Fae Bloodlines of Love (Krystal x Dowmone)

Stefan Dracul, how would one describe him? He was son of the would be president, and also of the former president. The man was all over the place, always in the spotlight. What the people didn't know though was that he was a vampire. Not just any vampire though, vampire royalty. He was born in the year 1589, to his mother, Mina Dracul and his father, Vladimir Dracul, being the older twin. He and his twin brother were always causing trouble, but Rhyse more so, with his love of blood and drugs. While normally it would not affect a vampire, he was not into anything made in the human world.

No, his drug of choice was the blood of fae royalty, and one in particular. Krystal Kobayashi, who was the queen of the dark court. She was a very mellow girl, having loved Stefan since the moment she met him, but was to shy to tell him. They had been friends for centuries, but it had only been just recently that the pretty fae had realised her true feelings. She wouldn't get her hopes up about him though, having never found anyone who hadn't broken her heart. Even when she had been with Stefan's twin, Douglas, she could never seem to make him see. "Stefen, why don't you see I love you!?" She would write endlessly in her diary, not knowing that the cunning prince did feel the same. At least not until the night of the annual newborn ball. The night where the long standing blood ties between fae and vampires were almost broken.

Yes, the newborn ball. A ceremony and dance held every year to induct the new vampires and fae into their chosen coven or court. It had long been a tradition between the two races, but this year would change everything, becoming a bloodbath by accident. Newborns are very strong, and very thirsty, so they are generally fed as much as they can drink before the ceremony. This year was no different until one of the fae dignitaries cut himself on a knife. After that it became an all out bloodbath, and Krystal and Stefan got separated. Unfortunately for the pretty fae queen though, she got a bloody nose. She was quick and alluded most of the newborns, until she was cornered in the library. "Stefan!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, never having screamed that loud in her very long life. In a flash he was there, standing in front of her protectively. "Stop. If you hurt this woman, you all die. She. Is. Mine." He growled out, and the newborns backed away. It was physically impossible for him to be disobeyed. When they were alone in the library, Stefan stroked her cheek. "Oh god Krys.. I almost lost you.." there was fear in his grey blue eyes, until he kissed her long and hard. Now she had her answer. He really did feel the same.

"Kryss..." Stefan whispers to her as he strokes her cheek. He quickly composes himself, pushing the thoughts of their future together to the future. It was the last thing he wants. He wants to stay and hold her, and kiss her, and love her until his final breathe. But both their final breathes might be sooner than they think unless he gets her out of there. He gathers her to her feet, whispering words of encouragement. He wears a blade on his belt, short but effective. He gathers her in his arms, picking her up easily. Stefan begins to run with her. There are bodies everywhere, vampires that were caught off guard, and Fae that were too weak to resist death. He sighs, and keeps going. He tucks her head to his shoulder. "You shouldn't have to see this....just keep your eyes closed we'll be out of here soon."

Not soon enough. Three young vampires stand between him and his escape. He stands in the ballroom facing them. Their smart suits are stained with the blood of the innocent, and there is a glint in their eyes that tell him that he'll have to kill them. He mutters so to Krys. "Hold here my love. I'll take care of this have no fear." He sets her down on her feet and steps forward, drawing his blade as he does so. Without seeming to really move he disappears from the spot in front of her, using his speed and experience to his advantage. One of the young vamps is dead before the others realize what has happened, his head hitting the ground. Stefan flicks blood off his blade and moves towards the remaining two. One of which turns to Krys. Stefan recognizes all too easily the signs of blood-lust and cocks his arm back, throwing his blade at the advancing vampire. It sinks into his back, right through the heart. Two down. The last one tackles Stefan, and they roll around on the bloodstained floor. He has a great deal of trouble. Young vampires are stronger than older ones for whatever reason. He draws on he love for Krys, and his desire to keep her safe. The third vampires head hits the floor, ripped off with Stefan's bare hands.

"Come on Krys!" Stefan yells to her, flitting over and picking her up again. He runs out onto the balcony and without hesitation jumps off, landing on the ground two stories below. They are home free.

Krystal snuggles into him, kissing him softly. She is surprised as he picked her up, but again snuggles close, happy to be leaving. She loved fights and blood, but right now she just wanted to get out of there, letting him move her head. She didn’t want to see her fallen family anyway.

Krystal made a face, her moonian metal samurai swords appearing in her hands as she stood. The pretty fae queen had been to scared earlier to call them to her. "I don't get to kill any of them?" she asked, tilting her head, swords at the ready as she watched him decimate each newborn. Her nickname "the blood queen" was showing through. Krystal loved a good fight, and all this blood was secretly making the very violent fae horny. When each newborn was dead, Krystal sent her swords back. That was hot" she admitted, kissing him as she popped them to her apartment. Now they could relax.

(Sorry for the wait. It wasnt coming. Now its flowing though.)