It took longer than he thought it would, at the very least, if he wasn't considering Albert Einstein's theory and the time he spent working was longer because he simply was bored doing it. Nevertheless he was finished now, finally, and his thoughts back to here and now. Back to his "servant" Sam that might already be asleep at the current moment. A smile of mischief went through his face but disappeared as soon as he halted in front of the ornate door, his hand curled around the bronze door knob. He then twisted and pushed the door open, saw Sam sleeping on his bed peacefully.

He almost fell to a loud laughter, that much peculiar was the sight he had in front of him. Did Saturn kick him out? - which should actually be a natural consequence after his bold actions, yet instead Saturn licked his lips full of perverted thoughts. After all there was a half-naked man in front of him, so why should he hold himself back to the feast offered? Only an impotent man would do nothing in this kind of situation. But after all, Saturn had principles and one of them was not to attack people in their sleep. He surely was the type to attack from the back, but he would never attack anyone in their sleep. Also-- he was kind of turned off seeing his (from his perspective) innocent face while he slept there peacefully, and thus ended up tolerating it.

For some sort of service in return, he took Sam in his embrace with Sam's head on his chest and made it so that there was body contact all over as he fell asleep unusually quickly in the manner. Like seeing for body warmth he held him tightly, withdrawing the thought that he was going soft on him.

Sam Keal

Sam breathed in and out softly as he slept. He felt someone touch him, but didn't wake up.
The room was surprisingly warm as well as the bed was surprisingly comfy. Sam dreamt about his family and
wished he could be with them again, but he knew he would have to get used to his life where he was.

The night passed on, and morning came. As the sun rose, so did Sam.
Sam awoke, seeing Saturn beside him. Saturn was holding him securely, and was sleeping.
'So he sleeps too?..' He thought unknowing if Vampires could sleep. Sam was however surprised how much at peace Saturn looked. His white hair strands were all over the bed and some ran onto Sam. Saturn's long eye lashes were closed and yet, his face was still composed. Sam couldn't help himself, he yearned to touch the defenseless man. His hand softly stretched up and caressed Saturn's pal cheek softly before resting on Saturn's chest.

Sam felt like he should be resisting, he felt as if he should run away, but instead he stayed put.
He quietly relaxed in Saturn's hold and didn't mind their bodies being so close. The cold Saturn that had touched him last night, was warm, and caring on the inside it seemed.

Saturn has never been a morning person. It was no different from the next day where he slept through, peacefully with the same straight facial expression yet a little different from his usual demeanour. No grimaces, no nightmares; his head was clear and he seemed to feel warmth that seemed foreign but nothing unpleasant - a new experience that he embraced. Around noon his eye lids fluttered open, not yet completely awakened as he smelt the sweet smell. Deliciously feeling his nostrils, inviting him. It was inevitable - still within his sleep, his grip that went down to cluth around Sam's arm tightened and his head wandered immediately down to his neck as his fangs showed for a mere second before it penetrated Sam's skin so deeply than the day before.

The pleasuring liquid started to wander into his mouth, forcefully, he sucked Sam's blood until he stopped abruptly, aware if he went any further than already there wouldn't be any blood left for Sam to survive. It was not awareness that made him back away - if anything it'd be a sudden, inexplicable impulse he had with reasoning he either didn't know, or didn't want to know about. "Get up." Was his simple demand as he slid down the bed and stood there in adequate manner, facing Sam with no kindness left on his face. "You should hurry and make me something to eat." Having said that, he turned away and headed for the door expecting Sam to follow.

In the manor there were several kitchen, no kidding there were days even weeks wherein the Vladimir children never passed each other even though they lived in the same place and pretty much only lived in that same manor without going out ever. There were others, servants appointed by their parents that filled the refrigerator and clean up the manor, servant who were lowly class of vampire that were not within Saturn's interest.

Anyways, after he left the library which door will automatically be closed after Sam had stepped out, he bended and went through the hallway of paintings of his anchestors that garnished their walls like a plague and curse. Clearly, they were not portrayed as nice and kind, to the contrary they appeared threatening, bloody and fierce - though they seemed to have a regal charisma that did not disappoint the noble blood of the Vladimir family.

Soon they arrived. Once again he opened the crested double door for Sam to enter, leading to a quite modest kitchen not too big and not too small - just perfect for a normal person to find comfort in. A smirk appeared on Sam's face as he finally turned back to face Sam and said to him in a threatening voice: "You better not disappoint."

Sam's eyes went wide as he saw Saturn's fangs coming for me. "W-Wait!" He pronounced, but it was of no use.
Sam grabbed at the bed sheets around him as Saturn's fangs dug into his skin, taking as much blood from him
as they pleased. Blood drops stained the blankets as Sam grabbed into Saturn's long hair.
'God, let it be over..' He thought feeling himself get dizzy. Not long after that thought Saturn stopped and stood up.
Sam grabbed his neck as Saturn said his simple command. 'Just like that?' He thought, but had to hurry and get up as Saturn
was on the move. He shoved his feelings of weariness away as he tried to keep up with Saturn.

'This house is so big do they even ever see each other?' He thought marveling at all the wood work and many rooms.
Upon reaching the kitchen Saturn looked at him with his command. 'Cook for him?' He thought.
Sam had cook for his family countless times, but he didn't know what to prepare for a vampire. He noticed a black apron
which he put on and washed his hands, as well as the left over blood on his neck.

He turned around, with a spatula in his hand. Be began grabbing and laying out various ingredients. He noticed various bottles.
The bottles had dark red liquid in them. 'Is this blood?' He thought wondering why it would be in the kitchen.
Sam finally put it together that they cook with it to make the meal tastier.
Although Sam was appalled he used it in his dish.

After not too long Sam had laid out on the counter a plate containing Ham and freshly cooked eggs. On a smaller plate there was
a garden salad, containing many vegetables and in a tall wine glass there was grape juice with blood mixed in.
"D-Done. Is this to your liking?" He asked praying he'd say yes.

Sam finally moved. Satisfied, Saturn sat down gracefully at the counter, gazing at the figure in front of him who just had started wearing the black apron which hung there probably unused for years. It seemed like he did not cook for the first time; his movements were definite and purposeful while still a little hesitant because of the new foreign place. It might actually be his confusions, too, Saturn couldn't care less. It wasn't like he had meal prepared for himself...

After awhile, Sam noticed the bottles which were stored in quite the obvious and easy to access place. He seemed to ponder whether or not he should use it, thinking that the food he made will be relished by Saturn. Well, actually Saturn knew that his words did cause the misunderstanding and the lack of Sam's knowledge about the vampire race may also be a factor, yet Saturn kept quiet. It wasn't like if humans ate that blood, they'll feel sick or anything. After all, it was pig blood. A stupid attempt to get the Vladimir family get used to drink pig blood rather than human blood - which of course, failed miserably. While pig blood was not necessarily disgusting, in comparison to human blood, they'd lose instantly. And for someone from the Vladimir familiy, high-quality food/blood was a must.

It took not too long for Sam to present Saturn something edible, though nothing as of Saturn's great interest. Saturn had enough eating blood and was in no mood to eat more; after all his order that Sam should make him food was because of another purpose that remained unsaid; for now. To his question, Saturn could only sneer. "Do you honestly believe that I will eat mortal's food?" The question was put like mockery. "It's not like you humans eat the litter of your cows, am I mistaken?" Then he pushed the plate in Sam's direction. "You're my food so don't die before I tell you so." With that he took the grape juice and took a sip. "For your information: It was only pig blood you put into your dish."

With that being said, he took out a book and began to read while drinking the grape juice Sam made.
He liked the taste - to his own surprise.

Sam nervously watched as Saturn looked at the plate. He seemed dissatisfied which caused Sam to get nervous.
Sam never heard of Vampires eating human food, so he thought it was weird but didn't dare question Saturn,
although now he wished he had. 'It was a trick question...' He thought a little mad at himself for not seeing it.

Sam sighed, "My apologies," He spoke, which was something he had barely done since he arrived. He took the plate and threw what he had prepared away. He figured they had maids to clean, but instead, washed the plate and various other kitchenware that he had used to make it. He glanced over watching Saturn take sips from the grape juice. He was happy Saturn was at least satisfied with that.

'So it was only pig blood...' He thought, very relieved he didn't actually cook with human blood. He continued washing the plates as he glanced around, taking note of the beautiful interior of the kitchen. He liked the color scheme, and even liked the dishes. He thought it was rather nice compared to what he figured a vampire's home would look like.
He also took into account how elegantly perfect Saturn always seemed to look. He stared at Saturn's book, wondering what he was reading. Sam remembered going to school, and reading books in the library. He remembered one of his friends would often get kicked out of the library for being too loud. That thought made him smile and laugh quietly to himself.