"Ssshh, Lus...the time has come, get up." The voice which answered was almost angelic like in texture, carrying about the room as the scent of candles would. The voice belonged to Riavich Nacht, a Kindred which has now drifted long into legend. Carrying a soothing grace, with a piercing green gaze, his head adorned with loose crimson curls, everyone was almost instantly attracted to him.

And the young man which lay naked on the bed, sheets tangled about his thin body was Lusciane, looking no older than a frail boy of 15. He looked up, bewildered, pushing shaggy black hair back from his eyes so he could see better.

"The time has come for what? What's burning, Ria? Why do I smell a fire?"

The elder strode towards the curtains and throw them open with one, smooth movement, the high windows revealing a scene straight from hell, where every single thing was burning. "They're revolting, Lusciane..." and at that moment, he turned to look towards the young thing still sprawled out, bewildered on the bed, a little glint of something in his deep green eyes, "they've decided they no longer appreciate the presence of the Kindreds in their land and so..." turning back to the window, his motioned with a pale hand and pausing, he watched as the land continue to blaze. He lowered his voice, until it was barely above a whisper, "I feel my time is drawing to an end and you must make a decision, do you wish to die tonight as the human lover of a Kindred? Or do you want a chance at something more, somet hing potentially more wonderful than your wildest dreams?"

But poor Lusciane continued to look stun, though he managed to pull himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, "Ria..."

Growing impatient, Riavich strode over and knelt down in front of his lover, taking a hand into his and brushing his lips across the knuckles, then shaking his head, he stood again, tugging the young one to his feet, murmuring, "Come..."

Pulled to his feet, Lusciane followed behind the Kindred as he was led away from the bed and into one of the secret passages that surrounded the private chambers, the two of them now shrouded in darkness, shadows lurking about both forms like guardians.

"Lusciane, do you wish to die this night?" Kneeling again, the Kindred took the warm hand of the human in both of his, again kissing the knuckles as green eyes stared up into those of Lus.

And the question seemed simple enough, but Lusciane was only able to shake his head slowly, of course he didn't want to die, never did he want to die.

The eyes of the elder seemed to almost overflow with love and joy as he stood again, cupping his lovers face with both hands and leaning in to whisper words against his lips, "Hold still, love..." Before either could protest, the young human felt the peicing sting of fangs pushing against his neck and into the life giving vein.