I watch her slink away.

"Pardon me," I shy away from the crowd, parting them as I rush after her. The moon is full.

I frown, catching sight of her form.

"Eleanor!"

She looks over her shoulder, looking at me. I come up to her.

"Never knew your last name was La Rue," she murmurs.

I look up at the marquee, spelling my name in lights. I wince.

"It...never came up," I explain, grabbing her arm, turning her around. "You are searching for a reason to push me away Eleanor. You always do."

She doesn't deny, just looks away. Her fingers wrap around her arm, her skin burning slightly from the moons light. I pull her further back, under the shadow of the marquee, spinning us around, my back to the moon.

She looks up at me. My Eleanor...

"No matter how much you enjoy self sabotage, Eleanor, you relinquished yourself to me. You told me, you belonged to me."

Eleanor rolls her eyes pulling away from me. "What is the point? Why do you love me I...I don't—"

She clears her throat. "I'm trying to give into you, Alastair. To express myself freely like you do. I don't know how."

I smile. I brush my lips against her shoulder, trailing kisses up her neck. "Let's go back inside. I'll make this night good, my love."

I offer my hand. She takes it.

"It's already been wonderful," she admits. "I'm just a mess, Alastair. An absolute mess."

I kiss her head, because all art is messy, that's the way of things.

"Go in first," I whisper. "Sit at the table."

She obeys quietly. I adjust my suit, grabbing a flute of champagne. There is a way to make a woman happy of course.

My Eleanor especially. Food, books sex, and money.

"What's your name young man," I ask the boy she was speaking to. He holds his tray, a blush taking over his face.

He clears his throat. "Z-Zander sir! It's an honor sir, really—"

I hold my hand up. "Zander. You met my Eleanor didn't you?" I ask softly, adjusting his lapels, a small smile on my face.

His blush intensifies. "Y-yes. She is...stunning."

Of course she is. It doesn't matter. Soon the lights will dim, and I will make my way over to my fiancée with her meal.

"She's starving," I frown slightly. "She's got a special diet, my Eleanor," I look up at him, taking note of his flustered appearance the bulge in his pants.

"Will you tend to her for me?"

"Ah...d-does she want sushi?"

I step back. "No. She needs something a little more...nutritious. I will have you provide it for her, do you understand?"

He nods frantically.

"Good...just go over to the table, and offer her your neck," I lean down, putting my hand around his throat, as the lights dim. I allow one of my claws to release, slightly scratching him.

All vampires carry a curse on her fangs and claws. They fill humans with lust, and allow them to be persuaded to willing give of their blood.

Of course, this curse is stronger the older a vampire is.

I lean down, whispering in his ear gently. "Go on Zander. She will accept you, as I have marked you with my approval. Go feed her."

"Yes sir."

He ambles away. I smirk, watching him enter her sight. He leans down, unbuttoning his shirt, offering her neck. She frowns, looking at me.

Then she smiles, her fangs gleaming, licking her lips.

Problem solved. Eleanor is a woman. She is inherently strong, and her mood and energy moves with the tide.

Sometimes her mood just...swings. One way to the next. I don't mind it though. There's usually a process. A thought behind it, an emotion, a need.

I love my Eleanor. Loving her is bliss for me, even when she's upset, even when she's obstinate, when she's doubtful.

I watch her eat, indulging in this young man's blood, rubbing down her chest.

But it's not enough. I approach the table, slipping under it. I hike her floor length gown up to her hips, spreading her legs.

We both get to eat something tonight. What a wonderful night this has turned into.

She's wet for me, already, her legs trembling in anticipation.

She smells heavenly. The natural scent of her is like a drug, I can't get enough.

Her thighs clench around my head, her pussy drooling for me.

"You came with Alastair didn't you? I think he called you...Eleanor?"

I don't stop, stimulating her clit, feeling her walls pulse, pulling me in.

"H-He's um..."

I smirk, massaging her clit.

"Uhhh...he's..."

"Are you alright dear? Do you need water perhaps?"

She doesn't speak, except a squeak. I suppose she nods, because the woman's footsteps depart from the table.

Eleanor's fingers grip my hair, as she cums in my mouth. I savor the taste of her, my beloved. I lick my lips, coming up from under the table taking my seat beside hers

She looks over me, her skin flushed.

"In a better mood dear?"

She nods gently. I smirk.

"There you are Alastair! Can I get something?"

I rest my arm around Eleanor.

"I'm full, thank you."