Asheron stood by the front door. Damian stood next to him, his hands behind his back. The staff members lined the walls around the entrance ready for their orders.

No one spoke or moved except Damian, who kept looking over at his father. Asheron glanced at him sharply.

"What?"

"The way you tucked uncle into the bed...would you take care of me like that if I get sick?"

Asheron made a face. He didn't understand where this was suddenly coming from. And he definitely didn't want to discuss it at the moment.

"You're a bit too old to be tucked into bed." Asheron said coldly.

Before Damian could respond, Asheron shushed him and pushed him back. A moment later a knock came at the door.

Asheron's heart froze. He forced himself with great effort to reach for the doorknob. He held his breath and opened the door.

Standing there, in all of his glory, was Vlad.

Long black hair fell over his shoulders in perfect silky waves. Thick long black lashes highlighted his blood red eyes. With high cheekbones and spotless white skin, he looked like he was sculpted out of marble. His rose petal lips were turned upward in a devilish smirk . He was wearing a black jacket with black fur on the sleeves over a low cut red silk shirt that gave a perfect view of his smooth toned chest. Black pants wrapped around his long, lean muscular legs.

He was just as beautiful as Asheron remembered. He tried hard to hide his disgust.

Along with his good looks and  questionable fashion, he had a royal, superiority air around him that would make any man feel a little self-cautious.

"Vlad." Asheron said with a tight lipped smile. Vlad's smile turned into a wide grin.

"Ash! How good to see you." He said in a deep and silky voice. Vlad barely looked at him as he swept into the room.

Asheron motioned for a servant to close the door as he followed him into the foyer. Vlad was looked around as if he was seeing if Asherons home was worthy of him being there. Then turning, his gaze went to Damian who was silently watching him. Vlad's pupils shrank.

He slowly walked towards Damian, his steps slow and soundless, like a panther sneaking up on its prey.

"I didn't think... you were in to blood slaves Ash." He looked Damian up and down hungrily, reaching his hand out.

"That is my son!" Asheron's voice cut through the silence, ranging out and echoed around the room. Vlad withdrew his hand slowly.

"A human?" He raised an eyebrow. "As your son? Interesting." He then spun back and walking up to Asheron. He was a head taller than him,so Asheron, to his growing annoyance, had to tilt his head up to look at him.

Vlad put his hands on his cheeks and before Asheron could register was happening, he felt something soft and cold touch his lips. Vlad had kissed him!

"My things will arrive soon." He said close to his face. "Make sure they are handled with care." He patted Asherons cheek and made his way to the lounging room.

Asheron still stood there stunned. He felt as though he had been slapped. No, he would have preferred it if he were slapped instead of kissed by that man!

After a moment Asheron came to his senses and started to vigorously scrub his lips with this sleeves.

"Go! All of you!" He snapped at the servants who had witnessed the whole ordeal. They fled immediately seeming to disappear into the shadows.

Damian was still looking at his father, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. When Asheron saw his look he glared at him.

"What?"

Damian shut his mouth and shook his head. Still, he gave his father a strange look.

Asheron looked away from him.

"...Don't tell Aloise about this."

Damian smirked. "Why would I tell uncle?"

"Just don't tell him. I know how you two are when you get together." Asheron ran his hand through his hair and looked in the direction of Vlad.

"Make sure Vlad doesn't mess with anything. And", He pointed at Damian's neck, his tone turning serious, "Don't let him bite you."