Uh Oh.... that's not good

The mansion was unusually quiet, the stillness settling over the sprawling halls like a heavy blanket. In their grand bedroom, Kikidori and Ere'ana lay sprawled across the silk sheets, boredom weighing heavily on them. The night's usual hunt had come and gone, leaving them both satiated, but restless.

Ere'ana stared at the ceiling, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the fabric of her nightgown. Kikidori lay beside her, his arm draped lazily over his forehead as he sighed. "You'd think immortality would come with better entertainment options."

Ere'ana turned her head slightly, her dark eyes meeting his. "You're the one who insists on living in the middle of nowhere."

"And you're the one who refuses to move to a city with decent nightlife," Kikidori shot back, though his tone was more playful than irritated.

A faint smirk tugged at Ere'ana's lips. "It's quieter here. Fewer prying eyes."

"And fewer distractions," Kikidori muttered, shifting to his side to face her. His gaze roamed over her face, lingering on the faint curve of her lips. "You know," he said after a moment, "we could always… find our own distraction."

Ere'ana arched a brow, though her smirk deepened. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?"

Kikidori's grin was wolfish as he leaned closer, his hand brushing against her hip. "I think you know."

Ere'ana let out a soft laugh, her fingers trailing up his arm. "You're incorrigible."

"And yet, you're not saying no," Kikidori murmured, his voice dropping to a low rumble.

Ere'ana didn't respond with words. Instead, she closed the distance between them, her lips capturing his in a kiss that was both fiery and commanding. Kikidori responded eagerly, pulling her closer as the tension between them ignited into something far more primal.

The sheets became a tangled mess as they gave in to their desires, the room filling with the sounds of their passion. Kikidori, ever the prepared one, reached for the small drawer beside the bed and retrieved his *precaution*. Ere'ana rolled her eyes at the gesture but didn't protest.

"Really?" she teased as he fumbled with it.

"Don't want any surprises," Kikidori replied with a smirk.

Their laughter soon dissolved into something deeper, their connection as powerful and consuming as their thirst for blood. For a time, the world outside their room ceased to exist, and they were lost in each other.

But as the moments stretched on and their passion subsided into soft breaths and stolen glances, Kikidori froze.

"What?" Ere'ana asked, her voice sharp as she noticed the shift in his demeanor.

Kikidori sat up slightly, holding the now-tattered remains of what should have been his barrier. He stared at it, his expression somewhere between disbelief and horror.

"There's a hole in it," he said flatly.

Ere'ana blinked, then propped herself up on one elbow to inspect the evidence. Her expression remained neutral for a long moment before she let out a sharp laugh.

"You can't be serious," she said, though the faintest hint of unease crept into her tone.

Kikidori ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. "I don't even know how that happened! I swear, it was fine before—"

Ere'ana held up a hand to silence him. "Relax. It's not like we're human. This isn't going to—" She paused, her words faltering as a thought crossed her mind.

Kikidori noticed the hesitation and narrowed his eyes. "What? What aren't you saying?"

Ere'ana sat up fully, her gaze distant. "It's rare," she said slowly, "but… it's not impossible."

"What's not impossible?" Kikidori demanded, though he already had a sinking feeling he knew the answer.

Ere'ana turned to him, her dark eyes uncharacteristically uncertain. "For vampires to… reproduce."

The room fell silent, the weight of her words settling over them like a storm cloud. Kikidori stared at her, his usual cocky demeanor completely gone.

"You're kidding," he said weakly.

Ere'ana shook her head. "It's rare," she repeated, as though trying to convince herself. "Almost unheard of. But it's not… impossible."

Kikidori fell back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered.

Ere'ana leaned back as well, her expression unreadable. "If this happens," she said after a long pause, "it changes everything."

Kikidori turned his head to look at her, his lips quirking into a faint, rueful smile. "Well, I guess we'll find out, won't we?"

Ere'ana didn't respond, her mind racing with possibilities she'd never considered. For once in their long, immortal lives, the future felt uncertain.

The End of Chapter Seven