Kim Kitsuragi's Husband.

He couldn't believe he was doing this.

But..he's been leaning too much on his rough around the edges personality,and he figured Jerico would appreciate it. Hes been turned terribly mortal,yet his heart doesn't beat.

So,he asks..a friend of a friend. In a dark alley,with his eyes gleaming like blood diamonds. A not so subtle threat laced with his request.

The heavy doors creak loudly as Drifter opens them. His shoes and Jeris heels echoed through the room,hitting the polished marble. Jerico cant see, one hand pressed to her eyes carefully.

--'dere. -- he stooped,and pulled his hand away. -- Watchu think?

Jerico blinks,getting used to the lowlight. Before her there is a beautiful, yet run down,Victorian ballroom. Candles littered everywhere,just for aesthetics.

Cracked,ornate windows. Faint,ghastly music in the air that smelled of flowers. Maybe some of these candles were aromantic?

--It ain't no French district but-uh..-- He started,casually scratching the back of his neck-- I thought you'd love it.

Jerico was amazed. She is about to say something but then she noticed what Drifter was wearing. A full on,original looking 19th century suit,beautifully made. It fits him like a glove. He still has his newsboy cap but he looks well put together. Did the doorman get roped into this?

--Ah,this ol' ting? -- he teased.-- Has ta dig fo' it. 'Pparently nobody makes nineteenth century clothes anymo'

They laugh and rush up to kiss him,arms wrapped around his neck and standing on the tip of their toes. The vampire is gentle,hugging back and leaning down. His teeth brushes his lips and hes so careful with it

--I love it. Thank you,love-- jeri whispered,voice full of fondness and adorations. -- Look at you,so gorgeous.

Drifter laughed-- Have ya seen yerself, cher?. Enough to make a monster hungry.

He giggled and waved him off. He was wearing a gorgeous,turtleneck dress. Double leg slits,open back. Covered in sun motifs,orange,yellow and black. Matching with his heels. Long,ink colored nails. Red blood drop looking earrings on her lion ears that sway with the way they move.

--Ill take the compliment. --she laughed.

Drifter smirked,and did a small flourish, finding those old habits easy to reach for in that moment. Anything for the girl he loves.

He offers a clawed,gloved hand to him and says:

--Now Cher,woul' ya do dis ol' monster de honor of havin' a dance wit' you?

Jeri nodded,smiling. He takes his hand and is pulled into a waltz. She finds her footing quick,answering and returning Drifter's movements and the music grows louder,a beautiful mix of melody and whistling winds.

Darkness clings to the corners,candles swaying and casting odd shadows as the flame moved. Its cozy,yet scary.

She pressed his face to his chest. Breathing in the scent of light metal,and some sort of fine cologne.

Yeah. The doorman helped him out.

-- You probably had all the ladies and gentlemen back in the day.

The vampire chuckled,shaking his head-- Even if I did,id still pick ya. I wus a different man then,an' am now. Ah don' dwell on de past. Dere is nuthin' left fo me dere. But 'ere...well-- He brought one of her hands to his mouth-- I got anythin a mean ol' dog like me can want..

His lips pressed to their knuckles,a soft,tender kids that made a small sound. His lips closed like those of a content canine.

--Fair enough. -- jeri replies,pressing his forehead to his as best as he could-- I appreciate that you chose me. I know how tender this for you.

The vampire let out a soft "hm" agreeing with their words. But he holds them closer,like a child cuddling to his favorite teddy bear.

Danse Macabre floated in the air,there's a breeze that brushes against her arm,and there's low chatter joining the music. It makes their eyes flutter open.

Drifter was smirking and giggling to himself,he was waiting for him to see the best part yet.

A myriad of ghosts are all around them,shining a pale blue like moonlight and glinting like moonstone. Couples of all kinds dancing alongside them.

--Woah...-- she gasped. --how..what?

The vampire snickered-- Ah,easy my dear. Dis used to be a small,li'l clandestine place for anyone to dance wit' anyone. Wus 'ere once or twice. Figured you'd 'ppreciate it. We both get along wit' de disenfranchised...

Jerico smiles a little,grayish green eyes crinkling with mirth. --Yeah...this is perfect. Thank you. Thank you so much.

--Naw need ta thank me,Cherie. Jus' enjoy it. -- He replies,and holds them closer to keep dancing. Waltzing with the dark,somehow romantic music in the air,and the ghost that kept pace with them.

Drifter hadn't danced in a while now. But time and time again his lover has connected him to that humanity hes left buried,and the memories and skills he had then and has now.

No longer a killer,at least for tonight,as he lets his undead heart be held in the hands of this person who was kept him and his soul,or what remains of it,careful like a treasure,a holy thing.

To her,he was holy.

He'd protest,if he didn't know how much of a lover his partner was. How many times that love got through his thick head and old heart to nest like a bird in winter. And hes held that in secret,the most precious thing in his life.

So to have this moment of tenderness,to see her rest on his chest and dance with her in this perfect moment of peace.

He spins them,and brings him back to his chest as the ghostly band plays and plays,bringing joy to the dead and the living. Music, across all of time.

Drifter moves with a smoothness fit of a dancer,his quick reflexes help his steps to be enough to put any choreographer to shame. He lends his talents that were only used to hunt and kill to this very moment,to allow himself to take on the mask of a mortal man,something so human as this.

Jerico knows that this is huge for him,and merely keeps quiet on how romantic and thoughtful this was. Nobody loved like an immortal.

The first song of the night draws to a close,and the couple bows to each other.

--Another song is startin' soon-- Drifter said-- I suggest you eat sumn before it does. We have de whole night to ourselves,Darlin'.

Jeri snickered-- you thought of everything,huh?.

Drifter took off his hat and pressed it to his chest. His free hand grabbing theirs and pulling her close.

--What kinda gentleman woul' I be otherwise?-- He winked and brought her in for a kiss. Cap still pressed to his heart in a show of chivalry.-- We are havin a nice meal,dontcha worry.

Indeed. He thought of everything. As if hes seen every single vampire romance movie and followed each detail to the letter.

Jerico was a mess,bashful,overjoyed.

The food was delicious,she has no clue when or how it got here,but its great. The ghosts,unable to talk to her,are still great company. Drifter hears his beloved giggle and gossip even if there was no real means of communication.

He rolls his eyes,secretly endeared that hes being shown off. Him,a monster,a killer, shown off like the most eligible bachelor in this party.

As promised,all night is spent dancing in that beautifully haunted ballroom. Until the break of dawn when all the ghost fade back into the veil,and the candles are burnt to their ends.

Sneaking through blue shadows the pair returns just in time for daybreak,Drifter already hidden under the covers so the sunlight doesn't get him.

Hes still dressed in those historic clothes,now more ruffled since he had tried to take them off to no avail. He was too groggy to do much of anything.

Jerico lets herself enjoy the sight for a bit before he moves to see the sunrise from the fire escape of her room. She wished Drifter could see how gorgeous it is. The blood red of the sun turning into that bright yellow. It felt oddly fitting for them both.

When she turns to go to bed,she shakes off her heels and dress,undoing her hair and laying down with her big,scary monster of a boyfriend.

His hands grab his,and puts his arms around them,so he could hug her even in his almost literally dead state. Black out curtains would shield him from the sun all day.

Thank you. She whispers against his lips before kissing him.

If he was awake,he'd smile.