You wanna be a vampire, I wanna be a vampire, we all wanna be vampires!

"So horrifically painful?" he asked wryly.

"Maybe I'm a masochist."

"Maybe I didn't need to know that." He sipped from his blood packet politely.

She giggled.

"Just kidding."

"Good. The last thing I need is another sexual deviant."

She rose an eyebrow.

"What do you mean another?"

He turned red again.

"...Nothing."

She frowned.

"No, no!" She insisted. "Tell me!"

"I said I'm glad you're not a sexual deviant!!"

She rolled her eyes.

"But then the rest of them were?"

"...That's none of your business!" he said, refusing to meet her eyes.

"They were, then?" She grinned. "Why?"

"...As if I know," he grumbled unhappily.

"You didn't seem to like them too much." She pointed out.

Alois glanced to the side.

"...Of course I did. They were my lovers--I loved them."

Clarissa decided not to push the subject, just this once, so she backed off.

"Uhm..." Except she didn't know what to talk about, instead.

He cleared his throat.

"But let's not dwell on the past..." He wrapped his arms around Clarissa. "You are my darling, now."

She had so many questions to ask, but the one she could let go of was, "For how long?"

"For as long as you will have me," he replied without hesitation.

She relaxed into his embrace.

"Good~"

He delicately raised her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips.

She blushed deep red.

"Alois..."

"...I love you, Clarissa," he said quietly, blushing as well.

"I love you, too~" She said softly.

"I'm sorry I'm not as...forward as you are."