Emma had a smiled plastered on her face ever since she had been told she was going to be spending the weekend with Darla. It seemed like every time she stepped into Strigoi Estate it felt like home to her. Also spending some time with another female was a very nice change of scenery. She had been with Gerard for so long, Emma was very grateful she has to stay the night with Darla, just the two of them.
Smiling at the thought of spending some personal time with Darla again, Emma continued to organize her new clothes by color into her dresser.

At the age of five Emma had been given her own room at the Strigoi Estate. This only added to the effects of feeling like home to her. Everything around her seemed to scream relaxing and comfortable, from the white walls to the cream colored sheets on her bed. It didn’t really feel like she was leaving the Anlui Manor to go stay at a new house, more like going from one home to the other. One of the many perks of living with two different home owning parents… or mentors.

Sitting on her bed after organizing her new clothes with the old ones, Emma grabbed a magazine and started to flip through the pages. Stopping half way through the magazine she saw an article about romancing a vampire, it was something she hadn’t seen before in this type of magazine before. After reading the first page Emma couldn’t help but laugh at the way this writer portrayed vampires. Emma started to read the question and answers out loud to herself, “If your vampire loves wants to share blood during sex, should you? Yes, if you don’t mind a little bit of pain. In the eyes of a vampire blood and sex are very closely related. So why not ladies?” Emma shook her head and tried not to scream idiot at the pages. “People don’t know what in the hell they are talking about.”

Having told one of the servants in charge of caring for Emma's rooms to inform her when Emma was fully settled within her room, Darla sat in her own room on one of the chaise loungers with a book of paintings from the new painter Louis Royo on her lap, gazing at the work entitled The Caress with a slight smile. She had only recently discovered his works but found his paintings beautiful in the way only some of the masters of previous centuries had managed.

Looking up from the painting as the servant she has spoken to knocked on her door softly, Darla stood and placed the book down gently before making her way out of her chambers and towards Emma's in a whisper of skirts. Tonight she was wearing a pure white dress with black sticthing only visible from certain angles that emphasised her milky skin and left her hair, eyes and lips starkly beautiful against the paleness of the rest of her; and had had her nails painted black to match the sticthing in the dress, her hair and the velvet cameo choker at her throat.

Leaning gracefully in the doorway as Emma read on her bed, a lazy smile appearing as she listened to the things being read out by the girl, Darla rather than knocking spoke softly in a seductive almost-whisper that Emma would be able to hear clearly and would ease over her skin like the waters of a warm bath, if a little thick to be water.

"Ohh but Emma my dear, they are rather accurate in their relation are they not?"

As Emma flipped through the pages of her magazine, she hadn’t noticed that Darla was only a few feet from her. She was to engulfed in the text and the ideas of the writers. It seemed to be dangerous dissections to have anything around her seem like a distant blur as she read about vampires. It had not occurred to her that Darla was at the doorway until she felt a sudden burst of power flow over her like water. It flowed across Emma’s skin like soft silk turned liquid, and in knowing this particular power, she knew that it could only be Darla. The power of sweet warm water with a tent of lust slowly not to far behind it.

Once realizing how close the vampire was to her, Emma looked up in the direction in which the power was flowing from to find Darla at her doorway. Shivering lightly from the power Emma did the only thing she could do when seeing Darla, smile. Darla was just as beautiful as Gerard was, or if not more. It seemed as if she gave Emma’s body the same reaction as to Gerard’s as well. Since the time she reached a mature age, Emma has always had an uncontrollable urge to touch Darla as if it were like breathing. Being close to the dead was normal for a necromancer, but at times Emma questioned her desire for Darla.

Feeling that she could no longer sit on her bed and wait to touch her, Emma moved to be closer to Darla. She slipped her legs off the silken sheets and onto the floor almost painfully slow. At times it scared Emma just how much she needed to be touched by Darla, but at times like this that fear was no where near her. She needed Darla right now, for it had been weeks since she had spent time with the vampire. Moving closer to the woman who stood before her, and diminishing those last few feet seemed to take an eternity. Emma reached the woman and slowly wrapped her arms around her waist while resting her head upon her chest.

“Yes, they may be accurate in the reasoning but words and action are two different things. Saying that you are ready and willing to give blood does not mean you wont back down when the times comes,” Emma said as she looked up at Darla. “I have missed you. Please tell me that the night is ours and ours alone. I do not wish to share you with anyone else tonight for it seems I hardly get to indulge in your presence at all these days.”

Smiling invitingly as Emma slid from the bed and made her way towards her, Darla slowly and elegantly spread her arms so that Emma could fold herself in against her body before replacing them around the girl; hands resting on her hips so that the two were in a gentle embrace. The heat of Emma's cheek against the far cooler flesh of her breast, even through the dress, made Darla close her eyes and inhale slowly in enjoyment. She would never of done such with any others present, but that heat and the pleasure at seeing Emma again left her wanting to lower her physical shields, if not her metaphysical ones, for a short while.

Opening her eyes again as Emma spoke, Darla raised one hand to run cool fingers through Emma's hair and smiled down at the girl as she looked up, tilting her head to show she was thinking on what Emma had said.

"That much is true Emma, however I was reffering to their connection between the taking and giving of blood, and sex. For those of us without an orgasmic bite it is not nearly so openly sexual, but it smacks of sexual energy at most times. Unless we do not wish for it to, of course."

Placing a light kiss on Emma's cheeks, so light that her crimson lipstick did not leave even a trace on the girl's flesh, Darla moved both her hands to Emma's back and stroked it lightly to add comfort to the embrace.

"Indeed it has been a while. Do not fret my darling, I have made it so we shall not be disturbed in anything we choose to do tonight. The night is ours to do with it as we see fit."