A hybrid comes to have the blood of one. (Male needed, vampire/werewolf hybrid 1x1)

[No_such_thing]

He stared after her for a moment, watching as she dragged her friend back to her car. It looked rather insignificant parked next to the Bugatti Veyron and he let himself smile for a moment at his own ego, before turning his back and going back inside the house.

Once he'd closed and locked the door he took his phone out, this time to actually make some calls. He dialed a number and put it to his ear. It rang twice before it was picked up, a deep, melodious voice answering. "Valetta."

"It's me, I found her, don't ask any questions but she's the one, it can't be anyone else. You should come right here, I can't discuss anything else on the phone. Bring some friends."

He hung up, Henry knew where he was, he'd been searching for Emma on the other side of the country, the files had not been entirely accurate, mentioning a few places where she, or indeed he, they hadn't been specific on that either, could turn up. They'd split up, Henry going one way, Sean to Europe, and Dimitri here, it was mere happenstance that Dimitri had been the one to find her.

He made two other calls, one to Sean, who'd been travelling with a pack in Italy, he said he'd be right there, promising to bring one or two of the pack members who were more open minded. That would be good, the more people he could get together the more secure they would be.

His last call was placed to Valia. It was her mansion and she was one of the few vampires in the hierarchy he trusted. He Gave her a brief overview of what was going on, deliberately avoiding any specific details in case the line was tapped. She replied equally as vaguely, but he got the sense her interest was piqued, he wouldn't be surprised if she turned up in the next few days. Although that could make things a little awkward, he was trying to earn Emma's trust and an old lover appearing probably wouldn't help, he'd have to dissuade her from her usual advances as soon as he possibly could.

 

[TieMeTightly]

"I don't understand why you neglected to tell me how much of a charmer he was, not to mention the fact that he's completely into you." Charlotte was actually visibly jealous of her friend, though Emma's mind seemed completely elsewhere at the moment. "Are you listening to me?

They were already back on the road, her eyes staring out the window in an attempt to keep her focus off of her promise to get drinks with Dimitri, though when Charlotte spoke to her she couldn't help but to look up at her, forcing a smile.

"So…we'll go back to my place and get the invitations written up..and we'll send them out tomorrow. If you get the cleaning crew in tomorrow we can definitely have the place done up by the end of the week…" She paused, shrugging somewhat. "You'll also have to go dress shopping with me..I know that's such a bother for you."

Charlotte lit up at the mention of dress shopping, nodding immediately.

"That. Sounds. Amazing. Oh my gosh I can't believe that you managed to get this all sorted in a day? And you just met the guy!"

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. They booked everything that needed to be booked, knowing that in only a few short days, Dimitri's home would be completely transformed, bustling with people as opposed to how empty it was now.

With the two of them, it actually took a lot less time than she thought it would to get the invitations written out. Emma left only when she remembered that she said she would meet Dimitri for drinks, checking the time on her phone before heading out. It had already been a long day, but she still didn't really believe what she saw earlier and wanted to get a handle on it.

Again the bar was full, which wasn't really surprising seeing as it was the only bar in the place, and Emma easily found a table for herself in the corner, fingers toying with a lock of hair as she waited for him to show up.

 

[No_such_thing]

He was running late, he'd gotten distracted checking the rest of the house and setting up more security and by the time he'd looked at his watch it was already late. "Shit."

This would not look good, enlisting a girl to help him with a house warming, expressing an obvious interest in her, then not turning up. It might jeopardize the whole thing. He double checked his watch, it was ok, he had time. If he hurried he good get there in time. He dashed downstairs, nearly slamming the front door open but stopping himself as he realised he'd probably knock it off it's hinges. That would be an interesting thing to explain to the cleaning company.

He dived into the Bugatti, fast he may be, but even he couldn't outrun a 250mph car and he slewed it round in a great circle before blasting it off down the drive. He could feel the G forces ripping at his skin as he skidded out onto the main road, narrowly avoiding another car, his reflexes the only thing that stopped what was currently a fireball-in-waiting from becoming a raging inferno. He knew that there would be no parking at the bar, near the town center so he parked further out. He'd have to move at a brisk walk, he didn't want to attract undue attention.
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he was only about five minutes from the bar now, he could smell the concentration of humans, smell their energy, their sweat, the alcohol. Then another scent hit his nose at about the same time as it's owner hit him. He'd been focusing too much on the possibility of being late to notice the vampire coming at him until it was too late. He spun through the air, almost lazily, before smashing through the wall of a warehouse with a dull crack and a shower of broken masonry.

There was a vampire above him now. "We're gonna make you pay for what you did to Seth."

Another two vampires joined him, all tall, pale and dressed in long black coats. They looked like something out of the matrix. He almost laughed, then realised what they were talking about. Seth must have been the one he'd killed last night. One of them must have recognised him from the bar and decided they'd take revenge. He was relieved, he'd thought for a moment they'd been council agents, they might have been more of a problem. As it was, these three would still delay him more than he needed.

He smiled in the first vampire's face, baring his fangs, his eyes filming over with black as he tapped into his full powers. "Oh no, I'm not going to pay..."

He grabbed the crouched vampire by the lapels of his coat and threw him across the floor, he hit a steel supporting pillar and there was a brutal crack. Something had gone, in either the vampire or the building. He punched his arms back, pushing himself up from the floor as the other vampires attacked in unison.

He ducked one's attack, tripping him up and sending him tumbling while he seized the other by the throat. He tried to punch Dimitri but the hybrid just smiled, roaring in anger as he took hold of the vampire's shoulders and ripped him in half...

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma found herself staring at the clock on her phone, actually looking back and forth between her phone and the clock hanging on the wall as though to make sure that it was right, or maybe just trying to find something to do.

He was already late and really she didn't have any patience for it at this point. He had miraculously ended up in a room across the hall from the room he had been in and while she did really, really want to ask him about that, she really was in no mood to have someone notice that she'd been stood up, especially by someone that she didn't even know if he was worth her time or not.

She rose from the chair, completely unaware that he was only minutes away from the bar and in a fight that was partially her fault, but didn't really seem to care about asking why he hadn't shown.

Instead she brought up Charlotte's name, her fingers working angrily as she texted her.

-Well that was a bust, he's late..and seeing as he drives the fastest car in the whole freaking world, I'm not waiting. He doesn't really have friends so why is he late? Anyway. Heading home.-

As walking didn't really do her good before, she enlisted a cab to drive her the short distance to her house, climbing in easily and letting the door slam shut.

As much as she didn't want to sulk about the fact that he didn't show, Emma found herself almost pouting as she opened her front door, tossing her keys on the side table in the hall and shutting the door behind herself, nearly plopping down onto the sofa in the living room.

Her phone buzzed and she lifted it easily, smiling as she read the text from her friend.

-Forgot to tell you he came over here to hang out with me instead. Just kidding. He's an idiot.-

 

[No_such_thing]

The third vampire stared in shock at the bloody mess Dimitri had just made of his friend. But the first was standing again, his arm hanging weakly by his side, bone protruding from the skin. But he was too far gone now to stop and thinking that they still had the numerical advantage his friend joined him, pulling a crude stake from his coat.

The injured vampire charged first and Dimitri sidestepped, reaching out to land an almighty backhand slap across the side of his head, sending him cartwheeling off course. But not before his fist had connected with Dimitri's shoulder, spinning him around as the third came at him. He struggled to regain his balance, triumph flashing in his opponents eyes as he raised the stake and brought it down.

Dimitri caught it, giving up his fight for balance and a better position to halt the stake's progress. Even so, the momentum meant that he hit the floor, hard, a crack extending from behind his head. They struggled for a moment, the younger vampire trying to force the stake down and into Dimitri's heart while Dimitri desperately pushed back, twisting it this way and that in an effort to preserve his own life.

He took the risk, grunting, he let go of the stake and kicked the vampires legs from under him. He dropped the stake, recoiling in pain, then realizing what he had done, rolling over in an effort to get up. It was too late. Dimitri had caught the stake and whipping it round drove it into his opponents chest. The fight went out of his body and the energy from his eyes as he collapsed with a surprisingly gentle sigh.

Only one left now. The first vampire who had attacked was the last one to die, struggling to stand, pain evident on his shining face. He only had the chance to open his mouth in shock as Dimitri ripped his throat out with his teeth, the body falling backwards without a sound to lie in a brutalised heap.
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Shit, she was gone, he couldn't find her in the bar but a lingering scent told him she'd been here just recently. He ignored the strange looks he was getting, the vampires had to have known the circumstances of Seth's death and he wouldn't have been surprised if one of them had gone after Emma. The only problem was she was utterly defenseless and he couldn't take the risk that one of them had gone after her.

He pushed his way to the bar, getting the bartenders attention. More from his blood streaked and disheveled appearance than anything else. "Are you ok man?"

He batted the question away, "where's Emma? When did she leave, where'd she go?"

His terrifying appearance and the obvious concern in his voice put paid to any jokes the guy might have had, instead gabbling out a reply about how she'd got a taxi. Without waiting Dimitri pushed his way out of the bar, taking a moment to fix her address in his head. It would take too long to get the car, he only hoped he wasn't overreacting, or worse, too late...

 

[TieMeTightly]

The doorbell rang and Emma actually believed that it was Dimitri to apologize. She rose from the couch and wandered to the front door. The upper half of the door was made of glass and despite the fact that she didn't see anyone there she opened it, frowning upon seeing no one on the deck.

She stepped out, past the threshold of the front door, her cell phone in hand. Lifting her free hand she flicked on the light switch to illuminate the porch, flinching at the sound of a man's voice behind her.

"You should be dead. Seth is dead,..so it really just makes sense that you would be dead, too."

A cold hand reached out and and faster than she could imagine she was against the wall outside her house, fingers squeezing at her neck. The phone had been dropped as she was spun around, her lips parting in an attempt to breathe as she came face to face with another vampire.

The difference between last night and tonight was that since the attack and remembering that it was a vampire who had actually gotten to her, she wasn't unarmed anymore.

Emma heard her own cry as fangs found her neck, those same fangs recoiling just as quickly, the man in front of her pulling back far enough to stare at her with wide eyes, curiosity and confusion plainly seen on his face. "You?

Her neck was throbbing as she stared at him, the question making no sense, though she did take the few moments that the vampire was stunned and used them to her own advantage, letting her arm drop to her side, a thin sharpened piece of wood sliding down her sleeve and into her hand. She wasted no time in thrusting it into the man's heart in front of her.

The colour left his face within seconds, the veins seeming to dry out right before her eyes, slightly raised beneath his skin. His grip loosened before he fell and as he slumped to the floor of the deck she inhaled sharply, struggling to fill her lungs, seeming to have forgotten that her neck was bleeding as well.

 

[No_such_thing]

He arrived in time to see the vampire fall, and to catch the scent of her blood, now fully freed from her veins as a dark wave of blood flowed down from the marks on her neck. It hit him like a brick wall and he stumbled, the issue being that he was still travelling at far greater than human speeds so when he did he thundered into the ground with bone shattering force.

He lay on the road for a half second, before clambering to his feet. She'd staked, him. Smart girl, he hadn't even noticed her carrying one at the manor. She was more resourceful than he'd given her credit for, he really had to stop underestimating her, one of these days it was going to cost him something. Although he hoped she hadn't heard, or seen him arrive or he would be the next one she tried staking. What was puzzling was the way the vampire had her, she was helpless, but he had pulled back, to ask one, shocked, puzzled question, "you?" What was she, what had he known, why did some punk gang vampire know something that Dimitri couldn't find in the vampire's archives. This mystery was simply getting deeper and darker with every passing minute.

If he was lucky then she would have been too shocked by her close encounter to notice his rough arrival, but he knew better than to count on luck. He hadn't gotten this far in life, lived to be so old by relying on good fortune. He'd received his far share of good fortune it was true, sometimes it had saved his life, but he'd learned not to rely on it, it was fickle, and could lead to your death as easily as it could preserve your life.

Back on his feet now, he ran up, making sure to announce his presence loudly as he pushed through the garden gate. "Emma? Emma? I'm so sorry, are you ok?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma barely noticed him as she lifted her hand to her neck, her eyes locked on the very..very dead creature on her front porch. She only caught the tail end of what he was saying, finding it hard to tear her eyes away from the man on the ground. She managed to do that, however, blue eyes wide as though she didn't want him to know what happened in the town, what people seemed to be completely oblivious about.

For some strange reason, she thought that she was protecting him by not telling him about the things that she had seen earlier, and now here he was. She didn't even seem to notice that he was disheveled, leaning back against the wall wholly for support.

"I..I'm bleeding a little.."

She felt light-headed, placing a bloodied hand on the wall before pushing off of it, walking back into her house. Her legs were trembling, having to again put pressure on her neck while at the same time trying to remember that there was someone else there now, a guest of sorts - that she had to tend to.

"You..you can come in..I..think I owe you an explanation.." Mostly of what had really happened the night before, and the fact that she'd known about the vampires. Funny how she felt that she was the one who had to explain things.

 

[No_such_thing]

She went into the house, leaving one bloody, hand print on the wall behind the door. He gulped, trying not to breathe through his nose, almost staggering as he tried to ignore the nagging temptation to drink from her. He put a hand out to steady himself, and it slid right through her own hand print. He looked at his hand in horror, nearly choking in the temptation. No!

He shook his hand, trying to ignore the warm sensation of blood on his hands, literally. To smell it was bad enough, if he tasted it he would drink, he had no doubt and nothing stopping him. He followed her inside. Blinking hard, trying to clear visions of blood from his mind he stumbled into the hall. Feeling his way along the wall as though blind despite the benefits granted by his natural senses.

An explanation? He wasn't thinking straight, what kind of an explanation. He didn't follow her into the room, staying in the corridor, scared to get too close. "No, look after yourself, bandage your neck, then explain."

He was more concerned for his own reaction than her wellbeing, if she didn't cover that cut soon he didn't know what he'd do. He only knew he couldn't guarantee her survival.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She was already in the kitchen by the time he had managed to make it through the doorway, using a towel in order to wipe some of the blood off of herself, enough to figure out if it was still bleeding or if it had stopped from the pressure she'd put on it.

"No, look after yourself, bandage your neck, then explain."

"I'm trying!"

Her other hand went to the medicine cabinet, grabbing the first aid kit before moving out of the kitchen, crossing to the mirror in the hallway before setting the kit down and opening it, rummaging through in an attempt to find bandages to cover it.

Emma stopped suddenly, clutching a bandage in one hand while the other still held her neck.

"Tell me something, Dimitri…why…why are you not concerned at all with an explanation..any..normal person would be asking why I have two freaking bite marks in my neck."

She was trying to remain calm, opening the bandage and pressing it to her neck before putting two pieces of tape over it to secure it in place. It didn't really help matters that her skin still had blood everywhere, though she seemed less concerned.

"Unless you've seen this before."

 

[No_such_thing]

"Unless you've seen this before."

He had to admit there was some humour in the situation, there she was, blood pouring down her neck, the second time in two nights she'd been attacked by a vampire. He looked no better, a long jagged tear down his shirt, spattered with blood and no doubt body parts that were better off inside the body. And all she could ask was why he wasn't asking about the bite marks.

The scent of blood was still rolling off her in waves, and when her suspicions became clear it tipped him over the edge. He advanced into the room, his fangs extending with a menacing slide that spoke of death, the night, every predator that had walked the earth and every predator that man had ever feared, cowering around the fire at night. It was the very fear of the darkness carried in that sound, that animalistic fear at the base of every human soul.

His eyes began to cloud over with black as he felt the beast taking over. He was going to take her, drink from her. Drain her dry, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma watched him carefully - already beginning to retreat herself. The problem that she was finding was the simple fact that there really weren't many doors in the house. There were no doors into the living room or kitchen, the open plan serving well to be…well…open.

It was when she saw his fangs that her heart began hammering louder in her chest, using her hand in an attempt to keep herself from falling over furniture as she backed through the room until she was again in the kitchen. Not like there was anything helpful in there, everything pointy was made out of stainless steel. Not wood.

"Fuck!"

It's not like there was anywhere for her to go, pulling a large knife from the block on the counter, holding it out as though that would defend her. Her back pressed against the wall, eyes scanning the room cautiously in an attempt to find some sort of escape route.

 

[No_such_thing]

He stopped as the knife pressed against his skin. Contrary to popular belief it wasn't just wood that could put a vampire down, anything sharp enough could manage it, though it would necessitate the complete destruction of the heart. It's why stakes were pretty much one use weapons, take them out too soon and there was a chance that the vampire, if they were old enough, might still heal or be healed. It was the same with knives and the like, if it wasn't taken out then it would prevent the vampire from rising again.

But it wasn't just his survival instinct, the touch of cold steel had woken him from his trance. He snapped a hand up, slapping the knife from her grasp, it impaled itself in the ceiling above. It wasn't as though she'd expected to be able to hurt him with it. "Look, Emma, this is bigger than you. I'm not here to kill you so don't worry."

The question was, whether she would believe him or not, the smell of blood was still heavy in his nostrils and he backed away. Partly to make her feel less threatened and partly to remove himself from the source of the scent. Not that it helped.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma was trembling as she stood against the wall, her hand shaking as she held the knife out in front of her for some sad form of protection. He was close to her quickly, the tip of the knife pressing against his chest before he even paused in his movements, though the flash of his hand in front of her made her tense, not really having a second to stop him as the knife flew from her hand to the ceiling, lifting her head in order to see where it landed.

"Look, Emma, this is bigger than you. I'm not here to kill you so don't worry."

"N..not here to kill me.."

Terrified was an understatement. He wasn't as close anymore, but she could see the hunger burning in his eyes.

"Why?"

It was a loaded question. She was hurt at the simple fact that all of this since she'd met him had been a rouse - planning this housewarming, going to his house. She'd even brought Charlotte in front of him and put her life in danger.

"What do you want from me!"

 

[No_such_thing]

"Why? I don't know."

He shook his head in frustration.

"What? That's even more clouded."

He could feel the hurt and anger in her words and almost flinched at the impact of the question. It was true, he didn't really know why he was here, though his own motives he was going to keep to himself he felt perhaps he should explain things a little more.

"Vampires are far more widespread than you could even imagine, and they're ruled over by a Council. That Council is looking for something, someone. You."

He chuckled to himself, trying to distance his mind from the hungers of his body. "I'm not... popular with the council, I had to find out what they were after, I found where they were looking, then I found you."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma realized quickly that she didn't really want to hear the explanation. She didn't want to hear that there were more vampires than she knew possible, or that there was a council that was more dangerous than them….or that they had been looking for her. It was too much all at once, and she wasn't really sure that she could handle all of the information that he was giving her.

Still she was standing pressed against the wall. Her neck ached and her heartbeat pounded in her own ears, making it difficult to concentrate on much of anything at the moment except the fact that she'd been bitten once - and that he had come after her with full intentions so bite her as well.

"And this…ball…do you really…believe that I'm going to come now? I…I'm going to stay as far away from you as possible do you understand that?"

 

[No_such_thing]

"And this…ball…do you really…believe that I'm going to come now? I…I'm going to stay as far away from you as possible do you understand that?"

He did laugh now, but not with any real humour, it was dark and threatening, menacing even.

"That's not what you should be worried about, what's funny, is that you ever thought you had a choice at all."

She couldn't escape now, he was too close, too fast. Dimitri reached out and caressed her cheek and neck. His breath hot on her skin. He leaned forward and kissed her, just a little, his tongue teasingly pressing against her lips. The sudden physical contact shocking her into dropping her guard for a crucial half second. He impressed his mind onto hers, it had taken him centuries to learn this trick, but with enough power a vampire could influence the thoughts of others. Vampire's were naturally magical creatures, though few enough learned to develop those powers and they were more often than not concerned with their prey, their progenitors. The genetic link between humans and vampires gave a connection that, to his knowledge, only vampires could exploit. While he could not entirely eradicate the events of tonight from her mind, he could certainly make sure that they were locked away somewhere. It would never work on a vampire, or any other true non-human. But humans had always been so impressionable, so eager to be told what to do that this was merely a continuation of evolution.

He stepped back a little, mentally, he had no idea how long it would hold on her, long enough he hoped to bring her round to his way of thinking. As it was he had had to resort to more subtleties, she would have this nagging feeling about it, he could change that, but this way it meant that the bind he'd placed on her thoughts would last longer.

 

[TieMeTightly]

As he laughed she found herself tensing, again looking for some means of escape.

"That's not what you should be worried about, what's funny, is that you ever thought you had a choice at all."

She didn't understand the words, and all too quickly he was in front of her again, the closeness causing her to lift her hands both in protest as well as to keep up some sort of barrier between them, pushing against his chest with all of her might, realizing quickly that he was an immovable force if he wanted to be..and he wanted to be.

The touch was gentle and she stared up at him in confusion, blue eyes wide as his lips touched hers.

Her heart began to race as a heavy cloud seemed to rest on her mind, searching for the newest memory. She could feel something inside of her head,..and she could feel herself unable to stop what was happening. It wasn't until he pulled back out of her head that she found herself..confused to why he was standing there,..confused that his shirt was torn and he looked god-awful..and the fact that she could feel the throb of the bite on her neck didn't seem to help matters.

But there he was, so close to her that she could practically feel the electricity between them, realizing that her fingers were clutching his shirt as though for dear life.

"..Dimitri?"

 

[No_such_thing]

He blinked, hard. His mind, dazed and hazy on it's return to it's normal state, refused to clear idle snatches of thought moving in and out of it as his thoughts gradually crystalised into comprehensible forms.

"..Dimitri?"

He became aware of a sharp tugging at his shirt. Emma was standing, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his clothes. Energy crackling between them, and not just as an aftermath of his rooting around inside her mind. There was no denying it, it hadn't been subtle, he had never been one for mind games and the veil he'd drawn over her memories would be obvious to even the most basic of magic users.

"Emma, are you ok? That guy was a psycho, tried to stab you, you were just kinda staring off into space for the last ten minutes."

He injected concern and worry into his tone, making it clear that he had been really worried by her supposed coma-like state.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She was staring at him as he questioned if she was okay, obviously trying to understand what ha happened despite the fact that he just told her. Someone tried to stab her. Tried?

She release his shirt with one hand, reaching up to her neck in order to feel the blood on her neck.

"Tried..tried to stab me?"

She wasn't really understanding what had happened, and seeing as he seemed to have witnessed the entire thing she was using him as a guide to the blank space in her mind. He said that she had just been staring off into space and she immediately figured that she'd gone into shock.

"My neck though..what are you doing here?"

Did she bump her head again? Everything was so fuzzy that she was almost certain that she had a concussion from the night before and whatever had happened now seemed to have completely shut off her ability to remember something that was apparently traumatizing.

 

[No_such_thing]

"Yeah, don't you remember?"

This was the tricky bit, he had to stick as close to the truth as possible in case she'd contacted anyone, without jolting the memories in her mind.

"I was late, really late, I'm sorry, you went home and I tried to catch up, but by the time I did that guy had jumped you."

He paused, everything balanced on how well he had concealed those memories, if he had been too indelicate, too close, something might surface. But if she didn't then he was safe... for now.

"Come on, don't worry about it, you're safe now. I'm here, I'll look after you."

He folded her into an embrace, feeling her skin against his own. Cool, delicate to the heat from his own body, so fragile. And he would protect her, yes, he would see to that.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma stared up at him as though in an attempt to remember what obviously wasn't there anymore. He was speaking so matter-of-factly that she wasn't really sure how to react to it.

"Come on, don't worry about it, you're safe now. I'm here, I'll look after you."

She didn't even have a moment to react to his words before finding his arms around her. The heat was comforting, probably necessary for her to actually feel like he would actually look after her and keep her safe. She found herself sighing as she let her head rest against his chest, actually allowing her eyes to slip closed.

If she hadn't been so comfortable there was no doubt that she would have questioned it further but she found herself wanting to be near him even after only a day really of getting to know him, this didn't seem all that strange to her which was in a way strange itself.

Blue eyes opened slowly, still worried about not only the blood on her neck but the fact that he didn't really look that well himself.

"Dimitri..did he attack you?"

She pulled back enough to be able to look at him, not fully leaving the warmth that he provided her.

 

[No_such_thing]

"It's, it's nothing, he just ripped my shirt that's all"

Better not to allow her to realise that despite his appearance to the contrary, on further examination he would prove to be completely unblemished and he didn't want his lack of injury to give anything away. "He went for me but missed, then ran off. We hardly got back in time. I was really worried about you for a second."

And, truth be told, he was, fortunately she had been far more resourceful than he had originally anticipated, managing to save herself. He needed her right now, he had to know what was important about her, there had to be some reason the council was so interested. Hopefully this ball would attract sufficient interest to get some answers.

"Come on, you aren't safe here, come to mine, it'll be better there." Easier to keep an eye on her for a start, as well as being a virtual fortress and fairly isolated from the town. Henry would be there tomorrow, Sean the day after that, he just had to keep Emma happy until then.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma couldn't really help but nod, still visibly dazed by what she couldn't remember, though she seemed to want to believe him.

"Come on, you aren't safe here, come to mine, it'll be better there."

Well she wasn't certain she liked that suggestion, though if she'd been attacked it was obvious that she definitely was not safe in a house by herself. And really if she stayed home there was no way that she'd be getting a good night sleep especially with the simple matter that she really didn't even know what to be afraid of.

"Let me..let me go pack a bag.."

The words were distant and Emma reluctantly pulled herself out of his embrace fully, already missing the warmth that he provided her. She was cautious as she made her way through the house and back up the stairs into her bedroom, the same room that he'd dropped her in the night before after the first attack.

Of course while upstairs she had to look at herself in the mirror, eyes dropping to the bandage that had nearly fallen off, peeling it off only to throw it in the garbage. Her fingers traced over the bite mark, deducing that instead of a normal attacker, it was the same as the night before and this time whoever it had been had gotten her.

And if he'd gotten away like Dimitri said, she wasn't safe there.

After cleaning up the blood, Emma put a fresh bandage on the two small puncture wounds on her neck. Just another cut to add to the rest of them on her body.

She pulled a slouchy sweater over her head, the cozy shirt's neckline wide enough that it fell off of one shoulder. After packing a small bag she made her way back down the stairs, obviously ready to get out of her own house.

"I just..need to find my phone."

The phone that had clattered to the ground when the vampire attacked her on her front porch outside was the one thing that she could not place exactly where she had put it.

 

[No_such_thing]

Dimitri was two steps ahead of her, while she was upstairs he'd swiftly exited the house. Making sure to make no noise, and heaved the corpse around the side of the house. He'd disappear in the morning, but he didn't want her spotting it now. He snatched the phone from the decking, grimacing and wiping the worst of the blood off, it looked like it would still work, the damage was mostly superficial.

She came down the stairs, a small bag over her shoulder and a cleaner, neater dressing on her wound.

"I just..need to find my phone."

"It's here"

He held it out, the device tiny and fragile in his hand, but so important in today's world. It was like a weapon, a safety blanket, the very thing around which the world revolved, even his own life had become considerably entwined around the use of these tiny constructions of plastic. Though his rarely lasted long, not allowing for his lifestyle.