A gentle night's breeze rolled through the room, stirring the white silk draped from the canopy of a bed. The occupants shifted slightly, stirred awake by the cool caress of wind. One languidly turned his head towards the open window, his eyes still closed. Pure black hair spilled across his pillow and a few wavy strands fell over his angular almost inhumanly beautiful face. His eyes slowly opened and for a moment glowed softly in the darkness. The brief purple lightly quickly faded as his eyes returned to a more normal amethyst color.

His lover made a soft sleepy moan and lifted her head looking up at his face. She smiled softly and he returned it in kind. His hand gently brushed a few strands of chestnut brown hair from her round delicate almost fae face. She nuzzled into his touch with a tiny pleased sound.

"So… What's it like being a vampire?" She asked sleepily.

The man groaned softly. "Please don't start that."

"Start what?" She said startled.

"You know… What's it like being a vampire? Is it fun? Are all vampires so beautiful? Can I be a vampire? I want to be a vampire…" He sighed and kissed her forehead. "If you don't mention the last two I'll answer any question you have."

She chuckled softly. "Ok Donovan, I won't ask to become an unholy fiend of the night."

He nodded. "Good."

"So what is it like being a vampire?" She moved up his body and laid her chin on his chest.

"What's it like being a human?" He countered with a lovely smirk.

"Boring." She made a face at him.

"Alright… Along that vein it's very entertaining." Donovan laid his head back down with a soft laugh.

"Little more detail please." She poked his chin. "Don't you dare hold out on me."

"Very well… I'm not so sure where to start but for one it's like nothing a human could ever understand. I can feel the night on my skin and during the day it's like the sun is weighing down on my body…" His voice trailed off as he thought about what he was going to say.

The woman kissed his chin and waited patiently for him to go on. He sighed heavily and ran his long graceful fingers through her hair, petting her. She smiled in pleasure and enjoyed his expert touch.

"You know Hanna, if you don't ask me specific questions I can't give you specific answers." His light purple eyes stared into her soft brown ones.

"Fine… What about blood drinking. What does it taste like? How do you feel when you do it?" She asked eagerly.

He chuckled softly, the sound pouring across her skin like silk. "It is wonderful. I can feel the person's life, hear their heart beating powerfully in my ears. Resisting me, fighting me but always failing. The taste it's like nothing you could ever imagine. Like pure warmth flowing down my throat and bringing me closer to life, and it's like that every single time."

Hanna stared quietly in awe. "It's really that great?"

"Yes, it's like being reborn every night." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"That sounds a heck of a lot different than what all the books and movies say. I though you guys were supposed to be cursed?" Hanna tilted her head to the side, laying her cheek on his shoulder.

He chuckled softly. "That is a Christian concept. I'm not Christian and I'm older than this Christ character so I don't feel cursed. I live my life how I choose and enjoy it. Just because I have to feed off of the living doesn't make me evil. When you eat an animal its dead, when I feed my prey lives. So which is worse?"

Hanna thought about that for a moment and nodded a little. "Good point. I never thought of it that way."

"Humans rarely do. The only real problem they have with vampires is that we are higher on the food chain and humans don't like that." He kissed her cheek tenderly.

She giggled and nuzzled into him. "What about poet shirts? You've got to have a few!"

He groaned. "Oh hardly. Most of my wardrobe is very modern. The only time I wore poet shirts is when they were in vogue. After that I stopped like every one else."

"But you'd look all cute and angsty!" She giggled while kissing his neck.

"I rather not resemble either one of those words thank you very much." He slid an arm around her back and held her tightly. "Besides, I'm never cute."

"I know… You're sexy." Hanna didn't stop giggling and kissed up his cheek to his lips. They briefly kissed before she pulled away. "Continue please."

He sighed. "Very well… What do you wish to know more about my dear?"

"How about when you became a vampire. What was that like?" She sat up, bracing her hands against his chest and stared down at him.

"That was over two thousand years ago…" He started to say then sighed. "Suffice it to say I don't remember it in every little detail. I was half dead at the time so I have a feeling I missed out on a lot."

"Why were you half dead?" Hanna asked startled.

"I had drowned trying to save my sister." His eyes became a darker amethyst and he frowned. "The woman who created me saved my life only to turn me into what you see before you."

"I'd say she did a pretty good job." She smiled at him sweetly.

"Well, most of it was my doing. But I still have much to thank her for." He shrugged slightly and ran his fingers up and down her arms.

"So what happened to her? Were you two lovers? Did she abandon you? What happened?" She bounced on him with an eager and playful laugh.

He grabbed her hips and rolled to the side laying her down and caressed her side. "I killed her."

"What? Why?" Hanna stared at him intently. "Were you angry with her for turning you into a vampire?"

"Actually no. I wasn't aware of what I was at the time. My first memory of her is my last. I awoke a vampire full of the hunger and she was the only thing around with blood in her. So I took all of it. She fought me naturally but in my crazed state she didn't have a chance." He shrugged a little, unbothered by what he had done. She shivered under his touch, his hand trailing over her naked skin.

"So you were all alone right away?" She moved a little closer to him, watching his face closely.

His careful mask gave away nothing and he nodded. "Yes, I had to teach my self everything. In a way I was better off on my own. I could formulate my own ideas and power."

Hanna kissed him softly and quickly. "You make it sound so wonderful."

"Just don't ask me to make you a vampire. I won't." Donovan said looking at her with a frown. "I am very picky about who is to be in my clan, each person has their own role and was carefully chosen."

"What about that girl with the pink hair?" She said with a  smirk.

He flinched. "She was a mistake that will not be repeated." Donovan scowled. "Teaches me not to be so kind hearted."

She laughed and rubbed his belly. "You are such a silly man."

Donovan shrugged. "I suppose." He turned away and rolled off the bed to his feet. "It his getting late, you should go home."

"Sun going to rise soon?" Hanna asked while climbing out of bed as well.

"Yes, and I must retreat to a safer place." He brushed the curtains away from the window and shut it.

"One where I am not allowed." She said with a pout.

"Very few are allowed near it, I've only been with you for two weeks. Hardly long enough to trust you." Donovan walked over to her and watched as she dressed.

"So who can visit you in these inner most sanctums of yours." She pulled on her shirt and looked at him.

"My children and Elwyn. No one else." He stepped up behind her and hugged her tightly.

"And the pink one…?" Hanna asked playfully.

"Would be shot if she ever went near it." Donovan kissed the back of her neck and gave her a quick squeeze before letting her go. "I will see you again soon?"

"Of course." She blew him a kiss and disappeared through the door.

As soon as the door closed he sighed. "I hate when they get curious about me…" Donovan began to fix up the bed with a frown. "At least I wont have to have her killed."