I didn't remember falling asleep. I woke up to a dim light coming from the TV by the couch in the room. I heard the voices of the TV turn down as I stretched my arms above my head.

"Careful your neck may still hurt a bit," said the same soft female voice from before. I raised my hand up to my neck and gasped as a warm wet liquid grazed my hand. I knew it was blood before I even had to look at it but I still did and I felt sick. I threw my legs over the bed and was shocked to see that my clothes had changed. I was now wearing the same white dress that I always wore in my dream. My hair was also re braided and flowers were in each part of it.

I moved slowly over to her. She was lounging calmly on the couch and gave me a small smile, "You don't talk much do you?"

I shrugged and gave out a shaky laugh, "It's kinda hard to find the right words.." I mumbled. She patted the seat beside her on the couch. I reluctantly sat down. Who was she to him? And why was she in our room? I couldn't help the jealousy that engulfed me as I looked at her silky straight hair. She was the definition of beauty. Sitting by her I probably looked like a beast.

She sighed and looked over at me, "For starters its not polite to stare, " I blushed at her words, "My name is Celia by the way, I am one of the female guards that work for Nixon."

Guard? She looked too pretty to be a guard. "How long have you worked for Nixon?" I asked still mesmerized by her hair. It wasn't dark brown, it was black. Like charcoal. And it shined against her pale skin.

"A little while. Only 50 years," she said picking up the remote and turning off the TV. I couldn't help my gasp. So 50 years was considered a little while? She walked over to the dresser and opened a little cabinet underneath. She brought out a huge bandage and held it up to me with a smile.

I gave a timid smile back. She used her vampire speed and appeared in front of too quickly. I blinked several times to regain my senses as she placed the bandage over the wound on my neck. I winced the pain away and she giggled a bit. So she thought my pain was funny.

I glanced up at her, "So my blood doesn't bother you?"

She shook her head, "No. To me you just smell like human. Plus I already ate today."

I always wondered about that, "Do you feed on people?"

She nodded and smoothed by braid over the bandage, "Yep, we have other humans in the house. They're called feeders. We are allowed to feed on them once a day."

I swallowed, "Is that why I'm here? To be a 'feeder'?"

She gave me a big smile and laughed. It sounded like chimes and her head threw back. I saw her eyes shinning with tears. Damn. Was it that funny?

She finally stopped but her eyes were still shinning, "Of course not. Nixon considers you his wife, I highly doubt that you'll be a feeder."

"But he bit me. Again," I said crossing my hands over my chest and giving a 'don't lie to me look'.

She just nodded again, "Give him some credit. I mean at least he stopped, because if you smelled as amazing as he says to me, I wouldn't have."

I swallowed at that revelation. Maybe it would have been better to just stay in a dream with him, but that's ridiculous. She sat back down on the couch and gave me mysterious looks. I think she's wondering what he see's in me.

I gave a shaky laugh, "I guess my blood didn't affect him as much in our dreams."

"That's fascinating!" she exclaimed, "I've begged him to show me one of his 'dream worlds' but he says I'm already annoying when I'm awake."

We both laughed at her joke. She was a funny person and even though I was slightly jealous, I knew that I couldn't get mad at her. Was it her fault for being pretty? I looked toward the balcony doors and saw that they were still open. The morning light was still shining so I guess I hadn't been knocked out for two long.

"Where is he?" I asked her trying not to blush thinking about him.

She pointed towards the balcony, "He's in the field passed the mansion. He told me to take you to him if you weren't angry with him, " she said rolling her eyes.

I wasn't really angry with him for biting me, but I was scared. Can he afford to lose control another time? He may not be able to stop. My relationship has actually threatened my life. The door opened and Casanova sauntered in smirking at the both of us. I could almost feel the annoyance coming off of Celia. I wonder when they dated.

"Come on sweetheart, you need some food," he told me winking and grabbing my hand. I had to admit he was gorgeous but then I guess all vampires are. Celia scoffed and swiftly exited the room. I raised an eyebrow at Casanova questioningly.

He shrugged, "She's still in love with me,"

"And you don't feel the same?" I questioned. I mean she was perfect.

He rolled his eyes over dramatically and smiled, "Of course I do! How could I not?"

I giggled a bit and let him lead me out of the room and through the same hallway. I smelled delicious food from what I believed to be the kitchen. Thank God. I'm hungrier than I thought. My stomach growled loudly causing Casanova to smirk. I blushed and just continued to walk. His hand was still latched to mine. It was cold, but not too cold, just cold.

The kitchen was passed the living room and also passed a small bar to the right. It was massive and had a wide arch leading to what was most likely a dining room. Everything seemed so expensive, from the stove to the deep fryer. And here I thought all vampires would need is blood. There were 3 women busying themselves on the stoves and chopping up stuff. They all snapped to attention when we approached.

I could tell that they were human. They weren't pale and they also seemed to be entranced with Casanova. Plus the youngest maid had a huge bite mark on her wrist. Feeder. Casanova motioned for me to sit at a stool at the counter top. He walked over to the maid with the bite mark freely.

She blushed as he spoke her name in a whisper, "Emily." He caressed her cheek lovingly. Whoa. I didn't see that coming. The other maids just smiled at me and continued there cooking. They're attire were little black dresses with black flats.

Emily reminded me of Chloe. She had long curly red hair and cute freckles at the top of her nose and some on her cheek bones. Her eyes were big and brown, her face was then topped of with a set of plump lips.

I couldn't but help watching they way he tilted her small face in his hands and kissed her on the lips. It was so intimate that I felt they should be behind closed doors. He whispered something into her ear and she nodded smiling and glancing at me. Then he disappeared around the corner.

She reached into the microwave and pulled out a plate of eggs and bacon. It smelled heavenly since I never ate this stuff at home. She also took out some cranberry juice from the fridge and gave me a glass. She laid the food out in front of me and smiled timidly.

"Hi, I'm Emily. You must be Aubrey," she said giving me a look over. She couldn't have been over 20.

I nodded back, "Yes I am."

She eyed me curiously, "Well, you can eat the food. I didn't poison it or anything," she said pointing to the untouched food and drink that she laid out for me.

I giggled a bit out of embarrassment and the maids did too. I picked up a piece of bacon and bit a healthy chunk off. It tasted perfect. The perfect crisp. I moaned as I chewed slowly. They all looked at me and seemed to be excited that I liked the food.

Emily smiled gratefully, "I'm glad you like it! And when you're done I'll take you to-"

"I'll take her Emily," sneered Celia coming from the shadows. I noticed the dangers that she sent Emily. I could almost feel her shiver in response. If Celia was jealous of Emily, she wore it proudly and unashamed. I guess I know what happened to her and Casanova now.

I tried to gobble my food down as fast as I could not only because I was hungry. The other maids seemed to be cleaning and Emily just stood at the counter trying to disappear into herself. I looked over at Celia and saw her giving Emily a life threatening look. It almost scared the shit out of me and it wasn't directed to me.

"I'm done!" I announced exasperated.

Celia released Emily from her hold and smiled at me, "Well then lets go." I saw Emily visibly release a breath that she seemed to be holding. Note to self, don't get on Celia's bad side. Celia took my hand in hers and led me to the back of the kitchen. There was a patio door here that led to a small garden. I saw different fruits and herbs that were growing beautifully. It smelled like earth, if that makes any sense. She led the way and I saw a path forming to the field that I had been in many times before.

The sight was incredible. The trees surrounded the field and the flowers seemed brighter and more lively. I wanted to run forward but I was afraid that it wouldn't be appropriate in my attire. All I had on was this white dress. I didn't even have shoes on! Celia seemed to have my idea in mind as she looked behind at me and flashed a mischievous smile. Hand in hand we began to run towards the field in a fit of giggles. I felt so free. I hadn't even noticed Nixon laying in the grass with his eyes closed.

Celia looked between us both and turned back to leave letting go of my hand. I watched her hair wip behind her like a black curtain of silk as her pale feet picked up the pace back to the house. When I looked back at Nixon he was sitting up and his hand was out inviting me to join him. The smile on his face was dazzling.

I took his hand and smiled back sitting with him in the flowers. They smelled better now too. "Did you put the flowers in my hair?" I asked him as I sat down.

He pulled me closer to him, "Yes I did. I am so sorry for losing control earlier as well," he says apologetically.

I bite my lip and he strokes my cheek, "I know you didn't mean it. I was wondering though, does Casanova love Emily?" I asked being the nosy person that I am.

He thought about it for a moment, "I believe so but, Cas doesn't know what love is so he'll disagree with you."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "So he can just feed off of her and not kill her?"

He nodded and brought his face closer to mine, "He has more control over the hunger and lust. Sometimes they fuse together, " he said sadly.

I could feel his breath against my lips and I hesitated to press my lips against his. He hurt me last time. I don't want him to lose control again. But I really want to kiss him. He made the decision for me by kissing me on the lips softly. When I looked him in the eyes I saw that they weren't glowing so I kissed him back. It was slow at first and then it became more passionate. He was a little forceful but it felt good. His hand trailed up my bare leg and my breath hitched up.

Then he was off me. He stood a couple feet away and his face looked pained. His eyes were glowing and his fangs had protruded from his mouth. He was breathing heavily with his chest moving up and down. I sat perfectly still knowing that moving would just increase the blood lust. I knew it was stupid but he couldn't keep hiding this side of himself from me.

I got up slowly and walked closer to him. He looked at me in confusion. Once I reached him I put both of my hands on either side of his face. With his eyes glowing he looked enticing. I stepped on the front of my toes and kissed him on the lips slowly. I felt his fangs going away and he smiled in disbelief.

He kissed me back and said, "You know that was incredibly dangerous," his voice was deep and husky.

"I don't care," I whispered back.