep his pure blood line untainted. He sighed and closed his eyes a moment as his hand lay against her cheek. He felt her stir, and realized that she was about to wake up, so he quickly pulled his hand away and stood up.

He crossed his arms over his chest and continues to watch her, a strange admiration burning within him. He looked at the clock and realized how long she had been asleep. He wondered why he had stayed to make sure she was okay. He should have just left, but something kept him there. Something drew him to her, and it wasn't her blood. Though, he admitted that her blood was enticing. He loved the taste, and he loved the texture. He licked at his lips as he recalled the sweet taste of his tongue. He snapped out of his musings when he heard her weak voice, spinning to let his eyes meet her gaze. He couldn't find words to say as she thanked him. He had never been thanked for drinking someone's blood. Then again, none of his victims had ever been left alive to thank him for anything.

He slid his hands into his pockets, shrugging slightly. "It was your first day, every body deserved some mercy." His eyes had returned to being cold, lifeless, but they still had their blue color. He stepped closer to the bed and sat down beside her again and checked her body temperature, to make sure that she had come back down to a normal state. So far, she wasn't cold, and she was warming up nicely. He tilted her head a moment and looked at the bite, noticing that it had already stopped bleeding. Good, he didn't hit the jugular. He took his hand away from her face, but he felt her take his hand and bring it back. This caused him to blink his eyes in confusion, looking from his and her hand to her eyes. He began to speak, but was cut off quickly by her question. And apparently, for a vampire, color showed on his skin pretty well, because he was blushing now.

In his head, he put together the question she had just asked, but he couldn't find an answer to give the poor girl. Yes, he had told her earlier to stay close, while staying far, but that was for her safety, because as long as she was with him, the others wouldn't bother him. But he didn't want her too close, because he liked being by himself, not having anyone that followed him anywhere. But now he had started to have emotion for this girl. A vampire was developing emotion for a human, and it was not normal. Vampires never loved anyone but another vampire, and those that loved humans were shunned. He would be shunned if anyone found out, so he didn't risk it. He didn't admit anything to her, even though the colors on his face and his speechlessness answered her question for him. He did care for her. And he did want her at his side. He assumed that since it was obvious, he would make a condition for her. "You're welcome to stay by my side... As long as you repay me, once a week, with your pure blood to feast on."

He tried making it seem that he didn't care, and that he would grant her the wish of being by his side, in return for a favor from her. As if he was just using her. He knew it was more than that, but he hoped that she wouldn't catch on. "If you agree to those terms, you can stay with me all you want." He narrowed his eyes in a failed attempt to intimidate her. "But you better not get in my way." He growled a little, to try and push his his point across, but without meaning it when saying it, he knew he might be seen through. He sighed silently to himself.

Aya could have sworn she felt his touch, grazing her cheek much like before, though by the time she had gained consciousness he was standing near the foot of her bed. He was still there with her, though he wanted to make her feel like she was nothing to him, a mere human, she wanted to believe that she was something more or else he wouldn't have stayed by her side. The thought warmed her heart, though she didn't let him know this. She knew it was unnatural, for her to want to be near him always, for her to care for him so much even after knowing that he was a vampire. She knew that he could kill her at any moment, that his kind fed on people like her without remorse most of the time. She knew that he was dangerous and cold, and yet she wanted to be his. How weak she was, she couldn't let him know how much she was drawn to him, not yet. Though, odds were that he already knew by the way she looked at him.

He shrugged his shoulders as though he had done nothing but lend her a pencil, and yet she knew he had done something much bigger. He had saved her, it didn't matter how much he thought of it, she owed her life to him in her eyes. When he checked her body temperature, Aya didn't want him to take his hand from her face. With a bit of hesitation she grasped it, trying to keep him from pulling away as she asked him her question. It took all of her courage, but she managed to choke out those words before finally releasing his hand from her grasp. He didn't admit to caring for her, he didn't admit to anything, and yet he was letting her stay by his side. It was all she asked, not for his love or affection....for now being with him was good enough. If she was with him she would feel safe in this world of blood and darkness.

She could see it though, clear as day the way he blushed, the way he couldn't seem to find his words. A soft smile formed on her lips, and her eyes softened at the sight, not mentioning it to him, not wanting to embarrass or anger him, but she could see it. It was enough, she didn't want everything for him, didn't expect him to ever love her because she was a human, she was happy just being there with him in that moment. At least if she could stay with him she wouldn't be alone. He gave her a condition, and at the thought two of her fingers graze idly over the wound in her neck. She closed her eyes and gave a soft nod before looking back at him once more. "My blood is yours..." she replied to him, bowing her head slightly in understanding. It was a fair trade in retrospect, her blood for his protection, and in the end they would both get the company they silently desired.

She couldn't hold back her smile, though she didn't look at him, not yet. Instead she glanced to her lap tenderly. Part of her wanted to believe that it really was more than just for her blood he was allowing her to stay, but she wouldn't jump to conclusions and make a fool of herself. No, she would believe him when he glared at her, shying away a bit when he growled and then looking back to him with those shining eyes. "I won't..." she added, hoping that she wouldn't be too much of a bother to him. He was scary when he wanted to be, but she was still drawn closer even now as his eyes narrowed. His cheeks still gave way to his feelings, the redness that rested in them showing that she had somehow warmed him. She sat up a bit, kneeling on her bed as she looked to him, about at the same level as him while he sat and she looked a bit nervous.

"You can tell them I'm your slave..." she said to him quietly, knowing that he would need an excuse for his peers once they found out that she was a human. She knew that if his reputation was ruined it would be her fault, and so she gave him this option, sincerity in her expression. "You can tell them...that because of the sweetness of my blood you feed weekly but keep me alive. That you keep me alive so that the blood can be replenished and you can taste it again another day....because purity is rare." she wanted to help him come up with a way to keep in tact who he was to his peers while still letting her be by his side. She looked weak still as she knelt there, looking at him with such a gentle fondness. Not even the coldest of glares could melt away that look in her eyes.

Drake listened as Aya agreed to his little bargain, and a little smirk played on his face. He knew he had her wrapped around his little finger, and sadly, she had him just the same. He would protect her, and do anything he could for her. He hated how he felt, but he loved the way it felt to feel it. For once, he was happy to have someone to protect, someone that cared, and someone he... Someone he cared for as well. It was hard for him to admit it to himself, and he knew that he would probably never be able to admit it to her. Part of him wanted to keep it a secret. Wanted to hide it from her, and everyone else. Yet, there was another side of him that wanted to just shout it out to shout it out loud. Let everyone that could hear him say it know. Everyone that was around. He wanted so bad to let her know. He just couldn't find it in him to do so. That was his pride. That was his reputation. He'd be damned if he let all that go now.

Drake began to pace at the foot of Aya's bed, and listened as she began to speak. She had come up with an idea sooner than he had, and it surprised him to hear it. He actually thought that it sounded like a good idea. If the other vampires thought that she was his slave, they wouldn't bother her, because they'd know he'd come for them. If that were the case, he could secretly stay by her, and have her close at all times. And in return, she had agreed to let him drink her blood. He thought this was excellent. There didn't seem to be any flaws, but Drake overthought everything. In his head, ideas of them being caught raced through his mind. And what if she ended up having to leave the class? What if he got attached, and if she did as well, only for them to lose each other? This troubled Drake and he only began to pace quicker. His head was now filled with new worries that hadn't existed before. He needed to figure something out and he needed to figure it out fast.

Soon Drake stopped pacing and came to sit next to Aya, taking her head gently in his, touching her smooth, warm skin. "You realize we need to be careful, right?" His blue eyes deepened to a purple color as he looked up. This was rare, coming from him, because purple eys on a pure blood was something only seem when they had affections for another. Of course, he had no idea this was happening, but he locked his eyes to hers. "You need to understand that you can't act... Like you're happy. You need to seem... Well like a slave. No one is happy as a slave." He averted his gaze and brought his hand to his chin and cupped it thoughtfully. "If this is going to work..." He sighed. "I might have to be a bastard and commanding with you around the others." He turned back to her, not yet having let go of her hand. "You will need to follow any command I give." He hoped she'd be ok with this.

He also explained to her that in private, she would be his friend, and that he would be hers. He told her that he wouldn't be so mean with her all that, and once again, he reinforced his command to her of not getting in his way. Truth is, she still might, but the odds of him doing more than getting mad now were slim. He just wanted to avoid the inconvenience of it. Once he had finished explaining himself, he finally let go of her hand, and his eyes returned to their natural deep blue shade. He stood up and adjusted his color, looking her over. The dress she wore was elegant, and he had an idea. "To fit the part, I will get the masters to give you a special uniform. A dress, like that, in the school colors, with pink rose designs in lace." He turned to leave her room. "You will wear it. It will symbolize what you are." His famous smirk returned. "And I will get you a collar.

With a wave of his hand, he left her room, gently closing the door with a sigh. He was relieved, but he was still nervous about what could go wrong. No matter, he would sway any situation to meet his needs and his wants. He was Drake Kowai, anything he wanted, he got, and if something didn't go his way, he made it so it did. He slid his hands into his pockets and walked to his dorm. He had a single room, because he was upperclassmen, and he had status. His slipped off his suit coat and flopped on to his bed. His eyes closed ,and his nose was filled with her scent. He half wished that she had followed him. For all he knew, she might have. He wasn't paying attention. Not that it mattered. Right now, he couldn't stop thinking. Thinking about her eyes. Her lips. Her scent. Her blood... He desired her. With a sigh, he pulled a pillow against his chest, to imitate her against him. God, he felt stupid now.

Aya knew that she needed him, not only did she need his protection but she needed his touch as well, the sound of his voice. Everything about his being was entrancing, and even having her blood sucked by him made her happy simply because she knew that it was helping him, she knew he enjoyed it. It made her feel weak and helpless, but somehow so long as it was helpless to him she didn't mind. So long as she had him near her it was okay. Even his touch was perfecct, so cold and yet somehow so comforting to her warm skin. She didn't fear him, because he had given her no reason to do so. He had done nothing but help her since she had gotten to the class, though he outwardly seemed cold his actions spoke differently. Even his gaze spoke differently than his words. He made Aya wonder, made her feel something different than ever before and she liked it.

It was the perfect plan, it would let them stay close and justify her being in the class. It would explain the bite marks in her neck and keep her off limits to the others. In a way she actually would be his slave, letting him feed from her in return for safety and the feelings he instilled within her. Her personality was perfect, she had never been very outspoken or reckless, so being a slave in the public eye shouldn't be a problem for her. She didn't want to leave his side. Even if the school gave her the opportunity of leaving the class, leaving the school even she didn't want to be without him. It seemed rash for such a strong desire to come up so suddenly, but there was something about his she couldn't explain and if it came down to her actually being his slave she would have done it.

When his large hand grasped her own, amber orbs gazed up at him tenderly. She gave a bit of a nod at his words. "I realize that yes..." she answered, her eyes locked to his. She noticed the change, the alluring, deep purple color they had become, though she didn't know what this color meant being that she didn't know about vampires to begin with. She understood the act she would have to put on, listening to his every word and acting like the suppressed human slave they would all think her to be. She knew that for his reputation and her safety alike she would have to be treated differently by him when others were present. Her gaze never left his face even when he looked away and she ran her thumb gently over his cold flesh in a comforting way, offering a slight smile. "I understand what I'll have to do...master." she whispered to him, trying to see what it would sound like. In front of the vampires this was how she would have to address him, and coming from her gentle voice it sounded just like it should.

She listened as he explained the uniform he would get for her. This way it would show her ties to Drake as well as her status to the other vampires. After this incident after all they would know that she was a human. Without something so distinguishing she could be in danger. Then again it wasn't guaranteed that the vampires would behave even with knowing that she belonged to Drake. It sounded like a beautiful uniform as well, something that she would enjoy wearing much more than the usual uniform for the night class. It would fit her, and the lace would fit her role as a slave. It would be a dress that was meant for a slave, one to show her best features and make her pleasing to hr master's eye. At the mention of a collar she blushed for some reason, touching her neck a bit and looking up a him as he strode to the door. "Yes...that sounds perfect." she added, knowing that with every detail planned it would seem just as though she really were a slave meant for her unnaturally sweet blood. She wondered what wearing a collar would feel like, but realizing that the thought somehow flustered her she pushed it away, shaking her head.

After he left, she could feel a certain uneasiness creep into her mind. She knew that the scent of her blood was now in the air, and carefully she locked her door. The next day would be difficult, she would be known as a human, as Drakes human and that was sure to gain some reaction from the class. Luckily they wouldn't think him weak for keeping her when he explained about her sweet blood and what a waste it would be to kill an obedient slave with such pure blood. She hoped it would all fall into place. As she sat on her bed Aya began to feel lonely, thinking about those ever changing eyes, the way he held her like no other man could. Carefully she stood, opening her door and looking out. She wondered where his dorm would be, knowing only that it would be on the male side. She shut the door behind her, walking carefully down the hallways. Luckily they were still deserted and she only hoped they would stay that way until she found him.

It had been a long day, a frightening day and she no longer felt safe in her room, knowing of the dangers that lurked all around her, those blood thirsty classmates she had. Once she reached the boy's dorms she saw a door with a red rose on it, it looked just like that on Drake's suit he had been wearing. Carefully she moved to knock on his door, but with the first knock it had opened, not being fully closed in the first place. She stood there in his doorway, black lace dress bellowing about her thighs and bright hair and eyes shimmering in the dim light above her as she looked to him, seeming hesitant before she spoke. "I...I'm afraid to be alone." she admitted finally, her eyes showing the loneliness, the fear of being without him. Aya took a few steps into the room and glanced at her feet. "Could I stay here...for just a little while?" She knew this made her weak, but to him she was and it was okay if he knew that....she was already his.

Drake let Aya's words ring through his head as he felt the cold pillow on his chest. She had already started to call him master. And yet, he had never told her she had to do so. He assumed that this was good, though, because it would very much help them in convincing their classmates of who they were to each other. At least around them. It was essential that she be this way him, and him with her. it sort of ate at him. He didn't want to be like that with her but he knew he had to. He was glad that she understood. She wasn't as stupid as he had thought she was before. Before he knew she was human. He let his eyes fall closed as he thought about her. He remembered her laying in the courtyard under the tree. He loved the way the petals fell on and around her. The way her dress lay against her skin, outlining her thin frame. The way her hair was scattered across the grass, mixing with the green colors. "God," he spoke silently to himself, "she's beautiful..." he sighed and sat up on his elbows, pulling his cell phone from his pocket.

Dialing a number, he put the phone to his ear, and when the other end picked up, he spoke low, telling the person to make the dress specifically to her size, and exactly as he had said. He chanced the colors, though. He stuck to the same color for the rose and lace, but instead of school colors, he told them to make it black. She looked amazing in black, and he wanted to keep her that way. And this way, her dress would match his suit. He also requested that he have thigh high stockings with the same design, long elegant gloves with pink lazing at the top, and finally, the collar. Instead of a regular clip hoop, he requested that it have a "D" in red on the front, with red vine designs around it. Once he was done, he clicked the phone shut and lay back down. Busy on the phone had let him ignore her at the door, or at least not hearing it open. He shut his eyes once more, and sighed. "She'll look perfect..." Finally, he smiled. Not a smirk, or a grin, but a smile. And then he heard her. He heard Aya at the door, and it was gone as he jolted up on his bed, his eyes narrowing a moment.

His eyes finally relaxed, assuming she hadn't heard or seen anything that just happened, and he tilted his head at her request. In a way, it made him happy to see her, happy to know that she wanted to be with him even now, when she should be sleeping. He also, on the other hand, felt angered, not at her, but at the others. They had frightened her to the point where she couldn't even feel safe in her own room. He snarled silently before getting up, walking over to her. Roughly, he pulled her in, without meaning to, and shut the door behind her. He rested his hand against the door a moment and didn't turn back. He took a moment to calm down before turning to her, brushing her hair from her face and shoulder. He remained silent for a few moments more, considering her request, looking at her, watching her. He then moved away from her and to his window, turning to face her in the moonlight.

"You can stay." He nodded his head to the bed. "Don't make a habit of this, Aya..." He turned back and gazed out the window. "This doesn't fall into master slave behavior." He crossed his arms before walking to his kitchen, grabbing a fancy wine glass and filling it with cold water for her, bringing it to her and delicately handing it to her. "Drink this, and relax." He turned away, his look blank, almost careless, so different from the smile he had just been wearing. "Your new outfit will be here tomorrow, I assume you'll like it. And if you don't, that's too bad." His eyes half closed as he sat down in a throne like chair. It was clear that he was both wealthy and powerful. His bed was a massive canopy, that like everything else in the room, was black with the red rose design. The bed sheets were black silk, as were the pillow cases, centered with the famous design. His computer desk was a big, black L shaped desk, and he had a dual screen desktop with a small laptop off to the side. His television was a big flat screen, and everything was elegant.

His eyes watched her as she scanned the room. She didn't move from the bed though, and he blinked. "You can move, you know." She almost seemed scared, at least he thought she looked like it. He didn't move from his chair, letting her wander around the room as she wanted, if she wanted. As he sat, a thin beige and black cat, that much had the markings of a tiger, jumped up on to his lap. She lay there, and rested. He petted her as he continued to watch Aya, the same thoughts running through his mind. Her scent hit his nose like a firecracker in the sky, making his senses tingle. He shook it out of his head and pointed to the bathroom. "Full bath and shower, help yourself if you need to." His hand moved toward the kitchen. "And the kitchen. Not much food, but I'll work on that." He was almost inviting her to stay.

Aya had only arrived soon enough to hear him saying that she would look perfect, and see that smile upon his chiseled face. It was strange, she hadn't really seen him smile so openly. Seeing him looking so happy even just for that moment made her feel warm and she gazed at him fondly before speaking. When he heard her though he seemed a bit angered. She felt herself taken aback a bit before he finally stood. When he pulled her into the room she gasped slightly, surprised by how roughly he had tugged on her arm. Though he paused as though calming himself and when he turned once more he brushed her hair from her face gently. He obviously hadn't been mad at her, and she was relieved at that fact. Her hair tickled against her cheek as he pushed it aside, revealing her soft skin, and she smiled softly to herself at the feeling.

When he finally said she could stay, Aya felt a wave of relief wash over her, and relaxed a bit, walking over to his large bed. It was grand and elegant just like everything else in the room, and she took it all in slowly as her eyes gazed about carefully. "Thank you..." she said to him timidly, nodding a bit "I won't Drake, I know it's not proper for master slave behavior." she admitted softly, though she was glad that he was going to let her stay all the same. It wouldn't be good if people saw her just walking into his room, but after the scare she had gotten that day, she couldn't keep herself away from him. He looked so regal when he sat in the armchair, seeming all the more handsome to her. He was like a god the way the moonlight his his pale skin, his dark blue hair silky and his expression stoic as usual.

She was sure he would be attractive to any girl vampire or human, but she wasn't sure if they all felt this infatuation that she did. Slender fingers curled about the stem of the wine glass, and Aya sipped at it happily, contentment visible on her face as she rested her back against his silken pillows. It was like a small plaice of sorts, and she was sure it must have been one of the biggest dorms. As she sat there, sipping at the elegant glass, her gaze dancing about his room and over his form she offered him a sweet smile. "I'm sure I'll like it...if Drake picked it out for me." she said a bit playfully, her eyes bright before she looked away from him, slightly embarrassed at her words, though she was serious, knowing from his clothing and decor that he knew about making things look elegant.

When he mentioned that she could move Aya slipped off the bed and wandered about the room, footfalls light and expression curious. She glanced into the bathroom and then the kitchen, her expression softening at his next words. "It's a beautiful dorm...and thank you very much for your kindness. I really do appreciate it even if you have an ulterior motive." she said knowing that he would try to cover up his actions with some kind of excuse. She didn't care why he was doing it, he had treated her better than any others in her life thus far. She then wandered over to where he sat and looked down at the cat in his lap. With a tender glance she knelt before him, looking at the cat at it's own level. "What a cute cat." she said fondly before glancing up at Drake. She ran her hand across the cat's fur ever so gently, trying to comfort the animal so it wouldn't be afraid of her.

After pulling her hand away she yawned softly, rubbing her eyes for a moment before standing once more and looked at Drake, blushing a little. Without warning she leaned in close to him, pressing her warm soft lips against his cheek for a short while before pulling back and turning away, her face tinted with pink. "I'm sorry.." she added quickly, knowing it was out of line. Though she wanted to show her affections even if only a little. She wanted to let him know how he made her feel safe and how much she enjoyed being around him. She worried a bit, knowing that he could be mad at her and she set the wine glass down on a the side table, fingers interlacing with the hem of her dress. "I'm sorry...that's not proper behavior is it?" she asked him nervously, still keeping her gaze away from his face.

Drake listened and watched Aya closely. He couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off her, and he mentally cursed himself for it. He was not used to this, he wasn't accustomed to helping anyone, or wanting to be this way with anyone. He was never this nice, not with anyone. Not even when he had his family. But he just sat there and let her do as she pleased, not really caring to stop her. She was here, in his room, just as he had wanted. And he wasn't about to tell her that she had to go now, not after the had said she could stay. He wasn't the type to go back on his word, he had never done so, and he wasn't going to start now. Instead, he continued to stroke the cat on his lap as he watched Aya walk to the different places of the room, until he saw her come to him, and kneel. In his eyes, it was a true show of respect from slave to master, and he watched as the cat in his lap hid a moment behind his leg as Aya reached to pet her. It didn't take long for the cat to adjust though. 'Suck', he thought silently to himself.

Drake watched as Aya's hair fell over her shoulder. It seemed that no matter how many times he placed it over her shoulder, it always moved back to the front. Stubborn hair, he thought. But he smiled inside himself as he watched Aya. she was clearly happy, and that made him happy... Strange, he had never been happy before, not like this. There was happy, as in happy he fed, happy he'd live another day, but this happy... This was a happy caused by something real, caused by someone physical, and someone who wasn't just a source for a feed. Sure, he was going to feed on her every now and then, but that was part of their agreement. She had promised that to him in order for him to protect her. And it was a fair trade, but secretly, Drake wanted her to be around him as much as she wanted to be with him. He just had too much pride to let it be known. So instead, he hid it away, hid it from the world. He had never let anyone get this close to him, and it scared him to let her be this close, and to keep her so close. He'd deal with it, though, because he was happy.

When Drake saw Aya begin to yawn and rub her eyes, he knew it as a tell tale sign of fatigue. He watched as she stood, raising a brow curiously at her blush. She had done nothing to be embarrassed, so why was she acting so? Before he could think of a rational explanation in his head, his eyes widened as they felt a soft pair of warm lips on his cold cheek, and it brought color to his face. He was now the one blushing, and his eyes darted to Aya. He could now see why she had been embarrassed, she was shy of what she was about to do. With a sigh, Drake stood and placed a hand gently on her head, petting her for a moment. He said nothing as he walked past her to his dresser, pulling it open. He wouldn't say a word, not one, in fear that he would reveal that he liked what she had just done. She knew it was wrong, and he didn't want her to assume it may have been right on any level. So he quietly dug through the piles of shirts in the 3rd dresser from the top. He pulled out a silk shirt, much like the one he was wearing that day, adorned with the rose. H placed it lightly on the dresser, where it was revealed to be a long sleeves pajama top. He then pulled out silk shorts, which seemed to be his boxers.

once he had both of the articles out, he turned to Aya and pulled her close, turning her back to him. He didn't need to look at her to know what he was doing, so he began to work like a master. He moved all her hair over her shoulder over her chest, and his cold hands began to slide the zipper of her dress down. Like a gentleman, he continued to gaze away once the dress had fallen to the floor, his hands then clicking her brassiere open before his hands slipped through the straps and down along her arms. Once he had removed all of her clothing, save for her panties, he pulled the pajama shirt over her head and slipped it on carefully, pulling her hair through silently. He then moved in front of her, looking at her for the first time since he had started, kneeling. He opened the shorts and signaled for her to step in, pulling them up and on once she had. Now that he was done, he turned away from her and pulled the blankets from his bed, walking back to her. He knew he had embarrassed her, and shocked her, because the look on her face told a million stories.

Without hesitation, he picked her up into his arms as he had done when he had fed on her, and gently lay her in bed. He made sure that she was on a specific side of the bed before pulling the blankets over her. "You need to sleep, Aya." His voice had deepened to a low, soft growl. It wasn't one of warning, though... It was something more, it had a fondness. "Tomorrow, your new uniform will be here and ready when you wake up." He had a hard time looking at her, his eyes gazing away with his pink cheeks glowing in the moonlight. "Just rest... No one can hurt you here." He nodded his head, and quickly, before he lost the courage to do so, he gently placed a light, cold kiss on her forehead, laying her to sleep. He stood up after he had done this, and walked to the bathroom, leaving her to her dreams. He took a deep breath and placed his head in his hand, his fangs drawn. "What is she doing to me..?" He shook his head with a light snarl and ran a bath. He needed one now.

As she knelt before him, stroking the cat's soft fur she could feel his eyes peering into her very being. Though some would think it discerning, she was only flustered knowing that her "master's" gaze was so intently upon her. She liked the way he watched her, making her feel like he desired her company, enjoyed it even. As her hair tickled against ehr collar bone she remembered the way he had so gently swept it back, smiling fondly to herself. With a glance up at Drake she saw the slight smile playing on his lips and hers only grew more prominent. Though she knew to look away, for if he saw her watching him he would most likely have retracted the look of happiness. She loved being able to know that she was his reason for smiling. The first day they had met he seemed so cold and distant, yet when they were together like this it was almost as though her warmth was slowly melting the ice around his heart.

They weren't supposed to be together, weren't supposed to have had this reaction to each other. She should have ran after learning what he was, and yet she wanted nothing more than to run into his arms. He should have sucked her dry when he had the chance, though instead he was now placing the kiss of a sweet goodnight upon her forehead. This was unnatural, all others would frown upon them being anything more than enemies, but Aya couldn't contain the feelings that were emerging when their eyes met, when she felt his touch. He was being kind to her, and by the reaction of his class it wasn't something he usually did, then again she didn't usually trust people. It was ironic that the one she trusted the most was a vampire who could kill her within moments. That was the thing, he didn't kill her and that only added to his allure. In her eyes he was an amazing creature, so calm and provocative. He protected her fiercely and held her gently just like she had always wished for. She didn't mind that he was cold, that he was a killer, because when he was with her it was different. She was something special to him and though he tried to hide it she could tell the way he treated her was different from others.

Aya's back was still turned to Drake when he stood, afraid to see his reaction to her affection. She was surprised though when he gently pet her hair as if comfortingly. He didn't scold her or seem angry in the least, nor did he reassure her of her actions. Aya was left to ponder what he was thinking, though he only dug slowly through his dresser as she watched him. Part of her still thought it wrong to have kissed his cheek so suddenly, and the other wondered if maybe he had actually enjoyed it. She shook her head a bit, trying to clear her mind before he turned back to her. As she was about to speak, to apologize for such rash actions she was drawn to him and turned away from him. As she stood unmoving she wondered why he had spun her around. This time when his steady hands moved through her hair it was pushed to the front. It was unusual since all times before he had brushed it back behind her, but all her questions were silently answered when she felt the zipper of her dress sliding down to the small of her back.

With a slight gasp she turned her head to look back at him. He was looking to his side, eyes not even on her as the dress felt in a crumpled pile at her feet. She knew he wasn't watching her directly but she still felt embarrassed, eyes a bit wide and cheeks flushing. She felt her breath leave her and her chest became tight. She wanted to react, wanted to ask him what he was doing, and yet the feeling of his cold hands playing against her skin immobilized her and she couldn't find her words. He really did have a power over her, and she couldn't resist him. She sighed internally when he paused for a moment, wondering why he had done such a thing. Though she soon felt his touch again and as his hands slid down her arms a shiver ran down her spine, cheeks bright red and breathing a bit labored. "D-Drake?" she managed to finally stutter, hoping that his eyes were still averted as hesitant arms came up to cover her chest. She looked to the ground, feeling embarrassed and yet powerless against him. Her heart was racing, blood pumping and each breath became caught in her throat.

Luckily she was soon put at ease when the silk shirt was slipped over her head. Slipping her arms through, Aya let out a deep breath, the redness on her cheeks only subsiding slightly. Why was he dressing her when she could have done so easily? She couldn't figure it out, but she had enjoyed his touch though she was too flustered to admit so. As he knelt before her she could see the tint upon his pale cheeks and was able to smile for that moment, heart still beating violently against her chest. When she was swept up into his arms once more, Aya pressed her face briefly against his chest, breathing in his scent and trying to calm her nerves. He smelt of rain and roses, fresh and crisp and yet sweet as well, it was nearly intoxicating. Her body was limp against him as she was still in a bit of shock, but his strong arms did well supporting her before she felt the soft bed beneath her form.

His words were reassuring and he had a calming deepness to his voice. With a bit of a nod she looked up at him, the blankets covering all the way to her collar bone. 'No one can hurt you here' such simple words made her pulse slow and her gaze became more gentle. She looked happy, content as she watched him, wanting to say something, anything and yet her breath was taken away once more when she felt his cold lips against her forehead. It was a bit chilling and yet was such a wonderful feeling all the same. Instinctively her eyes fluttered shut and she smiled. "T-thank you..." she whispered sleepily before her mind went blank, her body limp. He had been able to fluster her so greatly and then calm her to sleep with so much ease. He really was in her way a master in the powers he had over her emotions.

After a few good hours of sleep, her body curled against the silk sheets, entangled in his blanket she stirred. Her breathing had been soft, movement limited because of the newly instilled sense of safety. She hadn't dreamed, nothing could have seemed more amazing than what was actually happening to her, and so she lay in the darkness of her mind, resting and recuperating. As she slowly regained her senses though she could feel how her body was engulfed in silk, how her body felt so at ease. She could also feel something else, the presence of another person and with a bit of effort she was sitting up in Drake's bed, looking about the room for him. She then noticed him next to her, not asleep but he was laying there all the same, and she slipped a bit lower onto the mattress. A small bit of light shone through the windows of the room and she knew that the flecks of gold would be dancing about her eyes. "Morning..." she whispered sleepily to him, her expression light and seemingly confused.

"Drake...would it be okay if I started sleeping when you did?" she asked him, glancing over at his form. "I mean because well, if I'm going to be your slave we'll need to be able to be awake at the same times. Also, I feel bad falling asleep in the middle of the day...at least the middle for you." She ran a hand down the silken shirt she wore, her cheeks growing a bit rosy at the thought before she looked into his eyes, feeling that sensation of being drawn in once again. "W-why did you dress me?" she finally managed to ask, her eyes casting downward right after. It wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed it a bit, but she was confused by him. Though if he didn't tell her she would question it no longer, so long as she was by his side.

Drake relaxed in the hot water of the bath he ran. His eyes shut as he lay in the water, the day's events replaying in his head. He couldn't believe where he was now, and it was harder to believe that Aya WANTED to stay with him. Most humans considered vampires to be monsters. Cold blooded killers of the night, stalking on innocent people to victimize them into being their next meal. In all honesty, yes, that's what vampires were, but they did have other qualities. Contrary to popular beliefs, vampires did have hearts, and they did have blood of their own. They were alive, and they had emotions too. But because of all the false media portraying them as heartless, it came to be that they just... Acted like it. Drake was different, though. He didn't like acting heartless, and he only did it because of the other vampires around him, his pure blood reputation, and his status. It was all he had, and if he lost that, he would rather be dead. Sadly, the life of an immortal keeps that from happening, and the only way to kill him would be for him to be sucked dry by someone he turned. And he turned no one.

His brain moved slowly through all the images it had seen since he had come back to his room, and the images that seemed dominant in his head, were Aya's reflection in the window. Though he hadn't noticed it before, he realized now that there was a reflection. As he was undressing her, her reflection showed him what he was doing, and yet, he couldn't recall being anything more than respectful. He never once looked where he shouldn't, and it seemed to him that his eyes had stayed focused on her face. He brought a wet hand to his head and lay his head in his palm once more. Slowly he pictured hr every curve, in his head, he could almost picture every little beauty mark on her body, and every defining line to her. He had never been able to picture someone so vividly, and yet she was stuck in his head. With a sigh, he let himself sink into the water, letting his whole body soak. The aches in his muscles soon vanished, and the day's stress melted away. He enjoyed baths, they always relaxed his entire being.

After having spent a good 45 minutes in the bathtub, Drake decided that it was time to get out. The pruning of his fingers seemed to mock him, telling him it was long past due. He hoisted himself up and out, wrapping his sleek, slender body in a towel before stepping out of the bathroom. The steam filled the bedroom, and as he looked over to the bed, he saw Aya peacefully asleep. He wondered how she could sleep so peacefully, how she could have no worries, even if he was there to protect her. He didn't understand her, but it made him smile to know that she felt safe to be with him. With a yawn of his own, he walked to his dresser once more and pulled out attire similar to that he had put Aya in, and slipped back into the bathroom. He finished drying himself off and slipped his clothing on, moving the towel to his hair and ruffling the water out. It felt good to be clean, and it would feel even better to get to bed. The clock said it was nearly midnight.

Once he was primed for bed, Drake carefully slid himself into bed next to Aya, who was still in as deep of a sleep as before, and still just as peaceful. If it weren't for him finally being able to hear her pulse, he might have thought she died, but lucky for him she was alive. He lay there motionless on his back for about an hour, doing nothing in particular, just laying, thinking, pondering. Once he decided to roll over, he closed his eyes and pulled Aya close to him, his chest to her back, and fell asleep. It didn't take him long, he was exhausted. His night was filled with darkness, no dreams, no nightmares, just a deep, calm rest, that made morning come ten times faster that it normally did. By the time he woke up, the sun was about to rise, and Aya was asleep, so carefully he moved and lay on his back, arms folded behind his head. At this rate, she would be up in no time. He looked over at his door, and noticed that her uniform for the day had been ready and delivered to him as requested. Good.

About half an hour after he had woken up, he felt Aya stirring next to him. He knew that she was waking up, and didn't bother moving. He lay there and watched her sit up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. When she turned to him and said good morning, he gave her a nod, closing his eyes. His eyes slowly opened again as she continued with her questions, his lips opening slightly. "I didn't go to bed too much after you Aya. I just don't sleep as long as a human." He nodded his head, sitting up slowly. He nearly choked at her next question, his cheeks getting red. He thought quickly for an answer, clearing his throat. "I just thought you might still be weak from me feeding on you..." He nodded his head. "I figured it'd be easier for me to do it, then let you do it, and possibly hurt yourself." He got up out of bed and walked to his door, grabbing her outfit. "It's ready, try it on?" For once, he let himself smile at her, only a small one, but a smile non the less.

Aya slept soundly, her mind wandering through thoughts of him, yet there was no dream. She could hear his voice ringing through her mind and smiled when he pulled her close against him. No, she didn't wake, but she felt it and snuggled close, enjoying the feeling as everything went dark. Many times in life darkness is frightening, though at a time like this it was a calm solace. It was true, being with him took her worries away. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her and from what and happened earlier that day she knew very well that he could protect her. Her own dorm was tin in comparison, it had no kitchen, just a small bathroom with a standing shower, sink, and toilet. It was a separate room, and the only reason it was even there was because the headmasters didn't want her having to share the bathroom and showers with the female vampires. Her bed was a twin, nothing like the large king sized bed he had. It fit both of them comfortably, especially with his body pressed against her back.

Subconsciously she knew he was holding her, though she wouldn't remember it when she woke. Who would have ever thought or a vampire to be so...cuddly? Though the feeling only lulled her into a deeper more relaxing slumber. Once she had woken, she was oblivious to his cuddling the night before, seeing him laying awake beside her. She was soon awake enough to see clearly around her and noticed his pajamas that were much like the ones he had slipped her into. Many of his things were silk, he probably only bought things of the best quality and material after all. It felt so smooth against her skin, flowing about with her every small movement. When he explained how he hadn't stayed awake long after she had Aya felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Thank goodness, then I can keep sleeping at night." she said with a bit of a smile. She would have been more than willing to change her sleeping habits for him, but still it was a relief to know that it wasn't necessary.

At her next question he became ever so obviously red and she herself was blushing once more. When he cleared his throat she looked up, listening intently to why he had done so without a single word. It seemed to make sense, and so she offered him a tender smile. "Oh...well thank you then, I really was still a bit weak. Though sleeping got my energy right back up." she added before slipping off the bed and standing up beside it. She didn't realize the window which had shown him her reflection, and so she remained blissfully unaware of the fact that he had seen so much, even though is eyes remained at her face. Just as he could picture her every detail she could do the same for him, his deep blue hair, those amazing eyes that changed with his mood, and every defined line of his face, every contour of his body. He was handsome beyond any other man she had ever seen. "Your pajamas are really comfy too, I'm glad I got a chance to wear them." her voice was soft as always, almost as though she was constantly afraid of saying something she shouldn't.

When he smiled to her, turning and presenting her with her new outfit she giggled a bit. It was nice to see him finally showing her his happiness, and she was sure to smile back in a sweet manner before taking the outfit into her hands. "But of course Master." she smiled and gave him a bit of a playful bow before heading into the bathroom. For some reason she was feeling a bit happier, still trying to get used to addressing him formally as 'master' before they had to go to class. When she shut the door behind her, Aya stripped down to her panties and slipped her bra back on followed by the elegant lacy dress he had ordered for her. It stopped mid-thigh, a bit shorter than the school uniforms, and the pink rose design was beautiful, so intricate and just like that on Drake's suit. She was amazed at how elegant it was and gently ran her fingers down the smooth material. With that she pulled on the thigh high stockings, they were black with pink ribbon adorning the top, and they left a good bit of skin between where they stopped and her dress began.

Carefully she picked up the collar he had gotten for her, tracing her fingers along the vine design and D on the front of it before slipping it onto her neck and making sure it was secure. Last came the long elegant laced gloves which matched the rest of the outfit perfectly. She looked like a porcelain doll as she stood there, so innocent and adorned in the finest clothes that complimented her beauty so well. Looking down into the bag she realized she had missed something and reached in to pull out a light pink rose hairpiece. She slipped it into her golden locks before slowly opening the door and stepping out into Drake's view. Her cheeks were the same pink as the roses and once she brought her shimmering amber eyes up to meet his crisp blue ones she managed to whisper to him. "W-what do you think Drake?" she asked him, fingers playing nervously with the hem of the fine dress.

Drake was glad to hear that she had slept well. He wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep in his clothing, it was quite a bit bigger than her thin frame. And thankfully, she hadn't seemed to remember him cuddled up against her, he was sure she would have said something if she did. So, he just silently stretched his arms with a yawn. He did nod to her, though, responding to her comments a little more. "You can sleep in those whenever you want, or I can have your own set, in your own colors, black and pink made." He nodded and walked to the kitchen, making a pot of coffee. Yes, he was a vampire that drank coffee. Everyone had weird habits, no? He took out two mugs, his own, and one for Aya in case she wanted one, then turned back in time to see her run off to the bathroom with a smile on her face. He knew she would love the outfit that he had made for her, and he knew she would look stunning in in. He listened as she ruffled through the bag, knowing what she grabbed and when she did.

He sat back in his chair as he waited for her to come out, eyes staring intently out the window. Their first class was in an hour, giving them enough time to go find her something to eat. Drake sat and wondered where they could, and then it clicked. She must have been from the human side of the school. Of course she was! He snapped his fingers and smirked to himself. "I'll take her to the cafeteria." He nodded his head, and sat back. He hoped that he would be able to get there and back with her in time to make it to class, and be able to get her some food without any trouble from the humans. They didn't know who he was, and they didn't know what he was, but he was sure they would know who Aya was, and he didn't want that attention, especially with the outfit she would be wearing. He got up silently and moved his dresser, which had been hiding a door that led into a walk in closet. Stepping in, he sorted through the racks until he found a black velvet cape, one that would match Aya's outfit, and put it aside. He took the time to change into his uniform, the black and white version of it. Black pants, coat, and cape, and a white shirt underneath.

He was done and ready by the time Aya came out, so he turned to her and looked her over. His jaw seemed to drop for a moment, but he caught himself, and began circling her, much as he had done the previous day. This time, he was checking every detail of the dress, adjusting it here, tugging it down there, and carefully looking at the stitching. With a small hmph, he walked to his drawer of the computer desk and pulled out a small sewing kit, and knelt behind her. Slowly, he threaded a thin needle and gently picked at the hem of the dress, making small repairs at the bottom, then at the shoulder straps. It took about ten minutes for him to be done and satisfied with it, and he turned Aya to face him, looking at the collar, hair clip, and the outfit as a whole. "You look perfect. Do you like it, Aya?" His smile was gone, but he had no anger in his voice, nothing threatening. He was neutral. "I like it, you look good." He nodded his head, and turned from her.

"But you need to eat breakfast, and to do that, I'll need to take you to the human campus, that's where you came from, right?" He pulled the velvet cloak from his chair and swung it over her shoulders, pinning it shut with a "D" pin, like the one on her collar. "I know you have friends there. If they ask, it's the new uniform for your new class." He looked her square in the eye. "You can't tell them where you're going to school now, nor who or what I am. These things stay between us." He pushed her hair back and moved behind her, taking his hair brush and brushing her long hair. "You are mine now. You are my slave, and you will do whatever I say." He turned her to face the mirror, staying behind her. "I am your master." He nodded his head toward the door. "Once we leave, you have no freedom." He knew she understood, so he left it at that, giving her her bag. "Let's go get you some food." He let her leave first, heading toward the human campus. This would be a fun experience.

When he offered to let her sleep in the pajamas whenever she wanted she thought it was a reasonable thing to offer, but when he said that he could have her own made she shook her head a little. Sure he was wealthy but she felt bad taking so many things from him, a new outfit, collar, and she had used his bed as well. "No no, I wouldn't want you to waste the money...I have a few night gowns of my own back at my room." she reassured him humbly. "Everything here is made of such a nice silk though, I just like the feel of it against my skin." That was why the pajamas had made her so happy, she never got to wear such fine things. After changing into the elegant dress which sat so perfectly against her every curve, Aya stepped out only to see Drake seemingly stunned for but a moment. It made her blush a bit more prominent to see his initial reaction, but he soon composed himself once more. She watched him as he circled about, inspecting her new outfit and was a bit surprised when he fixed the imperfections himself. She didn't know how old he was in vampire years but was sure he must have learned a lot in that time including how to sew.

She smiled sweetly and looked into his deep blue eyes. "I love it, thank you so much." she said with a very slight bow in gratitude. Though above all else she was glad he liked it, that was most important. She felt a bit like a princess in the outfit, though also like a slave with that collar. She didn't mind the collar even though some might have, but she did wonder if he would be chaining a leash to it at some point. It was more curiosity than anything else, she didn't fear him in the least, not when he was like this. "Yes I came from the human campus." she said softly, eyes following him as he draped the cloak over her small shoulder and pined it shut. Even the cloak was so fine, it was velvet and unlike the simple jacket she would have worn at any other time. Drake really knew about classic beauty and had them both dressed only in the most elegant and flattering things.

The "D" symbols on her cloak and collar would signify even more that she was his, his property and that she wasn't to be touched by any others. It was something like a brand, but one that the human girl was oddly proud to wear. She felt a bit uneasy with his eyes locked so intently onto her own but reassured him calmly. "I'll only tell them what you tell me to Drake...they'll think it's my new uniform...but who should I tell them you are?" she asked, making sure that she said only what he wanted the others to know. She would also have to let them know that she wouldn't be able to see them anymore, but planned to blame that on her studies. When he moved behind her and began brushing her long silky hair she felt her eyes drift to the floor.

It was a calming feeling, and he seemed to dote upon her a bit, but it was certainly in a good way. He treated her a bit like a doll, dressing her, brushing her hair. She was in fact like a doll in a way though, so delicate and helpless. One wrong move and she could break, she was something that he needed to care for, but in return she would remain his until the end of time. He made sure she looked perfect, made sure she knew what she would need to do, he really was like a master and a good one at that. He was a master with a very fine and rare slave, a fair human girl with pure blood and unfathomed obedience to her master.

She lowered her head in understanding, preparing for the ruse they would have to keep up once they left that room, the way his every word would soon become her law. "I understand master." was her solemn reply, the same she planned to use often through the day, though most likely not in front of the other humans. Taking her bag into her soft hands she headed out the door before him, walking a bit into the hallway before waiting for him to lead the way. Walking in front of her master wouldn't be seen as proper conduct for a slave after all. She looked down the hall, following him once he headed towards the human side of the campus. Once they had finally arrived to the cafeteria Aya looked up at Drake almost as though looking for confidence or even guidance before one of her friends ran up to her. "Aya!" she shouted and smiled brightly as she stood in front of the girl.

Aya gave a timid smile "Hello Mina." she greeted before heading towards where the food was, still trying to stay close to Drake. "What are you wearing? Are you cosplaying?" the girl laughed a bit. Aya only shook her head, and then looked up at Drake. "Oh no this is my new uniform for the class I was transferred into, but I'm just here to grab some food. I'll have to eat it on the way to class though and then I have to study so...I'm in a bit of a rush." she said trying to avoid being stalled any longer as she ordered a salad to go from the counter. The man gave a nod and began preparing it, but soon a boy about Aya's age came up next to the girl who had been standing there. "Hey Aya." he greeted with a charming smile and Aya nodded a little. "Hello." Though Mina continued as she waited. "It's such a beautiful dress, I wish I could transfer now." she mused before looking up at Drake. She seemed almost amazed at how handsome he was, staring for a while.

The boy looked Aya up and down and smiled. "You look beautiful Aya." he complimented before he caught sight of Drake as well. "Who's this?" he asked almost as though he was jealous. The boy's name was Mitch and though she was oblivious he had been harboring a crush on Aya for quite some time. Apparently to anybody else it was obvious, yet she didn't know. She glanced up to Drake nervously, wanting nothing more than for her salad to be done so that they could leave. After all this attention from all the eyes in the room she was quite anxious.

[Blitzkrieg]

Drake watched Aya closely as he noticed that she had took to walking behind him like a good slave. This had put a smile on his face, if even for the time being, and he walked silently along the halls. Like a tell tale sign of his relaxation and nonchalant nature, Drake pushed his hands into the tight pockets of his pants as he walked, his eyes examining the morning sun peering over the great walls of the school into the courtyard. Birds could be heard singing, and squirrels were hunting for food, while butterflies floated on by. For a moment, Drake had a mental picture of a beautiful butterfly clip in Aya's hair, and made a mental note to have one made in the same pink that was on her new uniform. He looked back once more and locked his eyes to Aya with a smirk. She was following along obediently, and she was almost happy to be where she was. Anyone could see that she was unhappy, but Drake knew that this was just an act in case other vampires were wandering the morning halls. He was glad that Aya listened so well, it made this situation so much easier.

Drake half yawned and tilted his head back a bit, feeling the bones crack. He sighed with content as the tension left his body, tilting his head from side to side for the moment. He slowed his pace until Aya was at his side, then continued, keeping only slightly ahead of her. He didn't want her to fall too far behind him, but he wasn't to let her walk in front of or beside him, because that could foil their plan. Good for him that he chose not to keep her too close, because one of the vampires that had attacked her the day before decided to wander down the hall. Though he said nothing, he gave Drake a glare, and then one to Aya, but Drake only snarled a warning growl and continued the walk to the human campus. It wouldn't be long until they would need to cross over via the linking bridge of the two wings. It was forbidden for the humans to come in, and forbidden for the vampires as well. Drake didn't care, this was a special occasion, and it would be one of the last times he ever crossed that line, as well as Aya. He had every intention of taking her food shopping that day after school, because he knew she needed to eat, and he knew they couldn't keep coming this way.

It was only another minute or so before they got to the bridge, and once they had crossed, the cafeteria was only a short walk away. So this time, Drake let Aya lead the way, after all, he didn't know his way around, and she did. Besides, there was no one here to fool. Even though he knew they would get looks and questions, he didn't need them asking anything that was too personal. Drake smiled as they found the cafeteria, watching as Aya ordered her meal. However, when he friends began to crowd, he began to feel anxious to leave. There were too many eyes on them, and they either needed to be distracted, or they needed to be told to leave. Drake only kept his hands in his pockets as the questions began coming out, his eyes cool and calm, his complexion cold and solid. Soon however, at the question of the outfit, Drake's eyes went hard with worry and shifted to Aya. Thankfully, she had remembered the explanation of the uniform and he nodded to her, reassuring her that she had done and said the right thing. Drake's eyes wandered around to each person around them, until they befell a boy, a boy that Drake almost immediately didn't like.

Protectively, Drake stepped up behind Aya with a hand on her shoulder, a charming smile playing on his lips. "Hey ladies, and gentleman." His eyes shot a glare to Mitch. "I'm Aya's guide for her new class! in the next few days she will be moved to a new school entirely, and she's just here to eat and say good bye." He nodded his head and adjusted her cape to hide the bite marks on her neck. "She didn't want to leave without saying good bye, and so I escorted her off campus to come see you all." Drake looked at the chef behind the counter who had just finished the salad, and his long arm reached out to grab it. "Sadly, we must be off, or else Aya here will be late for class." With a quick nod of his head, he turned to leave, waving back at the others, but his eyes still shot a glare to Mitch. "Pleasure meeting you all." With his last line, Drake had a bit of a sinister tone to it. He knew what Mitch was feeling for Aya, and he didn't like it one bit. He wouldn't let that boy come near her if he could help it. So, silently, he tugged Aya along until they were out, leaving back to their campus.

He patted Aya's head approvingly, nodding to her. "Great job back there." He gave her a short smile before shoving his hands back into his pockets, the salad under his arm. With expression was calm once more, nonchalant, peaceful. He was glad that Aya had handled the situation so well, but there was something about that Mitch boy that ate at his head. "That boy... What was his name? I didn't like him. He looked at you as if you were property." His fangs had come out instinctively, and his eyes were hard. "He rubs me the wrong way, please stay away from him." Drake looked at Aya. "You know it's best that you stay away from them all, but I only request that you stay away from him." He nodded his head, his decision final. He knew that Aya would agree, and he was glad for it. He hoped he'd never have to talk to that Mitch boy, but he had a feeling that he just might have to deal with him sometime. He sighed and walked along silently.

Aya's eyes wandered over the scene in the courtyard as well, smiling inwardly though she wouldn't do so visibly to others. The hem of her dress played along her milky thighs and slender fingers remained intertwined in front of her as she walked, looking at her feet for a good while. If she kept her eyes lowered she would seem unhappy and oppressed just as she was supposed to. It was so peaceful outside and it put her at ease as she followed carefully behind Drake. She really was content where she was, being with him even though they had to keep up with this ruse. Then again it was only a bit of a ruse; in a way she was his slave and he treated her as such even in private if only a little. The only difference was their emotions that had to be hidden, and the extent to which he controlled her. She knew her place when they were in the public eye though, and was sure to think carefully about each thing she did so that things would be easier for both her and Drake alike. She didn't want to upset him, after all he was all she had here...he was all she had left anywhere.

When one of the boys who had pinned her down came down the hall Aya felt her heart rate quicken. She was frightened, but why wouldn't she be after what he had intended to do to her. His glare shot right through her and she looked away, staying close enough to Drake to feel safe, but still in her place behind him. The sound of Drake's rumbling growl seemed to calm her as the boy continued walking. Being with him really was the safest she could be in this part of the school and she allowed herself to breath more calmly. Once he had passed them and turned down a new corridor Aya smiled softly and briefly to Drake, showing how he put her at ease. He was her master and a good one at that, he knew how to treat her and how to keep her safe. In return she would stay loyal to him through it all....even when she didn't have to be his slave per say.

Drake seemed much more composed than Aya during the barrage of questions, yet she knew that deep down he was probably a bit anxious as well. At his nod she knew she had done well and let out a soft sigh of relief before looking at Mitch who had apparently just complimented her. Not a word left her lips before Drake came behind her, his arm slipping about her shoulders. She felt her body and mind relax as he spoke, looking up at him what that fondness that she had for no other. Not only did Mitch notice this, but the glares from Drake were painfully obvious to him as well. Mitch huffed a bit at the interruption and shot a glare right back, though once Aya's eyes fell upon him he smiled. This boy really did feel something for Aya and he disliked Drake just as much as he did him.

The girls about them only stared in awe, looking mesmerized by Drake's voice and appearance. None of the human boys looked anything like him, nowhere near as dashing. On top of that Aya was also unusually beautiful and well put together. They whispered amongst themselves, feeling a bit jealous that Aya was able to be around him but also happy for her. Girls were like that at times, yet Mitch on the other hand felt no happiness about this new situation and even less about the fact that she was apparently transferring schools. Mitch ignored Drake and looked back at Aya, his glare fading once more as he smiled a little. "Aya, we're gonna miss you. Lets try to all get together again before you leave." he said with a bit of hopefulness in his voice, but Aya only looked at Drake, glad when he started to pull her away. The girls gave Aya one last hug and smiled at Drake. "It's our pleasure!" they shouted after the two and Mitch went back to his table brooding a bit. "She could talk for herself you know..." he muttered under his breath as he was walking away.

Aya smiled to herself when Drake pat her head, glad to have earned his praise. She was afraid she may have done something wrong, but he seemed pleased with her and so she could relax, lagging a bit behind him once more as they returned to their side of the campus. When Drake asked about the boy Aya thought back to the only one who had really seemed to stick out and looked up at Drake. "That was Mitch..." she said softly before biting her lower lip. "Did he really?..." she really didn't notice the way boys seemed to react to her at times, and in her mind Mitch was just another guy from her class. She noticed his fangs and realized just how much Mitch had bothered him, still unsure of why but she nodded all the same. She placed her hand reassuringly on Drake's for a moment and looked into his eyes. "I'll stay away from him." she said plainly, understanding that if there was that much worry from someone like Drake then it was probably best to listen despite how nice the boy seemed.

Quickly she released his hand once more, not wanting to ruin their cover before they arrived at the courtyard. There was still a bit of time before class and so Aya set to work on eating her salad quickly. Despite her rush she still ate like a lady, very carefully and with small bites. She had been taught proper table manners by her guardian and so she knew well enough how to act. With the first few bites she closed her eyes, smiling a bit at the taste. She loved the salads that the school offered and really did need it after her ordeal the day before. This would give her enough energy for the next class at least, so it was good enough until they got proper food to keep in her dorm. She kept her eyes on her food for a while before looking up at Drake once again. The petals were falling just like before, the pink matching that of the rose sewn into her dress and she looked just as she had the day before, finally finishing her salad as her eyes locked onto his own. A single cherry blossom petal had entangled itself into her flowing hair unnoticed and she brushed another from her skirt softly.

"Master, am I going to have a leash?" she asked curiously. She had only just caught herself, about to call him Drake before realizing that there could be other vampires listening from around them. It was five more minutes before their class began and so they would have time to get there before the bell at this rate. She was still a bit worried about the class' reaction to her new scent and outfit. It was easy to see the apprehension in her bright golden eyes. She would have to do her best to be a obedient slave to him and avoid the others in the class when she wasn't by his side. She stood slowly, looking a bit healthier and much less pale after the meal. She stepped behind him and with a tender look she tilted her head. "I'll do my best for you..." she said softly, almost inaudible to any but herself and him. It was true, this was for him and herself but most of all she wanted to keep him happy. She took a deep breath, determined and ready for what was to come.

Drake nodded his head when Aya acknowledged his words, glad that she was understanding his point about Mitch. His hands fiddled idly with the keys in his pockets as he walked along, not saying anymore than he needed to, since the morning traffic had begun. Vamps were swarming the halls, some to shower, some to have a morning feed, and some just to be early for class. It was rare, but there were some vamps that wanted to be goodie goodie. Straight A's, suck ups, all around good kids. It was ironic because of what they were, but who was Drake to tell someone that they couldn't be a certain way? As long as they stayed away from him, that's all that he wanted. And though the occasional one gave a weird glance to either him or Aya, most understood who she was to him, and most didn't care. There were some that wished to cause trouble, but didn't dare go after Aya, knowing what Drake would do to them. He avoided her question so far.

Drake moved elegantly through the hall, weaving between people that past by until he made it to the courtyard entrance. He let Aya sit by the tree so she could eat, standing not too far from her to make sure that others didn't give her trouble. Finally, he decided to answer Aya, turning to face her. "I will get you a leash, and you will wear it during busy hours of school." His eyes were hard, but hidden inside were his affections for her. "You will wear it whenever I say." He turned back to watch the morning traffic, leaving her to eat silently. His hands had come out of his pockets and his arms had crossed over his chest as he leaned against the tree behind him. He closed his eyes temporarily, enjoying the morning sun on his face and the sound of the animals around him, hearing what he could past the morning shuffle. Today would be a busy day, most classes had tests today, and most were rushing to class. A half smile played on his lips as he remembered what it was like his first year in that school. Hard as hell, then he made a name for himself and things had never been the same since. He was a Junior now, and even though he wasn't a senior, even the upper class men respected him, there were some that still gave him trouble.

Drake pulled his arm free for a moment and looked at the time, noticing that they only had 5 minutes to get to their next class. With a huff, he stepped away from the tree and faced Aya. "Come slave, it's time for class, and you know what happens if we're late." His eyes were narrow for effect and his voice had a low growl, but once Aya got up, he walked off in direction for their class. People who had heard him were staring somewhat at Aya, whispering about her new status as a slave to Drake. Some of the female vampires wondered what it would be like to be with Drake all the time, and some viciously wanted to tear her neck out for it. All the males were either pissed as all hell at him, or furious they couldn't have her. Glares were shot, whispers were murmured, and rumors were started. None of it fazed Drake as he turned into his first class, pointing to a corner desk. "Slave, you sit there beside your master." He sat in the desk next to the one he had picked, eying Aya carefully as well as the other students. He was pleased to see that the ruse was working.

Drake pulled out his books and pens, getting ready to take his daily notes. Funny glares arrived from his classmates and then he remembered. He had a slave now. So, turning to Aya, he gave her his pens. "Slave, you will take all the notes today, and you will re-copy them for me as well." He nodded his head to Aya. He wouldn't make her re-copy them, but rather just copy his notes from hers. "Make sure you write EVERYTHING down." He made sure that Aya would take FULL notes the way he did. He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, paying attention to the lesson, ignoring the glares and the whispers. He just sat there, as if nothing was happening, glancing over at Aya every now and then, giving her silent nods of approval and reassurance. He smiled at her once quickly when he saw her notes, noticing how neatly written and organized they were. He was proud of her. He slipped her a note that told her they would be getting her food today.

Once class was over, they shuffled to their next class, where for all four classes of the day, they had the same routine. She would take her notes his way, and he would put them aside to copy them later. Once all their classes were over, Drake dragged Aya to the school parking lot, and to his car. "Get in, we're going to the supermarket." His keys jingled in his hand as he opened the door and slid in. Once Aya was in and buckled, he started the car and sped off into the city, finding the biggest supermarket he could find. "What kind of food do you like?" He looked at her as he parked. "You can get anything you want here." He pulled out his wallet and handed her all the money inside, which was about five hundred dollars. "Want me toe coem with you, or stay here and wait?"

Aya's eyes wandered from Drake's back to the vampires around them. Many were watching them and she bit her lip nervously, fingers interlacing with the ruffles of her dress as she lowered her gaze. They were whispering, talking, and some were even sniffing the air at the smell of her sweet blood. One of the seniors smirked at her when she glanced up, looking as though he was about to pounce at her and yet he didn't, knowing that Drake was right there. Her heart was racing and this only drew more attention to the frail girl as she walked through a hallway of predators. She looked nervous and frightened, playing her part well as she walked directly behind her master, being sure to stay close but not too close just as she had been told when they first met. The cherry blossom petal that had been entangled into her hair was brushed loose by a breeze from the courtyard windows and floated up above her, landing on the senior who had been eying her. He grinned to himself and took the petal between two fingers, gazing almost longingly at Aya as Drake led her to their class.

When he spoke to her there was a clash of gold and blue, their eyes meeting. She could see how he tried to glare at her, and yet his eyes had a purple tint to them...she could see the gentleness hidden behind the harsh look. She gave a nod, not saying a word and only lowering her head respectfully at his decision. She wondered what it would be like...wearing a leash but figured she would find out soon enough. She didn't want to risk acting too friendly, and so she just looked back to her food, idly fingering along her collar. She does her best to relax now that they're outside and most of the other vampires wouldn't venture into the sun directly. Right after finishing she looks up at Drake and stands, following after him, her dress blowing about her thighs "Yes master". Her voice was still so soft, so gentle, not a single person would doubt that a man like Drake could overpower her both mentally and physically. She tried to ignore all others around her but Drake, closing her eyes for a moment to get focused before following him diligently once again.

The senior from earlier glared at Drake when they entered the building once more, though Aya wasn't looking. She did however notice the rather intimidating vampire girls who looked as though they wanted to kill her on the spot for being able to spend so much time with Drake. Never had he shown any interest in them and it made them furious that a mere human had now gotten him all to herself. They didn't care that she was a slave, most of them would have become one for him if he had ever asked anyway, Drake was powerful and handsome after all. Aya tried to slow her heartbeat, brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and looking up when they finally reached the classroom. Taking her seat beside Drake she took the pen and paper. "I'll do my best master." she replied to him, listening to the lesson more intently than she had before and taking down the notes as carefully as she could manage with the feeling of so many watching her.

Her gloved hand flowed silently across the paper, taking down the notes just how Drake would have, hoping that she was doing well. She looked so graceful, so engulfed in pleasing her master. So many of the boys wanted to have her as their own for not only her blood but her obedience, yet she would rather die than be taken from Drake's side at this point. Aya would always be his despite what those around them felt. She would deal with the ridicule, the glares and rumors so long as he was watching over her. At his quick reassuring smile her cheeks became ever so slightly pink as she smiled only with her eyes. She was trying so hard to hold back from looking happy and yet that quick smile of his made her eyes light up for a moment none the less. As she read the note about the food she glanced at him fondly, silently letting him know that she understood before they went to their next class.

It was the same routine, she took the notes and in her mind he was the only one with her. It was good that he was beside her, blocking her from the prying eyes of their peers as she worked. One of the female vampires growled at her while walking by and Aya didn't lift her eyes from the paper, ignoring the girl and acting as a slave should, though deep down she was frightened, her breath quickening a bit. "Hello Drake..." she girl whispered seductively to him as she passed, giving him a bit of a wink in hopes of earning his attention. The fact that he was so indifferent to many only made her want him more, but she would have to get the little slave girl out of the way first.

Aya was surprised when he suddenly pulled her to the parking lot and told her to get into the car. "O-okay..." she stuttered before hopping into the passenger's side. As they drove off a soft sigh of relief left her plump pink lips and her body relaxed dramatically against the seat. It was obviously hard to act so properly around the school grounds and even just this little moment of relaxation made her happy. She looked content, eyes shut and lips slightly parted in a gentle smile. When he asked what kind of food she liked her eyes opened once more, scanning over his rugged face. "Um....well just about anything.." she answered hesitantly, looking up at the supermarket they had pulled into and then back to him. She smiled a bit more noticeably when he said she could get anything she wanted and took the money from him gently.

Seeming surprised she handed him back three hundred dollars from what he had given her and shook her head. "I can't spend so much of your money on food. After all we'll have to be able to bring it to the room easily right?" she reassured him before looking down at the left over two hundred. He really must have been rich to be carrying so much around normally, but she didn't care how rich he was, it made no difference in her mind. "I'll go, I don't want you to have to follow me around just so I can buy food." she said thoughtfully before hesitantly brushing her hand against one of his own and exiting the car. She wished she could have done more for him yet knew that this was best for now.

It took her about half an hour to shop, getting the things she could eat and many that wouldn't go bad for a while. People had looked at her strangely, commenting about her outfit to themselves and seeming curious about the collar. Though, many of the shoppers seemed to find the outfit elegant and thought of her as some rich heiress or something of that sort. Aya looked a bit strained as she carried six bags to the car, three clenched in each hand carefully. Opening the trunk she put them in with a bit of a groan, her hands slightly red from the weight, but she had managed. When she came back around to the front she smiled at Drake and plopped herself back into her seat. "That should be enough for a while, and I have some money left." she said holding out fifty dollars to him. Aya bought most of the less expensive things because it was what she was used to eating, so it wasn't hard to keep her fed.

"Thank you so much." she said sincerely, gazing up at him with a look that shone through for him and him alone. "You've been taking such good care of me and I...well I really can't thank you enough." she admitted timidly. Her cheeks became a bit flushed once more and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him as she spoke. "Please feel free to drink from me whenever you need it...even if it's more than once a week." she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "Just please....please don't make me leave your side. I'll do everything you want if I can just stay with you. I don't understand it....but even being your slave would make me happier than being a wife to somebody else." her voice faded into a whisper and she stayed looking at her feet, knowing that she should have said such a thing.

Drake's driving skills were impeccable. They were all you would expect from someone as graceful as him. He weaved in and out of traffic, avoiding red lights and road blocks with ease. It was almost as if he knew where everything would be placed before they even made it to the location. They past car after car, stores, pedestrians, and many other small locations between their school and the supermarket. He pulled in carefully to the massive parking lot, finding a spot that was close so Aya wouldn't need to walk far. He unbuckled his belt, assuming she would want him to go in, but when he was told that she would be okay on her own, he nodded and sat back. He didn't expect to be handed back $300 out of the $500 he gave her, but he slipped it back into his wallet none the less. He figured she knew what she was doing, so once she was gone, he turned on the radio, sat back, and closed his eyes. Music always seemed to relax him, and it was his favorite way of passing the time. Sometimes hours would go by with him feeling as if it had only been minutes.

Drake almost drifted off to sleep as he waited for Aya. He thought of the day, remembering how she spoke, and how she acted. Mentally, he was studying every little detail, seeing if there was any one thing out of place. It didn't seem to him that there was, but he needed to make sure. Aya and him had everyone fooled. The way she spoke to him, the way he treated her. All was going so well, and he couldn't see a fatal flaw in the plan yet. Thankfully, anyway. Drake's breathing was low, quiet, as the music flowed through his head. He didn't know how long it had been, and he didn't care if Aya took a century in the store, as long as he could listen to this song forever. It was an orchestrated piece, something that was on a random mix CD of his shoved into the player. Not that he minded it. Drake listened to all kinds of stuff, and this happened to be one of his favorite tracks. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the car trunk open and slam shut, jolting up in his seat, looking around. When he spotted Aya, he took a deep breath and relaxed.

He waited for her to get in before starting the engine again. He took the money that was left over and shoved it into his pocket. His eyes widened a moment when Aya spoke, but he stayed calm, taking his time to pull out of the parking lot. "You would rather..." her words rang through his head and he could hardly believe she had even said it. But it put a smile on his face, and he nodded his head to her. While driving down the road, he kept looking to Aya from time to time. "Are you sure you're going to have enough? I didn't see what you grabbed, but you didn't use a lot of money." He drove with one hand firmly gripped on the steering wheel, the other resting on the gear shift. He began weaving in and out of traffic again, moving his hand from the gear shift to Aya's, giving it a little pat. "You did good today by the way. The way you were acting and the way you listened." He didn't lie, he was, and what she had said moments ago had only made him happier and given him more confidence about the whole situation. He gripped her hand in his for a moment.

Drake moved his hand back to the steering wheel when he took his next turn, taking a right turn into a pet store parking lot. He picked out a parking spot and parked the car, taking his belt off before pulling the keys from the ignition. He turned to Aya and nodded toward the store. "I've got to make a stop in there for Damian. I'll be back out in a few minutes." He slid out of the car, and seemed to float to the store. He wasn't in there longer than 5 minutes, coming back out with a large bag of cat food, and a bag about the same as the cat food of litter. Drake didn't get out much, so when he did, he made sure to stock up enough to last until the next time he ventured out. He added the cat food and litter to the trunk before plopping back into the car, igniting the engine, and taking off to a few more stops. By the time they had gotten back to the school, the sun was already starting to set, and Drake had bought about $400 worth of stuff for him alone, not including the $150 of food for Aya. Once hey were back, he speed dialed a number on his cell, and in moments, there were people there to help them carry everything in. Drake carried nothing, and Aya only her food.

Once inside, Drake took Aya's bags from her and began to carefully organize and store her food in the cupboards and the fridge, making sure it all had it's own little place. Once that was done, he moved to his bags and pulled out many things. From one bag, he pulled out a nice long dress, and a few other female garments, opening his closet. He placed everything on hooks and hung it all up in specific parts of the closet. "Aya, these are your weekend clothing." He nodded. "They aren't special made, but they are elegant enough to represent who you are." He turned back to her, closing the door. "when my tailor is back, I will have him make you better clothing. And I won't let you say no." With a nod, he returned to silently putting his stuff away before greeting Damian, his cat, and feeing him. He then turned to Aya, brushing her hair once more. "Will you be sleeping in the same clothes as last night tonight?"

Aya was surprised to see Drake so startled but was glad that she hadn't scared him all too badly when he relaxed once more. She had been so worried about his reaction to her words, thinking that he would have been upset, but instead there was no a smile upon his face. She felt her whole body become warm, a fluttering in her stomach caused her lips to form a soft smile as well. It was unexpected to say the least, but she was glad that her statement had actually made him happy. Wiping away the single tear from her cheek, she looked up at him with timid affection shining in her eyes. "Oh, well I bought enough for a while at least..." she said softly, thinking about the food she had picked out. "I do tend to buy inexpensive things though...I think it's a habit." Aya had never really had enough money to buy expensive groceries so one hundred and fifty dollars was enough to feed her for a while if she used it properly. Most of the things she chose needed to be cooked anyway so they generally had more than one serving in them as opposed to canned food. Not to mention, it would probably better in the long run since canned food had preservatives in it and she was a pretty good cook anyway.

As his hand fell upon her own Aya's gaze shifted down before moving back up to his face. She was glad to be praised and her face lit up for a moment as she felt his hand close softly around her own. "I'm glad I've made you happy." she said with a gentle look "I'll continue doing my best." with a soft nod she glanced out the window. She really was excited to have done well and wanted to keep making him proud, but it wasn't just for making him happy either. For the good of both of them and for them to be able to stay close to each other she had to do this, and so she would be his complete slave in the public eye, a devoted companion of sorts in private. When his hand was placed back on the steering wheel hers want back to resting placidly on her lap. At times they acted like an awkward couple that was just starting out. At others they acted like a slave and master to the fullest of the description. Though they were completely opposite ways of acting, in reality they were a bit of each. Even if it weren't for the ruse they had to preform they would still act a bit like slave and master. It was how their personalities worked and though it wouldn't be to such an extreme as they played off, she would have still been devoted to him just as strongly as a slave.

She gave him a bit of a nod when he left the car, listening to the mixed CD for a while until he came back with cat food and liter. She smiled a bit when he got back in. "So your cat's name is Damian?" she asked curiously, tilting her head a bit. "He's a very sweet animal, but I'm afraid I scare him a little." she admitted, remembering how the cat had shied away when she tried to pet it. It was probably only because she was new that Damian was frightened, but she wasn't sure if he liked people other than Drake at all. There were many more stops before they finally got back to the school, and each time Aya watched him slip in through the doors with that grace that never seemed to leave him. He really was very elegant in the way he carried himself and dressed, never would one have thought him anything less than stunning in every way. Each long stride he took was steady, his calm demeanor barely ever faltering, it was extraordinary.

She was a bit surprised when they got back and so many people came out to carry things. Hopping out of the car, she got her bags of food and carried them back to the room with as much steadiness as she could manage. She watched as he put away the clothes and then the clothes. Her eyes wandered slowly over the dress and other clothes that she figured must have been for her since he certainly wasn't going to be wearing them. "I think they're beautiful." she said when he mentioned them not being specially made. She really didn't mind since they were very nice clothes anyway. She wasn't used to wearing such elegant things in the first place so who would she be to complain to him about the wonderful clothes he bought for her? He then mentioned getting his tailor to make her special clothing when he returned. She was about to object to being treated to such expensive things, but he had already covered not listening to her objections and so she just smiled a little, slightly embarrassed that he already knew she would oppose. "If you say so Drake...thank you." she answered, taking advantage of the short amount of time they had alone when she could actually address him by name.

At the feeling of him brushing her hair she blushed. It was an unusual feeling, but a pleasant one as well and her whole body seemed to relax at his touch. "Well, if it isn't too much trouble would I be able to get one of my nightgowns from my room to wear for the night instead?" she asked him softly. His pajamas were comfortable yet but for whatever reason she was much more comfortable wearing dresses even to bed. She had been raised always wearing skirts and dresses after all, so anything else had become uncomfortable to her. Eyes lowering to rest on her stocking clad legs she continued. "I could sleep there tonight if it would be less troublesome. I know that me staying her could maybe cause a problem." her feet shifted a bit and she ended up standing pigeon toed. Yes she was still a bit scared, but he had told her that staying at his room wasn't proper slave master behavior and so she would stay in her own if he preferred it.

Once he finished brushing her hair Aya turned to him and looked up at his face. She was a good foot shorter than him and so she had to tilt her neck quite a bit to do so, but she didn't seem to mind. For a brief moment she brushed her soft fingers against his cheek before withdrawing it with a slightly concerned look . "Drake...you didn't feed yet today did you?" she asked him softly, noticing that he was colder than usual. They were out for a good while and she was sure he must have needed nourishment after such a long day. "Are you thirsty?" Her voice was soft and her eyes innocent.

Drake brushed every strand on Aya's head until each of them was straight and untangled from the rest. He was a perfectionist, and even with her he made sure everything was perfect. When she explained she would rather sleep in her own clothing than his, he nodded, braiding her hair gently for the night. "That's fine with me, if you wish to get one of your own garments, I have no objections." He finished the braid and gently lay it over her shoulder. "You can go get it now if you wish, or I can go for you, or I can send someone for it. Either way, it's really not a problem." He nodded his head and moved in front of her. He ran a gently finger across her cheek, listening to her speak of sleeping in her own room. It made him happy to know that she knew it wasn't proper to stay with him too much, but he knew that she was still afraid, and he still wanted to make sure that she would be ok. So for one more night, he would let her stay with him. His eyes blinked at the touch of her hand on his cheek, and her question made him nervous. He knew he needed to feed soon, the urge wasn't yet dire, but he had completely forgotten to feed yet that day.

Gently, he placed his hand over hers and gave her a bit of a reassuring smile. "No Aya, I haven't fed yet, but please don't worry about it." He nodded his head. "I already know where to find my next meal." He removed her hand and placed it gently at her side. "And that reminds me as well, you haven't eaten yet either." Slowly he moved back to the refrigerator and peeked at all the food she had bought. Drake may have been a vampire, but he did know how to cook, for on occasion, he indulged in human food. He had made a few attempts at cooking in the past, and they didn't turn out too badly. So he decided he would make dinner for Aya before taking off for his meal. He took out a chicken breast cutlet that she had bought, some green onions, potatoes, and a bag of mixed veggies that he had in the back of his freezer. He began to cook in the chicken and onions in a pan with soy sauce, garlic powder, celery salt, and pepper, covering the chicken to let the steam cook the top as the bottom was fried. He peeled and cut the potatoes, dropping them into water to boil, letting them soften before frying them too in a separate frying pan. He then boiled the veggies. Once everything was ready, he put it all neatly in a plate and set it on the kitchen table for her with a fork and a knife. "Dinner is ready." He smiled. Preparing the whole meal had taken about 45 minutes, and now he was getting close to the danger zone with his feeding.

He moved away from the table and let Aya sit, watching her look at the food. He half smiled, and pulled out his little black book of names, flipping through the pages. He would go after the person he was to feed on the night before. He still had the address and the name. He nodded to himself and through on his suit and cape. "I've got to go let the others know it's time to feed. I'll be off to feed myself when I do." He clipped his cape at the neck, much like hers had been that day. "I shouldn't be gone longer than an hour. Feel free to do what you wish while you're here. There isn't much to do but, you can stay here again tonight if you wish to." He nodded, now at the door. His hand was firmly on the knob, and he knew that if he didn't leave soon, Aya would offer to let him feed from her. He didn't want to do that to her twice in a row, and he had agreed that once a week was fine enough. So, before he could hear what she had started saying, he swung the door open and disappeared into the courtyard. The door slammed shut behind him, and Aya was left to her dinner and to the room. She had the freedom to eat, bathe, and sleep all she wanted.

Only few moments had passed before the same hissing and growling sounds she had woken to the day before in the courtyard could be heard. The vampires were going insane tonight. The hissing and growling grew louder as vampires jumped over the building and out into the world, and faded as they disappeared into the distance. For a moment, Drake landed on his window and smiled at Aya with all his vampire features in full effect. Gold eyes with red rim, long, sharp fangs, and that so very attracting allure. But, Drake was gone in the blink of an eye, off to feed. The night was still young, and Drake knew that he would be able to feed without a problem, as well as the other vampires. He also knew that now, there was no one to bother Aya, because the only vampires left in the building were the veggie-vamps. They wouldn't feed on a human, and all Aya had to do was go to her room. He knew she would be ok. If anything, he knew that the veggie-vamps would befriend her and help him protect her. He may have hated the veggie-vamps for what they were, but never for who they were. They were good people, he could admit that much.

When Drake found his target, the man was in his home, sitting quietly watching TV. Drake couldn't believe how simple the lives of ex-convicts were. You wouldn't think to see them acting and living like normal people, but over half the time, that was the case. There was very few who seemed to fall back into their old ways, which disappointed Drake. It was the bad ones he liked. These kinds, the ones that try to do good, they were always a little bit harder to kill. But with a sigh, Drake was on the prowl, hunting and stalking his prey, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Sure enough, it seemed the man had ordered take out. When the door opened, Drake quickly moved inside, of course remaining unnoticed by the human. It didn't take long before the door was shut again and the man was moving to his chair once more, and that's when Drake struck. In seconds, he had the man on the ground, neck tilted. His fangs were sharper than they had ever been, and his eyes were fully red now. He quickly sunk his teeth into the jugular vein of the neck, and drank his victim dry. Oh how good it felt to feed...

Drake cared for her as though she were a doll, but it didn't bother Aya in the least surprisingly. In a way it would be good as well because if she was always taken care of by him and always looked perfect then it would make her status as his slave more believable. His hands moved so skilfully through her hair, gracefully braiding it loosely for the night. She looked up at him with large eyes once he had finished, feeling rather pampered by her 'master'. "You don't have to trouble yourself, I can get it." she reassured him softly, knowing just as well as he did that she would be safe while most of the vampires were out feeding for the night. As his finger ran down her soft cheek, a shiver ran down her spine, yet not a shiver of discomfort. In fact her body reacted this way because of how much she enjoyed his touch against her soft skin. He was so much more gentle when they were alone like this, still dominant of course but much sweeter to her. Though, as her hand pressed against his cool skin he seemed nervous, as though he were worried about getting too bloodthirsty around her. She understood though, he didn't want to have to feed from her and so she would be happy to let him go out and feed without an objection.

When his hand cupped over her own, she smiled tenderly, nodding her head in understanding. When he headed to the kitchen she followed, shaking her head a bit. "Oh no no, Drake I can cook for myself." she said, feeling as though she were bothering him if he cooked her food when he couldn't even eat it. Though e seemed to ignore her protesting, only continuing the process of preparing her meal. He seemed to know what he was doing and already a delicious scent filled the air. Finally giving up she sat and watched him, studying how he cooked his dish and wondering how it would turn out. Drake seemed to like caring for Aya, she wasn't sure if it was true but he already did so much for her when she could have done half of the things herself. Once he had finished, her eyes were a bit wide and she looked down at the meal he had set on the table. The smile upon his lips made her feel warm and she smiled back sweetly. "Thank you so much, it looks delicious." she said sincerely, excited to try the new dish. She could tell already that it would be delicious.

She took her seat by the plate and looked at the food, figuring out what each thing was before sticking her fork into a piece of the chicken. She placed the piece of food into her mouth and chewed it slowly, taking in all the flavors he had cooked it in and smiling. She seemed to really enjoy it, a sound of contentment leaving her lips once she had swallowed. She nodded at him once more as he spoke, knowing that it would be good for him to go feed anyway. "Alright, I'll be here when you get back." she said with a gentle smile, biting her lip a bit before adding a soft. "Be careful...." She knew it was a strange thing to say to a vampire, but she wanted to know that he would come back safe none the less.

Once he was gone, she continued eating, enjoying the food he had prepared for a good twenty minutes before she had finally finished and washed her plate and utensils. When she glanced to the window once more, Drake was there, in all of his glory as a vampire. She blinked and blushed slightly at how appealing she found his alluring vampire physique, though within only moments he was gone again. With a deep breath, she walked into his bedroom, preparing herself a bit before she finally decided to venture to get her nightgown. Opening the door slowly she slipped out, trying to stay quiet as she did so, her collar still upon her neck to show her ties to Drake. Light footfalls led her down the hall, and soon enough she was in the girl's dorm wing. There weren't many people around, only vampires who looked less than intimidating and more interested in Aya than anything else. The air was calm as though she could feel there were no bad intentions.

Soon enough though, a female approached her and smirked a bit. Aya took a step back and looked at the ground before the girl shook her head gently. "No dear don't worry I'm a veggie-vamp I'm not going to hurt you." Aya was a bit surprised but nodded all the same. "My name's Kiara, I wanted to introduce myself." she said in a bit of a kinder tone. Aya offered a soft smile and nodded. "I'm Aya, it's wonderful to meet you." she said sincerely, glad that there seemed to be at least one more kind vampire among them. Kiara seemed happy and took one of Aya's hands into her own. "I know you're Drake's slave, and I'm so sorry you have to suffer such a fate, but lets be friends okay?" the girl said, obviously not timid like Aya was. Aya paused for a moment, thinking carefully of how she should respond before nodding. "It can be very hard..." she whispered before looking up at the female vampire once more. "I would really like that though." Already she had made a friend, and one that wouldn't drink from her either none the less. Kiara nodded and released Aya's hand, continuing down the hall. "See you later hun!" she called back before starting to talk with some of the other veggie-vamps lingering in the halls.

Aya let out a soft sigh of relief, sure that she had answered well enough to please Drake. She was glad to know that there were others that were kind like him around. Kiara seemed like she would be a good friend to have, and maybe it would make things a little easier for poor little Aya. Remembering what she had been doing, Aya rushed to her room, grabbing a black silk nightgown, the best one she had. She knew that if she brought anything less than her best Drake would be sure to try and get something better made for her. Once she had the nightgown she returned to Drake's room, pushing open the door with the red rose painted upon it and relaxing once more. Even though it was a small trip she was still worried to just roam around by herself with how vulnerable she was.

It had been about an hour since Drake had left to feed, but Aya desperately needed a bath, so she hurried to slip off her dress and stockings, followed by her bra and panties. She folded them carefully and set them aside before jogging into his bathroom. Shutting the door securely she started to run the bath, smiling to herself as the steam rose into the air. Once the tub was full of warm water, she lowered herself in, her whole body relaxing at the feeling of the water engulfing her form. "Nnnn....This is such a big bath." she said happily to herself, resting her head back and closing her eyes. It had been a long past few days and she needed this safe environment to rest in, Drake really was far kinder than any other man she had known, including those with hearts that beat on their own.

Once Drake had finished his meal, he licked his lips clean of any evidence that was left on his lips and stood up. The man he had fed on was pale, of course he was though, he had no blood left in his body. Drake had left only little bite marks. It didn't take much to pierce enough to drink one dry, especially when he hit the jugular dead on. Drake left the man where he had fallen, and moved to leave. He looked at what the man had ordered, and decided it might be nice to have some human food tonight. He felt like indulging, and since it was free, it was that much better. Drake only ate human food when his victims had ordered some form of take out. Why should he bother to buy any when he didn't even need it? He just liked savoring the spoils of his victims. So without hesitation, Drake grabbed the delivered food bag. It smelled delicious, and he couldn't wait to dig in. He assumed it was some sort of Chinese food, which was his favorite. He loved the chicken soo gai, and the shrimp fried rice, as well as the egg noodle stir fry. He wondered which would be in this order. He hoped at least one would be there.

When Drake turned to leave, he looked back at the clock and realized that he had already been gone an hour, and that Aya must have been a little worried. Without another wasted moment, he sped out the door back in direction of the school. Thankfully it wasn't that far, maybe only 15 minutes, 20 on a bad night, so he wouldn't be all too late. He just didn't want Aya to worry. So quietly, he rushed through trees, on top of roofs, over cars, past people. He was thankful that he couldn't be noticed because of what he was. Any normal human would need to drive to their school, and it was a two hour drive to the outskirts of town where the school was. For a vampire, it was at most, a half an hour run. It was good for them, to be so close to the humans, but so far as to not be noticed. Even though half the school WERE humans, they didn't know of the vampires. They were taught that the other wing was for storage, or other useless things such as that. He was thankful that things were this way. It protected him and the others around him, and yet... He still wondered why the head masters had the strange idea of sending in a human. He had assumed it was a test earlier. But now he didn't know.

The school came into view rather fast and he was glad. He ran through the fields on the outside of the school property before hopping the building into the courtyard. Some of the vampires that had left when he did were already back, and he nodded to them as they did to him. He hopped back up on to the roof before landing on the window of his room. As he peeked in, he didn't see Aya, but noticed the light in the bathroom under the door. He assumed that she was either taking a shower or a bath. So quietly, he let himself in and set down the food, opening the bag. He pulled out, to his surprise, all three of the items he had hoped for, and more! His eyes seemed to sparkle a moment as he began eating it, and then he walked to the bathroom door, knocking a moment before opening it a bit, standing against the frame. "I just thought I would let you know that I was back..." he said, with his mouth full with egg noodle stir fry. "In case you were worried." For someone with such grace, he didn't really care about that when he ate real food. It was too good to really be proper about it. It was the only time that he was a slob, and he could forgive himself for that at least. It was his secret addiction, and that was that.

He stood at the door and listened to her, listened to every sound. He found it relaxing, to have someone staying with him. While most would find it irritating, he enjoyed it. All his years, all he ever had was Damian, and he didn't make much noise. Half the time, Drake could swear that he was, in fact, all by himself in that big room of his, but then out of no where, Damian would come near and make his presence known. Drake loved how that cat always seemed to know when Drake was thinking about him. Just as he finished his thought, there Damian was, nuzzling up against his leg. Drake smiled with noodles hanging from his lips, kneeling down to pet his friend before the cat ran in to see Aya. Drake could tell that he was getting a little more used to her, he knew that was a good thing. So without another word, he turned back to his kitchen and put down the noodles, moving on to the chicken soo gai. It was fresh, crispy, and greasy. The best possible combination there was for this food. He dug his teeth in and made sounds of enjoyment as he ate.

He ended up making himself a plate and sitting at the kitchen table as he waited for Aya to get out of the bathtub. When he heard the light splash of the water and the drain starting, he knew she wouldn't be too much longer. He got up and picked out a bathrobe from his closet, hooking it on the door for her. "Feel free to use this, I have many." He nodded and returned to his meal, now starting to eat a little bit more civilized. He was now using a fork, sitting with one leg crossed over the other. He was enjoying every little bite now, and when he saw Aya come out of the bathroom, he smiled once at her. "Sorry I was late," he nodded, "my dinner ran a little long." he gave a little bit of a chuckle as he sat with his food. His eyes seemed to wander over any possible exposed skin she had. It looked just as soft as it felt, and he could smell her blood, which smelt as sweet as ever. He was glad to have her around.

Aya relaxed in the tub, closing her eyes and letting herself soak in the warm water. It was soothing, and she felt safe in Drake's room, knowing that the other vampires would stay away from his 'territory'. The steam around her caressed her soft skin, and it seemed like the puncture wounds were almost completely healed now. Slowly she lowered herself further down into the tub until only her eyes were above the water. There was something so nice about warm baths, they just made everything melt away. All about her body were bubbles, and so all but her head remained covered when she heard the sound of somebody entering through the window. Aya was a bit worried at first, but when there was a knock on the door she figured it must have been Drake. Any person who was trying to kill her wouldn't knock. Once the door cracked open, her suspicions were confirmed and she blushed, knowing that the bubbles covered her body but still feeling strange with him standing in the bathroom doorway.

She was even more surprised to see his mouth full of some sort of noodles. She had figured he could still eat human food, but never saw him so messy before. It made a soft giggle leave her lips and she gave him a soft nod. With a gentle smile she looked into his eyes. She really had been worried "Welcome home Drake." she said in a sweet voice. She enjoyed having somebody to welcome back when they returned. So much of her life was spent alone that it was something she wasn't used to. When Damien ran into the bathroom to greet her, Aya smiled. "Oh, you're not afraid of me anymore!" she said happily, pulling one hand from the water and drying it on a towel before stroking the cat's soft fur. "You're so cute." she said fondly, smiling at the furry creature. After Drake and Damien had both left the bathroom and shut the door, Aya relaxed, finishing up her bath and washing herself quickly. Now she would be even more presentable as Drake's pet.

She heard him talk about using something, but once she peaked out to see it was a bath robe she smiled. "I'm alright, I think I'll get changed in here." she said politely before shutting the door once more. Sure she was his now, but that didn't mean she was comfortable lounging around half naked in his room, Aya was still a timid girl. After drying off as well as she could, Aya slipped into the black silk nightgown and a pair of panties. She wrapped the towel around her long golden hair for a bit before finally letting it down. It was dry enough not to make her nightgown wet so that was good enough for now at least. When she walked out of the bathroom and he smiled at her she felt a bit of a jump in her heart. It was nice to see him happy and she couldn't help but to smile back ever so gently. "It's alright, I was only a little worried, I know you can handle yourself." she reassured, taking a seat beside him on the soft couch. She then remembered what had happened when she went to her room and decided it best if she let him know about the girl she had met.

She looked up at him as he ate, seeming to enjoy the Chinese food a lot. "Oh Drake I met somebody when I was in the hallway tonight. Her name was Kiara and she was a veggie-vamp...she wants to be my friend." a soft smile graced her lips at the thought and she looked into his eyes curiously. "I'll be careful, I'll make her think I don't want to be your slave, but can I continue talking to her?" she asked him softly, making sure that he was okay with her interacting with the female. She didn't want to upset Drake or risk blowing their secret. As she waited for him to think about it, Aya felt Damien rubbing against her milky legs. With a giggle she bends down and pets him once more, obviously happy that he had gotten used to her so quickly.

All of a sudden though, there was a knock on Drake's door and Aya looked to it with a worried expression. The girl rushed to the other side of the room, putting her collar around her neck carefully before looking over to Drake, not daring to say a word just yet. The black silk dress reached to about her mid thigh, and moved over her skin smoothly with her every step. Aya then grabbed the hairbrush and fixed her hair before lowering her gaze to the ground as she waited for Drake to answer the door. Now she looked more like a slave, and if he so desired she would listen to his every command to make this more believable. The man on the other side of the door was the senior who had been watching Aya in the hall earlier that day. He too had just gotten back from feeding and as he waited for Drake, wiped the blood from his mouth with a pure white cloth.

Drake smiled when he saw Aya in her night gown. Yes, he had been a little disappointed when she had asked to sleep in her own clothing, but now he was happy that he hadn't refused. the silk gown she wore to bed framed her perfectly. Every curve of her body was visible, and when the skin that was showing, it left a lot to the imagination. Drake shook his head quickly though as it began to fill with images that shouldn't have been there. Yes, Aya was his now, and that meant he could do to her what he pleased. But that didn't mean that images like that were images that he should have had in his head. Not yet anyway. It was still a little bit too soon for that. He had to admit though, she was beautiful in that gown, and any man, of any race, would be crazy to not have such images of her, especially with her standing in front of them as she was in front of Drake. He told himself it wasn't his fault.

His hand slowly patted Aya's head as she told him about her experience in the hall. He smiled and nodded to her. "You can be friends with her. I don't mind. She won't harm you, because if she was here when no one else was, that means that she is a veggie-vamp. She doesn't feed on humans like the rest of us." He nodded his head again and crossed one leg over the other and picked up a text book he needed to read for his ethics class. He opened it to the marked page and read carefully, looking to Aya every now and then. "So tell me about the girl? There are quite a few veggie-vamps, and i know most of them, so I can tell you who is a good friend to have, and who isn't." He nodded as he flipped the page and continued to read, absently petting Damian with his free hand. He yawned, rubbing his eyes for a moment. He listened as she explained who she ran into. "Kiara?" He blinked silently and nodded. "She's alright. I don't mind. As long as you be careful of Sasha, if you ever meet her. She's a nasty one." He smiled.

As Drake got up to shut the bedroom window, he heard a knock at the door and turned to the clock on the all. "Who would be here at this hour of the night?" He put his book down and put his dishes in the sink before moving to the door. He opened it slowly, and blinked his eyes at the man in front of him. He narrowed his eyes a moment and turned away, letting the boy in. He sat back down beside Aya and put his arm around her shoulder. "What are you doing here, Brandon?" Drake's eyes were narrow, and it was clear he didn't like the boy that had come to pay him a visit. "You should be in your dorm room right now, cleaning off that mess on your face." Drake half-hissed at the boy. "Not here, patronizing me." Drake got up and walked to Luke. "Hey Drake. Just thought I would come to see what was up with you and this new chick here." Luke moved past Drake, or at least attempted to. Drake slammed his hand against Luke's chest and pushed him back. "Don't you dare go near her. She's my pet and that's how it will stay." Drake hissed at Luke, who in return only gave him a glare.

"Fine," Luke began, "keep her all to yourself, but you know the guys don't like that you're hogging some fresh meat. We could have had a feast, and instead you keep her here, locked away in your bedroom." Luke gave a smirk to Aya and then to Drake, but Drake shrugged and shoved Luke out the door. "Well that's just too bad, you guys can suck each other's balls because I don't care. She's mine, she will always be mine, so leave it at that." Drake hurriedly slammed the door on Luke before he could speak and listened as he walked off. He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to Aya. He moved to sit back down next to her, and gently pet her head. "Don't mind him. He thinks he's tough. He won't touch you though, not as long as you're with me." Drake nodded and looked at the time. "Aya, it's time for bed." Drake yawned and stretched before undressing into his boxers, then slipping on his night clothes. "Let's get to bed, shall we?" He moved the bed sheets and blankets so she could get in, laying down next to her. He pulled her close and smiled, breathing in her scent. "Sweet dreams, Aya."

Aya was happy to see Drake's smile, knowing that he was pleased with her choice of clothing for the night. In truth she was always more comfortable in dresses and skirts anyway, so wearing a nightgown was far more comfortable then shorts. It draped so gently over her skin, making her bright eyes and hair stand out even more against such a simple yet elegant backdrop. His approval was the only she had ever craved like this before. She wanted to badly to please him as though he really was her master and yet she couldn't really understand it. Aya had always been a gentle girl who did her best to keep those she cared for happy, but she was drawn to Drake in a way she had never been to anybody else. She noticed him shake his head a bit and was slightly confused, wondering what he could have been thinking about. Though once he began to pat her head she relaxed, reassured that he was fine.

She was happy to know that Kiara would be an alright friend for her to have. Being able to spend some time with this girl would be good for Aya even if it had to be supervised by Drake. "Thank you Drake." she exclaimed happily before nodding at his next words. "Sasha?" she questioned softly, wondering who she could be that would make her such a danger. Though she shook it off, figuring that eventually she would end up meeting Sasha anyway. Hopefully though it would be with Drake by her side. When there was a knock on the door though, she was as interested in who it was as Drake. Though as it swung open she was surprised to see the senior vampire who had been eying her in the hall earlier that day. What could he want with them this late at night? Even just the sight of him sent a shiver down Aya's spine. She didn't like the way his eyes wandered over her curves, almost in the same way as Drake's did yet it was unwelcome from any other than Drake himself.

Luke? So that was his name. The way Drake's arm slipped about her shoulder was obviously protective if not possessive. It was welcome though, a feeling of safety coupled with his touch. Although, it didn't last too long before Drake was up and waking towards Luke once more. When the senior called her 'the new chick' Aya looked away, staying silent like an obedient slave should. She knew that her master would keep her safe, and he did. The strength behind his palm which slammed into Luke's chest was enough to make the boy stop dead in his tracks. Drake really was something, strong, handsome, appealing, he was a creature of the night with all the powers of one yet Aya could never fear him. The way Like spoke of 'fresh meat' and 'having a feast' made Aya's heartbeat double at least, eyes glued to the hem of her nightgown as she sat there. Needless to say she was intimidated by this man, she knew how desired her pure blood would be and the fact that he was willing to just waltz in here and talk with Drake about how the other boys wanted her was discerning. Aya could however take solace in the fact that Drake would continue to protect her fiercely. She was his and he could likely just do whatever he desired with her, but her being so loyal to him earned his protection. She hoped that he wanted her to stay with him as mush as she wanted to.

When Drake finally returned to the bed and pet her head, Aya tried to calm herself, slowing her heartbeat down as much as she could. "If...if you say so." she whispered to him, hoping that he was right and that Luke really wouldn't hurt her. She was ready to climb right into bed when he looked at the time, though then right there in front of her he undressed, leaving the poor girl bright red. Sure he left his boxers on, but the skin that was showing was certainly enough to leave her flustered. As he finished slipping off his clothes though she shook her head and turned away, trying to get the image of him out of her mind. It was pointless for her to calm herself earlier because now he heartbeat was racing once again and her entire face was tinted the same rose color as that on her special uniform. Once she looked back to him he was dressed in his nightclothes, pulling her close against his chest for the night. He was straightforward and bold when it came to the things he did, but that was one of the things that Aya liked the most about her master. "G-good night...Drake." she whispered to him, snuggling close before falling asleep in his arms.

By the time morning came around, the light shone through Drake's window and onto Aya's cheek. The warmth contrasting with the feeling of Drake's rather cold body woke her. Long eyelashes tickled against her cheeks and her eyes fluttered open only to look up at Drake. Cheeks became slightly flushed once more and Aya couldn't help but to smile. Oh how desperately she just wanted to keep laying there with him, but they had early classes that morning. She sat up slightly and gazed down at him, placing a gentle hand on his chest and nudging at him softly. "Drake...Drake...we have classes soon..." her voice was so tender in the morning, not rough at all like one would assume it to be after a night of silence.

She wanted to wake him without really startling him, but Drake seemed to be in a rather deep sleep. She stood from the bed, deciding to take a quick shower before waking him any further. The classes didn't start for another half an hour and her showers would likely only take five. Aya rustled through the drawers, trying to find a towel, though once she finally did Damien decided to crawl out from under the bed. She grabbed the towel and started to head towards the bathroom though an unexpected obstacle, Damien, stopped her dead in her tracks. In an attempt to catch herself she grabbed onto one of the bedposts. Though this desperate act only flung her small body back onto the bed. Now landing on the bed would have been fine....had it been her side of the bed. She winced softly as she landed, realizing that it wasn't the bed she had hit. Those large golden eyes opened to gaze up at Drake and she blushed deeply. Her delicate body rested upon his larger frame, and the poor thing was too stunned at the feeling to even move.

It didn't take long for Drake to fall asleep once he had gotten comfy. It had never occurred to him how much better it was to sleep with someone in your arms. Especially a human. She was so warm that he almost didn't need his blankets. But he didn't care if he sweat or if he died, he didn't let go of her for the life of him. He held her close all night long, and the only time he would let go would be late at night, way past having fallen asleep. That point in sleep where you aren't fully asleep, but aren't fully awake, where you're most likely to be woken up by any little noise you hear. This is the point in time when he would normally roll over and ignore the fact Ayu was sleeping with him, at least physically. Mentally, he was always somehow aware that she was with him or near him. He thanked whatever higher power there was out there for that, because it meant that even if and when they were asleep, if something were to happen, he would wake up and keep her safe.

By the time morning had come, Drake had fallen back into a deep sleep. He was curled up on his side, snoring lightly. He had been exhausted the day before, and so sleep was his salvation. When Aya began to wake him up, he gave a bit of a grunt and rolled on to his back. He didn't want to get up yet, and he was far less tempted to go to class. He'd wished he could just stay in bed all day, and not go to class. He would attempt to do so, by only falling back asleep. He listened a little as Aya moved around the room, but he quickly fell back to sleep. He rolled a little and curled up in the blankets. Yes, school was the last thing on his mind today. However, when he felt Aya fall onto him, he woke up with a gasp and 'oomph!'. He sat up quickly and put his arms around her, lifting her weight a little but keeping her close. He regained his breath slowly and freed one of his hands to rub his eyes. He yawned before looking at her with slightly angry eyes. He knew it was an accident, but he couldn't help being annoyed. He pushed Aya off of him and got up. "You really should be careful." His voice had a tone to it that showed he wasn't pleased.

Drake made his way to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He leaned on the sink and groaned, looking himself over in the mirror. He looked like hell. He felt like hell. And the lovely way he was woken up this morning was not the best thing that could have happened. He huffed and moved toward the shower and turned on the water. He got undressed and got in, hoping that the water would calm him down. He was a little upset that he had been so rude with Aya, and he planned on apologizing when he got out of the shower and got back to her. He knew it was an accident, that she was probably just trying to make as little noise as possible. He let the water run over his body a few moments before he decided to wash. When he was done, he got out and took the bathrobe he hand out for Aya and put it on. He walked out into the kitchen and found Aya sitting on the bed. Softly, he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Aya? I'm sorry." He smiled at her.

He moved his hand to hers and he pulled her up slowly into his arms, hugging her close. "I know that it was an accident, and I'm sorry I overreacted. I just didn't want to get out of bed just yet." He smiled and slowly, he laid back down the way he had been laying down when she fell, and pulled her back on him as she was when she fell. He craddled her close and tight in his arms, gently stroking her back. "This is what I should have done." He nodded and slowly, he placed a kiss on her cheek. "Are you alright?" He smiled. "You should go get ready for school." He nodded and pushed her off slowly and carefully. "You wouldn't want us to be late, right?"

Aya could tell by the way he groaned that Drake wanted some more sleep, so she was ready to sneak off and get a shower in before actually getting him up. Though needless to say that didn't work out quite as she had planned. When she hit his chest she heard that 'oomph' and immediately bit her lower lip. She was about to apologize when he looked up at her, his eyes cold as ice. She looked a bit taken aback, averting her gaze from his face and biting down on her lip a bit harder then before. She knew that waking him was bound to upset him when he wanted to sleep, but hadn't expected him to throw her off of him the way he did. "I...I'm sorry..." she managed to stutter in response to his words, though heard no reply before the bathroom door slammed shut. Aya shrank down a bit and looked at her feet, knowing that she wouldn't bother him the next morning because she would be in her own room. Either way she felt bad for angering him, it was the last thing she wanted. With a glance down at Damien she pursed her lips slightly. "Damien we need to be more careful." she whispered to the cat before pulling her knees up to her chest, just sitting on the bed as he showered.

When she heard the bathroom door open once more Aya's eyes wandered over to Drake as he approached her, still looking a bit regretful. As his hand touched her shoulder the poor thing flinched slightly though his kind words and gentle smile soon calmed her. She shook her head a bit at his words though all the same. "No, I was careless, I should have looked where I was walking so I'm sorry for waking you." Though at this point she was now in his strong arms, her small form nearly engulfed by his hug. There was something so reassuring about the way he held her, and with a deep breath all of her worries about the incident faded away. She saw the way he treated others, and it was nothing like the way he acted when it was just the two of them. She felt like he was really a kind man, at least to her. Then again the way he treated her was all that mattered. She would stay loyal to him no matter how he treated others, she would stay by his side so long as he wanted her there with him. She really was his, such a gentle girl by the side of a reputedly 'cruel' and powerful man.

Even more of a surprise came when Aya found herself in the same position as she had been after falling, right atop Drake on the bed. Why he had intentionally put them back in this position was beyond her, but she was sure that now her face was an even deeper hue of pink then the first time it had happened. As his large hand ran up and down her back, one of her own clung gently to his robe, her heart pounding against her chest at the feeling. She couldn't think of a thing to say or do, she just stayed cradled against his form, reveling in the feeling. There was no doubt that she belonged with him. Her deep golden eyes were about to close when suddenly they widened at a cool feeling against her no doubt burning hot cheek. That was something she hadn't expected Drake to do, showing affection so easily to her. It felt like her heart was about to burst when he spoke again and she nodded a bit. "Oh...y-yes I'm fine." she reassured him with a flustered smile, her eyes shining brightly. When he lowered her back to sitting on the bed she looked at the clock, seeming a bit distressed before she hopped up and got her towel and uniform once more. "Right!" she replied diligently, running towards the bathroom before back tracking and pressing her soft lips against his cheek this time.

Before he had a chance to react though she was off again, hiding her reddened face before slipping into the bathroom for her shower. They didn't have too much longer to get ready so it would have to be fast. She undressed and hopped in, turning on the warm water and washing herself. After a good few minutes she turned the water off, dried herself and started to get dressed. She figured doing so in the bathroom was better then just undressing in front of Drake after all. Once her dress was slipped on she opened the bathroom door once more, sitting down upon his bed and pulling on her pink stockings. "Sorry for taking so long." she was sure to add before fishing around the drawer once more for her gloves. She was no longer flushed, luckily the shower gave her time to relax after the incident they had. Once her gloves were on as well she put on her collar and stepped into her shoes, letting out a soft sigh of relief. Grabbing the hairbrush that he had used on her hair she finished up getting ready, brushing her long soft hair and slipped the rose into it. With a soft nod, out of breath by now she smiled at Drake. "Ready for class."

Together they headed into the hallway, all eyes on them as usual. She stuck close to him, behind him as she was supposed to but still close for her own comfort. They begin to walk past the courtyard when something catches Aya's attention. A glimmer of silver shimmers through the window and her eyes take a bit of time to focus before she notices it's a dagger heading for none other then... "Drake!" She gasps and runs forward, shoving him as hard as she can before the glass shatters. The shards rain down like snow over her frail body, and a loud whimper echos through the hallway. Even those across the way at the other windows are looking now as Aya drops weakly to her knees, wincing as a bit of glass gets embedded into her legs which couldn't support her body in such anguish. Tears drip silently from her wide Amber eyes as she looks up at Drake. Lodged within the soft flesh of her abdomen is a silver dagger, blood staining her beautiful uniform and puddling around her. The smell alone would be enough to tantalize the taste buds of many of these vampires, but she can't even think of such things with this pain clouding her mind.

From the open window across the courtyard, Luke's form quickly disappears. Such fair porcelain skin as Aya's bleeds blood as deep red as the most beautiful rose. Though as she looked up at him, those eyes soften a bit, still showing pain but now something else as well. Surprisingly enough a weak smile forms upon her now rather pale lips as she gazes at him. "I'm glad you're aright..." though she is still in well enough mind to think of their rouse. "...Master" It wasn't a fatal hit, so long as they could stop the bleeding in time.

[Misericorde]

By the time Aya was ready, Drake had her bag ready and her lunch, and her breakfast. He handed her a muffin and smiled, opening the door for her. Once they were out, he locked up and took lead in front of her, yawning momentarily. He stared at everyone that gave them a weird glance, making sure they knew not to look for too long. Their first class today was a 5 minute walk from Drake's room, but with morning traffic, it usually took about 10. The same people were crowding in the same corners, doing the same things, talking about the same subjects. Drake sighed, he wished things were a little more exciting then this. Sadly, things never were. Drake looked back to Aya who was staying close and he smiled quick. He was glad she was so obedient, it made her so much more of a valuable keep. Though he really did hate having to discipline her as such, it was something they both had to deal with if they wanted to be close to each other.

Drake turned the corner of the hall toward the class they were supposed to be in, when all of a sudden he heard something cut the wind. It's when he heard Aya shriek his name, and when he heard the glass of the window shatter, that he realized -- someone had tried attacking him! He turned back swiftly after being pushed away, and saw Aya on her knees on the ground. Quickly, he threw his bag and books down and knelt beside her, looking at what had stabbed into her. His eyes narrowed when he saw the long, silver dagger with the cursive "L" on it. "Luke..." He growled, his eyes flashing an angry red. Drake had looked out the window just in time to see Luke's form disappear, and he hissed. The other students in the halls stayed far, far away from Drake. Quickly, he pulled the dagger out, carefully mind you, and slowly placed his hand over the wound. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A bright purple light enveloped his hand, and in a matter of seconds, Aya's wound had vanished, and the blood on her dress was gone. "Stay here." He nodded to her.

Drake got up and vanished quickly. He knew where to find Luke. And when he found him, he would kill him. If not literally, he would at least put that vampire in the infirmary. Drake lifted his sleeve a moment, and a touch to a little button on a bracelet he wore allowed a long, elegant sword to appear in his hand. The blade was made with silver, and was as sharp as a razor blade, and ten times as deadly. The hilt had a lovely criss-cross ribbon pattern on it, and at the tip, a gold point with green vines and two red roses. It was a weapon of deadly beauty, something you would expect from Drake. When he spotted Luke out by the lake behind the school with his little gang of friends, Drake growled and quickly pointed the long sword's tip to his throat. All Luke did was smirk and pull out another little dagger similar to the one that had pierced Aya. "What the HELL is wrong with you?!" Drake was furious. "You could have KILLED her!" Drake's fangs were bared and ready to fight, his eyes flashing red again. Luke just laughed Drake off, his own eyes going red. "My dear friend, it was YOU I was trying to kill." Nonchalantly, Luke flicked his hair over his shoulder. "Too bad that little human got in the way." He made a mock pout face. "I hope she died slow." He grinned.

Drake hissed at the vampire in front of him, and in moments, Luke's tiny dagger transformed into a long sword the same as Drake's, but the design was far from being as classy. Crowds of vampires gathered around them as they fought, swords clashing, roars thundering. Luke and Drake had long since been rivals, and Luke had always wanted what Drake had. Things he couldn't. This time, though. Luke had gone too far. He had hurt someone that Drake cared for, he had put her in danger. Sure, in the fight they both took their stabbings, they both took cuts here and there, but when Luke dared whisper to Drake he would kill Aya if she wasn't already dead, Drake lost his mind. All his pure blooded instincts kicked in, and soon he had Luke pinned down to the lush, blood stained grass, his own sword dug all the way through him into the grass, keeping him locked there. Drake pointed his own sword back at Luke's throat as Luke lay there, gasping and in shock. Drake just growled and pulled away, leaving Luke there. "Touch her, and die." Drake's eyes were still red, and his threat was serious.

Drake made his way through the crowd, wondering if Aya had followed them, or stayed where she was. He knew she might have followed, he half hoped she did, it would make it easier for him to find her. He looked from face to face, calling her name. "Aya? Aya are you here?" He sighed when he couldn't see her, and was coming to the end of the crowd. "Aya, come on. I know you came." He smiled a little. He smelled horribly of blood..

Aya smiled a bit when Drake handed her all of her things. Oh how he cared for her, always making sure she was ready and being sure that she didn’t forget things. He really was a thoughtful man. She took the muffin and nibbled at it as they made their way down the halls. It was a rather large school so it could take them a good while to actually get there, plenty of time to finish her breakfast. His quick glances and subtle smiles were enough for her to know that he wished to be closer to her in public but could not. She understood, her eyes warm as she looked up at him, her heart fluttering in her chest at his smallest smile. She could tell by the glares that every girl in the school wished she could be Aya, that is every girl but Kiara perhaps. It didn’t seem like the veggie-vamp was very fond of her ‘master’ from the way she spoke about him to the poor girl.

Aya’s body was going into shock when Drake knelt down by her side, she looked up at him with weak eyes, wanting to speak yes she couldn’t find the words. She heard the name he had whispered, seeing his eyes flash red and noticing how the whole student body seemed to step back away from him as though they were afraid he would attack any one of them because of this pure rage. Though Aya was not afraid, she knew that Drake would never hurt her. Within that moment he pulled out the dagger and she restrained a cry of pain before his unusually warm hand pressed against the wound. He was always so cold, so why was his hand…? She noticed the purple light, a bit surprised at the sight but even more so at the way her pain disappeared and wound healed. Large eyes flecked with awe looked down at her abdomen and back up to Drake, though she remained silent, only offering him a soft smile as a silent thank you. He really was something amazing…hidden powers, strength, grace, honor, everything that a man was supposed to have. She admired him and longed to stay with him, knowing that no other man could ever compare.

When he disappeared though Aya felt a flash of worry, noticing that her blood was still on the ground and a good few of the vampires were eyeing her hungrily. “Aya!” A familiar voice snapped her out of her trance and she looked up, seeing Kiara looming over her with a friendly smile. Smiling softly she took her friends hand. “Kiara, it’s wonderful to see you.” she was polite and calm, glad that she wouldn’t have to walk alone in this sea of vampires. The female vampire seemed strong enough to care for herself and brave enough to watch over Aya in Drake’s absence. She looked around a bit worried, wondering where Drake had gone, though when the vampires began migrating towards the lake on campus she followed with Kiara, seeming anxious. The vampire could tell, squeezing Aya’s hand reassuringly as they finally found the group around her master and his adversary. Their hands released and the human wandered about a bit, trying to get a better view of the battle.

Each time Drake was cute even in the slightest she winced to herself. She hated watching his blood being spilled, hated the fear that Luke could plunge that sword through him at any moment, but he fought with fierceness just as she knew he would. After what seemed like an endless clash of metal Luke was on the ground, Drake stop him menacingly. When he stuck Luke's own sword into his pale flesh she flinched, looking away from the sight. Kiara had disappeared into the crowd somewhere when Aya started to wander around, but her mind was too focused on the fight to even notice. He had won...a sigh of relief brushed past her feather soft lips and her heart seemed to slow from it's once rapid beating. She had no idea that Drake was so powerful, strong enough to take Luke down so easily, to be able to win such a fight so quickly. The fact that he was fighting for her was evident when the fight had ended. His words to Luke were "Touch her, and die." At this her heart skipped a beat. Drake was fighting to keep her safe, he was so vicious and enraged because Luke was going to hurt her... Her cheeks went red as she watched her blood splattered master wander into the crowd.

Drake really did care for her and it was more evident now then ever before. She really was safe by his side, always protected and cared for the way any girl would want to be. When he was born she didn't know, nor did she care, but Drake was a gentleman if one ever existed. Brought back to reality by the sound of his voice she stood on the tips of her toes, peeking over the crowd to see Drake. With light footed grace she slipped past the other vampires, paying them no mind as she searched for him. He was right, she couldn't stay away when he was gone...she worried about him more then any other person in the world. He was so important to her and loosing him would be like loosing her own life.

She couldn't contain herself, couldn't hold back at the sight of him being so safe and once he came into sight she ran, clinging to his chest and pressing close against him. "Drake..." she whispered against him, her large golden eyes watering as she raised her gaze to his face. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." One hand traced over his many small cuts, the other grasping at a fistful of his shirt before she pressed her face against him once more. "I was so worried..." Her body still seemed a bit weak, frail from all of the blood loss but she didn't care. Even the stench of fresh blood couldn't keep her from him...the whole rest of the world seemed to disappear. Kiara watched from afar, tilting her head slightly at Aya's reaction to her master being safe. She started to wonder what their relationship was really like, but soon shrugged it off. "You take good care of her.." the female vampire whispered before turning away from the two of them.

Drake peeked his head through several different people, shouting Aya's name. If it weren't for the fact he had already taken down Luke, he would be a hell of a lot more worried. But for now he knew she was safe, and he knew that she must have been somewhere nearby. "Aya?!" He shouted louder, until all of a sudden the wind was knocked out of him by a short golden haired girl. "Aya!" He sighed, wrapping his arms tight around her. One arm was around her back, and the other gently pet her head. A smile played on his face as she pressed to him, and he held her close and tight. "Don't be, it's alright, don't be sorry." He nodded, lifting her chin slowly. "Don't be sorry, he's taken care of for now, and I doubt he'll try again." Drake smiled reassuringly. "He was after me anyway." He pet her head once softly and picked her up in his arms. "Come on, I'm going to take you back to my dorm. We're not going to go to class today, you need to rest." He nodded, heading off in direction of his room.

He nodded to Kiara as she spoke, but he didn't answer back. Instead, he continued the long walk back to his dorm, making sure Aya was pressed up against his chest and safe. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "Aya... Next time, don't do something like that. I can heal myself just fine, but healing you... I'd rather not have to. And besides, I can't get rid of scars." He looked to her with the calmest, sweetest look. He reached into his pocked with one hand while the other arm held her close, and pulled out his keys. They were already at his door, so he unlocked it. Once inside, he set her down gently, her back to him, and slowly undid her dress, slipping it off. He moved to her front and knelt, kissing the scar on her stomach very gently. With a small smile, he pressed his head against her stomach and wrapped his arms around her hips, giving her a hug. "Thank you, though." He laughed a little. "I never had someone be that stupid for me." He smiled up at her in light of the joke.

Slowly though, he got off the floor and picked her up again, laying hr down gently on his bed. He pulled off her gloves, shoes, and stockings, then covered her up. "You stay here." He nodded and walked to the door. "I've got some business to tend to." And with a smile, he left the room, clocking the door shut. He would make his way to Kiara's classroom, and have her excused. "Kiara, please." He smiled to the professor and once she had come, he pulled her into the hallway. "Kiara. I need you to do me a favor." Gently, he pushed her hair over her shoulder. "Aya, she's my pet, and I know you know more than you should. Please don't tell anyone." He gave her a charming smile. "Please. I'm keeping her safe, and I'll need you to help me do that." He nodded to her. He hoped he could convince her to help him.

Aya couldn't get near Drake soon enough, her body willing her to stay there in his arms for as long as she was allowed to. Sure it would mess up their image ever so slightly, but the worry she was feeling had overcome her other senses, she needed to hug him, needed to show him how she cared for him. She was on the verge of tears when he tilted her chin up, heart racing from the day's excitement. Unfortunately all of the other vampires would likely be able to hear it as well and there was no doubt it would have been irresistibly tempting without Drake there to protect her. Thank goodness after seeing the way he handled Luke most of the other male vampires were terrified. Her breaths slowed with each stroke of his hand against her head, and she let herself become engulfed in the feeling of being close to him. Her eyes softened at his words and she gave a gentle nod. "Okay Master, if you say so then it must be true." Her mind was back in the right place, and so she was aware of her place in public once again. She was surprised when he scooped her up so quickly and started to walk off. Aya knew she could have walked to the dorm with him, she was weak but she would have been capable of doing so. Though she did have to admit that she preferred this so much more, the way he carried her close against his chest, treating her like a princess.

She would have protected to not going to their classes, but couldn't in the midst of the other vampires, so she simply nodded her head obediently, resting against him lovingly. Though only he would be able to find that tender look in her eyes when she looked at him. Despite the cuts on his body and her weight, Drake seemed fine for the whole walk to his dorm. Aya was surprised, feeling a bit guilty for him having to carry her like this, yet he seemed to have no problem with the situation at all. When he spoke to her about not doing something so reckless again Aya's eyes opened and she bit her lip. Once she was sure that there was nobody else in the halls she spoke, looking up at him with those innocent eyes. "I'm sorry Drake...I just couldn't let it hit you. What if it pierced your heart? I...I can't promise I won't do something like that again because I couldn't stop myself. If I lost you I..." A single tear slipped down her porcelain cheek and she looked down at her lap, feeling a bit ashamed. "I'll try to be more careful...and less reckless, but my instincts pushed me to save you because I had the chance." Aya finally sighed softly, shaking her head a bit before looking up at him once more. "I'm sorry...I'll behave." she finally agreed. She would do her best to stay safe, knowing that Drake worked too hard to do so only to have her get herself killed.

Not having to walk at all the whole way back Aya was a bit unsteady on her feet once he set her down, but after a slight wobble she regained her balance, looking back at Drake before he started to undo her dress. At the feeling of his hands at the buttons that ran down the back of her new dress she blushed, looking down at her feet almost instantly. Despite the fact that he had done this before, she was still just as flustered. Odds were she would never be used to Drake doing thinks like this, not with what an innocent girl she was. Though by no means did that show that she had anything to protest. On the contrary, she loved the way Drake treated her, loved every touch and gentle word the man had ever offered her. Why he decided to undress her was something she wasn't quite sure of, but not a word could leave her lips in that moment when the cool air caressed her skin. Her deep red cheeks were visible when Drake moved before her, kneeling down and kissing her scar. Her heart was beating rapidly, blood rushing to her face as she looked down at him, unsure of what she could even do.

Her panties and bra were black with light pink polka dots, ruffles lining each like the petals of a flower. Needless to say being so close to him wearing only these was nearly overwhelming to such a girl. Though when he hugged around her hips and joked with her the blush faded ever so slightly and Aya giggled softly to herself. "Drake..." she paused and looked into his eyes, seeming a bit hesitant before she spoke once more. "I've never felt like this around anybody else..." It was the truth, perhaps in part because nobody else had ever treated her how Drake so boldly did, but all the same her heart raced from even seeing him at all. She wasn't going to mention how embarrassed she was to be so under dressed in front of him, it was obvious enough from the tint upon her cheeks. He treated her just like a doll, slipping off her gloves shoes and stockings almost as though it was something she shouldn't bother do to herself, or rather something he enjoyed doing. Odds were he had never treated another person this way. Her body relaxed a bit when he covered her with the silken comforter and she watched him walk to the door. "Be sure to return safely...I'll be waiting." she added sweetly before he left the room, closing her eyes and snuggling into the soft bed. She really was obedient, but only for Drake, only for her master.

Kiara was surprised when the professor excused her, looking over to Drake with a bit of a glare. She wondered what the man wanted, following him into the hallway reluctantly and nodding to her professor before the door shut behind them. When Drake spoke, Kiara listened, wondering what the pure blood expected to get from her. When he pushed her hair back she slapped his hand away, shaking her head and letting the hair fall over her shoulders once more. Obviously she didn't take very kindly to Drake's kind, even just the look in her eye explained it all. Though as Drake spoke of Aya, Kiara's eyes got a bit softer and she seemed to relax a little. It was true, Kiara could tell from the way Aya took to Drake and the way he was so protective over the girl that they were more then just pet and master. Sure that was part of their relationship, but there was certainly more that most people didn't see. The female vampire rolled her eyes at his smile, though soon responded.

"I don't like people like you Kowai. I don't like your arrogance and I know that you look down on me because I'm a veggie vamp...but Aya really is something precious. The fact that you're caring for her makes you different in my eyes. I can see the way you look at her, and though I'm the only one I can also saw that purple tint in your eyes near the lake." Kiara paced a bit before looking up at Drake once more. "I won't tell...and I'll help you care for her, but this is for Aya alone. I could care less about you, but I will deal with you so long as you take care of her. If you need me just call, I'll be watching out for her whenever I'm around. By the way, I escorted her to the lake...I was way ahead of you." With that the female smirked a bit and turned, walking silently back into the classroom. It was the truth, there was something about the human girl that Kiara loved, and she wanted to keep the fragile girl safe as well, so she would do her best. Though she was still a bit surprised, in her years at the school she had never seen this side of Drake Kowai.

Back at the room, Aya was wandering about a little. She had rested briefly, but wanted to have something done for Drake when he returned. She cleaned up the dorm a bit and then ran into the bathroom, running a bath and getting out a towel. She hung the towel in the bathroom and added a few bath salts to the water. After his fight she was sure a both would do him some good, and it was the least she could do with all he did for her each day. As for cooking him some food she was still a bit too run down, but another day she would surly try to make him something delicious. Once the warm bath was running she climbed back into the bed, pulling the covers up and getting comfy once more. It was much more comfortable for her to be covered when in such scant clothing. When he did return to the room Aya smiled softly, her eyes shimmering brightly as usual. She didn't seem so weak anymore, though the paleness of her skin showed that she was still not fully recovered. "Welcome back Drake...I ran a bath for you. I though it would be good for you after the fight today." Slipping off the bed she stood, still only in her bra and panties, yet she didn't seem to notice at the time. "Oh no, I forgot to shut off the water!" with a worried look on her face Aya rushed into the bathroom, shutting the water off hurriedly. Luckily she had gotten to it before the tub had overflown, but as she turned to return to the bedroom she felt water beneath her feet followed by a loss of balance. With a gasp and slight yelp she fell into the tub, warm water splashing onto the ground as her head emerged, her entire body soaked.

Drake narrowed his eyes a little at Kiara's reaction to his kindness. He'd never been so kind with anyone like this before, and to be shown such disrespect, it made him angry. But for the sake of having Kiara help him protect Aya, he didn't say anything about it. "I may not like veggie-vamps, but that doesn't mean I don't like the people they are. I don't like how they chose to be, but I don't discriminate against the person Kiara." Drake shot her another kind smile, nodding his head as she spoke. He turned his back to her slowly and walked to the window that was behind him, leaning against the ledge quietly. His voice took a low tone as he looked outside at the students that were there. He sighed and nodded. "Thank you for helping me Kiara, she means a lot to me and I just want to keep her safe." His eyes flashed purple. Kiara knew that it meant he loved Aya, but he never would say the words directly. After all, Kiara had just mentioned the purple tint, and he knew she would know what it meant. He didn't try to hide it either. Instead, he turned to her, his eyes a deeper purple than before. He took a step closer to Kiara. "Thank you again." He nodded and turned to head back to his dorm.

As he walked, he took a deep breath to calm down. He knew that his eyes had shifted colors, and he hoped that none of the other vampires other than Kiara had noticed. He also knew that Aya had no idea what it meant, so it didn't matter if she saw his eyes like that. The only color she knew had a meaning was the gold and red eyes he got when it was time to feed. He smiled a little to himself and wondered if he should tell Aya how he felt. He didn't know if she knew, he didn't know if she did too. But he cared for her. He knew she knew that much, and she knew that much about him to her. He cared for her. And it was a lot more than just caring. He was scared to admit it though, and he barely even admitted it to himself. After all, he was a pure blood and she was a human, it wasn't right for him to love her. That was the whole reason they had this charade, they needed to keep that they even cared about each other a secret. And yet, in private, he couldn't help but want to tell her. He wanted to tell her. And he showed her whenever he could. She was so precious to him, and he wondered if she knew. Sometimes, he'd even wondered if he did too much for her, or made her uneasy. He undressed her, he brushed her hair, he tucked her to bed, and held her close as he slept. He had never been that way with anyone, and it was a little odd for him, so why wouldn't it be for her? She didn't seem to mind it, though, so Drake never made a big deal of it.

With a sigh, Drake turned down the final hallway to his dorm. He looked at the watch on his wrist and blinked at the time. It was already nearing noon, and he figured Aya might be hungry. So, he stopped off at the human cafeteria while he could, before he would run into humans, and then ordered her a little salad with a mini sub. He assumed that am assorted cold cuts sub would be fine. So he waited for his order, and paid. He then headed back to his dorm, making sure the salad didn't get too tossed around. He'd hate for everything to get too mixed up. Besides, movement made salad soggy, and soggy was unacceptable. When he made it back to his door, he balanced the sub on the salad container and swung the door open. At the sight of Aya, he both smiled and blushed, noticing that she was barely wearing anything. He laughed a little and set down her food, then walked toward her. "Well thank you for the bath. I got you some food, I hope a salad and mini assorted cold cuts sub sounds good." Drake smiled and pulled off his suit coat, hanging it up. He blinked as Aya ran to the bathroom to turn off the water, then smiled. She was so forgetful. He began to think of how cute it was, until his thought was interrupted by a loud boom and splash. Thoughts of hos clumsy she was raced in his head as he walked into the bathroom, laughing a little at her.

He walked over the bathtub and laughed a little at her expense, but he leaned over and slowly pet her head. "Silly Aya. You need to stop falling into things." He shot her a sarcastic smile, referring to their morning's debut. He smiled and leaned back up, slowly removing his clothing until he was only in his boxers, and lifted her slowly to a sitting position in the tub. Slowly, he stepped in and sat down, pulling her on to his lap and holding her close. "Are you ok? You're not hurt are you?" Drake smiled and looked over her body slowly for any cuts or bruises, and then checked her head for a bump. He didn't find any, and so he slowly slipped his arms back around her. He rested his head calmly on her shoulder and let his eyes close. The water felt good on his skin, and to be sharing this with Aya made him a little happier. In his head, a small war was going on, one between the thought of him telling her how he felt, and the thought of keeping it a secret in order to protect their secret, his reputation, and her safety. He looked to Aya and smiled, noticing that she had a blush on her cheeks, but he pressed his lips slowly to her cheek once before resting his head back down and closing his eyes. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to keep her close.

As he sat in the bath, he picked up a sponge and some body wash and slowly covered the sponge. He lathered the sponge, and began to move it over her shoulders, and his arms. He moved slowly and gently, making sure he covered her arms and shoulders completely. He sat her up higher on his lap, and slowly, carefully, giving her time to object, moved the sponge over her exposed belly. He then washed her back. The last thing he washed was her legs. He ignored her private areas, letting her do that herself if she chose to. He assumed she'd be too shy, so he just rinsed her silently. He made sure he got all the body wash off of her, then he pulled her hair back. He grabbed the shower hose and turned on the water, wetting her hair down a bit more than it had already been. Then he moved on to shampoo, rinse, and condition her hair, then rinsing again. When he was done, he smiled and went back to holding her close. He enjoyed having this time with her. For once, he could spend the day with her, alone. Sitting there, he finally decided to tell her. Slowly, he moved his lips close to her ear and moved her hair, then whispered. "Aya... I love you..." He smiled a little and rested his head back down on her shoulder. "I don't expect you to feel the same... But I thought you should know." He nodded, his cheeks warm from the pink tint they carried.

Kiara had never been the kind to care about social standing, so acting in such a way to Drake seemed natural for her. he had never taken very kindly to many people in the past so she knew that he was only being so nice for Aya's sake. The fact that he was trying so hard for the human girl on the other hand was enough to make Kiara's demeanor change a bit. So when the pure blood thanked her she smiled softly to him, though not so that he could see. Yet when he turned around, his eyes the deepest purple she had ever seen she knew then and there that Drake would be good to Aya, she could tell that no other man would care for her so dearly. "I know Kowai...she's a precious thing." With that the female vampire bowed her head in respect, offering a kind glance. "You can thank me by simply looking at her with those eyes always." She smirked a bit, knowing that the subject might have made him slightly uncomfortable, but she also knew that by her aura alone Aya was a good person, one who deserved the best that Drake could give. A slight smile played on her lips as she turned away as well, heading back to the class Drake had pulled her out of. Kiara was quick to judge people and it was hard to convince her that a person was different then her first judgment, so Drake had done something rather extraordinary. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the thought of Aya and Drake together, knowing that both the humans and vampires would probably look down upon the for it. They were smart to hide behind the veil of a master and pet.

When Drake mentioned getting her food Aya smiled, eyes wandering down to the packages in his arms. "That sounds delicious! Though I could have eaten something here, you really didn't have to go through the trouble." she added, feeling a bit bad that he had gone all the way to the cafeteria for her when she had a few things in his kitchen from the shopping they had done. Though either way she was glad to see the salad and subs, fresh foods were her favorite kind. In that same moment she remembered the water in the bathroom and rushed off to turn it off lest the tub should overflow. Once her head had emerged from the water, wet hair sticking to her forehead, Aya could hear Drake's laughter. Wiping away some strands of soaked hair she pouted slightly, though she knew that he wasn't making fun of her. When he mentioned her having to stop falling into things though she smiled as well, shaking her head a little. "I've never been very coordinated I'm afraid." her voice had a tint of playfulness in it as she looked up at him. Though she fell silent and her eyes became a bit wider as he began undressing right there. She looked away, though couldn’t help but glance back at him once or twice, cheeks red as she did so.

Her eyes had been averted when he lifted her and so she was a bit surprised, looking back at the vampire as he slid himself into the tub and pulled her back against his strong chest. Drake knew just how to deal with Aya. Had he asked her if he could join her in the tub she wouldn’t have known how to react. In this way his boldness was necessary and a surprisingly good way to interact with Aya. She could never be offended by anything Drake did…she was his after all. With a hurried nod Aya looked down at the water. “I’m alright, not hurt at all…” Her voice was so quiet, enhanced only by the echo of the bathroom tiles. The way he rested against her so relaxed seemed out of character for such a man. Something told her that Drake was never so calm as this, simply because he was never like this in the public eye, only when he was alone with her. She didn’t even mention him being in the bath with her, unsure of what she would even say about it. When he kissed her cheek however she couldn’t stop the smile that graced her feather soft lips as she glanced back at him, letting herself relax as well. The warm water engulfed most of her body, making everything but Drake feel so far away. Never had a bath seemed so calming before. “Drake…this is…nice.” she whispered timidly, letting him know in the smallest way how she enjoyed his arms around her, his body pressed to her own. Slender fingers glided across the surface of the bath water and Aya let her thoughts wander for a while.

As the soaped sponge glided across her small shoulders, she was brought back to reality, glancing back at Drake as he washed her slender body. The warmth in her eyes alone told him that she was enjoying it. When he reached her stomach a soft giggle echoed through the bathroom, and she closed her eyes, squirming slightly. Aya had always been a bit ticklish and the bubbles against her bare abdomen had triggered a natural reaction. He was slow and careful in the way he washed her hair next, and she only pulled her knees up towards her chest, the water lapping about them softly as she moved. “Drake…I feel bad that you do so much for me. Isn’t a bother? I could do it you know.” she looked back at him for a moment, guilt in her eyes at the idea that he might have felt the need to do things for her when they were troublesome for him. Drake was always so caring and Aya loved it more then she could ever properly express, but it was easy to make her feel like a burden.

However it really was nice being able to just sit with him in the tub, away from the others and away from all of the problems in the world outside. Drake’s room was like their own little world where they could be what they really were, say what they really wanted, and not have to worry about anybody else. It was a haven. Her golden eyes were flecked with the light reflected about the bathroom, though soon enough they had closed and she found herself cuddled close against him, still in his lap. She stayed like this for a while, relishing in the warmth that radiated through her body at the feeling of being so close to him. Golden orbs fluttered open at the hot breath against her ear and the gentle tickle of his fingers pushing away strands of hair. A rather pleasant shiver ran down her spine from the sensations, though the feeling didn’t compare in the least to the feeling that was soon to come.

Her heart literally stopped and she forgot to breath, lips slightly parted and eyes wide. After a moment like this she blinked, taking a sharp breath of air as her cheeks flushed a deeper red than even the blood that coursed through her veins. After realizing that she had been silent for so long the human girl pulled back, turning in the tub to face him, kneeling down in the water. She now knew what that deep purple meant and it made her happier then she ever thought a simple color ever could. She did nothing to hide her flushed cheeks as she spoke. “I’ve hoped…that you would say such a thing.” she admitted shyly, her emotions distracting her form their rather exposed bodies. Her eyes drifted back to the water almost as though she was ashamed before she spoke once more. “I love…I love you too…Drake. That’s why I never want to have to leave your side. I’ll be happy for the rest of my life so long as I can be with you, slave or not. I‘ll cook for you and clean for you…and take your notes. I‘ll do whatever it takes…” It was hard for her to admit such a thing, her eyes watering slightly from happiness as she gazed up into his own. “I really am yours Drake….only yours.”

Drake smiled as he held Aya close. He didn't want to let her go, and he was glad to be having this time with her. The bath water was still nice and warm, and her skin was so soft. Drake could have sat there for hours, just stroking her skin. Drake shook his head as Aya spoke. "You're no bother to me..." He smiled and continued to wash her, and then he had told her how he felt. His cheeks were still red from having admitted his feelings from her, and a deep fear was deep inside him, a fear of her rejecting him. He couldn't say that he would blame her. He was after all a vampire. A monster hidden in a human shell. And she was a human, someone that could never be accepted for loving a vampire if the fact was known. It was the same for Drake. If anyone were to know his true feelings for her, they would both be done for. But when Drake saw the look in Aya's eyes, and saw the way she had reacted, he knew that she wouldn't be angry.

When he saw the blush on her cheeks, he smiled a little and ran a gentle hand across her cheek and into her hair. He listened to what she had to say and smiled, blushing a little again himself. He was glad to hear that Aya was happy at his side. He was glad that she never wanted to leave his side. He never wanted her to leave his side either. Drake laughed a little at the offers Aya was making, and he slowly shook his head, cradling her cheek in his hand. "Aya, shh, you don't have to do anything to stay with me." He gave her a calm smile and nodded his head. He wrapped his arms around her slowly and got up from the bath, careful to not drop her. He held her tight and close and set her down slowly once they were out. He slowly wrapped a towel around her, and then pulled his bath robe on. He picked her up again slowly and walked her out into the room, and set her down on the bed.

He leaned down to be at eye level with her, moving her hair from her face again. "Aya, I don't love you because of what you do for me, or what you could do for me. I just... Love you." He nodded his head slowly and leaned in, gently placing a light kiss on her cheek. He moved in closer to her ear, whispering to her gently. "Aya, will you promise to stay by my side, would you take immortality to stay with me?" His fangs slowly grew, and it was a test in a way. Drake wanted to make sure that Aya was dedicated to him, no matter what it took. He pressed his teeth lightly to her neck. "Would you be willing to die, to stay with me?" His hands rested gently on her hips now, and he stayed intimidatingly close to her. His eyes were looking over to hers, but the deep purple shade was back. His eyes were as deep then as they had been in the hall, and at the lake.

Drake pulled away from her slowly and looked into Aya's eyes. He saw fear in her eyes, fear and hesitation. Drake just smiled and knelt slowly, waiting for her answer. His hands moved slowly on to her lap and lay gently on them, crossed properly. "I won't force you to stay if you won't want to Aya." He nodded his head slowly and looked to the door. "You're free to leave whenever you want if you feel you can't dedicate yourself to me entirely the way that I have asked." He turned back to face her and sat expectantly, waiting for her to speak.

Aya could barely believe that Drake would feel no annoyance about having to do so much for her, yet it was his choice to do such things after all. She could have very well dressed herself and washed her own hair, yet having Drake doing such things seemed so much more enjoyable for whatever reason. So when he reassured her, letting her know that she wasn't a bother to him after all she felt at ease. Between his gentle touch and the temperate water lapping against her she was in bliss. Even this feeling though was nothing compared to the way her heart nearly burst from her chest only moments later. He was a vampire, and the first time she had met him there was nothing to indicate any desire for companionship or compassion. She would have never thought him to be able to love her, a human girl who was so weak and clumsy, so innocent and naive. Yet despite all this he did, he loved her and she loved him as well. Nobody would accept them being together, nobody would ever be able to understand why two so different beings could be connected so strongly, to be so in love, but they were.

The deep scarlet upon her cheeks only became more prominent as his hand ran over her skin and into her soft hair. Drake's touch was so comforting, almost intoxicating in the way it made her feel. Now that he had blood running through his veins, even though it wasn't his own, she could see his reddened cheeks and it put her even further at ease. Then he spoke of her not having to do anything to stay with him and she nodded in understanding, letting her large amber eyes drift closed for a moment, pressing her cheek gently against his chilled palm. "O-okay...Drake." was her simple yet oh so sweet reply, her voice alone showing how fond she was of this moment. Oh how she so desperately wanted to stay with him ever since their first meeting. She had always been unexplainable drawn to him, yet now there was even more reason for her to want to stay...she was in love, and her entire being slipped into felicity knowing that she wouldn't have to leave his side, that she really was his now because he wanted her to be.

As he slowly lifted her from the tub she realized how little they were both wearing and felt a sudden rush of embarrassment at the sight of her drenched bra and panties. Though all the discomfort was wiped away as the soft towel engulfed her torso and covered her up just as his robe did for Drake. Once more her figure was pressed against the silken bed and he was right there with her just as he had been since the first time. Heart racing, cheeks flushed, she listened to him, his words making her melt. "Your love...is all I need to keep me happy." she whispered to him, knowing more than anything that she loved him just as simply as he did her. There was no real reason, nothing that could be so easily explained...yet she did and it was undeniable.

His next question left her speechless for a moment and she was about to reassure him before his fangs grazed her tender flesh. Her eyes went wide and she shuddered a bit from the feeling. She was so vulnerable to him, she would never fight back against him. Those large innocent eyes started up at him and she felt as though she was frozen. He was so close to her, his breath warm against his neck and her heart skipped a beat before he pulled away and knelt close. As his back turned to her she sat up, a hesitant hand reached out to him though she soon pulled it back and bit her lower lip. "I would....I would die to stay with you." she finally whispered, her fingers running idly across her neck. Carefully her hand reached out, cupping his cheek and gently guiding him to look at her. "I'll do whatever it takes to be with you...I never want to leave." she admitted rather timidly, pulling her hand back, looking flustered yet determined.

It was the truth, she was willing to become a vampire, to do whatever it took so that they could be together. She never wanted to be without him...for once in her life there was something she wanted to badly that she would die for it. Even she herself couldn't believe this feeling, but her heart wrenched at even the thought of leaving him. She took his hand into her own, pressing it to her cheek and sliding it slowly to her neck. She offered a weak smile, eyes shining with a warm compassion as she spoke. "I didn't lie when I said I was yours Drake..." she reassured him, letting her long eyelashes brush against her rose dusted cheeks as she stayed close to him, towel slipping down slightly. After a moment like this her eyes opened, remaining soft as she gazed up at him. "Your skin is so cold, but somehow your touch still feels warm." She was ready to do whatever it took, not matter how hard it was to stay with him. Drake had saved her life and captured her heart. Pushing her hair away from her neck Aya swallowed hard, physically hesitant but mentally decided as she looked up at the man she called her master. "I'm dedicated...I promise you."

Meanwhile Kiara was still sitting in class, taking her notes as best as she could with this new distraction on her mind. Did Drake really love Aya, so much that he would be willing to risk his status and reputation? She was a human and he wasn't just a vampire...but a pure blood of all things! It shouldn't have been possible for two such people to be in love, yet the way he fought for her and looked at her made it obvious to Kiara that Drake was willing to risk it all for Aya. The way the human girl clung to such a cold vampire, looking as though nothing would hurt her in his grasp, the way that Aya was willing to give up her freedom and devote herself so completely to a man like Drake made it clear...they were in love. Shaking her head a bit Kiara groaned, knowing that it would be hard for them both in such a place, in such a world...

Drake watched as Aya moved his hand from her cheek, to her neck. A faint smile was on his lips, knowing that she would be willing to do anything it took for her to be able to stay with him. Little did Aya know, she didn't need to die to be with him. No, there was a much simpler solution. Drake wouldn't tell her... No he wouldn't tell her, not yet. But slowly, he leaned up again. His fangs were still drawn, and he moved in towards her neck... Once his mouth was out of her view, he retracted his fangs and simply kissed her neck once, suckling gently. His hands gently rubbed at her hips. After a few moments, Drake pulled away and looked into Aya's eyes. "I'm glad you're so ready and so dedicated. But... I will let you think on it. I don't want you making a rushed choice my dear Aya." Drake nodded and he got up, walking to his closet. He picked out a fresh outfit, then from his drawer, fresh boxers.

Drake looked to Ayu with a smile. "I'm going to get dressed. Once I'm dressed, and once you're dry, you can get dressed. We'll go out." He nodded his head and turned to the bathroom. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He folded his clothes over a towel bar and looked himself over int he mirror. He was starting to go pale again. He would need to feed early today. He sighed a bit and ran a hand through his long hair. His eyes were still purple. He couldn't let other vampires see this. Focusing, Drake managed to get his eyes to shift back to their normal color. Thank God. With a sigh, he took the hairbrush and brushed his hair back, leaving only a few strands dangling at the front. The rest? Pulled into a neat pony tail.

Drake pulled his wet boxers off and dried himself. He then proceeded to pull his new pants on, then the dress shirt, stuffing it in his pants. Then his vest, and the jacket. He was ready and prepped to go out. Once he looked proper, to his liking, he left the bathroom and smiled to Aya. "Ready to get dressed?" He tilted his head and handed her her dress, gloves, and everything else. "Go get ready." He nodded and walked past her. Watching as she went into the bathroom, he sat on the bed a moment in thought. He stared off into space, zoning out for a moment. A million things were running through his mind, but with a smile he came out of it.

He got up and grabbed his wallet and keys, stuffing them into his pockets. He looked around and grabbed a nice hat that would perfectly match his outfit, and stuffed it onto his head. He looked sharp. Very nice. He may have looked good before, but damn! He looked himself in the mirror again and he could swear he was steaming! He laughed a little and stood by the door waiting for Aya to come out of the bathroom. When she did, he smiled and tilted his head to her. "Are you ready to go, Ayu?" He really did look stunning, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed...

Aya's heart was racing within her chest, thudding through her whole body as she prepared herself, more than convinced that he was about to turn her right then and there. Why else would he have asked her such a thing so suddenly? Either way she was ready, Aya would go to all lengths to stay with Drake...she never wanted to be without him, her devotion was clear. Eyes shut tight she awaited his fangs, she would do anything it took, no matter how frightening or painful. When she finally felt him against her neck though it was anything but unpleasant. Aya's eyes opened almost immediately as he suckled gently at her soft neck, body relaxing against him. She bit her lower lip, restraining her sound a bit "Nnn..." The warmth rushed to her cheeks like fire, that ever becoming pink tint adorning her cheeks once again. The hands brushing against her hips so tenderly only made the feeling all the more flustering. His touch was gentle yet firm, always so confident in his actions, it made the human girl feel helpless, helpless to a force she would never want to fight against either way.

His words were kind, reassuring, bit still she was surprised. She had made her decision...perhaps Drake thought that she would change her mind? Aya knew that she would not, she was prepared to make a sacrifice for him like he had for her. Just taking her in as his pet in the first place was a danger to his reputation, perhaps even to his life and yet he had still helped her...and was now in love with her. All the same she just watched him, not objecting. If he wanted her to wait and answer again she would. Aya nodded to him diligently, thoughts of where they could be going running through her head as he entered the bathroom as well as thoughts of other things. She hadn't missed it, the way his eyes changed so frequently. Aya saw the way they turned to scarlet when he was angry, the way they remained deep blue when he was calm. Yet the purple...she still didn't really understand it until now. They were only ever purple for her, reflecting light so beautifully like a rare gem as he watched her, looking at his 'pet' with such a fond look. She finally understood now, why his eyes turned that deep beautiful shade. It was a shade of affection...it showed that he really did love her, undeniably.

When he finally emerged from the bathroom once more Aya's eyes drifted over is form, taking in every detail. He always looked so elegant, even if they were just going down the hall he was sure to look his best. Then again, Drake was a very handsome man, why shouldn't he take pride in it? "Yes, Drake." She took her clothes from him without question and smiled warmly, glancing up at him once more before running off into the bathroom to get herself changed. Slowly the girl slipped off her wet bra and panties, shivering slightly before letting them fall onto the ground. She fished through the clothes that Drake had handed her, finding a pair of boyshorts and a rather comfy looking bra. They matched, as always, this time they were simple black with elegant white ribbon accents.

She slipped into her usual dress, pulling it up and wiggling about a bit before zipping it up and letting out a sigh of content. Looking at herself in the mirror Aya frowned a bit, Drake looked so amazing...almost breathtaking and here she was still a mess from her fall into the tub. She took a deep breath, determined to look her best for Drake before leaving the bathroom. With that the girl went to work, brushing her hair slowly, being sure to keep every piece of hair smooth and silky the way Drake always had when he brushed it for her. Once the blond hair was to her liking Aya moved to her face, running a hand over her smooth skin. She pursed her lips for a moment, thinking of what she could do before pulling out some mascara and brushing it over her already long eyelashes. This only made that bright amber color pop more, somehow making her more innocent looking than ever before. She left the rest on it's own, never having had worn much make-up to begin with.

With care she clasped the collar about her slender neck, brushing her fingers lightly over the "D" that hung down above her chest. After slipping on her gloves and socks she stepped into her mary-janes. Grabbing the pink, intricate rose hairpiece from the counter she positioned it in her hair and looked herself over once more. Deciding there wasn't much else she really could do, Aya stepped into the bedroom slowly. The first thing she caught sight of was Drake leaned against the wall so nonchalantly in a hat she hadn't seen before. With a bit of a giggle she walked to him. "Yes, I'm ready Drake! Where are we going though?" she questioned softly, spinning once before finally arriving at his side. "That hat is very becoming of you though." she mentioned softly, ever so slightly embarrassed as always. Eagerly she opened the door of the room, taking Drake by the arm and carefully tugging him with her before they got into the hallway. Once they were in the eyes of the student body Aya sighed, falling back a good ways away from Drake and lowered her head. She was still nothing but a human pet in their minds.

Drake smiled as Aya came out of the bathroom prepared. He held the door open for her and, as she stepped out, he followed, closing the door behind him and locking it. He took his normal lead ahead of her and shoved his hands nonchalantly into his pockets, walking toward the school parking lot. Of course, where else would he go to find his car? When they got to it, Drake opened the door for Aya, making sure she got in and got buckled. Once she had, he moved over to the driver's side door and slipped in as well. He pulled his keys from his pocket and put the car key in the ignition. With a roar, the engine came on, and Drake backed out of the lot. He made his way down the school road, making his way to the main road.

Once he had made it there, he turned left to go to town. He looked to Aya with a smile. "We're going to have a little fun today." He nodded his head, turning his attention back to the road. His hand gripped the steering wheel as it always did, allowing him to weave in and out of the flowing traffic. He was a scary driver. Talented and skilled... But scary! He had just barely missed so many cars that it was amazing they were still in one piece! In any case, he moved gracefully through the traffic before he pulled into the town mall. He looked around carefully for a parking spot, before finding out that was relatively close to the doors of the mall. He shifted into park, took off his seat belt, and smiled. He got out of the car, got the door for Aya, took her hand, and led her inside.

Once inside, Drake looked around and looked at the mall map. The 'you are here' arrow indicated they were about a 3 minute walk from where Drake was taking Aya. He nodded his head and led the way, tugging her along gently as he moved. He looked from face to face of people that looked at them. Some admiring his looks. Some admiring hers. And some weird looks because of the outfits. Drake shrugged them off and closed his eyes some, continuing the path to where he had chosen to take Aya. When they got there, a big smile played on his face and he turned to Aya. "Surprise!" Was all he said.

They stood in front of a massive lingerie store, with tons of bras, panties, corsets, bustiers, and even bikini sets. Drake had a smirk on his face. "We're going to get you some new, sexier panties and bras." He nodded, pulling her inside carefully. "You're going to try some on, show them to me, and together, we're going to pick which ones you buy." He nodded his head, taking a seat on a chair that was between the change rooms and the display racks. He crossed his arms, and folded one leg over the other. "Go on, have fun. Price isn't an issue." He nodded again to her.

[Blitzkrieg]

Aya just followed obediently to the car, being sure not to say anything that might make the other vampires wonder. If they suspected something it would only cause more trouble for Drake and that was the last thing she wanted. They got their usual glares, the few curious ones who jut questioned them with looks and of course those who fawned over them, somehow it was the same wherever they went, vampires just tended to glare more than the humans did. She bucked herself in properly before they left the parking lot, body tensing up a bit as he drove. He weaved between cars as though they were invincible. Which technically he was, but Aya on the other hand was mortal, it was normal for her to worry about being killed in a car accident. Still, no matter how frightened she had become, his driving was just as graceful as everything else he did and they managed to arrive at the mall promptly and for all intensive purposes still alive. "Fun?" she questioned softly, leaving it at that until they entered the mall.

There were more stares here, and yet it seemed as tough most were admiring now, not that it made her and less uncomfortable. She followed him as they weaved past people, gliding past store after store until they finally stopped. She heard his voice ring through the mall and found herself looking up curiously only to see that their destination had been a lingerie store. Those goldenrod eyes grew wide, cheeks tinting pink at his mention of getting her sexier panties and bras. "W-what?" she stuttered softly, not used to a situation like this, especially with a man so handsome as Drake urging her on. Still and yet though she followed after him, looking down to her feet as more people stared seeing the alluring couple enter such a shop.

She listened as he spoke again, listened to that smooth voice, so deep and melodic as he spoke to her once again. "S-show them to you?" she stuttered once more, finding herself utterly flustered at the idea despite her best efforts. "But...Drake I..." her cheeks were cherry red when a saleswoman walked over, taking the doll-like girl by the arm and ushering her off to look at their selection. "Oh, getting some new lingerie for the boyfriend I see hm? He's a handsome one for sure." she teased at Aya, adoring the way her innocence shone through those rosette cheeks. "You're just the cutest thing. Follow me, I'll help you get something that will be perfect, he'll love it I'm sure." she invited to Aya. The girl looked up at the smiling woman before her, finding the help comforting and giving a bit of a nod. "Thank you so much."

They went through the whole store, picking piece after pieces from the racks and off the walls. By the time the saleswoman escorted Aya back to Drake his 'pet' had a handful of bras and panties as well as a few bustiers and thigh high stockings. The woman beside Aya smiles proudly, beaming with accomplishment as the things she and the girl had picked. Nudging her into the dressing room the saleswoman moved to Drake with a kind smile, whispering to the man. "Quite an adorable girl you have. I hope you enjoy." she said, winking playfully before trotting off now that her job was done.

By the time Aya emerged from those curtains again she was clad in a black lace bra with a tiny pink ribbon between the cups, matching lace panties with ribbons on the sides of her hips and black thigh highs with pink ribbons. The bra unhooked from the front, the lace an intricate design, just enough to cover the utterly flustered girl who stood before him. As for the panties, those were only just appropriate, tight enough to be borderline thong and yet so very becoming of her slender figure. The collar still rested upon her neck, a symbol of his 'claim' over her. Her heart was racing, thudding against her chest as she stood before him. Soft eyes were cast to the floor, glancing down at her feet, turned inward as a nervous habit. Aya shifted from one foot to the other, still as flushed as ever as she finally ventured to look at Drake. "Is it...to you're liking?" she asked timidly, unaware that an unwelcome guest was also wandering the mall.

Drake laughed a little when Aya was taken by the worker. He sat back and watched as Aya went to one rack and then another, picking out this and that. He watched carefully, seeing what she picked, from a distance anyway. When Aya and the woman came back, he smiled to what the worker had to say, nodding his head. "Mmm, she is, and I bet she'll be even more adorable in those tiny get ups." He laughed a little as Aya passed him into the change rooms.

Drake looked at thet ime on his cell phone while Aya changed, and when she came out, a small smirk played on his face, looking her over. He smirked, his eyes focusing on her bra first, then the panties, and then the stockings. He nodded his head and stood up, circling her for a moment. He smiled and kissed her cheek, his hands on her arms. "I love these." He nodded his head and smiled. "Go get the next pair on, and put these ones in a pile. We'll get you these ones." He smiled and moved back to his chair.

Drake sat back down and crossed his leg again, watching as Aya moved back into the change rooms. He smiled. He looked out to the crowed of people passing by the store, feeling a little uneasy. He shifted his eyes away and waited for Aya. As he did, images of her danced in his mind. He admitted silently to himself that she looked very adorable and attractive in the first set, and was sure that she would look just as good in the next set.

Drake yawned a little as he waited, glancing to his watch to check the time, smiling. He glanced back at the passing people with narrow eyes. "Someone's here... Someone familiar..." He narrowed his eyes a moment, but no one caught his eye. He shrugged. "Must be my imagination." He turned back and waited for Aya, a big smile on his face.

Aya had been worried that Drake might not like the lingerie she had chosen, yet when she saw that smirk on his face she knew it had been a false assumption. Truthfully though it didn't put her anymore at ease to see that look in his eye. If anything it only embarrassed her more, making her heart race just from the way he looked her over. Soon the vampire got even closer, kissing her cheek, hands dancing on her slender arms, it made Aya blush slightly more though smile as well as she looked up at the man she loved. "R-really? I'm so glad!" she replied with a sweet look in her eyes. Somehow the girl didn't seem to notice the men gawking through the window at her little outfit. It wasn't everyday a girl like her paraded around in something like that after all. They were practically drooling over her, ready to go after the pretty little thing before they saw Drake circle her and swoop in, showing his claim.

When he moved back to his seat Aya nodded loyally, scampering past the curtain once again to show him the next 'outfit' they had picked out. This time it was something different, a pure white silk bra with pearls strewn about and matching panties with ruffles around the top. It was a bit less revealing than the outfit before but still as alluring as ever. Slipping on the white thigh highs with lace around the top she looked in the mirror, blushing at herself and taking a deep breath. The color let her innocence shine through and the way they hugged her curves complimented her perfectly, somehow it was beautiful even if it was as such for different reasons than the first ones she tried on. Fixing her hair a bit Aya peeked out the curtain at Drake who was waiting with a smile planted on his lips.

She hadn't expected this kind of trip, yet he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself and even though she was getting flustered Aya still enjoyed being able to try on things that would make Drake happy, she herself even loved these beautiful pieces, daring not to even look at the price tags. She stepped out once more, still unaware that she was a show for more men stopping near the store window. Some of them were with their girlfriends or wives, getting themselves into big trouble as they were dragged away from the glass, the women casting glares at the oblivious girl. Aya blushed a bit once again as she looked to the ma sitting there watching her. "It's different from what I usually wear..." she commented softly, wondering if white suited her at all.

Meanwhile Mitch, the boy from Aya's old class was out shopping for some new clothes. He casually walked around, glancing from store to store. However a rather eager gathering near one store window caught his attention. "Lingerie...really?" he groaned, deciding to see what the commotion was about so he could likely mock the pigs who couldn't keep their jaws off the ground. With a glance at the window however he was dumbfounded to see Aya standing there, clad in white like an angel. She was barely covered at all, making Mitch turn beet red from just one look. He forgot to breath for a moment, just staring at the girl he had been crushing on for the past year. "She looks...amazing..." he whispered before noticing the bright blush upon her own soft cheeks. Glancing to where her eyes were he noticed the man from the cafeteria, the one who seemed to think he could control her.

Mitch glared at the man, marching into the store and stepping into Drake's view. "I thought you were just showing her around? What are you doing in a place like this?!" he demanded, sounding as though Aya was his girlfriend. "And...and what are you making her wear?" he was still bright red, surpassed only by Aya herself who seemed utterly devastated. "M-mitch!?" Just then she noticed the other men at the window as well, getting more flushed than ever before rushing behind the curtain once more, looking almost as though shw were about to cry from embarrassment.

Drake blinked and smiled when he saw Aya come out of the change room. His eyes looked over her body, again paying attention to each detail of the outfit. He started nodding his head with a smile. "Very nice. I really like this one as well!" He laughed, staying in his chair this time. "We'll put this one in the pile that we're buying, and you'll try the next one on." He smiled, nodding his head. He crossed his arms over his chest as he waited.

When Mitch burst into the store and got in Drake's face, Drake blinked his eyes. He narrowed them, and slowly, they turned blood red. "Excuse me?" Drake got up, towering over Mitch with anger in his eyes. "I WAS just showing her around the school, you insignificant little worm." Drake's tone of voice changed drastically. "And, I'm not MAKING her wear anything, either. I took her here, yes, but I don't see her saying no. Do you?" Drake looked deep into the boy's eyes.

Drake didn't care now if his eyes were red. Sure that could reveal what he was, but at this point, he didn't care at all. He growled to the boy. "What business is this of yours, anyway?" Drake took a step closer. "You aren' the one that Aya is here with. She's here with me. She's not your girlfriend either, is she?" Drake's tone got harsher. "The last time I checked, Aya was with ME." Drake shoved Mitch a little. Mitch retaliated. He came at Drake with a growl, and an attempted punch, but quickly, Drake grabbed the boy's fist, crushing it.

"You impotent, miserable, useless excuse for a human!" Drake hissed. "Do you honestly think that I'm going to lose to you? I don't think so!" With a swift motion, Drake tossed Mitch aside and to the floor. He turned his attention back to Aya. "Don't be scared. Go get dressed, take everything you picked. Let's pay and get out of here." Drake kept his eyes on Mitch to make sure he didn't do anything else stupid.

Aya found herself slowly calming down more as Drake looked over her outfits. It was a bit less embarrassing once she got used to the way he looked at her, that glimmer in his eyes. She was still flushed yes but she was enjoying herself as well, she liked being able to try on all the different pieces for him. Mitch however quickly ruined that feeling, pushing Aya into an undesired discomfort once again as she hid herself behind the curtain, peeking her head out once she heard Drake raising his voice at Mitch. She found herself taken aback and yet part of her was happy as well. Drake was protective of her, but he was protective because he wanted her to be his alone...it was what she wanted as well.

Mitch gasped a bit as Drake stood and moved closer, he hadn't expected a retaliation as brisk as this. In fact he hadn't expected anything at all. Mitch hadn't been thinking when he burst into the store, he only wanted to get Aya away from that other man, the one all the girls in his class were fawning over for days after he appeared in the cafeteria. He found himself growing testy as the older man raised his voice, speaking daggers at the boy. "No I don't, but that doesn't mean she WANTS to be here with you!" he retaliated, knowing how shy Aya was. It would be easy to keep her somewhere against her will, blushing didn't have to mean that she liked the man after all.

Mitch found himself speechless at the vampire's next comments, he really wasn't with Aya no matter how much he wished he was. She wasn't his girlfriend...was she really with this other man? He growled a bit in anger, the words getting to him as he looked up at Drake. It was then that he noticed it, those red eyes. They were deep and powerful, almost glowing with malice as he looked down at Mitch. The boy gasped a bit, what was this man? When he was shoved the human boy instinctively fought back, going in to punch Drake right in the face, anger etched into his usually harmless face. His attempt was foiled however and a whimper of pain tore from his throat when Drake crushed his fist with ease. This eyes grew wider and he took a step back. "W-what are you!?" he demanded, not even thinking of Aya now that this 'monster' was such a threat. Before he could say any more however he was tossed onto the ground, groaning in pain but too dizzy to stand.

Still watching the men Aya saw the whole fight, wincing slightly when Drake threw Mitch to the ground. He really didn't have a right to barge into the store though, didn't have the right to talk to Drake in such a way when Aya was his. Hopefully now Mitch would leave her be...only now did she realize how he felt about her, it was no wonder the vampire hadn't liked Mitch from the start. With a rushed nod she closed the curtain quickly slipping into her dress and carrying the pile of lingerie out with her. She tried not to look at Mitch who was on the ground of the store, turning her attention only to Drake. "Everything?" she questioned softly but soon went to the counter and waited for Drake to pay. When the total came up on the register she nearly had a heart attack, looking up at him with guilt in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea it would be so much!" she exclaimed, her attention being drawn away when Mitch spoke again.

"I know you're not human! I don't know what you are...but you're not human!" he yelled to Drake, making Aya swallow hard. She took the bags from the woman behind the counter, nervously hurrying out of the store, tugging Drake with her. She seemed distraught, on the brink of tears as she looked up at her handsome lover. "It's all my fault Drake, I'm sorry. He knows your secret all because of me." she whimpered, shaking her head a bit. "You've done so much for me and all I bring you are problems...." He protected her fiercely, kept her safe, he gave her a place to stay, food to eat, clothes to wear, Drake did everything for her. He was a gentleman and a caring lover...Aya couldn't ask for more and yet she sometimes wondered if she was anything but a burden.

Drake hissed to Mitch when he held the boy's fist, his long, sharp fangs protruding from their normal placement. His eyes shone a deeper red. "I'm your worst nightmare." Drake moved with Aya to the counter, paying for the property without a second thought, waving his hand at her. "No worries. As for you..." Drake turned his attention to Mitch again. "If I ever see you again, it'll be the last time that ANYONE does." Drake growled, starting to move out of the store with Aya, being pulled along.

Drake's eyes stayed focused on Mitch with the most evil glare he'd given, which was similar to the one that he had given Luke. It was clear now that Drake wasn't human to anyone that was paying attention. Thankfully for him, no one really paid much attention to him, and they were all focused at laughing at Mitch's misfortune. That was a bonus for Drake, because it both scared Mitch, and gave him time to return to normal. Soon, Drake was outside the store with a distraught Aya.

He looked to her, his eyes finally going back to their normal blue color. "Are you okay?" He placed a gently hand on her cheek, rubbing it gently. "The problems you bring me are nothing. They're hardly even problems." Drake smiled, kissing her cheek gently once. "It's not like you knew he was going to be here, and even if he knows what I am, no one will believe him." Drake laughed and took the bags from Aya. "I'll carry these." He nodded his head forward. "Come on, we're going to go eat." He smiled.

Drake moved ahead of her and lead her to a little restaurant inside the mall, smiling. It had a little bit of a bistro styling to it. Fancy, but affordable. He smiled. "After you." He indicated. "Sit anywhere you want." Drake nodded his head, following Aya to the table she chose, putting the bags under the table. He sat down and picked up the menu. "Order anything you want, Aya."

Mitch found himself frozen with fear, the picture of Drake playing back in his mind over and over, those blood red eyes those...those...fangs?! He was more than shaken up, his life had just been threatened and he was convinced that Aya's boyfriend was a vampire. What if he really was holding her against her will? Mitch couldn't stand for that. Despite the way she seemed to want to get Drake out of there he still couldn't process that she could really love a monster, he was stronger than any other man Mitch had ever fought and didn't even try to hide his true appearance...but even Mitch knew that nobody would believe him, they would call him crazy and brush it off as though they had never been told, especially those damn fan girls of his, they could never believe he was anything but perfect.

Once they were out of the store Aya finally let herself relax, even if only slightly, and she looked back up at the man she loved. Now his eyes were blue once more, that beautiful crisp color, so calm and soothing as she gazed into them. How could she not be okay with him comforting her so gently, with his soft words and touch? "Yes..." she managed to whisper, eyes closing for a moment in content. She blushed ever so slightly at his kiss to her cheek, smiling at him as he spoke. "If you say so..." she replied, nodding at his next comment. Hopefully he was right. The bags were soon taken from her hands and she found herself hurryig after him towards a cute little bistro. "O-oh okay!"

Always such a gentleman, Drake was classic in the way he treated her and it made the human girl smile, walking over to a small table in the middle of the restaurant. She looked across to the gentle vampire, eyes softening a bit and couldn't help but to giggle softly. "It's so beautiful here Drake. You really do spoil me." she teased a bit, letting him know how she was grateful for how he treated her, unlike any other person in the world. Looking through the menu she tilted her head, Aya didn't even know what half of these words meant none the less what they were. With that she decided to just stick to things that were written in English, nodding decisively.

It was then that Aya knocked over her spoon, in he process of bending down to pick it up, the waitress bumped into her chair, knocking her to her feet and causing a soft gasp to leave her lips. She reached to balance herself, but the table cloth slipped under her grasp and only made her fall forwards more rapid. With a bit of a yelp she ended up nearly sitting in Drake's lap, eyes wide as she found her lips pressed against his own. Bright red cheeks only added to her flustered expression and despite how she enjoyed the feeling Aya pulled herself back, body stiff as she looked down at the floor below them. "I...I'm so sorry I just...I tripped...and..."

Drake smiled to Aya as she went through the menu, silently laughing to himself. He lifted a cup of coffee to his lips and took a sip, his eyes going over the menu as well. With a 'hmmm', his eyes seemed to shift from one side of the menu to the other, trying to decide on what he wanted. He could read, unlike Aya, what was on the menu, so he did have more of an option than Aya. Drake set down the menu and crossed one leg over his other, waiting for the waitress to come. He watched Aya carefully, his eyes blinking a few times. He could tell that she was a little confused by the menu, so he smirked.

Drake looked to the waitress as she came with a smile, setting his cup of coffee down. He saw her take out her note pad and pen, and assumed she came to take their order. When Drake turned back to Aya, she was bent forward, picking up her spoon. He looked back to the waitress, who for a moment, turned her head to look at the kitchen. He gasped a bit, the waitress bumping into Aya's chair. When she fell, Drake looked down to make sure she was okay, but noticed she hadn't fallen completely.

He smiled when he noticed that, turning his attention back to his coffee. However, when he picked up his cup, it wasn't long until Aya was in his lap, lips locked to his. His cheeks turned a tint of red, but, his arms moved around her. When she pulled away as fast as she had fallen, he blinked his eyes a little bit. When Aya started to talk, Drake just laughed a little, shaking his head. He rubbed her back gently as she sat on his lap, smirking to her gently. "Do you really think that I'm bothered?"

Drake tilted his head a little, his smirk growing. "I've got a beautiful girl falling both in love with me, and in to my lap. There's not a thing more I can ask for... And what I can ask for... I can simply take!" Drake laughed a little again before slowly putting his hand on her cheek, pulling her lips to his again. He kissed her once more, slowly, gently, and lovingly, this time his eyes closing. He held the kiss for a few moments, before slowly pulling away, rubbing Aya's cheek.

Aya felt rather foolish not being able to even read half of the menu, Drake on the other hand seemed to have no difficulties whatsoever. Then again Aya wasn't quite sure how old he was beneath that young face, nor did she care, he could have traveled through Europe for all she knew, he was well rounded when it came to knowledge and languages after all. There were just some things that Aya wasn't sure about, things about Drake's past and yet somehow it didn't bother her. She knew that he was a vampire, knew that he had saved her. She knew about his demeanor and the fact that he really liked Chinese food, she also knew of the way he cared for her, the fact that he loved her, all of this was enough for the gentle little mortal. If she could care for him the way he did for her than Aya would be content, that was all there was to it.

Even as she pulled away Aya was still in her master's lap, flustered as ever because of the whole tripping incident. So this was her first kiss then, with the man she loved and yet in such an unorthodox way. She certainly hadn't expected it to happen this way and half wondered if Drake minded. His arms were already looped around her small form though, and the way he rubbed her back was comforting as he laughed, a sound that would be rare for any other to hear. At his question her blush only deepened and she bit her lower lip. "Well...um..." she stopped trying to think as he finished his thought. With a soft smile she looked to her lap, embarrassed at his compliments. It was only when his hand lay softly against her cheek that she looked back into his eyes.

Time seemed to slow down as his lips melded to her own again, this time in an intended kiss, slow and gentle. Her eyes fluttered shut, cheeks still dusted pink as she rested her hand upon his strong chest, getting lost in the feeling of his warmth, of the kiss. Her heart beat gently, lulling her the same way being so close to him did, it was like bliss until he pulled away, and even then his hand danced across her cheek lovingly. So many in the restaurant watched this scene play out, many in awe and others busy fawning over the beauty of the couple, how romantic they were. Aya was where every other girl in the world would want to be, in Drake's lap...in Drake's heart.

Her eyes were soft and she rested herself against his chest tenderly, gazing up at him for a moment before she spoke. "I love you Drake..." Little did either of them know that more trouble was just around the corner. Standing at the door of the bistro was Luke, smirking to himself at the sight that lay before him, just perfect. "So...she's more than your slave after all?" he asked almost mockingly, striding over to the table with a cocky smirk and confident air about him despite being defeated my Drake before. Here they couldn't fight, it would bring too much attention to the two inhuman men and Luke wasn't necessarily threatening them either way. Drakes secret however...was now exposed...at least to Luke. "We were getting a little suspicious...with you not spilling the blood of your slave for so long."

Drake kept Aya in the kiss for a few moments, making the moment last long enough to be remembered, but not long enough to be inappropriate. They were in public after all, and Drake haven't forgotten that. His hand lay gently on Aya's cheek, and the other against her back, gently stroking up her spin. He pulled away slowly, and had a gentle, loving smile on his face as he looked up to her. His hand moved from her cheek to around her waist with the other hand, holding her close.

"You know, your clumsy spells come in handy sometimes." He smirked to her, laughing a little as he spoke. "If it weren't for the fact that you are clumsy, we wouldn't have kissed just now." Drake winked to her for a moment, laughing again lightly. Then, suddenly, a voice came from across the room, and Drake's eyes seemed to goo wide, he was almost horrified. The voice was a voice Drake hoped wasn't that of who he was thinking, but knew he was hearing it right. Drake slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice, and suddenly his eyes narrowed.

Here came Luke, striding over to their table as if he owned the place, with one of the cockiest smirks Drake had ever seen on his face. Drake slowly moved Aya off his lap and stood up, his arms flat to his sides. "What are you doing here, Laur?" Drake's eyes were glaring the other boy down. He was not at all pleased to see Luke here. And what was worse, is that the younger vampire had seen and heard more than he should have, and now both Drake and Aya were at risk. Drake stepped to the other male and growled a little.

"So Kowai, she's more than your little pet, eh?" Luke's smirk only got bigger, his arms crossing over his chest. "You're playing her off as your slave, and so no one questions your relationship with her..." Luke began laughing, clapping his hands together once. "Oh, oh this is priceless. Wait until I tell the others!" He sang, holding his stomach from laughing. Drake simply huffed, grabbging the bag from under the table. He pulled it open in front of Luke.

"Do you think that I'm crazy, Luke?" Drake pulled out a set of the lingerie, showing them to Luke. "We're here because she needed some sexy clothing to be shown off in. What good is a slave that doesn't show skin?" Drake looked to Aya and back to Luke. "Sure, she calls me by my name, but that's in public where other humans are." Drake tossed the bag back down. "In public, she's my 'girlfriend', you know, male humans have those?" Drake rolled his eyes sarcastically. Luke raised an eye brow for a moment, shaking his head.

"Whatever your real game is Kowai, I'll figure it out. Bet on it." Luke spat, spinning and walking out of the bistro. Drake sighed and hung his head in his hand for a moment before turning back to the table, sitting down. He was still irritated, and his foot tapped under the table as he thought. His hands her folded together and under his chin, his eyes glaring off into a distance.

Drake was plotting. He was plotting something, and that was certain. He looked up to Aya who seemed as worried as him. He shook his head a little and motioned for her to sit. "Kill him... I'm going to have to kill him so he doesn't say anything. Or even better..." Drake smirked a little. "I can get Kiara to help us. She can distract Luke, after all, he likes her... I'll give her a little money for her help." Drake nodded his head before sitting back as the food arrived.

He looked down at the food with a smile, picking up his fork. "I hope you like the food here. I eat here a lot, believe it or not." He nodded his head before sinking his fork into his food, which was a panzerotti type thing, pulling a piece from it, and shoving it into his mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment as he chewed, savoring the taste of the food.

This kiss was unlike anything Aya had ever felt before, so soft and passionate, he was always so gentle with her. Cheeks still reddened she smiled back at him, letting herself relax against his strong form for a while, until they were interrupted by Luke...the last person she wanted to see right now. The girl couldn't help but giggle slightly at his comment, still flushed as she looked down at herself. "I...I'm glad something good came out of it." There was something so alluring about him, the way he winked at her almost making her fawn over him the same way those girls who couldn't have him did. Maybe it was because of his vampire linage, or maybe it was just because he was Drake, a composed, handsome, gentleman but Aya never ceased to be amazed at the way he made her feel.

The second Luke showed up at the door Aya's whole world started to spin. Anxiety welled up in her chest as she slipped off of Drake's lap, standing behind him obediently as Luke spoke more. He knew, Luke knew what relationship Aya and Drake really had and there was nothing to stop him from telling the whole school. Drake would have to deal with all of the harassment, they would look down upon him and his reputation would be gone...all because of Aya. Oh how she prayed he could get out of this, watching with anticipation as he grabbed the bag from beneath the table.

His explanation was perfect, thank God they had been to the lingerie store. She blushed slightly when he spoke of a slave having to show skin and wondered if she would actually have to wear the lingerie in front of anybody but Drake. The whole time they spoke Aya remained quiet, playing her role once more and letting Drake talk them out of this as best he could...with that elegant voice of his. Somehow, by the time he left Luke's seemingly perfect theory was full of holes, nothing he could tell the other vampires without Drake shooting down his 'evidence'.

By the time he finally left Aya was more at ease, her heartbeat slowing to a steady thud and her tension lifting a bit. Though even with him gone there was still a tense air around them and she sat back as well, watching Drake as he tapped his foot, planning something...anybody looking could see that. When he spoke of killing Luke Aya frowned softly, knowing that if he decided it she couldn't stop him, she would rather have Drake safe than Luke... "Luke...likes Kiara?" Aya contemplated it for a while, remembering how kind the other girl had been to her and she only hoped that she would be willing to help. Then maybe nobody would have to die.

When the food finally came Aya ate slowly, savoring the taste of every bite. It was no wonder the food was good if Drake ate there so much, he didn't seem like the type to really have a taste for anything cheap. When they finished their meal Aya smiled softly, still a little worried about Luke but..somehow happy all the same. "Even though we got caught...I'm glad that...that we got to have our first kiss." she admitted timidly, looking to Drake with sincere eyes, she then looked at his skin, at his eyes and realized he hadn't been feeding. "Drake...you need to feed tonight. Please let it be me." she whispered, offering herself to him just as she had when they first met, he hadn't drank from her since that day.

His response to her too was a whisper, one that brought a tint to her cheeks, and she nodded softly, trying her best to not get flustered like that in public. It wasn't too long of a car ride before they were back at the school, quietly they slipped in, passing by a few vampires since it was getting closer to night every second and classes had already ended. She walked behind him, being sure she was carrying the bags as they headed to his dorm.

Once inside the flustered girl hurried herself into the bathroom without a word, fishing around the bag for the black lingerie he had liked so much. Carefully she slipped out of her dress, setting all of the things aside neatly before clasping the bra on and slipping into the panties. Last came the thigh-highs and of course she left her collar on, for him to remove at his own will..even if she wasn't really his slave Aya saw it as a symbol that she was his.

Finally she emerged once again, black lace adorning her gentle curves, rose tinging her cheeks, and that ever so innocent expression upon her face as she walked towards the vampire hesitantly. "Do you think...you can feed now Drake?"

Drake nodded to Aya when she pointed out that he hadn't fed. True he didn't much feel it right now because he was eating human food, and he was preoccupied, but if he didn't eat soon, he knew what could happen. When Aya offered to let him drink from her, his eyes softened a little. He didn't like having to eat from her, but he knew that it was too late to pick a victim for the night, so he knew that Aya would have to do. He loved how she was so loyal. She offered her own blood to him when she knew he had to eat. No human would ever do that. Drake was flattered.

Drake made his way to the car with Aya, opening the car door for her. He slipped into the car next and put the key in the ignition, cranking the key til the engine screamed. He shifted into drive, putting his seat belt on. before soon enough, pulling out of the mall parking lot. As usual, he sped through traffic, swerving from lane to lane. He seemed in a rush to get home. Part of it was because he was worried Luke had already started talking. Another part was that he knew he needed to feed soon.

Drake took the off ramp onto the road to the school when it came to view, and he sped down the dirt road, pulling into the student parking lot. He took his normal parking space, shifting into park when he arrived. He looked to Aya with a smile, unbuckling her then himself. He got out and moved to her side of the car and let her out before he took the lead up to his room. The halls were filled with vampires preparing to go hunting.

Drake looked to each of them that looked at him, giving them a bit of a nod. After all, they needed his approval to leave the grounds to feed. When given permission, they pranced off, leaving the school for their nightly feast. Drake moved to his dorm door, unlocking it and letting Aya in first. He shut and locked the door behind him, sitting on his bed.

He watched as Aya came out of the bathroom with a slight blush on his cheeks, and a smile on his face. Admittedly... He was a little excited, and his stomach was doing little flips. Not because she was in her sexy new lingerie, but because he was about to bite into her tender neck. He nodded his head to her question, stood up slowly and pulled her close, slowly pulling her collar off. "This is excellent Aya... You look beautiful..."

Drake sniffed her neck once, slowly licking up the tender flesh. His tongue tip left her skin. "Your skin alone tastes so sweet..." His arms moved around her, pulling her closer, as one of his hands pulled her head to the side. "I'm sorry for this, Aya, but thank you for this..." He smiled, gently grazing his fangs over her skin. Soon, his eyes had begun to turn red, and his fangs grew. He slowly tightened his grip around her wasit.

Slowly, Drake's fangs sunk into Aya's neck, causing her blood to pool into his mouth. His eyes shut as did his lips, his tongue working at the spot he had bitten to ease the pain. One of his hands gently caressed Aya's back, and slowly, she was brought to lay down on the bed. Drake moved over her slowly, pulling away from her neck gently. This time, he didn't drink as much as last time, and she wasn't left as weak.

He moved some of her hair from her face slowly and smiled to her, licking the remaining blood from his lips as his fangs disappeared. Slowly, though, his eyes changed colors... they went from red, to a bright, vibrant purple. Not the normal dark and sensual color. But light, and passionate. He looked down to her, and slowly, he moved his lips down and against hers, kissing her passionately, deeply, lovingly. His eyes began to close. And his hands began to wander...

She was admittedly worried as she left the bathroom, hoping that he would be pleased with how she looked. It wasn't long at all before she found herself close against him, the leather collar slipping from her neck with ease as he spoke. Still flushed she looked into his eyes, looking only slightly nervous and yet she was still so sure of her choice to let him feed from her whenever he needed. "T-thank you...Drake." she managed to reply ever so softly before a lick to her neck sent a shiver down the human girl's spine. He seemed so enticed by the thought of her blood, so eager to sink his fangs in and taste the sweet liquid. Aya herself didn't know why, she had no idea how sweet and pure her blood was, how desired it was.

As his grip tightened she followed his movement, letting her head fall to the side and expose her tender neck to his fangs openly. Another shiver quaked her frail body as Drake's fangs teased at her neck before finally... A sharp gasp and a weak whimper broke the silence as he sucked at her neck. The way his hand ran up and down her back and the way he tried to ease the pain only put the girl more at ease in his care. Drake would always care for her, she trusted him more than anyone and she would never be able to trust like this ever again.

The other vampires in the building were suddenly restless, the scent of Aya's potent blood spreading through the air as Drake fed, all the more proof of his slave being obedient, letting him use her for his own needs and nothing else. They needed to believe it... Luke perked up a bit, making his way down the hall and lurking about Drake's door for a while to see if he could smell anything...out of the ordinary. Hearing something was impossible, not through Drake's walls at least. He was careful, that powerful vampire always knew how to use the people and things around him to get what he wanted.

Another soft whimper left Aya's lips and she soon felt as though she was floating down onto the bed, such care taken that it seemed almost as though she was weightless. Aya grew a bit weaker with every passing sip, eyes clouding only slightly before he retracted his fangs, looming over her on the bed. Those bright golden eyes, pink cheeks and creamy skin, it all came together in Aya as she looked up at the man she loved more than anything, no matter what he was.

The pain in her neck was only dull and aching at this point, and all attention was taken away from that as she became entranced with his eyes. Never had they changed so quickly, or so drastically before and without any time to react she found herself pressed against him closer, a passionate kiss dancing over her lips that made her eyes shut and heart race, it was euphoric. Every way he touched her, kissed her...it was like nothing else and she loved him, wanted him to know that she was his in every way. "Drake...I love you."

As the night went on they progressed further...and further only too lucky that his walls were sound proof as they expressed their love in the most intimate way possible. He was her first...and he would be her last, Drake Kowai. Time seemed to drag on, though needless to say this didn't displease them. Finally Aya found herself laying in bed, wrapped up in Drake's deep red sheets and snuggled against his chest. Her breathing was a bit labored still and yet, body warmer than usual and her heartbeat seemed so restless. The night had been amazing, like nothing else she'd ever felt and she couldn't rid herself of this eternal blush.

Affectionately she nuzzled closer, shutting her eyes with content. Aya didn't regret her choice...she was his..now and forever. As the drowsy little human girl fell to sleep beside the vampire who had stolen her heart Luke was outside the door, sniffing the air and getting a whiff of that sickeningly sweet scent. "He took her..." he muttered to himself, recalling what Drake had shown him earlier that day...now he had proof too and Luke soon found his plan to expose the elder vampire shattered. Part of him also envied his rival, she was so innocent and sweet and yet she gave herself to him without question. Who wouldn't want such an obedient little pet? Still...Luke felt like it was more than that.

Drake held Aya until she felt asleep, and he did the same not long after her. The night had not exactly tired him out, but it had relaxed him. Not only had he fed on a beautiful and pure blooded girl, but he had also made love to the girl he had fallen in love with. This night couldn't have gotten much better for Drake. Little did he know, Luke lurked beyond his bedroom door, figuring out what had happened between Aya and Drake. For a moment, he didn't believe it, but he sniffed the air again, and the scent he thought was false, was positive. Drake had taken Aya's purity.

Luke wandered away from Drake's dorm and to his own, deep in thought. 'He took her... I can't believe he took her purity... Even more so, she gave it to him willingly!' Luke thought to himself, shaking his head. 'No... He must have used his allure... But I didn't sense a thing, and I would have other wise. Everyone would have...' Luke rubbed his head in thought, biting at his lip. 'I wanted her... She should have been mine!' He was getting angry now. Well, jealous really. When he walked into his room, he quickly slammed his fist against his door. "Dammit!" He shouted out loud.

By the time morning came, Drake was awake before Aya. He yawned and stretched, slowly pulling himself out of bed, careful not to shift Aya too much, as to not wake her up. He pulled some clothes on to his naked body, slowly moving into the kitchen. He pulled out some eggs, bacon, and tater tots, starting to cook it all for breakfast. As he cooked, he put away Aya's dirty dress, since hell, she didn't really have another... Til now. He pulled out a dresh, clean dress for her, hanging it up for her at the side of the bed.

Drake moved back to the kitchen and started making some omelets. Cheese omelets for Aya, and mushroom and cheese omelets for himself. He took a second frying pan and started frying up the bacon, while the tater tots were baking in the oven. Oh yes, he truly was a man of many mysteries. He loved to cook, and he was glad to make breakfast for Aya this morning, especially after the night they had just shared!

When breakfast was ready, Drake made two fancy plates, and slowly plated Aya's on a tray. He grabbed it and moved it slowly to the bed where Aya lay, waking her up gently. She was on her back, so he gently lay the tray over her and ran a hand on her cheek. "Aya... Wake up, it's morning, and your breakfast is waiting..." He smiled a little, rubbing her cheek a little more. "Hey, sleepy head, come on." He laughed gently.

[Misericorde]

As Luke brooded down the hallway many a vampire stared at him, including Kiara. "What's eating him?" she wondered aloud, walking down the halls a bit further. She too knew that Drake had spilled Aya's blood that night and though she didn't like it the female vampire knew that it was going to happen, not only to keep up his ruse but also because that smell...that sweet smell was nearly irresistible even to her, a veggie vamp. Should it be willingly offered it would take a powerful vampire to reject it, she was just glad the one drinking from the gentle girl was Drake and not one of the others who would suck her dry and leave her for dead.

As Kiara passed by Drake's door however she stopped dead in her tracks. No, that sweet smell couldn't be distinguished anymore, but she could smell something different. Little Aya no longer smelt of chastity, instead...Drake's faint scent had intermingled with the human girl's. With a glimmer of frustration she glared at the door for a moment, turning and walking further down the hallway. "Kowai...you better have not taken advantage of her." she brooded, rather fond of Aya herself in that way and still not trusting to Drake to care for the precious girl. Drake would have a lot to explain. This news would shock many, upset many, and just plain stir up tension and gossip within the school. She was more than his pet for blood, now she was a sex slave as well in their minds...at least those who didn't know the real truth.

Aya had never slept so peacefully before, nothing to plague her mind...just thoughts of Drake to lull her through the night. She really did love him and he truly was unlike any other man. As the night went on she found herself curled up in the sheet even more, snuggled against her love until he woke and moved, causing her to flip onto her back and continue resting unknowingly. No, Aya didn't think they would share that special moment so soon, but everything was perfect...everything was right and there was no doubt in her mind that she would be with Drake forever. Somehow unlike other times...where forever would mean the duration of her life...this really meant forever.

When the sweet dreams finally ended, a warm voice broke the darkness and a tender touch roused her from her sleep. Blinking a few times Aya tried to focus her eyes, smiling softly at Drake's melodic laugh. Finally those bright golden eyes stared up at him clearly and she offered a sweet. "Good Morning Drake." His expression was so kind, his voice so tender and in that moment she once again realized that she wanted to be his forever. "You....made breakfast?" she asked softly before looking down upon her lap where a tray sat and upon that a plate full of delicious looking food. An omelet, bacon, and tater tots all warm and fresh. "Drake, this is so much!" she finally giggled, offering him that warm look of hers before she squirmed up into a siting position, the deep red sheet still covering her like towel wrapped about her slender form.

Slowly she began to ate, trying a bit of everything and then looking up at the vampire amazed. "It's all so delicious!" she exclaimed before eating a bit more, chewing happily in the comfort of his large bed, in the comfort of his company. Once most of the plate was empty she set the tray down carefully, letting out a soft sigh of content and the looking over to Drake once more. "Thank you for breakfast." she whispered, placing a kiss upon his cheek. When she sat back, about to stand and get dressed as well Aya remembered the night he asked her about what she would be willing to do to stay with him and in that instant she looked back into his deep blue eyes.

"Drake...do you remember when you asked if I would be willing to die to stay with you?" she asked him in a soft voice, cheeks slightly flushed from whats he was about to say. Yes, even after making love with Drake Aya was still as easily flustered as ever, as though it was eternal along with her purity of heart and mind. "I would Drake...I would do anything to stay with you, to be able to not age...not die...so that you would never have to be alone again." she whispered, looking to the side slightly. She was being bold with her words yes, something she didn't normally do, but she really did want him to stay with her, for eternity if they could. "Whatever it takes I'll do it...I'll do it."

The moment that Drake saw her golden eyes open, a wide, sweet smile spread on his face. It didn't take him more than a second to have his lips lightly placed against hers, in a light, sweet morning kiss. There seemed to be a nectar of sorts on his lips, making the kiss sweet, something like honey. He lightly rubbed her cheek, shrugging his shoulders. "Why wouldn't I make you breakfast? I have before haven't I?" He sat slowly beside her, the smile still ever so strong on his face. "Besides, you need to eat before class." He nodded his head in a bit of a 'that's final' manner, watching as she ate.

When she finished, he took her tray and the dishes to the kitchen sink, quick enough to be back in time for the kiss she lightly placed on his cheek. He laughed lightly and pulled her close to him, stroking the soft skin on her shoulder. "You're welcome, Aya." He nodded his head, his blue eyes like a deep pool of oceanic water. He gave her the kindest of smiles, the kind of smile he only gave her. When she spoke, his eyes flashed for a moment, and he ran his fingers across her cheek. "I remember." He nodded his head, and slowly moved her into his lap, keeping her in the blankets, as if she were a fragile doll.

"Aya, most humans fear vampires, with every fiber of their being, me more so. Why? Well, I'm an alpha, a pure blood, one of the last pure bloods. That's why even vampires fear me." He continued to gently stroke her shoulder. "But you don't fear me, you never have. Yes, you met me under some strange circumstances, but you never ran, you never showed fear. You've given yourself to me in every way, and you've been obediently dedicated to me." He smiled to her, laughing a little. "You put yourself in danger to protect this secret, us... I can never thank you for that. But that still isn't enough. You want to be mine forever." His eyes saddened for a moment. "And I couldn't bring myself, ever, to change you with the proper bite." He pulled her tighter to his chest, inhaling the scent from her hair.

"Aya, my little Aya, I love you, you know that I do. So, if you want to be with me forever, to remain your young self, as you are now, to stay by my side forever... There is a way I can turn you, without turning you. You would have all my immortality, though you wouldn't live the damned life I do." He smirked a crooked smile, looking down at her face. "The only thing... You would feel any, and all pain that I felt. If I were to die, you would follow. However, if you died... I would be left behind, alone, and I wouldn't follow you in death as you would me." His eyes saddened. "And I can't imagine living in a world without you, and for vampires... Suicide isn't possible." He sighed. "But Aya..." He turned serious and held her tight.

"If you are serious, it's nothing more than a ceremony with the elders, and a goblet of my 'blood', if you can call it that." He nodded his head, looking to her. "You would need to drink my blood at this ceremony, and then the transformation would be quick. No pain." He smiled to her, petting her cheek. "You would be an immortal human. With a heart beat, with blood, with breath..." He looked to her seriously. "I would still be the monster I am now. Aya... Do you chose this life? A life with me?" His eyes seemed almost pained.

Aya could still remember when they first met, when a smile from Drake was as rare as the alignment of the planets. He'd tried to hard to be cold, to push her away with all his might, and now she woke to his smile. How warm a feeling it gave her, just as extreme as the icy chills that plagued others at the sight of his glare. Vampires had always been reputed as cold creatures, heartless, lifeless, but never before had she felt a gaze so warm, a touch so sweet, a kiss so loving. The girl couldn't believe that Drake was damned, that he had no soul, none of the folklore seemed right. He was the man she loved, the vampire she loved and Aya was more than convinced that he was by far the kindest being in all the world, at least to her.

Such an innocent kiss graced her lips, and they tingled at the sweet taste of his affection so early in the morning. Drake was always so proper, gentle, he never pushed her or pressured her, always easing her into everything they did together. Even just the gentle kisses were so entrancing from him, and she was sure any other girl would kill for them...literally. In fact, once they caught wind of Aya's innocence being taken by Drake things would likely be even more frantic around the school, and she wouldn't leave the room without him by her side for a while.

With a soft nod she smiled, knowing all too well that classes would be long as usual. It wasn't too long at all before she was done eating and he was back in the room, pulling her close and making her stomach flutter with butterflies. Curious and ever so innocent golden eyes gazed up at his face before she was moved into his lap, pressed close against his chest with those silken sheets still engulfing her curves. Oh how he cared for her. The human body was fragile, and nobody knew it better than a natural born predator, yet one of those predators cared for her fragile self in a way no human ever had.

The small human girl listened to his words, taking them all in with the utmost attention and giving a soft nod here and reassuring smile there. It sounded like a drastic bond, one in which she would feel his pain and die when he did, it was all she'd want. To be with him was enough for her to sacrifice anything. If it came down to it she would even become a vampire for him. She knew however that he'd never turn her into a being like himself, would never take away her fragile human life. No, he'd likely guard it instead...as though his own life depended on it.

At the look of pain in his eyes, Aya slipped out of his grip and turned to look into those deep blue pools. "Drake...let me feel your pain, so I know when to take it away, let me die with you so I'll never be alone again. Let me stay with you...I want to stay with you just as you are, not a monster...an angel." she whispered to him, eyes watering a bit at the thought of him thinking such things about himself. "I chose this life with you long ago...make me yours in every way." she offered to him, hands gripping to his shirt and eyes looking to him almost desperately. "I love you..." With that Aya let the sheets slip down to her waist, pressing her lips against Drake's in a tender and loving kiss, both hands holding her body as close to his own as she could manage.

When she finally pulled away, Aya was blushing, one hand reaching up to brush across the vampire's cheek. "I'll never leave you." she added, not even paying attention to the fact that they were already a bit late for class at this point. Once they did arrive,they would certainly gain some attention with this new scent.

Drake watched Aya's reactions carefully as he told her everything there was to tell her about becoming his, eternally. He looked out the window momentarily, gatherting his thoughts. When her eyes met his, a bit of a smile haunted his face, though his eyes were still filled with the heavy pain that seemed to plague them. He sighed a little, resting his forehead against hers. "Aya, you don't seem to understand." He was almost whispering now. He gently took her wrists in his arms, holding her hands where they were, looking seriously into her eyes.

"You would be feeling everything I did, EVERYTHING Aya." He shook his little. "In a sense, you will be a human vampire." He looked to her a little more seriously. "My emotional pain. My physical pain. The only difference is you'll be alive. You won't feed on blood. That's the only difference." He rubbed her hands with his thumbs. "I want you to be sure..." He nodded, and before he could come with more thoughts, her noticed the tears in her eyes. His eyes softened, and one hand reached to wipe the water from her beautiful eyes. "Aya... I'm not an angel." He smiled a little. "But you're free to think it." He nodded, and then she said those three words. A little laugh left his lips, and he shook his head.

"Aya you know I love you too." And then graciously, he accepted her kiss, his arms wrapping around the milky flesh of her torso that had been exposed by the traitorous sheets. His hands moved over every visible inch, and when he did pull away, he nestled his cheek to hers. "Then it's settled. I'll make you mine forever." He nodded with a smile. "But for now... We should get to class." He pulled back, looking at her. "Get dressed, and we'll be off. Your books are ready." He nodded before finally pushing her gently to the edge of the bed to get dressed. He got up and prepared himself as well.

By the time they left, Drake was making sure Aya stayed close behind. He knew what the vampires were thinking, he could tell by their gazes. And he knew that Kiara would want a word. He was also positive that Luke would cause him some trouble today. He took short strides, though, a little different with Aya now. Instead of being directly behind... She was off to the side, her hand in his. It seemed that now, he didn't care what people thought, since her scent alone would most likely give it all away.

The way he gripped her hands, the weakness in his voice, Aya understood now more than ever the pain she would feel. The femme knew what she'd be facing with this bond, and knew even more so how reluctant her love was to put her through it all. 'To stay with him, to be this age forever and stay with him...would be worth anything I could give.' she thought to herself, mind made up. "I'm ready Drake...I understand..." she whispered when he wiped away her tears, retaining the idea of him not being a monster. She would never, could never believe that he was a monster and she wished so dearly that he wouldn't either. Her sweet, handsome lover...he was an angel in her eyes.

The kiss was tender, and passionate, his touch sending shivers down the femme's spine and making her heart race. No amount of intimacy could take away these feelings, the timid innocence that Aya possessed. She would always blush that sweet crimson, would always loose her breath at the feeling of Drake's touch, the feeling of his toned body. He was perfection, alluring and confident, with the body of a god and the eyes of a siren. You could tell at first glance that he was a creature designed to lure in others with his charm and good looks. A perfect predator...and yet she never feared him.

With a soft smile she nodded, glad that he had finally given in, that she could be his forever at last. "Oh...I almost forgot!" she added hastily as he set her on the edge of the bed and stood to get himself ready. Once she'd dressed in her uniform and brushed her hair straight they were off, always looking their best the way Drake had taught her. However, this day things were different. All eyes were on the two, glares, confusion, hatred, all of it mingled together in the air, clouding her senses and nearly overwhelming the poor thing.

Just when she was on the brink of turning and running back to the room, a large hand grasped her own, pulling her to the side of the blue haired vampire. With large eyes she looked up at him, confused and a bit worried as well. "D-drake...what will they think of you?" she questioned softly. His reputation had meant so much to the pure blood, and she would go on forever without others knowing of their relationship if she had to. Gently she pulled back to get behind him once more, hesitant to so boldly be his equal in front of the others of his kind. "Are you...sure?"

The click of heels against marble echoed through the hallway as Kiara strutted towards the couple, sizing Drake up with her eyes. Despite his rank, Kiara had always been to bold for her own good. "I can't believe you took it from her!" she demanded, looking positively infuriated at the idea, glancing to the blond girl with gentle eyes before looking back to her 'master'. "You best not hurt her Kowai...especially not after this." she then whispered, a bit more hurt than just a friend should be.

Drake, who was completely ignorant of the looks they were getting, and the whispers filling the air, simply nodded to Aya and kept her at his side. Why? Because he knew what they thought, and it wouldn't matter now, act or not, nothing would affect their made up minds, because her scent had changed, and all would know what that meant. After all, it wasn't every day a vampire fed on a human and kept her alive, and took her innocence in the same night. They knew... And Drake didn't care.

He smiled to Aya, shaking his head. "Whatever they think, it can't be worse than what they are thinking now." He shrugged his shoulders, turning down the first main hallway to their first class. He kept his eyes averted from all overs, doing his best to ignore the glares. It was easy, he didn't really care what they thought or said. But then... The challenge came walking toward them.

When he looked ahead and saw Kiara coming, he sighed under his breath and whispered. "Here we go...". He kept Aya close, looking down to the veggie vamp in front of him. "Kiara, calm down." His tone was deep and serious, almost commanding. "I didn't do anything against her will." He flashed a look to Aya, then back to Kiara. "You should know that I won't hurt her. You're the only one that knows the entire truth, so don't be so quick to bite my head off." His eyes narrowed for a moment. "She's safe, she's happy." He nodded.

Soon, he moved past Kiara, then slowed to turn to her, whispering in her ear. "Just help me with damage control, you know what they're thinking, and you know what they might do." He leaned away from her ear. He knew Kiara had a knack for talking sense into vampires, and he'd need that help eventually, especially with Luke, who with seemingly perfect timing, came strutting down the hall. "Gotta go." Drake winked, grabbing Aya and speeding off with her.

When Luke arrived at Kiara's side, he growled. "Kowai, you bastard..." He huffed, looking down at Kiara. "Yo, veg head, what did he have to say?" He narrowed his eyes. Luke had never been fond of the veggie vamps, and always made that clear. "I know what he did, and I want to know why she's still alive, when she shouldn't be!" He was demanding, though he had no rights nor any power to be.

Drake's never fading confidence, the sureness in his voice and comfort of his touch reassured the human girl. She too looked away from the glares and questioning eyes, focusing only on him, only on the one vampire who mattered as they hurried to their class. She was convinced that nothing could ever make Drake any less regal, no amount of critical stares or hatred could ever being him down from his seat of power in that school. Even if they despised his existence, he was better than them, more powerful, and they had no say in his actions. Still, they would have her head, especially the female vampires, they would tear her limb from limb for 'seducing' the man they all wanted for themselves when to them she was nothing but food.

He'd made up his mind, and graciously Aya nodded, staying close at his side the way she should and keeping her head down as they approached the classroom at last. However, before they could even get to the door, Kiara was on site. The two vampires exchanged words, and Aya simply watched quietly, biting down at her lower lip softly and glancing from one to the other. She couldn't understand why Kiara would be so upset, wondering if she thought that he had forced himself on her. With gentle eyes she looked to the taller female and offered a soft smile and brief nod. "I'm happy Kiara." she reassured quietly.

The veggie vamp was fuming, realizing her feelings for Aya only when that scent wafted through the hall. A man who fed on humans...courting such a sweet and gentle girl. Kiara herself would never harm a human, she'd done her best to keep the golden eyed angel happy, didn't she deserve a chance? Still...even she knew that Aya would never leave his side, she knew that the girl had already devoted herself to him. 'So why do I still want her for my own?' she wondered, shaking her head and looking to that gentle smile for a brief moment. Then came her voice, and the femme lowered her head and returned the smile sadly. Drake's request made her gaze move to the older vampire himself and she pursed her lips for a moment. "Only for her..." was her rather harsh response before the two were off and Luke was already demanding her attention.

With a bit of a scoff, Kiara crossed her arms and looked up to the testy man beside her, smirking slightly at his anger. "He's a pure blood. You do know that means he gets his choice of mate don't you? It was never specified in the law that his mate had to be a vampire...he can still claim Aya to be his mate if he so pleases, and no vampire law can take her away from him." Raising a brow she glanced to his angered face and added "I'd also suggest you keep in mind what he would do to you if she got hurt. He's stronger than you Luke...he always will be..."

Aya was surprised when Drake suddenly pulled her into the classroom, keeping close to his side as they entered through the oak doors. Huffing slightly she glanced around at the only half full room, showing no signs of fear with her 'mate' at her side. "Should I still take your notes today?" she questioned softly, not all too sure of how she should behave now that he'd given up on their act. Still, she would do whatever he said, not only to appease him but to keep their relationship safe.

In that moment, one of the more ravenous vampire women jumped out of her seat and ran for Aya, claws brandished and fangs exposed. The poor girl's eyes grew wide and she gasped, jumping back and away from the attacker as best as she could manage. "S-stop!" she cried out in fear, trembling as she dodged behind Drake, nearly clinging to the back of his coat as the vampire pursued.