"Alice, we aren't getting anywhere with this. If you don't, I will hurt the boy," I warned but she just scoffed.

"Oh please, you wouldn't hurt him, you're in love with him," she snapped, pulling her dainty legs to her chest.

"I think you have mistaken me for someone else, witch," I reminded her, motioning toward her grimoire. "Don't forget how many books I can burn."

"I don't know anyone alive who can produce a potion like that." She said almost saddened by her own words.

"Not even you?" I questioned.

"I once ran into a witch who could, she had a grandson with the same problem. She never told me her name but I do know where she used to live. She is most likely dead but if you can bring me her spell book then I can make it."

"Then tell me." I commanded but the witch just rolled her eyes.

"A little to the west of the lake of Verity, then it's in the woods a couple miles out from there." She said.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me!" She spat. "Only she could make these potions. I can try,"

With no more questions I left the room - passing the blue hue on the way out. My journey would not be far, it's only a couple miles away from here. Hopefully she's alive, I really need a potion to help Sketch. Plus all of the other people with diesases. I thought Alice could help, but maybe she's not powerful enough yet. But that's okay, I can wait.

Half of the house was destroyed. It was a small cottage, but half of the house was burned, but the markings on the good side were definitely the symbols of a witch.

I opened the door, which wasn't burned, and stepped inside the smoky house. There was glass on the ground, and the smell of smoke in the air. The house was burned on the left side, but due to the burn markings I knew she must of stopped it from going any further.

I walked down to a small door on my right, and opened it. It was stairs that led down to a basement, but there was no electricity.

I stepped down into the darkness, opening another door to get into the basement. There were torches lit everywhere, but these were enchanted to stay on.

There were books everywhere, bottles of weird things, but what caught my eye was a picture.

It was still in pretty nice shape, but the glass was cracked, causing a glad across the picture. I picked it up, and looked at it. There were two boys, one was older and one was younger, but the younger had white hair.

It was Sketch.

"she had a grandson with the same problem,"

But the older boy was very handsome, I just didn't know who he was. I grabbed some spell books, and some of the potions, before I left.

The picture was in my left hand, I would never show this to Sketch, until I found out what happened to his grandmother. Even if she was alive, she would have to be pretty old, and the old people usually live in the small domes.

I went straight to Alice when I returned to the palace. I had no idea why she decided to help me, maybe it was Sketch or maybe she was tired of fighting. It really didn't matter as long as she could make me some potions.

She was sitting on the bed, reading a spell book nonetheless, and biting her lip occasionally.

"Will this do?" I asked. But she didn't answer me, just grabbed the blue book with a weird symbol of the front.

She sat down on the bed and started to read, her eyes moving fast over the paper. She smiled, nodding, before walking over to the table. She examined the potions and practically shrieked.

"This potion with an X on it, is the potion you need. I want to keep one and study the ingredients and the incantation put on it, take the others and use them to help Sketch."

I grabbed the three remaining bottles, and left, without another word. I wanted Sketch to have one right away. I know his stomach has been bugging him, and I wanted to help with that.

I passed Xanthe on the way, with a small lantern in his hand, a small smile in his face.

"Where are you going Xanthe?" I asked.

"To see Cerberus, I wanted to show him the new toy I got him,"

"Okay, well don't give him any treats, he's getting fat,"

He scoffed but nodded smiling, before going down to the hall, the opposite way of me.

My chambers were just up ahead, I couldn't wait to see my beauty.

Sketch was sitting on the bed reading but it was too cute. It was an easy level book, no doubt Erin gave him it. He smiled, jumping up to greet me. He was only wearing a pair of boxer-briefs but he didn't seem to mind.

"I'm bored, can we kiss again?" He asked smiling up at me. Oh man, he was so fucking cute.

"Yes, but I really want you to take this first." I gave him the bottle and his eyes lit up, but I could see a sudden sadness overwhelm him.

"I used to take this with soup." he said.

"Oh, well I can get a glass of blood and put it in it." He just nodded setting the bottle down on the study table.

I placed the others on there as well, before pushing my lips into his. He tasted so sweet, and I wanted to never stop. He was really getting the hang of it, and his sloppy kisses were actually making me hard. He pressed himself against me, pulling me down to wrap his arms around my neck. I picked him up so I wasn't slouching, and his legs automatically went around my waist. He was warm and his skin was so soft.

He gasped as I pushed him down on the soft bed, moving his legs so he could kiss me easier. He started to giggle as I kissed down the sweet flesh at his neck.

"T-that...tickles!" he laughed but I kissed further down kissing his collar bone. I loved hearing him laugh, it was like a drug, and I wanted it.

I sucked on the sweet flesh, causing him to let out a soft timid moan. But it was there and both of us heard it. He turned red in embarrassment but I smiled, telling him that I liked to hear him.

I started to kiss down his chest, stopping right bow his belly button, that I gingerly sucked on. He was moaning a little louder now, and I loved to hear it. He moved his hips up subconsciously, and I smiled.

"I feel weird," he muttered with the cutest blush I had ever seen. Oh that's right, he has never pleasured himself before and is a little shy to do so. But it didn't matter, this would just make him a little more sensitive.

"You're horny." I muttered, and he turned bright red, before turning over and burying his face in the pillow.

I just kissed the back of his neck and back, but he tensed, he was getting hot, and I loved it.

He turned back around and smiled shyly, moving his hips to push across my groin, was he actually doing this on purpose?

He giggled at my face, which was turned up in shock and did it again. This time he let out a moan, before doing it again and again, until we were practically rubbing our dicks together to get friction. I know this was Sketchs first time being sexual, but he wasn't that innocent when it came to rubbing dicks.

I could tell he was ready to cum, but he just wasn't sure what was going. So he was tense and was twitching. But I was smiling the whole damn time, I was giving him his first ever orgasm.

"Come on Sketch, release," I muttered. And he did so, moaning as he came. I followed after, just watching his beautiful face.

He turned bright red and turned back over, so I couldn't see his face. "You did so good baby, are you okay?"

"Yeah, but it felt weird, but I liked doing it with you. I feel sticky." he whispered, and I just wanted to coddle him up like a baby and hold him.

I smiled. "Let's get cleaned up." He nodded jumping of the bed, with wet boxers, but I thought it was the most cutest thing ever.

I just gave him his first orgasm, and all we did was rub our dicks together.

He grabbed my hand as I led him to the bathroom, which he liked a lot. I know he liked baths, but I wanted to shower with him.

"Shower or bath, but if you choose shower I will go in with you," I said and he smiled.

"Shower." He smiled softly, a soft pink staining his cheeks.

I know he has never seen me naked but this is a good time to start. I was still fully clothed, and I know Sketch was a little anxious about that.

I removed my clothing slowly, giving him the chance to see my body. Sketch was staring with eyes wide open, I looked back at him and smiled. Once I was completely naked before him, he blushed and looked away quickly.

I then peeled his wet boxers off, with a cute little yelp coming from Sketch, as I lifted him into the shower. I turned on the faucet, making sure it wasn't too cold or too hot. I got in after him, pulling him back against my body. He sighed, closing his eyes and relaxing into me.

He turned to look at me, and smiled. But this wasn't some ordinary smile, this was his smile. The one that could make you freeze and just stare, the one that told me he was happy. That one that made my heart flutter and that should never happened to an Ancient Vampire.

I poured some soap onto my hands, and started to rub the shampoo into his hair, before rinsing. He picked out the body wash, that had a blue color to it.

I then washed his body, making sure to get all of him, before rinsing him off. He didn't mind either, he was smiling the whole time.

He was beautiful.

After I had lathered conditioner in his hair, and rinsed, he had insisted on washing me. I let him, which took a while, since I'm taller than him, and he told me we weren't done till I was washed.

And by the time we were out, I realized Sketch needed his blood so I called a maid to get it. It was really late too, and Sketch was tired. So I dressed him in a shirt and a pair of boxer-briefs. He then grabbed his teddy bear and snuggled under the covers, watching me change.

"You know, you have a dimple in your back." he commented.

I just laughed, looking back at him with a smile. I knew, I just thought it was cute how he pointed it out.

By the time I snuggled into bed, Sketch was already asleep. He cuddled my side, which made me smile.

But it wasn't long till we were both asleep, cuddled up in each other's arms.

I guess he won't get his blood till morning.