The sound of Ishmael's laughter send a little thrill down Montys spine. "Don't let them hear you say that. They'll sulk at me for days," Monty teasingly admonished. Ishmael's words were nice to hear but he could not help wonder about the truth of them.

Ishmael wanted him. But for how long?

A soft moan escaped him as Ishmaels fangs raked at his skin. He supposed that was one positive - if he was turned, he wouldn't be able to provide sustenance when Ishmael needed it. He didn't do so often as it was.