Thirdly

Fue saoco, saoco en el omelé And also: ....and I'm not even Cuban, which I believe the saoco flair hailed from, but don't quote me on that.

Very good guess! One of my first drafts probably had his mom knowing and protecting him in tangent. But this story changed a lot. In this one she was seeking retribution of sorts.

Shhh. Let them be happy for their 60 years.

Julius will be fine. I would actually make the argument that what the ancient guy with he mentality of a young teen really *needs* is companionship, which Sam is totally providing that for him.

Yeah, that kind of sacrifice, for Sam's whole lifetime (though intimacy could change and evolve with that much time) is quite the commitment. Julius kept surprising me to the very end.

And then Sam even banned him from using his enhanced abilities, too! Julius entertaining his rules like that speaks volumes.

They're doing fine. They're loads happier each than when we first met them. But, I like how no one read my warnings before diving into this one. No sex was slapped on there from the start. 🤣

I did warn that intimacy was different with these two. For anyone feeling down about the lack of sex in this one, go read Gender Bender in a Blue Blender or Ash's Marriage Trigger. 🤣

Ludwig and Caden are fine. Ludwig said so himself after wishing Julius and Sam well. And yes, this is the last bit for this one, though Luna will have more in store for us after her current challenging piece.

"Why do we have to do this?!" Julius complained while throwing the paintbrush into a bucket of light blue wall paint. After they had come back from the island ten months ago, Sam and Julius had initially stayed in the blond’s large modern mansion in Los Angeles, but apparently that wasn't good enough for the human. Because, for weeks, the human complained about literally everything in regards to the house. It's too big. I got lost on my way to the bathroom! Why do we even need ten bedrooms

Ah, sacrifices...

"Get the fuck off my island!" Caden demanded as he threw one of the large bags that were laying on the pier t in the direction of the large yacht before him. Julius, who was standing on the railing of the boat, easily caught it with one hand and yelled back that getting off the island was exactly what he was doing, followed by an array of colorful swearing directed towards the redhead. "Should we do something?" Sam asked the dark-haired vampire beside him, as he watched his master and the

Yes. 🤣 Kills me every time. That, and the initial "where the fuck is he?" Newborn Caden on a rampage.

"Where the fuck is he?!" Caden screamed as he barged into the cabin, scaring Sam half to death, and making him fall off the bed he had been laying on. The young man quickly got to his feet again to look at the redhead, who he hadn't seen ever since the night Julius had killed him ten weeks ago. He had figured that the guy might look different now that he was a vampire, but the changes in his appearance and aura still surprised him. Caden’s already pale skin had turned almost snow white. His

You know Luther looks kinda lonesome...👀

What, no. It's one of your first English poems. And it's still good. Leave it.

Thank you! Glad you liked it.

He has his reasons for being extra. Part one genetics, part two desperation.

Agreed. My friend Toma was the one who had originally breathed life into Adain as a character, so, it was a challenge to keep him consistent through and through (he gave Toma many laughs). I'm glad you enjoyed this one.

Grief is felt on different levels by everyone dealing with loss, and no one has the right to judge the processes of others.

Mark, the Haiku: I stole Sam's keys to run you over with a car but, you were redeemed

Well for me it still is, although it happened over a year ago. I always loved vampires, dressed up as a vampire on All Hollows Eve, yet I'd never thought they really existed. - Sky, is that you, buddy? Today I will tell you the story of what happened after I became a vampire. -Hold on let me get comfortable and grab some popcorn. Okay, go. The scent worked like a trigger pulse; it made me throw up all over the poor guy. The worst part of it all? The smell increased. I had vomited blood. - LMAO!! Buddy, how are you gonna survive? As a human I had hated blood, its smell, its taste, its sight; I was almost allergic to it. Now it looked like, as vampire, I was still allergic to it. - I’m crying, I’m laughing so hard. One of the high points in my whole miserable existence had been when my mouth suddenly filled with blood, and spitting it out I heard a distinct clunk clunk because my canines just landed in the bin. Shocked, I put my tongue into the gap and ouch, cut myself with the tips of the new shiny and fucking sharp vampire fangs that were already breaking out of my gums. - LMAO!! That was a high point?? Master sneered. "One week, if he isn't able to hold his blood by then, I'll put him down." -Jeez. It’s your own dang fault! Alexander climbed into the car, reached out, and Malik handed me over like a bundle of clothes. It was embarrassing. -LMAO! Every time I woke during our flight, Alexander had a small portion of icy cold blood and a mint ready for me. When we finally reached Berlin, I was already feeling better and, with Malik’s help, I could leave the plane on my own, albeit on wobbly feet.- That’s insane and hilarious that Sky had to go to such lengths as a vampire. "I'm all for sacrificing some more of the furniture Sky, if that makes you feel better. Over the years, the cleaning staff became quite proficient with bloodstains on the carpets. Still, you might want to listen to what your master has to say first before you try to kill him. It would be the polite thing to do," Alexander remarked dryly from behind his desk. - LMAO!!! As much as I like the view, Sky, it's too cold to sit like that on the windowsill. Come back to bed, I'll warm you up." - Aww~

Mark had dropped the bombshell. Sam was about to accept a job offer which would take him to the other side of the country. He would be away at least for a year if he took the job. - Mark trying to redeem himself. I’m still running you over with the car. Paul had to concentrate on driving. The roads were still in terrible condition, getting worse the closer he came to the lakeside. No time to think unwanted thoughts. - Exactly, get it together. You’re on a mission. "Yes, yes. Jeez!” Flinging the door open Sam breathed in sharply. "P-Paul." "Hey." Hey? What happened with sweeping him off his feet as soon as I see him? - LMAO!! Just in time, he remembered how Sam hated it when people trudged dirt through the house and hurriedly pulled off his boots before continuing into the kitchen. - Yeees! Just with that small detail, you’re already loads better than Mark for Sam hahahahaha. Paul went over to Sam. “And what would you have done if I hadn’t shown up today?” Sam looked at the bookshelves. “I would have emptied all the boxes, tidied up the house – because that calms me, too – cooked a fancy dinner… and asked you to come over to test it.” - Thank goodness!

On his way back inside, Sam suddenly stopped to bend down and free something that was wedged into the doorjamb. He held it out for Mark to see. It was the crushed flower head of a red rose. "Why did you have to come here? And you kissed me, asshole!" He slammed the rose on the table so hard the dishes jumped. - LMAO! Truer words… Sam probably deleted everything 'Mark'. "You've been smarter than me, then." He shrugged. - Bruh, you were the one that left his ass! "So there had been someone else. I wondered…" "Yes." "D-did you bring him home when I was at the conference?" "Yes." - Where are those car keys? Didn’t I say we should have run him over, Sam? Didn’t I? *rolls up sleeves*

After learning what Sam did for a living, he was the first person that came into my mind, who I could ask to help us setting it up. - Very clever. "The very sad story of how he had to throw out his cheating wife and now is ready to get comforted by you?" - LMAO!!! They stayed in each others arms for long minutes, until the incessant phone ringing annoyed Maya so much that she stormed into the office ready to yell at whoever was on the other side, client or not. - Hopefully that’s Sam there.