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

[TieMeTightly]

Emma was actually proud of herself. He seemed caught off guard by her reaction to him and it was almost frustrating that he would walk around with that sort of cockiness..like she should just fall for him despite the fact that he wasn't much for 'feelings'. It didn't really help anything that she had fallen for that cockiness.

Every day that she saw him it was as though she fell for it all over again. And now, even after a comment like that, he fell back to something that was all together human. A fault.

She looked away from him, probably for the first time not in embarrassment of her own flushed cheeks. Instead, she just wasn't really certain that she would be able to stand the sight of him. When she looked at him,..into his eyes, that was when she felt herself fighting a losing battle.

"I know how difficult things are."

Again she was quiet, refusing to look up at him. Her heart was actually steady, not at all sped up by his closeness..though it did feel nice.

"I get it. I'm like…this magnet the past few days and things have just been…I don't know. It hasn't been a very good week for me..I'll admit. And I know…I'm just..it's probably even stupid that I said anything. You were just being polite and I get that.."

Emma just..needed to get away from him. It was like every time she opened her mouth she sounded more and more like an idiot. He made her flustered and it wasn't the most comfortable situation to be in.

Her eyes fell on the mirror in the room, having thought that she saw something strange - a woman standing with a man, though in the mirror she was by herself and by the time they had gotten back to a spot where she could see the reflection, the couple were no longer in sight.

"And now my head is playing tricks on me.."

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Charlotte looked actually offended by his words. Dimitri would do more. Why would he say that? If he was trying to score points with her that certainly wouldn't be the way to go about it.

"Well it's not going to cheer me up when you say that he'll out-rank me."

She shrugged slowly, playing idly with one of her curls.

"You can get me some more champagne.."

 

[No_such_thing]

"I get it. I'm like…this magnet the past few days and things have just been…I don't know. It hasn't been a very good week for me..I'll admit. And I know…I'm just..it's probably even stupid that I said anything. You were just being polite and I get that.."

"And now my head is playing tricks on me.."

Shit

That was bound to come up at some point, it was really a miracle that she hadn't noticed anything like that up until now. It was a strange quirk of vampiric genes, and no one knew why. The council had poured resources and power into discovering one of the great give aways of vampiric nature. Not that any of the witches, scientists or artifacts had ever succeeded in making any difference to the condition.

He laughed.

"I must be doing something wrong. There's just, something... something about you."

True.

"You're different."

Also true.

"Maybe you are just a magnet."

Hmmmm, debatable, certainly for trouble though. He just couldn't let go of his pride and his view that, after all, she was just a human.

He put one hand to her cheek, turning her face to look at him, his head cocked slightly to one side. Amusement? Concern? Attraction? Numerous, untrackable emotions playing over his face as he bent his head to hers. His voice was low, husky almost.

"Maybe I wasn't just being polite."
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Sean turned, spotting a waiter circulating and nabbing two tall, fluted champagne glasses from the rapidly emptying tray.

"Gotta admit, this stuff is pretty good."

He turned to her, raising his glass, attempting to distract her from whatever the hell was going on between Emma and Dimitri on the dance floor.

"To one hell of a ball."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma wasn't really paying attention as he spoke, still trying to find the man whose reflection she could have sworn she hadn't seen.

"I must be doing something wrong. There's just, something…something about you."

She barely heard it, craning her neck to try and figure out what was happening, not even noticing for the moment that she had stopped moving.

"You're different."

Her brows knitted in frustration, as though she wanted him to stop talking to her so that she could figure out what was going on.

"Maybe you are just a magnet."

It wasn't until his hand cupped her cheek that she allowed her gaze to be redirected, though she was still distracted, reluctantly looking up at him. She shouldn't have done it. Her heart nearly leapt to racing, the hand on his shoulder dipping to his chest as she struggled to control herself mostly.

"Maybe I wasn't just being polite."

Well, fuck.

Emma let herself give in then, closing the small distance between their lips. As soon as their lips touched she felt an almost need to be close to him, but she pulled back - almost just as quickly. Emma could hear her heart beating and she could swear it was loud enough for other people to hear as well. She detached herself from him, pulling her hand from his only to take a step backward. He wasn't supposed to be a distraction for her and yet here she was, once again feeling an incredible desire to just be close to him.

"I'm..sorry. I shouldn't have."

-

Charlotte's frustration left her face almost immediately, practically grinning as he handed her her own glass before raising his in the air. She mimicked the gesture easily, nearly giddy as they clinked together.

"It's not one hell of a ball yet. We have to wait until it's over until we can say that."

She raised the glass to her lips before drinking nearly half of the champagne in one swig.

"But with this champagne..it's bound to be a good night."

 

[No_such_thing]

He felt the kiss coming before she made her decision, her heart leaping almost from a standing start to a straight gallop. She hadn't really been listening to him, but that didn't matter, that hadn't meant anything. Had it?

When she leaned forward for the kiss he found himself responding, kissing back. Involuntarily, completely. He hadn't made any conscious decision to do so, but he felt his body respond to her in a way he hadn't responded to a human in centuries, if not millennia. It was something more than desire, more than any mere animal instinct.

She stepped backwards, interrupting the carefully constructed pattern of the dance. A couple swirled past, glaring at her for interrupting the dance. Another couple went the other way, these obviously having seen the kiss, smirking knowingly. He reached out, taking her withdrawn hand back, pulling her back to him and bending his head to kiss her back.
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Sean laughed, "I suppose you're right about that, and yes, as long as it lasts, which doesn't look like it'll be long."

She was, fun, obviously fiercely loyal to her friend, and brave according to Dimitri. The aura of menace he could exude had cowed more powerful men and women than Charlotte, but she'd stood up to him, that was some dedication and courage right there. He kinda had to admire it, even he wouldn't stand against Dimitri when he was angry, but maybe that was because he knew what he could do.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma looked suddenly uncomfortable, knowing that she'd practically messed up the rhythm of all of the other dancers, the glares just another tell-tale sign that she had done something to mess something else up.

She felt very lost in some surreal moment as he reached forward in an almost possessive manner before tugging her back to him, her fingers clutching his hand as their lips met a second time. If she knew anything about anything, having someone actually pull you in for another kiss meant that she didn't make a mistake the first time, though they had still interrupted the entire pattern of dancers.

Emma's lips parted almost desperately, her free hand again on his shoulder though instead of pushing him away or anything close to it she seemed to be struggling to steady herself. She felt dizzy, needing more of this - more of him, ignoring the people as they moved by them.

Again she pulled back, but this time it was due to the fact that she needed to breathe. Even the dim light of the room didn't hide the flush of her cheeks now. This wasn't like her - making a public show of any sort of affection and she couldn't really justify doing it now. Not that she didn't want to…she simply..wasn't that person.

Of course it didn't really help matters that she literally felt weak in the knees after the kiss. It was ridiculous and something that she thought was only for fairy tales or television shows and yet here she was, having a hard time maintaining any sort of composure.

-

Charlotte was still grinning, though she had missed the entire kiss that her friend shared with someone who she still considered a stranger, Sean's frame easily blocking sight of the two.

Despite the fact that she knew nothing about him, obviously the fact that he was interested made her interested in him - it made her not really care that she didn't know him and was being an incredible hypocrite.

"You know you're going to have to get me a few more glasses of champagne before you can have your way with me."

The grin never left her lips though she was being completely deadpan, her fingers tugging gently on the lapel of his blazer. "..The champagne will last plenty long..I made sure to have them order enough.."

 

[No_such_thing]

This one lasted longer, her lips opening almost desperately, pleadingly. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, their lips locked together as they stood now in the center of a whirling pattern. Flowering out around them as though the dancers had unconsciously surrounded them with such single mindedness it was as though it had been planned.

When she pulled away, almost gasping for breath he realised just how long they had been kissing, he had lost himself in it, losing track of exactly what was going on around him. She was flushed, and, to his shock, he found that he wasn't exactly the model of composure anymore. He smiled at her, "do you get it now?"
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"A few more glasses. Coming right up."

He nudged his way through the crowd, finding another waiter quickly and taking the tray from her hands. He winked cheekily at her, knowing she was too professional to protest. "Thanks."

He made his way back to her, balancing the tray precariously in one hand, using the other to clear the way. He put the tray down on the side table next to them. Grinning at her, he waved his hand expansively at the champagne flutes, narrowly missing knocking the lot over. His cocky grin was back as he moved in closer to her.

"Is that enough?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma was having a hard time coming up with words to fully explain how much of this all she 'got'. So it was simple enough. He was a typical male,..except with tenfold the inability to explain very much with words. It wasn't as though she was doing well at the moment, managing a slight nod in response to the question.

Despite everything, she still felt the need to get out. Without saying anything else she again pulled her hand free from his, pressing her way through the dancing couples who still didn't seem too thrilled with the fact that she had interrupted the entire process.

She paused, eyes falling on the same man she could have sworn had no reflection, and he saw her staring at him before moving out of the building, slipping out the front door as though she wouldn't follow. But she had to follow. She pushed through a few more people before finding her way to the door, opening it enough to slip through, the cool air just enough to bring her wits back, though she didn't see the man anywhere.

"I really am seeing things."

In frustration over her own actions of the past few minutes emma leaned against the wall closest to the door, letting her glove-clad fingers trace carefully across her lips. This wasn't good - the way that she acted around him, the way that she nearly found herself faint in his presence. And the fact that this was the only place that she could clear her head didn't seem to help matters. Really - she should just go home,..and get as far away from this whole mess as possible.

Emma actually pushed herself away from the wall, a voice beside her the only thing keeping her from walking away from the house.

"You can't remember any of it, can you?"

It was taunting, her eyes focusing on the man she saw inside just standing there with a smirk on his face as confusion took hold.

"I'm sorry?"

"I admit…it's really..very difficult to figure it out. You kind of have to have…a flashback of sorts to really start to remember."

He spoke quietly, stepping in front of her only to lean forward, taking in a deep breath through the nose.

"You really do..smell good. And he hasn't even tasted you?"

It was as though he was speaking in tongues, Emma's eyes falling on him as he stepped back, tracing his fingers on her neck, stopping over where there were two barely visible bite marks.

Without question he placed his hands on her cheeks to hold her steady, his pupils dilating somewhat as he moved into her mind, hers doing the same. He wasn't nearly as old as Dimitri, but with a steady human diet, he certainly had the capability for some mind control, just nothing really long term.

"You're going to stay for the whole party. Urge him to kiss your neck,..he'll probably try to hide what he is as long as he can..so if he bites it will be because you were nearly asking for it..and then you poor thing your pretty little head will be messed with a little more. I want you to do your best to get him to bite you..surely he'll tell someone what he finds out…if you're special..your blood will tell us."

He stepped back from her, disappearing before she could focus, and her pupils returned to normal after a few seconds, standing in a daze outside for only a few seconds before returning to the ball. She didn't know why she was even still there, but didn't have any urge to leave anymore.

Her head hurt now, and she felt somewhat lost as she stood leaning against the wall, again scanning the crowd for him. Some part of her wanted to continue where they'd left off..but not in the middle of the dancing couples.

-

Charlotte watched him as he moved through the crowd, tilting her head slightly in order to fully take in the sight of him coming toward her with a tray, unable to help herself from clapping, bursting into laughter as he nearly knocked the entire thing over as he tried to make a show of it.

"I think that might be enough..just maybe.."

She lifted a glass from the tray, refusing to take her eyes off of his face.

"Why thank you, kind sir."

She paused to sip the drink, biting her lower lip as though to hold back a string of questioning, though that tactic didn't work.

"So..how do you two know each other then.."

 

[No_such_thing]

He frowned as she pulled away, leaving him standing there by himself in the centre of the dance. He shook his head to himself, looking around, before apologetically leaving the dance as well. But by the time he made his way out through the twirling, stepping couples, she was gone. He wasn't worried, she would be safe as long as she didn't leave the grounds, even a council agent wouldn't try anything here, vampires tended to be fond of their lives.

He saw Sean over by the wall, gesturing expansively at a loaded tray of champagne, obviously 'making friends' with Charlotte. Getting very close too, though obviously not quite all the way there yet. There, she was there, leaning against the wall, looking a little unfocused, scanning the crowd.

He moved over to her, she'd just walked out, and while he knew how things must be going on in her head, it didn't mean he was happy about it though. He made his way over, avoiding gesturing drinks and laughing guests. He stopped in front of her, before moving closer lifting one hand to rest at the small of her back, pulling her a little closer to him. "You left so suddenly."
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"Seriously? I get you all that champagne and you just want to know about Dimitri? I'm hurt."

He laughed, but figured he might as well.

"We go way back, met... about five or six years ago, a bar, a fight, he got me out of trouble, wouldn't be the only time either. We kinda, struck up a friendship, he's got... vision, it's kinda inspiring. But I'd do anything for him, I owe him that."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma caught sight of him really only just before he was in front of her. She wasn't really used to the attention, though she'd pretty much asked for it after being upset with how he had acted a few days ago. His hand was on the small of her back then, pulling her close enough to want to be closer.

Her hands lifted, toying with the lapels of his coat as he spoke.

"You left so suddenly."

"I'm sorry..I..needed some air…I don't really do..public..things."

She smiled shyly up at him, not moving away from him, allowing him to keep her there with his hand.

"I realize..how that must look though..just leaving you like that..I didn't mean it.."

Emma tilted her head back in order to look up at him, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

"How long do we have before you have to make a speech to the guests as the host…the big unveiling..so everyone knows who you are?"

Still she tugged on the lapels, gesturing toward the stairs - and in effect, to his bedroom.

-

Charlotte watched him as he spoke as though trying to figure out why everyone was so enthralled with Dimitri. It was just as well, Emma seemed to have the same effect on everyone she knew..they were perfect together. It was disgusting.

"You're such a guy."

Holding the glass in one hand the raised her free hand to his face, briefly tracing the outline of the mask.

"So why aren't you pining over Emma like everybody does? I'm really not that interesting.."

 

[No_such_thing]

He could feel his breath and heart quickening in his chest. That was one thing of being half werewolf, his heart still beat, still forced life around his body, still controlled his sensations. Her implication was clear and his body couldn't resist, there was certainly no objection from his mind. "It's fine, I understand, and I don't care what the others think about it, you came back that's what counts."

"How long do we have before you have to make a speech to the guests as the host…the big unveiling..so everyone knows who you are?"

She gestured towards the stairs, his bedroom, he knew what she meant, it was obvious. He put one arm round her waist, moving through the crowd with her to the foot of the stairs.

"We have plenty of time, till the party's finished almost, and Charlotte made sure we have more than enough supplies to last all through the night."
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"You're such a guy."

"Somehow I hope so"

"So why aren't you pining over Emma like everybody does? I'm really not that interesting.."

"Why would I be pining over Emma, anyway, you're interesting, fun

He took her hand from his face, trailing his own hand up her arm, to her neck and then to trace the contours of her face.

"Beautiful, who needs Emma?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

There was something against the ordinary going on - first of all she wasn't usually the type to insinuate moving things along so quickly but it didn't feel wrong. It didn't necessarily feel right, but certainly not wrong.

When they reached the stairs her hands were again lifting her dress, walking up with him. It intrigued her that no one even seemed to notice that they had left, though seeing as very few people in town had seen Dimitri's face uncovered, she doubted they'd even notice that their host had left.

Upon reaching the landing at the top of the stairs she didn't really waste any time. She had stayed in his room - she knew where it was, and she turned easily to face him, stepping backward toward his room. She reached out and carefully look his hands in hers as she led him toward the room, releasing his hand only to turn the doorknob and push the door open.

In the safety of the room she left it to him to shut the door while she waited somewhat impatiently.

The 'click' of the door shutting was really all that she needed to hear.

Emma stepped forward, raising up on tip toe, her hand moving with her body, reaching up and clutching the back of his neck as her lips again found his. Her heart was already racing and the contact alone was enough to make her think it was soon to burst from her chest.

-

Charlotte watched his lips as he spoke, her head remaining tilted just slightly.

"Why would I be pining over Emma, anyway, you're interesting, fun.."

She could feel goosebumps appear on her arm as his hand dragged across her skin, feeling herself blush and leaning into his hand by the time it touched her face.

"Beautiful, who needs Emma?"

"Can you move here?"

While it was meant to be a joke it came out more serious than she intended, her eyes boring into him. She didn't know what it was about Dimitri and his pack of friends but she was thrilled to be receiving the attention, most especially from this particular friend.

 

[No_such_thing]

He closed the door, then turned to her, able to see perfectly in the dark room though to her he would be only a shadow. She was beautiful in the darkness, he raised a hand to her face, caressing her, trailing it down her back, then leaned forwards and kissed her. It was passionate, hungry his lips locking onto hers, his tongue pressing against her lips, then entering her mouth to link with hers.

One hand found the nape of her neck, pulling her into this kiss, the other rested at the small of her back, moving downwards gently, stroking at the material of her dress softly, but enough to send chills down her spine. He pulled back from the kiss for a moment.

"Are you sure about this?"
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"Can you move here?"

He raised an eyebrow in surprise, laughing. "Moving a bit fast aren't we? but I don't know, wasn't planning on it, but I'm sure I could stay a bit... longer at least..."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma wasn't certain how she was still standing at the moment. His lips against hers, practically claiming her with desire, only to pull away from her enough to speak against her lips, causing her to instinctively tilt her head slightly, trying to recapture his lips - the words giving her a moment to pause.

"Let's see…just..don't rip the dress…don't mess up the hair…we'll be fine."

She smiled in the darkness, fingers tugging at the zipper that held everything in place. She held up the dress with one hand as her fingers pulled the zipper the rest of the way down before pulling her hand away from the dress, letting it pool around her feet as she stepped out of it.

She wore no bra, squinting as she searched for the bed, though upon finding it she sat down, clad now only in small lace boyshorts and her heels.

"Do you know one of my favorite places to be kissed?"

She placed her finger against her lips before dragging it to her neck, grinning up at his shadow in the darkness. She figured that he couldn't see her, either, so instead she spoke up.

"Find where I'm pointing, will you? Because you just look like a giant lump of darkness over there and..you might not know it but I'm a very..scant dressed lump of darkness.."

-

Charlotte flinched as he laughed, the pout returning to her lips.

"It's okay I figured I'd give it a shot in the dark,..I'm used to the one night stand thing..Emma get's the relationships, I get the throwbacks. You just haven't been thrown back yet"

The was really barely any jealousy in her voice, more or less still shocked that he had been interested at all.

 

[No_such_thing]

His breath caught as he heard the soft zzzzzt of the zip being pulled down. The soft rush as the dress crumpled to the floor. He smiled, though of course she couldn't see that. "I'll see what I can do."

She was almost completely naked now, only the boy shorts and heels left, and the heels hardly counted. He movements were sensual, inviting, irresistible as she walked across the floor to the bed, her hips swaying invitingly. As she sat down she lifted a finger to her lips and dragged it down to her neck. "Find where I'm pointing, will you? Because you just look like a giant lump of darkness over there and..you might not know it but I'm a very..scantily dressed lump of darkness.."

he walked slowly towards the bed, dropping his jacket and shirt behind him, pushing her gently back so she was lying back on the bed. He crawled up her body, then kissed her again, his muscled, toned body poised above her. But then he realised what she had asked. He didn't know if he could, what would happen if he did, he would bite her. He couldn't, not now, it wouldn't be concealed for the rest of the ball, and she'd know. But he was too close now, it was too late. He bent his head to her neck, kissing it, but he couldn't stop and he felt his fangs extend and slide softly into her flesh, he sucked. And drew back in shock...
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"Well that's not fair, I'm not a throwback, I'm not interested in Emma, I'm interested in you. You should give yourself some credit."

He was moving closer all the while, but only slowly, he didn't want her to take offence at his move, especially not considering the mood she seemed to be in.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma could see him moving closer. His steps were so perfect that she thought for a moment that he was able to see exactly where he was going - though, seeing as that was impossible, she allowed herself to enjoy the moment.

One knee was on the bed and she pushed herself back somewhat, laying down beneath him as he moved on top of her, finding it hard to keep her finger where it was on her neck, especially as his lips found hers.

They left all too quickly, though were quickly placed upon her neck, her heart racing as the contact was made. She tilted her head slightly, giving more access, the sudden pain that followed causing her to gasp, blue eyes widening in the darkness as she felt a familiar pulling sensation at her neck, unable to help but groan.

He pulled back just as quickly, leaving her rigid beneath him, her palms pushing frantically against his chest, finding him immovable above her. "Off.." Her palms hit his chest as hard as she could, debating whether or not she should scream. "Get off me!" She panicked, having no defense against what just happened, part of her not understanding why she had practically invited him to bite her, vampire or not.

What was worse was that she could feel the blood on her neck, the two small holes allowing for the blood to drip slowly from the wound, but she wasn't concerned with that. She was concerned with trying to figure out how to get away from him as quickly as she could - less possible with the fact that she would have to get dressed.

-

Her lips parted as he told her to give herself credit, though she stopped herself from really saying anything else. She didn't want to sound like she was as insecure as she was, but it was just what she'd been through her whole life.

Again she lifted the glass to her lips, finishing another glass, the flush in her cheeks seeming to be more from the alcohol now than a true blush.

"I'm sorry you're right…you're not a throwback…but maybe you're not a throwback because Emma saw Dimitri first? Because..she would definitely have been all over you if she hadn't.."

The grin was back and with her hands free she lifted her own mask, pushing up to rest on her forehead, looking almost frustrated as she watched him.

"For someone who's interested in me you're sure taking your sweet time in kissing me."

 

[No_such_thing]

"What? That's not possible. How?"

She beat her fists of his chest, it made no difference, he was as unmovable as rock, ignoring her blows as he tried to come to terms with what he'd just learned. She was not just unusual, she was, if anything, unique. Her blood, he'd never tasted anything like it, couldn't taste anything like it. It was impossible, against the laws of nature. So am I.

He took her wrists, pinning them above her head, stopping her from fighting back.

"No!"

There was anger in his voice now.

"How can you be what you are? Your parents, what happened to them, and your adoptive parents? Tell me?"
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The way the flickering candles changed the light across her face so rapidly caught his attention, the way it made her eyes sparkle as well. Or perhaps that was the frustration that made it do that. He put the champagne glass down, took hers and put it back on the table.

"The pleasure... is in the anticipation."

He kissed her then

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma winces as his fingers wrapped around her wrists, not even managing to struggle before she found them above her head, her back arching desperately, hearing anger, almost as though he were scolding her.

"No! How can you be what you are?"

She could barely see him, but she knew that he was staring down at her and she felt tears in her eyes before she could stop them.

"Your parents, what happened to them, and your adoptive parents? Tell me?"

"Please…I don't..I don't know..I didn't know I was adopted until they were killed!"

Emma twisted her wrists frantically, tears spilling from her eyes.

"It..It was an animal attack…th..they called it an animal attack..it was vampires..it was people like you!"

She wanted to hit him then, not caring that she'd just told him she knew about vampires seeing as she was just bitten.

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Charlotte wanted the champagne, though an empty glass did her no good so she let him take it from her.

She wanted to enjoy it, really. Briefly letting herself become lost in the kiss, though her eyes opened briefly and she managed to push him back after a moment.

"Where's Emma?"

She hadn't even noticed her friend slip out of the house momentarily, and now she was completely gone from sight.

 

[No_such_thing]

No, no, no, no, this wasn't possible.

"People like me? People like me? Vampires? Like me?"

There was scorn, contempt dripping from his voice. He was smiling now, bitterly.

"I'm a vampire? Is a vampire warm? Does a vampire have a reflection? Can a vampire walk in the sun?"

There were tears in her eyes now, he was gripping her wrists tightly now, his fingers digging harshly into her skin.

"You have no idea what I am. What's worse, is that you are the same."
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She pulled back from the kiss, looking around the room searchingly. "Where's Emma?"

"I don't know, I think she went off with Dimitri. She'll be fine, don't worry about it, she's perfectly safe here."

 

[TieMeTightly]

She didn't understand what was happening, how he was angry with her of all things.

"I'm a vampire? Is a vampire warm? Does a vampire have a reflection? Can a vampire walk in the sun?"

"Please.." She nearly yelped as he squeezed her wrists more tightly, the anger seeming to take all gentleness from him within seconds.

"You have no idea what I am. What's worse, is that you are the same."

She swore she could feel the bones in her wrists grinding against each other as he squeezed, not knowing what to do.

"I'm..I'm not the same! I..don't bite people..I..can't..please..you're hurting me..Dimitri please!"

Emma pleaded with him, her voice trembling as she spoke.

She could remember things then..flashes, the knife in her hands in the kitchen, his hands on either side of her face, speaking in a hushed tone before her memory became what he had made it. She remembered his fangs, his lips,..the blood, and she was helpless to stop the onslaught of memories from that night, feeling overwhelmed, lightheaded despite the fact that she was laying down.

-

Charlotte looked up at him, pulling his lips to hers before pulling back only to whisper a simple question.

"Do you promise?

 

[No_such_thing]

He let go of her, just like that. So suddenly he surprised himself, pushing himself up from the bed and turning away from her. His muscled back was heaving as though from some great exertion and he panted as though he'd run a mile. Giving in, then tasting it, knowing why she was different, that had tested him to breaking point.

"You think I enjoy it? You think I enjoy the fact that my existence depends on drinking blood? But no, I'm not a vampire, I am so much more than that. And like it or not, we are the same, certainly more than you could even imagine."

But that was it now, he'd have to keep her here, it was unlikely that she'd choose to stay. And that would mean Charlotte would have to be dealt with. He sighed, it had all grown so much more complex than it had ever needed to be.
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They kissed again, he savoured it, she seemed less than decided at this point, still worried about Emma.

"Do you promise?"

"Of course I promise, nothing can possibly harm her here."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Her wrists were aching..her neck was throbbing. And she was still practically naked. Emma moved quickly, grabbing her dress off of the floor before stepping into it, for some reason now needing to cover herself as quickly as she could. She didn't zip it - mostly because it was much easier to unzip things by yourself than to zip them back up, and as soon as she had grabbed it she was again sitting on the bed, a brief dizzy spell keeping her stationary for a moment.

She heard him as he spoke, of course, her brows knitting as he compared them. She wasn't anything like him and she didn't understand the comparison. The problem that she was having was that she couldn't really leave with her gown not secure, and she wasn't about to ask him to please zip her gown in the midst of being angry with her for something she didn't understand.

"Why are you angry with me exactly? You just…you just bit me! You. bit. me. I didn't bite you…I didn't do anything to you and..and you just..go right ahead and you think what…you think that I'm okay with this? With you..telling me that I'm like you…and…"

She became suddenly frustrated, and knowing that she didn't know where anything was in the room at the moment didn't help. "Could you please turn a freaking light on so I don't have to just feel you being mad at me I'd really like to savor the moment and see it all over your face, too. God…Charlotte is going to kill me. She said don't trust him. And here I went,..trusting like an idiot..and..this is what happens…she's going to freak out when I tell her!"

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"Of course I promise, nothing can possibly harm her here."

It wasn't like she knew any different. And he had full faith in Dimitri that he wouldn't harm Emma. That was good enough for her.

"Well…fine.."

Charlotte smiled against his lips before closing the distance between them again, arching her back in order to press herself against him. It was loud in the place, and the music, conversation, and drunkenness made no one really care what was happening in the corner of the room.

 

[No_such_thing]

"You think it's a choice? I can't control it, my body needs blood to survive, it will take over if it needs to and there's nothing I can do about it, it was hard enough not draining you dry. Can you even imagine that, imagine how much of a torment it is to be around you? Knowing I could kill you without even blinking? To be driven by my own nature to do that?"

He shrugged, "it doesn't matter anyway, you can't leave now. You can't tell anyone, I've come too far and lost too much to just let you walk out of here. Not to mention the moment you leave the mansion you'll likely be killed."
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His hands pulled her fiercely towards him, pressing her body against his own as he kissed her again, before pressing her back against the wall and bending his head to her neck, kissing and nibbling there, knowing that none of the other guests would be paying attention.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She was really trying very hard to take in everything that he was saying, but she was still having a hard time not being able to see him as he seemed to be completely ignoring her request to turn the light on.

She got to her feet, avoiding his dark shadowy mass, one palm pressing against the wall, sliding along it in order to try and find the light switch, the other hand still holding up her dress.

"Oh I'm not staying here."

It was completely matter-of-fact the way she said it, glancing up at his form in the darkness.

"You have no right to stand there in a big shadowy lump and…and claim that you're mad at me…we seem to be forgetting that you just bit me. Oh. Yeah. Let's talk about how magically I forgot about finding out the first time…how…how you were in my house? And then how you…I don't know what you did..some…mind..voodoo…trick.. and poof. Dimitri is just a normal guy with normal guy problems. He doesn't have fangs and he doesn't go around biting people…and he doesn't erase people's memories of things that happen!"

She hit the wall with her palm, frustrated that she couldn't find the switch. Honestly, she didn't even know if there was a switch. She hadn't really needed light when she had slept in the room and now her anger and fear was just making it impossible to really concentrate on what she was doing.

"And it's…it's a torment? I torment you? You came here! You showed up..and you kept showing up…and you tell me that I'm tormenting you? No. Nope..you might want to do up my dress because..as soon as I find this door I'm out of here."

Probably not the best idea seeing as there was still blood dripping down her neck, but it was obvious that she wasn't thinking straight. The floodgate had opened on the memories and she was dizzy from it as well as all of the information that he was giving her. Her shoulders slumped as she pressed her forehead against the wall, her palm still resting against it, blue eyes closing in an attempt to level herself.

Again she was on the verge of tears, turning to press her back to the wall only to slide down it until she was sitting, the dress puffing up somewhat around her as she did so. She couldn't stop the tears then, and couldn't keep herself on her feet anymore.

"I want to go home..I don't…I don't want to know what you are..okay? Can't we just…pretend this didn't happen? I'll just go..and…and it'll be fine.." She tugged her mask off, wiping the tears off of her face as they fell.

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Charlotte was mostly just happy that there was a wall near her at this point. Her lips parted as soon as his lips met hers, wasting no time, her tongue dancing with his, wrapping her arms almost impatiently around his neck.

Her eyes had opened briefly when he pulled away from her lips only to groan when his lips found her neck, in turn pressing her lips against his shoulder. She was a needier woman than her friend and actually found the fact that they were in a public place more frustrating than embarrassing. They could only go so far there.

"There's..a room..closed..closed off room next to the study. We could…" She left it hanging suggestively, making no move to pull his head away from her neck.

 

[No_such_thing]

"It's too late now, don't you think it odd that you wanted me to kiss your neck? Just like that? How convenient, don't you think? No, someone's here, someone's here from the Council, and I'm willing to bet on exactly who it is, this sort of thing is just his style. You think you'd get far, as soon as you left the grounds they'd be on you, and you'd be dead. It seems I am the lesser of two evils. At least I'm not going to kill you... immediately."

He turned the light on, picking up his shirt and jacket from the floor and slipping them on. He fastened the shirt up over his muscled chest making sure to keep an eye on her if she tried to make a run for it. He could be at the door and holding her before she could even reach it, a virtue of his greater than human speed and strength.

She was crying floods now, great streams of tears running down from her eyes to fall from her cheeks, splashing on the ruffed folds of her dress, piled up around her as she sat on the floor against the wall, the mask discarded beside her.

Fully dressed now, he stooped, wiping the tears from her face, "I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you." And he was surprised to find that there was genuine regret in his voice. "But I can't stay here all night."
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"Yeah... Sure... Sounds like... A great... Idea."

His words were interrupted each time he kissed her, locking his lips onto hers, entwining their tongues, certainly an erotic kiss and he was beginning to share her frustration.

"Where's... this... room then?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma was barely listening anymore. The light had been turned on and she squinted immediately, her eyes aching from having been in the darkness, from trying to see what was happening in no light.

She couldn't help but to flinch as his thumbs brushed against her cheeks, wiping the tears away though new ones replaced them immediately. Too much had happened, and she wasn't sure that she could handle all of it.

"I can't go back down there.."

She didn't want to go back downstairs. She wanted to leave. She wanted the whole thing to be over and yet she couldn't even bring herself to leave the spot that she claimed as her own on the wall.

Her neck hurt now…it really just hurt. She pulled her face back, away from his hands, finding herself actually trembling again.

"I have..holes in my neck. People will notice holes.." She didn't seem to take into consideration that her hair could easily cover the marks. She saw that he was dressed then and again she was frustrated with the situation, shoving against his chest in an attempt to move him.

"You can't just tell me you're not going to kill me right now and then…and then be all charming!"

It took a lot of effort to get up from the floor, Emma still holding the dress up to her body as she turned toward the door. Now that she could see it, she saw no problem in leaving,..even with her dress unzipped.

"I'm going home..I..won't come near you again..and…you can go on your merry life..and not kill me."

It seemed logical enough to her.

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Charlotte had to move him away from her, gently pushing against his chest, replacing the mask in its proper place only to grab him by the hand, winding easily through the crowd despite her slight intoxication. She had scoped out the entire house pre-party-planning, and knew practically every nook and cranny of the downstairs.

They had agreed to open a few of the rooms downstairs, but not all of them, and Charlotte led him through a small door into what seemed to be a library, shutting the door behind them both.

"Found it.."