(A/N: OKAY HERE'S SOMETHING A BIT DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I'M CURRENTLY WORKING ON. I'M NOT GOING TO MENTION ANY NAMES SO THE CHARACTERS CAN BE WHOEVER YOU WANT THEM TO BE. ENJOY!)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WHOEVER YOU THINK IT IS IN THIS STORY, I DO OWN "THE WOMAN" THOUGH. THIS NEVER HAPPENED. AT LEAST I DON'T THINK IT DID.

From his dark corner of the room, he can see her walk in. A slim redhead with her hair in her face. He watches her as she takes a seat in the opposite corner. She avoids eye contact with anyone. He takes his time standing up. Slowly, he walks to where she's sitting. " I don't believe I've seen you here before," he says brushing the hair out of her face. She looks up at him with crystal clear blue eyes. As she opens her mouth, he sees her two tiny fangs.

"No, you haven't seen me before, and I doubt you'll ever see me again." She answers in an accent he doesn't recognize. The man smiles at her.

"Then I suppose I'll have to admire your beauty only in my dreams."

"Yes, I suppose so." Her voice caresses him, it carries him to the realms of oblivion. His hand reaches out to touch the soft flesh of her neck. He wonders what it would be like to bite into it and feel the blood rush into his awaiting mouth. He has erotic thoughts of lying with her, their bodies as one, the blood which flowed through their veins the same blood. He inches his lips closer to her graceful neck. "What are you waiting for?" she questions. She moans softly as his tongue laps at her throat. Soon, he's biting into the smooth flesh. Small droplets of blood appear on her unearthly fair skin. The man licks them up quickly. Suddenly, he pulls away. She reaches for his hand. She's looking at him now, she's gazing longingly into his eyes. "Please, be mine darling." The woman whispers. "Be mine and only mine." She kisses his forehead.

"I am yours," he manages. He silently leads her to one of the back rooms in the coven house. The only light in the room comes from a candle. His mouth meets hers. The man's mouth is smeared with her blood, she can taste herself on his lips. He pushes her towards the bed. The frantic kissing continues, becoming more passionate by the moment. His lips gradually move from her lips, to her jaw line, to her neck. The young vixen is moaning softly. She's melting under his touch.
He doesn't rush undressing her, he wants to torment her with her own desire. She, on the other hand, wastes no time whatsoever in ripping his shirt off. Once unclothed, their eyes explore each other's bodies. The man runs a hand down her back. She shivers. Just looking at her is almost too much. His lips are upon her body once again. He's nipping at her breasts, listening to her quiet moans of pleasure. The man's tongue finds a nipple and gently rolls around it. She almost screams from the sensation. "Please, don't do this any longer, I need you," she says in between moans. She's dew wet and ready for him. His eyes hold a mischievous glint. One of his fingers finds its way to her most feminine feature. It circles around the tiny part that would eventually make her his. She gasps. "Please, just do it." The woman pleads. He thrust himself in slowly, feeling her silky heat swallow him. The man starts with a slow pace, then speeds up, the whole time biting at her neck and lapping up the blood that seeped out. She tightens around him as she screams out. Not long after, he is spent as well. They return to their kissing and nipping. He bites into her with more force than before. She whimpers in pain, but the discomfort is soon forgotten as his gentle caresses soothe her. His strong arms press her to his neck where she bites down and draws blood to the surface. Their exchange goes on for what seems like forever, until both are exhausted. They lay down, secure in the other's arms.

"Cherub, what shall I call you?" he asks her. She simply smiles and places a finger to his lips. He kisses it and closes his eyes.

When he awakes, she is gone. "I suppose you'll remain my nameless one." He whispers to no one in particular. The wind's howl is his only response.

(A/N: WOW, THIS IS SOMETHING REALLY DIFFERENT FOR ME. I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER WRITTEN A STORY LIKE THIS BEFORE. I'D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK SO PLEASE, REVIEW!)