A year ago, he was almost a dead man. Dinner to a vampire after he stumbled in her cathedral. That was the first of many times he would see you. You spared him--which he graciously thanked you for. However, you only spared him for one reason, and that reason came with a price. You said he was "cute." Never in his life had he been called cute. Much less from a woman who was about a thousand years old. You were absolutely breathtaking, however. Dressed in clothing that was no longer common in this time era, antique--if you will. His only price for being spared was to be yours. He agreed rather quickly but didn't think about all that would entail.

He was back after hunting. For dear? No. For human. Only to appease your hunger, that's why he did it. He called your name, voice echoing through the dimly lit palace-like structure. He placed said human down on a table. He learned the hard way that you do not believe in the 'five second rule.'

"Dinner," he said, stepping back when you appeared at the top of the stairs, elegant as ever, "Fresh, like you asked."