A fateful day in Germany, months ago...

"You saw the way she looked at me non?" Francis asked, twirling a strand of hair in his fingers while Gilbert relaxed, halfway off the couch, his head almost touching the ground.

"Ja, she vas fickin begging for it, kesesese! I bet her pussy was drenched just looking at ju." He chuckled, excited at the thought.

"You flatter me, Gil! Are you wanting attention from me? How cute!" Francis cooed and reached in to hug his friend.

"Heh! Nein! Get your hands off me; I'm not in the mood for a man."

"Obviously. He's too busy thinking about someone's 'drenched pussy', right Francis?" Antonio teased from the couch across from them as he woke up from his first daily nap.

"Oui, maybe we should just call her now; we haven't been properly introduced to her yet," Francis grinned, lust in his eyes.

"I think she's at work; I can hear her on the phone near the office buildings," Antonio informed as he listened to the noises of the town.

Francis shrugged then looked down at Gil, who was still slowly sliding off the couch.

"Shame, I was just getting hungry too. Why don't zhe three—" he reached for Gilbert again, who this one flipped backward, avoiding Francis.

"Nein!" He protested, standing firm, arms crossed, as he glared at Francis.

"But Gil!"

"Nein, give up! The festival is still going on, vhy don't ve go pick up some medieval chicks instead." He grumbled, turning around to get himself ready in his room.

"'Ere I thought the days of picking up medieval women were centuries behind us."

"Pft—"

"It vasn't that funny, Toni." Gilbert rolled his eyes at the clear sign of the two's connection.

"Non?" Francis frowned.

"He just laughs at anything ju say."

"Oh, come on now, Gil, you were so relaxed a second ago talking about that cute girl in town, and now you're acting all tense."

"Because he's still thinking about pounding her, probably. Want some help, Gil?" Antonio winked flirtatiously, and he and Francis both gave Gilbert looks of playful lust, beckoning him to come play with them.

"Nein geez! Ugh, I'm grabbing my jacket vhen I'm leaving. You two can stay here." Gil glared and hurried up the stairs instead of giving in to them though their lure was strong even against older vampires like himself.

"Non, come back!" Francis reached his hand out, pleading like he was in a solar opera.

"Don't be so dramatic. I haven't even left the house."

As Gil dressed himself upstairs, needing to look like he belonged at the festival, Antonio sighed, remembering days of past.

"Hm. Wouldn't it be nice if the girls just came right to us, like they used to?"

"Zhey still do." Francis countered.

"Ci, but I mean like the old days when they'd flock to us. These days people can be such prudes. Judging people for having sex, really? Who cares if you fucked the neighbor? Good for you."

They both heard Gil cough upstairs, trying to disguise a laugh. He came back downstairs wearing plain clothes that only theoretically could belong at a medieval fair. Francis looked him up and down, judging his friend's taste in fashion.

"Vell, unless ve ask zhem too, no one comes right to the front door. Vhat could be a vittle off vhese days." Gilbert sighed.

"Hm, maybe. For a stranger to show up at our door like a Knight in shining armor of days gone by...it'd be like a fairy tale, how exciting!" Francis purred.

The three stiffened when they heard a knock at the door.

"Huh, did ju even hear someone coming up the driveway?" Gil looked at Francis in confusion, who shook his head. Gilbert walked towards Francis as Antonio got up to open the door.

"Maybe our Knight in shining armor is finally here to sweep us off our feet," Antonio joked.

He opened the door and looked back at the two with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Eh. Maybe not a Knight, but would a Princess do?"

"Huh, vhat does vhat mean?"

They listened to a woman's voice on the other side of the door.

"U-umm. Do Antonio, Gilbert, and/or Francis live here?"

"Yes, that's us. What is it you need." Antonio asked, looking a little concerned.

"Sex, please," Gil whispered under his breath, and Francis elbowed his side. They got up from the couch and walked up behind Antonio as the woman explained her reason for being there.

"Um...I don't even know f you can help, but my van broke down...I ran into a pothole. Someone in town sent me here; I didn't even ask if you could fix cars. I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time," she fumbled with her hands nervously.

Gilbert found this to be adorable and quickly made an appearance as soon as Antonio called to them, slightly startled they were already so close.

Antonio briefly explained to them what they'd already overheard, but it was all a necessary part of appearing more human; the little details could count for a lot.

Gilbert smiled and asked, "So, vhat's your name?"

"___," she answered; she reached her hand out for a handshake, "what's your name?"

"Gilbert," Gil grinned, thinking to himself she arrived by fate; he was just getting antsy for sex when she'd arrived out of the blue. Without her noticing, he licked his lips and chuckled to himself. He gave her a good look over; images of her naked body bent over ran wild in his mind. He loved how cute her lips looked, and her eyes looked bright and doe-like. Best of all, she was a virgin, her blood would taste amazing, and he delighted in the thought he'd be the first to make her squeal and squirm in the sheets.

Francis and Antonio could tell by looking at their friend that this one was his; his aura radiated desire as he shook her hand a little too hard, having trouble controlling his strength in a time of weakness.

Francis shot him a look, but Gilbert was too distracted, caught up in a lustful daydream as ___ shook Francis's hand as he introduced himself.

"Francis."

"Ravi de vous recontrer, François." She grinned, almost looking a little proud of herself.

Gilbert wondered if she was French, and that just drove his imagination a little more wild while Francis discreetly punched his friend's back to snap him out of it.

"Antonio, verdad?" She inquired, shaking Antonio's hand.

He brightened up instantly, not used to meeting someone who spoke such different languages. In Europe, it was common to meet bilinguals, especially in countries with multiple official languages or ones from bordering countries but hearing Spanish in Germany wasn't an extremely common occurrence.

"Si!" Antonio agreed with her, shaking her hand a little too much.

She seemed to look for a vehicle that would take the three to her broken-down van, so Gilbert pointed across the street where Francis's car was parked.

"Don't vorry, ve have a car. Ve just don't keep it in the driveway because ve have company often."

She nodded, not bothering to analyze or ask what he meant, and the three walked with her across the street and got into Francis's car.

Gilbert seemed happy, albeit slightly concerned the girl easily trusted them.

'Should this kid be traveling around when she gets into people's cars this easily?' He wondered but kept quiet about it and tried to familiarize himself with her, wanting her to warm up to his charms quickly so he could hurry and get her into bed.

Francis kept his eye on his friend, knowing Gil was holding back.

'A virgin's blood, it's been a while. Tonight should be fun,' Francis thought and grinned at his Hispanic mate, who nodded as if he'd read Francis's mind.

"Where are you from," Francis asked her.

"___," she said cheerily, and Francis nodded, smiling at memories of her home country he'd had in the past, "a very beautiful place. You speak English; then judging by your accent, it's your first language?" He guessed, and she nodded.

They continued to converse until they drove up to where she directed them.

Antonio held back a laugh as they saw clearly a man they knew well rifling through the van. Despite it getting dark, the girl seemed to see him very clearly and nearly broke the car door, opening it as quickly as she could. She dropped the radio she'd been holding and sprinted after the man holding up the skirt of her dress as she shouted at him in German.

The three quickly rushed out of the car and called after her.

"Hey! Want help!" Antonio asked in concern as the young woman tackled a man twice her size to the ground without knowing if he had a weapon on not.

She began to curse at him in German and looked like she was resisting the urge to pummel the man.

"Maybe she is a Knight; after all, I never met a Princess who tackled a thief to the ground and cursed him out." Antonio joked.

"Well, Princesses are very different these days," Gilbert mused, and Francis laughed along with them out of earshot of the girl.

"She's funny; I like her already." Gil grinned.

Antonio nodded, "I think she's going to be a fun one. What about you, Francis."

"She seems like a sweet girl, besides 'er timing was too perfect to ignore. Obviously, we were meant to meet."

"You really love that fairy tail stuff don't you?" Gil rolled his eyes, but Francis smiled sweetly and nodded.

As the girl marched the thief back to the van and to the trio, Gilbert chuckled and nudged Francis.

"I think your fairy tale is gonna be very veird if this is the Princess."

"Hm. No, I think she's the Knight; Francis already has the Princess role covered," Antonio teased, and Francis shot his friends a look as they laughed.

Gil looked at the small girl, back straight, hands on her hips, grinning in triumph.

Gilbert hid a blush as he laughed and stared at her proud little face, 'Shit, she's cute.'