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Some call him a monster, but I know better.

He is my master, my lord, and my love.

As I lie here with him, so close to him,

I am aloud a moment of peace.

I am able to gently, ever so gently,

trace the features of his visage.

His is not sleeping, but he is not awake.

He gives me this moment to view his glory.

I run a hand over his beautiful dark hair, and he allows me.

It is so much to hold back my passion, to restrain my love.

His eyes flutter open, but for only a moment.

But in this moment he spares me a glance,

To let me know that I am allowed to touch him,

And that I am allowed to be weak.

I slowly edge closer, until I lay with one arm draped over his

strong chest.

He in turn places one arm around my shoulders.

Even in this quiet state I can feel his ever present power.

And I am at peace.

I am at peace being his bride, his Aleera.

And his is my Master, my Lord, my Love.

My Dracula.

And I find that this,

This is our Perfect Moment.