Conversion:

It was the longest week of Patrick's existence. He was in charge of the funeral honors of his wife, (yes, since he had given her his blood to drink, she was no longer his fiancee but his wife) washing her inert body, covering her with a delicate white dress that they had chosen together and waiting.

The wait seemed eternal, felt overwhelming and maddening. When the seventh day after her death arrived and Kira didn’t wake up, he was overwhelmed by such a state of agony that he was paralyzed with terror for two hours.

I had screwed it up. She won’t wake up anymore. My beloved drunk very little blood, she won’t return to me.

—Patrick.
She was dead. He had killed her. Now he was doomed to exist forever without having his beloved in his arms ever again.
— Patrick!

The scream brought him out of his reverie. He turned his face and found her sitting on the bed, looking at him with a shocked expression.

—Did I fell asleep? What happened? - He heard her ask but still refused to believe what he saw.
Kira looked at the dress she was wearing, frowning.

— Was that it, I'm already...?

He didn't let her finish. He lunged at her and kissed her with all the desperation that had grown inside him during the fateful week of waiting.

—Never again!-he yelled.-I swear I'll never do anything like this again. By Buddha! A life sentence in Cockatoo is a thousand times preferable to this hell!

— Love, what...?

— Shh, no. Just kiss me, kiss me,kitty.

000

—I don't know how Cleo hasn't come to tear me off limb by limb with her own hands.- Patrick comments after much tinkling of bells and moans.

—Was it so terrible?- asks the new vampire.

— Terrible? This was the most hellish week of my existence!
Kira smiles against her husband's bare chest.

— Cleo doesn’t come to take revenge on you, because her three husbands keep her deliriously happy, she has no reason to waste time with you.

Patrick lets out a groan.

—This means you still like me. I thought that changing would make me smell different, plus you won't be able to drink from me, I thought...

— A bunch of nonsense. I don't like you kitty, I love you, do you understand? No, we vampires can't drink from each other, that makes us sick. It's gross and unnatural. And you have not lost your succulent smell, on the contrary, since your transformation was complete it has intensified.

Kira lifts her head and looks her husband in the eye.

— I didn't ask before but... What do I smell like, Patrick?

— Hmmm. You smell delicious, my tasty kitty.- he answered, burying his nose against her neck. – you smell like chocolate and pepper.

000
—I'm thirsty.- Kira protests.

—Oh, I have been a bad husband. I have allowed myself to be entertained by the happiness of our nuptials and I have not given you a drink, wait a minute.
Patrick disappears for a moment, Kira settles between the sheets,stretching her half-tight muscles from intense sexual activity.

By Aphrodite! Before I thought that sex with Patrick was rough and violent, I had no fucking idea! Now that I'm not so fragile anymore, fucking him is...bestial, he smacks of pleasure, I want more, as soon as I have a drink.

—Here.- Patrick says, offering her a glass full of warm, fresh blood.

The vampire frowned, sniffed the reddish liquid and found that contrary to what she had thought, it did not smell bad, rather it was appetizing. His mouth watered, he could feel his fangs elongating.

Kira took the glass and drank greedily, a fine drop trickled down the right corner of her lip.

—You look like a little girl. Look how dirty you’ve got.-Patrick laughed.

Kira pouted, her husband took the empty glass from her hands as he fused his mouth to hers, licking and tasting the blood that still stained her chin.

—Again, love?-gasped the vampiress, tangling her fingers in her husband's dark hair.

—Again.-he growled, crushing her against the mattress.