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My elves gasp when they see Rarity’s fangs, keeling backward to get away from danger.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” she rushes with her hands out. “I won’t hurt you. Ever. You do not have to worry about me feeding from you or hurting you in any way. I only desire and crave my beloveds. I can only drink their blood. I physically do not want you. The thought of another’s blood makes me ill.”
“Who is to say you won’t kill us? We do not know of your kind.”
“Xalizar,” I hiss at him. “Apologize to your Princess at once.”
“It’s fine, My Love,” Rarity tells me, walking toward Xalizar. He’s tall with silver skin like me but darker. His veins are a deep blue too and he has earrings, studs, and bars from his earlobe to the point. If I’m not mistaken, he is wearing black eyeliner which makes the blue in his eyes pop. His white hair is the same as my own but curly. It truly is beautiful.
He leans against the wall wearily as Rarity approaches him, tensing but remaining as calm as one can be with a vampire near him.
“What have you heard about my kind, Xalizar?” Rarity asks.
“That you’re faster than a blink of an eye and can kill even quicker.”
Using her vampire speed to prove him right, she blurs until she is behind him. “That would be correct.”
Other elves gasp and Xalizar spins around, the gold beads in his hair clinking together from the force.
“I could kill you just as you could kill me, but the difference is that I won’t. Like anyone, I am not violent unless I have to be. You can trust me, unless you attack me—” She saunters her way back over to me— us— I mean, then stops before turning around. “—Then I will rip your throat out with my claws, Xalizar.”
Xalizar bends his knee until he is kneeling, bowing his head in respect before crossing his wrists over the other, aiming them down to the floor. All around the elves begin to follow his lead.
“What is happening?” Rarity whispers in a way that tells me she is afraid to move.
“They are showing you respect. The crossing of the wrist is a sign of trust. They are promising they are bound to you, and you will keep them safe.”
“I will. I promise, I will.”
I cup her slender jaw and kiss her cheek. “I know you will. You belong here. This is what you are meant to do. You have effortlessly brought every elf to their knees in this castle.”
She beams, her smile bathing her face in happiness, and it pours light into my heart where Nyx has darkened it.
Rarity looks me up and down. “Not every elf.”
I bark out a laugh before nodding in agreement. “What a fool I must be.” I kneel, placing one wrist over the other and point my hands to the floor. “I am bound to you, Princess.”
She slips her fingers under my chin. “And I will always take care of you.”
Much to my surprise, movement to my left causes me to turn my head away from Rarity to see Nyx kneel, who also crosses his wrists.
All the elves whisper to one another, too low for me to hear and understand, but it is obvious they are shocked to see the dragon on his knees, surrendering to Rarity.
“I do not know what this means in extent,” he begins, huffing smoke. “Dragons do not do this, but I amyourdragon and there will not be a day where I will not get on my knees and surrender to you, Princess.”
Rarity takes her free hand, cupping his jaw before bending down and kissing each of us on the forehead. “I am a lucky vampire. Now, I believe I am owed a tour.”
I stand which has the other elves standing. Nyx is slow to get up, his left wing trying to spread, but the pain is debilitating, and he falls to his hands. A growl fills the chamber, shaking the frozen crystals of the chandelier. His claws grow longer, scratching deep grooves on the floor. Nyx is fighting his change.
Rarity and I both rush to him, taking each of his hands.
“Let us help you,” I whisper.
“I do not need help,” he bites between tight teeth. “Leave me be. I can get up on my own.”
“But you don’t have to be on your own,” Rarity says, brushing her fingers through his hair. “You will never have to get up on your own again, My Love.”
The steam rising from his back softens until it disappears and his fingers curl over ours, allowing us to help him to his feet.
