After having too many “brownies” Edward and flora stare at the starry sky above. “Hey Flo, if a vampire drink a fae’s blood, would the fae becomes it thrall? Or the vampire becomes the fae servant due to having fae food without permission?” Flora gaze at her undead friend. “That’s kinky… and how my parents got married…” -- Anon Guest
[AN: One of my favoured quandries.]
Every species of Alfarell and its planar systems has its rules and weaknesses. Some more than others. For Dragons, it's flattery and compliments if not offerings for their hoards. For Elves, it is pandering to their vainglory or treating them with the same reverent fear wortyhy of other Faekindred. Harukh have to have their strength. D'varuv have to dig. Faeries have to obey the rules of hospitality.
There are made creatures, too. They also have their rules and weaknesses. A Hellkin is weak to simple kindness. Crowfolk must repeat what they have heard. And Vampire must enthrall any creature they drink from.
A haunted moor. A crumbling castle. A circle of mushrooms... and two creatures meant to destroy each other made something unexpected.
The twilands of Nanogh are almost a perfect hunting ground for Vampires. No sunlight to interrupt their affairs. And if water there runs, it runs on both feet. Or more, if it has them[1].
There, only the native stock can sleep safely. Unless the visitor is under Fae protection. Fortunately for Minerve, Vampires like them only need sleep when they're injured. They rest during daylight, but... as mentioned, Nanogh significantly lacks that.
Archfae, the highest ranking of the Faeries, are not the tinkly sparkly faeries most people think of. Seelie or Unseelie, they are fickle and vainglorious creatures, and wear their forms like most people wear clothes. Changing on a whim. Doing whatever they liked just because they could. This one was beautiful, apparently female, and slumbering on a bed of moss.
The perfect victim for a Vampire like Minerve.
Fangs flashed in the twilight. Blood flowed... and a conflict of laws jangled in the moment.
Power is very important to Fae and Vampires alike. In the moment, the Vampire Minerve had power over the Archfae Evendell because they had drank their blood. At the first swallow, the Archfae Evendell had power over the Vampire Minerve because they had consumed food from Faerieland without an invitation from the host.
Further to the conflict, neither could end the other and resolve the issue that way. Not that either of them didn't try.
Minerve, who felt it first, attempted to drain Evendell dry of every drop of blood. Alas, Archfae are deathless unless they end themselves, so there was no end of blood. No dryness to be had.
"Drink until you burst, Vampire," cooed Minerve. "There is no end of me that way. On the other hand, I will be glad to be rid of you, should you choose to perish by indulgence."
"You are my thrall," declared Minerve. "Obey me."
"You are my servant," ordered Evendell. "Obey me."
Neither could back down. Neither could wander far from the other, much though both wanted to. Much though they tried.
It took two centuries for them to give up and cohabit. Two thousand years to very reluctantly fall in love. The world is dreading to find out what horrors they could spawn together.
[1] Surprising nobody, the Realm of Magic is made of puns and wordplay.
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