Notes to reader:
I went with BDSM, but please note there is also a fantasy element. If Vampires turn you off, look away now!
You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green.
-X
Ana filled her lungs with icy air and smiled. The mountains were clear, fresh, and bright. Finally the snow had stopped and was already melting in the delayed spring sun.
She slogged carefully through the slushy mud, mainly because the boots were borrowed and she didn't want to accidently step out of them.
Opening the door to the barn she gasped and jumped, almost colliding with Lord Dragan who was about to step out, umbrella in hand.
"Whoa!"
"Sorry Ana," he steadied her with a strong hand.
She laughed it off and motioned at the umbrella. "What's that for? It's not raining."
"I left the sander in the other barn," Dragan grimaced. "It's a bit bright out here for me."
Ana's eyes widened with realization. She had often wondered why there were so many umbrella's in big pots at each doorway. Considering the vamps she was staying with rarely worried about the weather. Of course, it was sun protection.
She had learned they could move about in daylight, but burnt very easily and were not comfortable in bright light.
"Stay here, I'll go grab it," she smiled and clattered around to the other barn. Spotting the sander and bringing it back to Dragan, finding him smoothing his hands over one of the library tables with a look of lazy pleasure on his face.
The table was older than Eugen, and one of his favourites. Lord Dragan had broken it while fucking Eugen's partner, Camil, rather robustly a few days ago.
Despite the fact that Lord Dragan had gifted the castle and all the contents to Eugen around four hundred years ago, he had apologized profusely, even while they were healing the trembling, exhausted, blood soaked Camil, and promised to fix the table.
"Thank you," Dragan caught her look and flushed slightly. "Working with wood was always my first love. I so rarely get the opportunity."
"Probably broke it on purpose," Ana accused with a wink and grinned as his deep, glorious laugh rolled out. "But why are you working in here and not the wood shed?"
"Wanted the company," he nodded his head towards the other end of the barn where an assortment of animals were watching his every move. "And they keep it warmer. I'll do the varnishing in the other shed though."
Ana nodded, "I'm going to feed the babies." She gleefully made her way to the warmer end and began by dishing out nose rubs, kisses, and hugs before making up some formula and climbing into the young cow's pen.
You had to start with Hazel, or she would get very cross.
Indeed, Ana was head bumped across the pen to the hay bale where she sat and immediately offered the teat to the bossy little cow, nearly getting the thing yanked out of her grip.
"Calm down, greedy. You can't be that hungry."
"Oh, she's near starving," Camil grinned over the fence before wheeling a barrow over to the opposite pen.
Emil vaulted into her pen and leaned down for a kiss, "Morning, my love. Missed you."
"You saw me less than twenty minutes ago!"
"That's a lifetime in vampire years." He kissed her again, gave Hazel a friendly slap on her rump and vaulted back over the fence.
The morning passed quickly into afternoon, as the barn was cleaned and the animals fed and watered, before they all trapsed back to the kitchen for lunch.
It was almost mid afternoon when Ana was sent for a nap, with the promise of a dusk walk.
She went happily. The vampires kept quite regular hours. They had to, as the animals could not wait to be fed, watered, and, in the case of the goats, milked.
But they didn't need as much sleep as she did, and often stayed up very late at night.
Ana had found that catching up on her sleep with a nap was working very well. Although all four vamps watched her like over protective mother hens.
She had shown some early signs of new-donor-anorexia, and her eat, sleep, activity routine was now being monitored so closely, it was like having a team of personal well-being trainers.
Around half past four she wandered into the kitchen and was immediately hustled into a cosy jacket before being handed a warm pastry and a flask. The kitchen smelt divine.
"It's much colder now," Emil told her as he shrugged on his own coat.
She noticed Camil was also dressed for outside. "Are you coming with us?"
"Yep, dinner can just simmer so I'm going to skip out. Eugen and Lord Dragan are dealing with the horses this evening."
They pulled the door closed behind them and Ana handed the flask to Emil so she could link her arms through both of theirs, after shoving in the last bit of pastry. "You deserve a night off," she told Camil, when she had swallowed.
He pulled a face. "Not the whole night, I hope."
Ana chuckled. Vampires really were insatiable.
-X
A few hours later they were all enjoying coffee and the library fire, after a long lazy dinner.
"I fancy a game of darts," Dragan announced suddenly to the room. "Emil, are you willing?"
Before Emil could answer, Camil gave a little yip and scampered over to Lord Dragan, scrambling onto his knee and bouncing with excitement, and a big grin. The grin was replaced with a scowl when Dragan eyed him with amusement.
"I thought to use Emil, he needs to spread his submissive wings. But you can play. I seem to remember your aim is dire."
"But I wanna be the dartboard," Camil whined.
"Next time," Dragan promised and patted his head, rolling his eyes at Eugen. "Look how cute he is with that pout!"
There was a sudden blur of speed and a tearing sound. Everyone looked towards Camil, who was perched back on Dragan's knee with a smug smile.
Dragan stared at him in shock.
"My Lord?" Eugen leaned forward. "What was that?"
Dragan looked down at his ripped sleeve and bared shoulder. "He nipped me," he said, his face astounded.
"Nipped? What?" Eugen was horrified.
Even as they all watched a small bead of blood welled from the tiny wound.
Camil, his eyes on Dragan's, leaned in slowly and gently licked it healed, before dabbing a soft 'kiss it better' to Dragan's shoulder. Then he sat back again looking all sorts of wicked and innocent.
Eugen looked terrified as Dragan made some sort of shocked choking noise. Ana was delighted to realize he was trying not to laugh.
Then his hand came out and gripped Camil around the throat. Camil wasn't choking, but was firmly held and could only mewl in excited terror and happiness.
