Their embrace appeared to her to last for eons while she pressed herself into Spike to enhance the experience. For her passionate efforts, Rarity heard the lovely creature moan into her hot mouth. It gave her a blissful feeling when she drew her wet tongue along his mouth and sharp teeth and as she finally drew her supple lips away from him, she yet felt his members quivering against her backside, tempting her marehood.

Rarity giggled cutely at his dazed appearance, while her own excitement dribbled onto his scales.

By this time, the night had fully set in and with her desires sated, Rarity’s full strength had returned nicely. From her seated position upon the lap of her knight in shining scales, the proper lady saw the darkened, starry skies through the large sliding glass doors at the backside of her abode. Smiling, she flicked her dampened, curled tail in coziness.

She breathed in softly with her red eyes shut and could see the blood flowing throughout the ponies wandering about within Ponyville, yet it brought none of her interest away from her special guest.

I don’t have any cravings either; not even those which I normally have after feeding on ponies. It was honestly a relief to not have to stifle her yearnings to a bearable extent, while she resumed her attentions on Spike. You are magical, my dear sweet dragon.

“Rarity?” he asked, surprising the unicorn out of gazing at him.

They were yet within her kitchen, Rarity being quite relieved to have his undivided attentions and also to have at long last finally kissed him.

“Hm?”

“I…I may have…underestimated how much blood that you took.” Groaning from the dizziness and nausea from the feeding and his vampire lady’s vivacious ministrations, Rarity watched his eyelids flutter shut and he began to fall backward.

“Spike!” Rarity shouted in concern that he would certainly hit his head on one of her cupboards. With precise accuracy and inconceivable speed, she leaned forward to save her love and caught his back in her forelegs. It was a simple matter to support Spike’s weight and lift him into a seated position once more, yet that was not what was highest on her list of distresses currently.

“Whoa, you are…pretty strong, Rarity,” Spike mumbled, managing to open his bleary emerald eyes to view the alabaster unicorn. It was obvious to her that he couldn’t see her that well, although as she delicately cradled him, it was vehemently apparent that his blood supply was considerably lessened from what his body required to function properly.

She managed to chuckle weakly at his attempt at lightening the mood. You silly, sweet and clumsy fool; I told you that it would not be so easy. “I am not as innocent or delicate as I let on, Spikey dearest. Yet before we continue this lovely embrace, I believe that it would be best to allow you to rest.”

He waved a limp foreleg in her direction and shook his head. “No, I am fine. Don’t…don’t worry about me, Rarity.”

“Spike,” she commanded sternly, silencing him like she knew that her allocutions would. Even without her abilities as a vampire, Rarity knew that he would always regard her with the utmost amount of respect. “I shall hear no more from you on this matter. While I appreciate that you are attempting to ease my sorrows for being the pony who did this to you, it is you who is injured and not myself. It is nearly as rude to deny a proper lady’s assistance as it is to lie about one’s obvious health concerns. I am no fool, Spike.”

Ashamed, the dragon averted his brilliant emerald eyes. “Sorry, Rarity, I only wanted to-”

“Besides,” the voluptuous unicorn soothed, leaning close enough to brush her fur against the smooth purple scales of his chest. The color in his cheeks resumed, swallowing stiffly as she held him closer and fluttered her eyelashes. He was certainly not delirious now. “I do need you at your full strength prior to having my way with you, Spikey-Wikey. My needs may not be met as a mare yet, but simply because they are met as a vampire for the nonce, it does not mean that I won’t delight in a bit of a nibble during.”

The reaction was almost too sweet. Spike lifted his chin to look upon her again, ear frills flaring and his face positively flushed with embarrassment. Quite soon after, Rarity felt his twin dragonhoods harden against her cheeks, speaking of his wants.

The poor dear merely mumbled incoherence, likely trying and failing to not contemplate being with the seductive unicorn. Yet shortly after she bequeathed those honeyed words to him, Rarity gradually lifted her curvaceous backside off of him; although she felt his members rising with her momentarily and heard his enticing moans of enjoyment at them sliding achingly along her lithesome form.

Relishing in the control that she possessed over him even without her vampire powers coming into play, not to mention how delectable that it would feel to eventually have his dual members within her inner folds, she giggled cutely and slid off of him, swaying her hips and brushing her dampened tail in his mesmerized face for her knight’s entertainment. Well, that shall wait until he himself realizes that he has been wishing for such a chance for as long as I have, of course. “Now then,” she sung, drawing magic into her horn, enveloping Spike in her sapphire aura and levitating him onto her back, aligned with her supple body with ease. “I believe that my chaise lounge will suffice for your swift recovery for now, hm?”

“Rarity, are you certain that you should be carrying me like this right now?”

A devilish visage appeared across her features as an image popped into her head, yet she kept her red eyes forward. “Why is that Spikey-Wikey? Might you be feeling a slight tingling down below?” she questioned sensuously, wiggling her backside against his penises and earning another sweet sound from the dragon. Spike swallowed heavily in response, his breaths growing strained in her presence. Easy, Rarity; one must not be unlady-like. Despite my little dragon being willing even when he knows that I am a vampire, Spike is yet quite a shy creature, despite his size or his desires for me.

“Yet what if I hurt you?” he asked rapidly, likely attempting to ignore her advances.

“Oh, nonsense, Spike; as I already informed you earlier, I am far stronger than I appear.” She paused elegantly and glanced over her left shoulder to capture his eyes in her own as they lidded, maintaining their stark red tinge. “I also already know what it feels like to have your members against my backside from our earlier embrace; you are quite well endowed, I might add.”

His wings splayed out above him, completely erect and flooded with arousal given what the mare was uttering. It garnered another giggle from her, yet she decided to quit while he was recovering. I don’t wish to cause the poor dragon to faint from using all of his blood to arouse his senses after all.

“I-I…um…thank you?” murmured the embarrassed and attracted creature, noticeably uncertain how and if he should truly respond to such comments.

Rarity let out a subdued laugh and shrugged off her vivacious ministrations, choosing instead to lift her left alabaster hoof to his chin to calm him. She fluttered her eyelashes briefly, returning her eyes to their natural sapphire coloration, to the apparent wonder of her lucky guest. Rarity giggled at the awe in his lovable features. “Very well, enough flirting for now, darling; I apologize for my uncouth behavior. You are, after all, in need of rest and speaking to you in such a way will not aid in that regard.”

“It is okay,” Spike replied, managing to obtain that smile that he seemed to reserve for her alone; a timid yet brave countenance, letting her know that he would accept and protect her no matter what. “I kind of enjoy it.” He chuckled, settling his wings and she matched his merriment in kind.

“Well, I am happy to know that, at least; nevertheless, our discussion about such matters can wait until later. Now, no more dawdling, rest and relaxation are your best medicines currently. Off we go.”

No more words passed between them while Rarity carried him through her home, sauntering along past her kitchen to her chaise lounge resting against the wall opposite. She funneled a touch of magic into her horn and adjusted the placement of the furniture, prior to carefully lifting Spike off of her and onto the cushion.

Upon relaxing against the soft amaranth pillows, the dragon released a pleased breath of air.

“Are you quite comfy, dear?” With a dip of his head, Rarity lit her horn and brought a syringe from her refrigerator. She levitated it before her to check that the amount was correct, careful not to shake the container or flick the needle. “Now, Spike, I realize that I am no doctor, or even a nurse; yet at this juncture one cannot be picky, darling. You are in severe danger and I have something that should help you to recover.”

His ear frills were perked to her every word as he inclined his head. “What is it, Rarity?”

“This should help you to recover, Spike,” Rarity explained, bringing the object in her spell nearer to her beloved for his scrutiny. “It will help your body to increase the production of your blood.”

“Are you certain that you know how to use it properly?” quizzed Spike, swishing his tail along the cushions. “How do you even have that?”

The fashion designer chuckled lightly and set one foreleg ahead of the other gracefully. “Well, it does help that I hypnotized a nurse from the Ponyville General Hospital and had her tell me what to do, should somepony have a severe case of blood loss. This was when I was relatively new to drinking pony blood and thankfully, I never needed to rely on this method. Well, not until now.”

Spike wasted no time, shifting closer on the lounge to have her attentions when her eyelids and chin drooped in remorse. “It is okay, Rarity, I trust you. Remember, I am the one that let you feed off of me, knowing what the consequences might be. Please don’t feel bad.”

Swallowing her sorrows, the fashionista raised her head in acknowledgement of his plea and strolled forward, to set a hoof upon Spike’s left foreleg. “Very well; thank you, Spike, for everything that you have done tonight and all of the nights and days prior for my benefit.” He grinned truthfully and rested his free clawed hand over her hoof. “I trust then that you wish to have this injection?” He nodded his head and once Rarity slipped her hoof out from between his shiny scales, he adjusted himself so that his left foreleg was easily accessible to the lady. “Excellent, Spikey-Wikey; well, first of all, so that you are aware, of course, I must pinch the scales of your tummy.”

“Oh,” he answered her, his cheeks reddening as he rolled onto his side to expose his tummy.

“Thank you.” The vampiric unicorn placed her hoof upon the edge of the chaise lounge, holding the syringe aloft in her sapphire aura for emphasis. “Now, the next thing is for me to inject the syringe into that pinched bit of scale and inject the entirety of the liquid within the container, prior to removing and disposing of the item appropriately. Are you comfortable with all of that?”

“I am as long as you are comfortable with injecting me with it.”

“Of course, Spikey; there isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you, my lovely and not-so-little assistant.” Yes and I will be certain that I never have to do this with you again, Rarity admonished herself sternly. Her words moved him greatly; given how he at first let his jaw slacken for a moment, before averting his eyes in a cute manner. Viewing such an innocent act, the alabaster unicorn chuckled and leaned in to place a loving kiss upon his rather exposed and kissable left cheek.

Once they both settled from each other’s behaviors, the procedure was swift and easy. In no time at all, the seamstress was settled upon her backside on the purple carpeted floor, rubbing her alabaster hooves along Spike’s left foreleg.

“Thank you, Rarity. I feel better already,” the creature spoke; calm and happy in the atmosphere that the two had fashioned.

“I should think so, with a lovely lady giving you all of her attentions in the middle of the night.” Rarity winked at the gentledragon and he simply managed a beam in answer. Electing for a simple giggle and a hold of his hand in both hooves, she dropped the spectacle. “You are most welcome, dear. Now, simply relax and let the medicine and your system perform their tasks of aiding in your recovery.”

“How long do you suspect that it will take?” he asked out of curiosity.

“Hmm,” Rarity speculated, giving a minute tilt of her head, “well, for an average pony it would be from about fifteen minutes to around half of an hour. Yet for a dragon, who are generally stronger and larger, it is difficult to say. I suppose that it depends on how quickly your blood flows.”

Spike purely dipped his head for a moment, appearing contemplative. After a touch of silence within her kitchen area, he returned his emerald eyes to her and shifted onto his stomach, stroking along the fur of her hoof with his free hand. “Well, actually, I am starting to feel better.”

“Truly?” she queried, giving her head a tilt and feeling her mane follow the motion.

Inclining his head, his face flushed red while he stared dreamily into Rarity’s eyes. “Yes; I do have a beautiful lady who loves me holding my hand, after all.” He finished with a goofy grin, yet holding her hooves as happy prisoners.

The vampiric lady smirked in response and leaned forward to give him a caress of the lips. “You and that silver tongue of yours, Spike.” She giggled daintily at the red tinge to his cheeks growing ever brighter upon her practiced actions and gave her wings a stretch, a soft moan escaping her lips for her efforts. Hmm, this gives me an idea. We never did have a complete conversation about it on our last meeting, so now is as good a time as any; especially since he knows how devilish that I can be. “Well, Spike, while I am happy to see that you are indeed feeling better, I would yet feel more comfortable if you gave it a touch more time. Please?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at the dragon.

Spike swallowed at the show of affection and concern and lightly nodded his head, releasing her forelegs carefully upon the cushion and adopting a more sedate posture to relax.

You are as gallant as ever, my dear, Rarity imagined with a joyful countenance. “Thank you, most sincerely, Spikey. I shall return momentarily, okay? I simply need to fetch something from upstairs and then when I return we can have our chat about whatever it is that you wish to know about me.”

As Rarity trotted along the spiral staircase and into her room, her visage turned mischievous. Well, we will once you have become accustomed to viewing me in my recently fashioned outfit for you to critique.

Giddily, yet still in a proper fashion, the vampiric unicorn collected her intended attire and once again slipped her lithesome body into it, tightening her thigh high lace boots. With her wings now allowed their freedom, curled at her sides behind the drapes of red and black fabric cascading elegantly to the floor behind her forelegs, Rarity sauntered into place before her mirror to glance at her enticing appearance.

“Perhaps a tad extra attention here,” she imagined, fluffing a bit of the red fabric on her left shoulder to draw the purple dragon’s regard. “Excellent; well, it is best that I don’t keep my patient waiting.”

Rarity meandered her way along the carpet of her upper floor and along the stylish spiral staircase, which she herself designed, to return through the open archway of her kitchen area. The motion caught Spike’s interest upon the lounge and he quirked his head to see her. It was swift to grow quiet within the room, the proper lady awaiting her knight’s scrutiny.

Hearing no such compliments leaving from his lips, but only witnessing his dumbfounded visage, she decided to inquire. “Well, Spike? I hope that you haven’t forgotten this ensemble of mine already.” She fluttered her eyelashes, extending her wings at her sides and posing before him. “It was fashioned for you, after all.”

“F-for me?” he stuttered breathlessly, his wings struggling to remain furled at his sides. “Why?”

Taking his unbroken focus as proof that Spike was beginning to mend, Rarity decided to continue; however, no longer displaying herself in a suggestive way. She simply approached him normally with her wings settled, which seemed to calm his nerves to some extent. “Well, if I may be honest, I was worried that I wouldn’t ever be allowed to confess my feelings to you, Spike.”

“I…I don’t-”

“Please, Spikey-Wikey, allow me to explain. I have a feeling that I shall be explaining a rather large amount of myself during our talks tonight and I may as well begin here.”

“You don’t have to answer everything, if you don’t want to, Rarity,” Spike confessed, pushing himself into a proper seated position on the lounge. He patted the left side of the cushion and Rarity wiggled her backside and hopped onto her place.

Levitating his clawed hands, Rarity took them in her hooves and gave him a reassuring visage. “Thank you, Spike. I know that you care deeply for me and will accept whatever it is that I tell you, yet I would like to have no secrets from you in these matters. It has been terrible keeping a large portion of my life from my friends; from you especially.” He simply swallowed in response and dipped his head in acknowledgement of her wants.

With a bit of trepidation, the proper lady let out a little laugh and glimpsed her hooves wrapped about his claws. “This was a bit of a fantasy of mine, you see. I always adored the attention that you gave to me whenever I wore one of my dresses.” Returning her regard to the dragon of her dreams, Rarity scooted forward and pressed on. “Even when you were merely complimenting the designs or accessories; your word meant the world to me, darling.

“Well, if I am to make a long story short, I fashioned this little number as a way to vent my desires to confess my true nature to you. I suppose that wearing it during our last meeting was a mistake on my part; perhaps if I had not, we could have continued our conversation a touch longer. The red compliments my changing eye color and the black represents the time when I am at my most active.” Releasing one of his clawed hands, Rarity lifted her hoof to draw his attention there. “Of course these lovely lace boots were my final piece to one day have your gaze drawn upward on my body to my eyes for you to see how much I cherish you, even going so far as to resist my temptations as a vampire.”

Her explanation finished, the elegant mare beamed timidly at Spike to await his reply. The dragon scratched at his spines once again and peered off to the side for a brief moment, prior to resuming his view of her. “Well, can I start gazing upon you now?” he asked, profusely embarrassed yet meaning it nonetheless. Rarity simply let out a laugh and nodded her head. “I know that I am not the best creature that you could fall in love with, but I will try to cherish everything about you as much as-”

“Don’t you ever say that again!” Rarity cried, easily silencing him with a concerned expression and a frown. She leapt onto him, wrapping her hooves across his back and kissing him sternly on the lips. Once again settled in his warm lap, the seamstress held him tight. “You are the most noble and charitable creature that I know, Spikey-Wikey and I have known from the moment that we first met that you cherish me with all of your heart.”

He couldn’t seem to speak to that, purely locking his emerald gaze with her sapphire eyes for any chance that he may have to console her.

“I need you to promise me that you will never degrade yourself again, Spike. I regard you with such a high esteem, the same measure of respect and adoration which you show to me every day, so please trust that I would never believe that you don’t deserve to be with me.”

Spike’s indecision appeared to vanish as her voice carried throughout her home and he caressed his hands along the smooth and slender fitting fabric of the dress at her back. “Alright, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. Yet I understand why you might have those imaginings. Simply know that anypony who has met you, knows how incredible that you are; while everypony who only views a scary dragon despite having seen you with me or our friends will have to answer to me.”

That earned her a chuckle from the purple dragon. “I am truly lucky that I am in your good graces, my lady.”

“You certainly are. I should give you a good thrashing for worrying me and being so rude to yourself; yet you know that-”

“Fighting isn’t your thing. I know,” he finished for her, beaming brilliantly, showing his white teeth and stroking along the soft alabaster fur beneath her dress, although she noticed that he wasn’t using his claws. “I am also a bit glad that you wore this outfit prior. Not because it hurt you to have to shout at me to leave, but because it let me see you as you, even if I didn’t know at the time that you were a vampire as well. It led to us being together, didn’t it?”

Rarity wiped the moisture from her sapphire eyes and beamed at the noble gentledragon. “Yes, Spike, it certainly did.” So, are you yet holding yourself in check for my safety? I suppose that even with my reveal, you yet wish to protect me and I appreciate it. Yet after a little date, I shall have to reassure you that you need not withhold anything from me, Spikey. If you wish to satisfy me, you won’t be able to. “Now then, Spike, I am certain that you have a fair few questions to ask me. What would you like to know first, darling?”

“Well, I do have some questions, but can I simply hold you like this for a little while longer? It feels really good to have you like this.”

“Of course, my dearest Spike.” She leaned in and gave him another kiss, prior to adjusting herself comfortably upon his lap.

While the night drew on and the adoring creature kept a tender hold across her back, Rarity pondered on when to reveal her idea to him. As his calming ministrations along her lithesome body drew a relaxed moan from the mare, she captured his emerald eyes and smiled. Spike chuckled nervously at her vocalization.

“I hope that Twilight and the rest aren’t worried about me now.” Rarity inclined her head to have him elaborate. “We had a meeting about what to do if you were in some sort of trouble and I volunteered to come and check on you.”

“Thank you, Spike; how nice of you. Well, it is far too dark out for me to allow you to venture onto the streets. I am afraid that you shall have to stay with me tonight, Spike,” she remarked seductively, while squeezing his sides with her hooves.

The dragon gulped in response, yet Rarity knew that he enjoyed the thought of sleeping at her home, regardless of what occurred behind her closed doors.

“You know, darling, a thought has occurred to me. We do need to go out on a date at some point.”

He blinked at that, ear frills perking. “A date; you want to go on a date with me?” Nodding, the mare merely waited for Spike to sort through her offer. “Well, I didn’t think about that, but I would definitely love to take you somewhere.”

“Yes; however, not too many dates; we know so much about one another as it is already and a date would truly be more like a merry little addition. After all, I truly wish to have you in my bed with me as soon as possible.”

Spike’s wings unfurled behind him, aroused by those thoughts once again; yet the fashion designer giggled at him and caressed his cheek with a hoof to calm him. He leaned into the embrace and managed an exhale of relief. Lifting a clawed hand to her hoof, the purple dragon smiled. “Well, how about this; since you missed the third night of the Blood Moon Festival, why don’t we invite our friends to Twilight’s castle tomorrow and tell them about our relationship? After that, we can have a celebration of our own.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound much like a date,” Rarity speculated briefly, before garnering him with a cheerful countenance, “at least not in the traditional sense; yet I am a vampire and you are a dragon, so not much is traditional in this relationship of ours. Very well, it sounds intriguing enough to me and it will be nice to be able to experience a Nightmare Night-esque celebration with all of you for once. I accept.”

“Great. However, we should likely wait until the morning to begin sending those letters.”

“That is likely for the best, dear; perhaps then that you would like to ask me your first question, Spikey-Wikey?”

“I suppose that I can’t hold you like this forever.”

She grinned and placed the bottom of her hoof to his nose. “Now whoever said that?”

Spike laughed lightly as he stared at her lace boot. Shortly thereafter, the vampiric unicorn replaced her hooves upon his chest and leaned against him to await his questions. “When did you…I mean,” he vacillated for a moment, likely pondering about how to word his inquiry, “you said that you love me. When did you…start?”

Rarity’s cheeks reddened a touch and she chuckled into her hoof, while thinking of what to tell him. She placed her hoof onto his left foreleg and grinned at him. “It has been a while since I held these feelings for you, Spike. I had my eye on you for quite some time, yet I never let myself have a chance because I couldn’t risk hurting you. I am sorry that it seemed like I didn’t care all of this time. I did, truly, even before you gave me that fire-ruby; purely you being you was enough to win me over, my dear Spikey-Wikey.”

The dragon smiled gladly. “I believe you, Rarity and of course I forgive you. I understand why you couldn’t tell me, but you really didn’t need to worry. If you needed me to help you with your vampire side, I would have.”

“I know that now.” Her lips curled in response, still feeling her wings unfurled from the excitement. “Yet I couldn’t be certain at the time. If I told you that I was a vampire straight out, do you truly believe that you would accept that?”

That caught Spike off guard. He tightened his grip along her back a touch, but shook his head. “It wouldn’t have mattered to me. My head is still kind of reeling from you actually being one, honestly; yet I don’t think that it would have been much different if you told me before. Maybe it would have saved you some trouble if I had known.”

Rarity leaned in close and set her hooves on either side of his face. “Well, there is no point in fretting about what could have been, right Spike? I am certain that you are as happy as I am to have each other now.” Spike stared at her wordlessly, seemingly paralyzed by her response.

He closed the distance between them slowly, drawing the alabaster unicorn in for another kiss. She shut her eyes in bliss; leaning into the embrace and feeling Spike do the same. I will take that as a yes.

When they drew apart, both of them were blushing profusely. The gentledragon glanced at her chest for a brief pause, yet Rarity remained focused on him, slightly surprised yet no less joyful that he had prompted such a passionate embrace.

Perhaps I will not have to wait too long for you after all, hm, Spike?

It took little time for Spike to resume his attentions upon her and it was rather simple to tell that he desired to know further matters pertaining to her existence and what was happening with their relationship now.

He brought his forelegs toward him, drawing them along her curvaceous sides and to rest over her hooves. “Rarity, what…what does it feel like to not feed off of creatures?”

Do you truly wish to know that so soon? Rarity swallowed softly and began. “It drains me, Spike. I suffer through intense withdrawal symptoms; painful fits and my body aches ceaselessly. I cannot even sleep during the event due to the fact that if I were to shut my eyes for the briefest of moments, I may do something unconscionable that I am unaware of until it is too late. Thankfully, I managed to avoid such an occurrence until you came along. I suppose that, in a large way, you helped me through it.”

Rarity adjusted her wings at her sides and beamed at the noble creature, hoping that hearing of how he had truly aided in her plight may alleviate some of his troubles from the reveal.

Spike simply nodded. “I see; I won’t feel bad about not helping you sooner, because you were only trying to protect me out of fear that you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself once you fed on me. It means quite a bit to me that you would go through something like that to keep me safe, Rarity. I simply wanted to know, so that I could thank you properly. So, thank you.”

“You are most welcome, Spike.”

As the room grew silent once more, Rarity heard the familiar mews of her cat, Opal. Turning from her comfy spot upon the dragon, she glimpsed her white companion settled on the carpet, fluffy tail wagging. She knew the look that she was regarding her with and purely rolled her eyes in good humor, before levitating a bowl of cat food toward the dear. Opal meowed in appreciation and quickly, yet primly began to eat her late night meal.

When that was concluded, the alabaster unicorn gave Spike her undivided attention. It was obvious that he wasn’t exactly certain how to proceed with this, nor was he certain of what this whole business with Rarity being a vampire was. “So, Rarity, how long exactly have you been a vampire for and were you turned into one? I thought that there hadn’t been a recorded vampire sighting in thousands of years, so how can you be one?”

“Hold on a moment! Slow down, Spikey-Wikey; one question at a time, please.” Rarity giggled at her mate, quite taken with his adorable attitude and innocent charms. “Well, I believe that I will start with the first one. Hmm, honestly, I cannot recall a time when I wasn’t a vampire. I suspect that I was born one, to tell you truthfully. I was never bitten by another pony, so I assumed it to be so; a pony born as a vampire. No documentation of vampirism I have read about had anything to do with being born into it.”

Spike tilted his head and seemed to think about that, placing a claw under his chin in a very becoming manner for the dragon. “Well, maybe you are meant to bring them back, Rarity.”

This time it was her turn to shift her head to the side, her mane following the motion. “Hm? Who do you mean, Spikey?”

“Vampires.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Well, think about it. There has been no record of vampires in over three thousand years, before the princesses were even around and now you come along and say that you might have been born one. There must be something important there and besides, you are already sophisticated, beautiful, fashionable and attractive. Those are all traits that vampires supposedly had.” Spike blinked once, as what he simply blurted out sunk in. His cheeks reddened then, yet Rarity had already beaten him to it, her face flushing quite easily from his compliments. “I…I mean, not that you needed to be a vampire to be all of those things a-and more! I am only saying that, ugh!” He covered his face with a hand. “I don’t know what I am saying; forget whatever it is that I am saying, okay?”

He lowered his head away from her and Rarity merely shook hers. How did I ever live without having you here by my side? “Nonsense,” the fashionista replied, lifting his chin with a hoof and a touch of magic. “I am beyond happy that you think so highly of me, darling. It means the world to me to hear you and you alone say such things to me, truly. Even if my appearance was attributed mainly to my being a vampire, I am certain that you would still feel the same way about me and I couldn’t ask for more than that. I know that you see more in me than purely my looks.”

Spike gulped and held her hoof in both of his claws, holding it loosely and comfortably as he responded. “Of course; I know that you have a kind heart. You are caring, forgiving, intelligent, resourceful, attractive and passionate, sly and sneaky and most importantly a very, very powerful friend.”

“Thank you, Spike,” Rarity responded, on the verge of tears again; tears of joy from hearing him say all of those things that she knew that he saw in her, “and you, my love, are one in a million; you are passionate about aiding others, even at the cost of your own well-being. You are so giving, thoughtful, generous, hardworking, handsome and most of all, you are mine.”

He flinched at that. If Rarity thought that he couldn’t become anymore flustered than he already was, Spike was swiftly proving her wrong. She giggled devilishly at his show of embarrassment.

“I am sorry, Spikey-Wikey. It simply slipped out. I only wish for you to know that I will do everything that I can to make you happy.”

Spike appeared to settle at her words, nodding sagely once he had regained his composure. “It is okay. We should be able to say such things to one another, considering that we know how the other feels and how well we know each other…and due to the fact that we have a date later. It is merely that I can’t believe how good it feels to have you say those things to me.”

Giggling at his elated disposition, Rarity rewarded him with another kiss.

After another moment, he raised an eyebrow. “Well, if you are a vampire, what does that make your family?”

“Ah, well, here is where things are a touch bizarre,” she elaborated, raising a hoof for emphasis. “You see, my entire family are pure ponies; no signs of vampire traits whatsoever. I was quite certain of it, when I first had a peek at their blood. My blood and pony blood are rather different, so that you are aware. It has a different color to mine, a different aura, if you will that I am able to sense; your blood included, mind.” Rarity paused for a moment, to rest her hooves upon Spike’s chest again and to be certain that he understood.

A single nod, accompanied by enraptured emerald eyes urged her to continue. “Now, directly after a feeding, my blood becomes far brighter in coloration than my blood or pony blood at their normal state, yet the difference is still noticeable. So, I examined them clandestinely and came to the conclusion that I was born as a vampire. It was curious how the doctors did not appear to be aware of this detail, so I hypnotized one and had him search through the files to find me. Apparently, I had no such abnormalities when I was birthed; I was, to all who saw me, a regular unicorn.”

“You were and still are an extraordinary alabaster vampire unicorn,” Spike corrected, kissing her lightly on the cheek and causing her lips to curl upward.

At least you are becoming more comfortable showing affection to me, darling. “You are sweet to say so, Spike; thank you most sincerely. Yet what I have said and uncovered is that, either my powers as a vampire manifested after a time; a less likely occurrence, bearing in mind that I have been to the hospital regularly since and have yet to be discovered, or that my abilities appear to become concealed when under scrutiny by somepony that I do not trust.”

“Truly? You have some dazzling abilities, Rarity.”

Rarity couldn’t help but giggle when Spike answered her. “I would say so, Spike. However, I do regularly have that same effect on you without using my vampire traits.” His reaction was adorable, he shuffled his wings about on his sides and adjusted himself a tad on her chaise lounge. Taking such acts as a sign to give her mate some release, Rarity set a hoof upon his cheek and stepped off of him to settle her backside on her side of the cushion once again. “Well, Spike, I believe that it is bed time for you and I. I simply have one question to ask of you now, my sweet little dragon.”

He scratched at the spines of his neck, growing profusely flustered about heading to bed with her and smiling at being called one of her nicknames for him. She only fashioned nicknames for Spike, something that she had not failed to notice early on. That was her first clue that she was developing feelings for the dragon and also how she thought that he might feel the same way for her, because he never asked her to stop calling him by such names.

Despite his embarrassment, Spike dipped his head. “Yes, it is only fair, after all. What did you want to know, Rarity?”

“Which side of my rather large and fluffy mattress would you like?”

“Uh, umm. Well…”

Rarity raised her eyebrows and placed a hoof on the cushion ahead of her as a token gesture, not truly touching him. “Please, Spikey; it would be quite safe with me. I promise that it will only be to sleep. If you have any concerns about this currently, we could say that you and I have been on a fair few dates prior to revealing our feelings. I have certainly asked you to lunch or dinner for aiding me in some matter or other, or at the end of your first dragon migration to celebrate your mature decision; which was also to celebrate that I had not lost you to those dragons either.”

Her confession seemed to garner his intrigue. Spike leaned in curiously, raising an eyebrow. “It was?” She chuckled and inclined her head in acknowledgement, appearing to remind her mate of something. “Well, you did seem to be more attentive while we were…together that time.”

“Yes, Spike. By the end of the migration, you appeared so glad to at long last be with other dragons that I thought that you would be better off without me; you wouldn’t have to fawn over a mare who could never love you or show too much affection and I would no longer need to worry about harming you. You would find a young dragoness to be with for the rest of your life and I would simply linger on.”

His reaction was immediate, clasping his hands about her hoof to alleviate what strife that he could. It drew her forlorn gaze to him and the look of guilt and determination brightened her smile. “I was so over the moon when you said that you would return that I nearly forgot that I was a vampire; I simply had to have you out to dinner.” The seamstress chuckled cutely, eliciting an adoring visage from Spike in the process. “Yet believe me, had you wished to stay with them, I would not have prevented you. It was your choice, Spike, as is this. You do not have to sleep with me if you wish to use the spare room.”

“No, Rarity, I would like to,” Spike responded swiftly, strengthening his hold. “How can I deny my lady’s wishes, or the wishes of a truly beautiful soul? Dragonesses couldn’t compete with you, Rarity; not ever.”

In answer, the proper lady giggled cutely. “Well answered, my dear. Are you already attempting to earn points with me prior to our little date?”

“I have to earn them where I can, right?”

“Well, you can relax a little about such things, darling. You already have my heart.” The purple dragon beamed gladly, a light tinge to his cheeks. “Shall we head to bed then, Spikey-Wikey?”

“Mmhm…my lovely Lady Rarity.”

The elegant mare giggled at his nickname for her. He wasn’t quite accustomed to this new routine, yet his nervous and honest behaviors were what she loved most about Spike. “Well, then, come along. I have a spare tooth brush in my bathroom that you may use for the night, Spike and then we can settle in.”

Spike dipped his head and stood, hopping from the lounge and holding a hand out to the vampiric unicorn to help her to the carpeted floor. She flicked her tail as she pushed herself to her hooves and smirked at him vivaciously. Glancing over her left shoulder at the dragon, draped in her vampire attire, Rarity placed her left hoof onto his palm.

He swallowed at the enticing spectacle, yet did not avert his emerald eyes as she gracefully stepped onto the floor before him, the red and black drapes behind her forelegs flowing.

With Rarity leading the way along the staircase, the two were swift to prepare themselves for slumber, the fashionista giving Spike a playful little nudge with her backside as they brushed their teeth within her bathroom. She slipped out of the dress afterward, to the amazement of her beloved and drew the sheets of her bed along the mattress with her sapphire aura, prior to sliding her lithesome form beneath the covers of the left side.

Ear frills and face properly burning now, Spike approached and lifted himself onto the mattress as well, settling his strong figure under the sheets beside her. Rarity was quick to make up their distance, giggling that despite his demeanor, her mate was also enjoying the closeness.

“Goodnight, Spike; I shall see you in the morning, my love.”

“Goodnight, Rarity. I love you,” he leaned toward the mare and kissed her on the lips. She fluttered her sapphire eyes shut to delight in the embrace, before he released her.

Resting their heads upon her lovely and purple feather pillows, Rarity snuggled close to Spike, hooves and clawed hands settled cheerfully at each other’s backs and with a touch of magic, she shut the lights in her room off.