My life with Nicco was fast and exciting. The kill in the evening, playing with our victims, slowly luring them to where we wanted them and then taking their lives quickly. Passionate love making in the hours just before dawn. He spoiled me with fine things, gowns from Italy and the finest dressmakers in Paris, expensive jewelry and other such body ornaments. We drank, we played, we romped. It was a jovial time. However, with time, the gowns all started to look the same. The jewelry seemed to dull in its luster. The lovemaking became less frequent and Nicco came to me in bloody tears asking what he had done wrong and pleading for a second chance.
It was nothing that Nicco had done, that upset me. I was approaching my first century and i had begun to long for a child. One to call my own and pass on my love and traditions to. I yearned for motherhood, but as a vampire, I could not conceive a child with Nicco. Yet when i told Nicco of my parental yearnings he simply smiled at me warmly
“Anything you ask, love.”