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Scarlet woke, as usual, as soon as the sun set. She stretched languidly and looked over at Vince.

"You're looking better, darling," she observed. "But a little anemic around the gills. Can I tempt you with a steak dinner?"

"Darling, you need iron and protein," Scarlet insisted. "Don't lie to me and tell me you're fine. You haven't eaten anything since...well, since before I turned you, and your body has burned through a lot of energy in the healing. You need nutrition. Now, we can either go get a nice steak dinner together at a swanky penthouse restaurant, or I can order the nurse to shove a feeding tube down your throat. Which do you prefer?"

Scarlet noticed the fangs. It made sense for his brief stint as a vampire to have physically changed him--possibly permanently. But if his teeth were different, what else could be changed...

"Then what are you craving, darling?" she asked, keeping her tone low and sultry.

"Well, the first thing that happened was that you mistook a banshee for a mortal. She's not going to be happy when she comes out of shock," Scarlet clicked her tongue critically. "The second thing that happened is that I've decided to take you hunting--far, far away from the human element, and before the good nurse wakes up. Come here and tell me all about your cravings while I get you ready for travel."

As she spoke, Scarlet pulled leather-padded shackles and chains from a cupboard and tested their strength. They held against her firm jerks without so much as a squeak of protest.

"We'll be hunting for elk or moose, I think," Scarlet said as she shackled his wrists together. "Lots of meat and blood."

She lovingly collared him and gave him a kiss as she locked the mechanism at the back of his neck. Then she used a heavy padlock to connect the wrist shackles to the chain attached to his collar. She wrapped the chain around his waist and secured it with another padlock.

"It's a long way out to where we can hunt, so I can't afford you loosing control," she added as she shackled his ankles together, hobbling him. Then she pulled out a large bandage and wrapped it around his head, covering his eyes. She stepped back to admire her work and licked her lips. "Darling, chains truly become you," she purred. "Now, I need to get you out of here before I devour you myself."

"Perhaps your right," Scarlet murmured. "Maybe I should make chains part of your uniform."

She shook her head to clear it. She was supposed to be the vampiress of irresistible sex appeal, but she was falling all over him like a newly turned fledgeling.

"We should get going." She hefted him over her shoulder and carried him up to the hospitals roof where a large black helicopter was waiting for them. She laid him on the back seat and sat on his chest to keep him down. The pilot and co-pilot both gave her a thumbs up and started the engines. Soon, they took off, heading north.

Scarlet could feel his muscles tensing under him and could smell him salivating. If she ever saw Seth again, she vowed that she would lock him in a room with his creation, and let him see first hand the side effects of the revival. Dead people were never meant to come back. It was a law of nature. One that the vampire race bent a bit, but they couldn't ever defy.

"Easy, darling," Scarlet cooed as she stroked his head. "Think of something other than your thirst."

Scarlet wriggled encouragingly against his hands.

"Ooh, my favourite topic--me!" she teased. "After the hunt, maybe we can find a secluded cave and we can play with these chains a bit more."