The intertwined destinies of the Vampire Count and the Countess who awakened him.

"You woke me up."

I sat on the elegant velvet sofa, my left leg crossed over my right, taking another sip of blood from my cup, and spoke in a calm voice. I pretended to ignore my dear Countess, who was fuming in the armchair opposite me. Because I enjoyed her reaction, and I loved savoring it. She seemed quite angry now, as she had learned through experience that, as an extension of the physical bond she had created between us, she couldn't go more than a few hundred meters from where I was.

"And you did it knowing there would be consequences."

When I spoke in a relaxed voice, she seemed even more angered, her lovely white cheeks flushing. Oh, how beautifully she blushed... She had woken me up and willingly let me turn her into a vampire to escape the wrath of the powerful evil spirits that were after her because of the troubles she had caused. Now she seemed a little regretful, despite all the power she had attained, despite me being a little hard to convince, despite me protecting her from the evil spirits that were after her. Or perhaps she was impatient. She was difficult to understand. But that was precisely the fun part.