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Tsume smiled lightly at her. He drifted back to the T.V. as some love scene played out. He watched it for a bit, listening a bit but turned to her once she spot again. He gripped her a bit more and turned her over. His fingers danced along her soft flesh. "Oh yes! The tickles!" he purred as he leaned into her. His mouth pressed to her stomach and he blew. He liked to tease her, have fun and it gave him the relief to stop thinking for a moment.

Tsume smiled, careful of his claws as he ran his fingers along her sides. He stopped oncer he pinned her down to the couch. That devious smirk came his face as he stared down at her. That was his plan all along. Even though he was sure he could have asked, he liked to play with her some. He leaned down and kissed her gently enjoying her warmth, the very gentle taste she gave to him. He groaned in sure happiness pressing a bit harder onto her lips.

Tsume smiled as he heard her words. How much more fun could it be to have her? A deep growl was stuck in his throat as he felt her touch his hot spots. He enjoyed the feeling and her magic fingers. He moved away from her lips as he pressed down on her more wanting to close the distance. His tongue licked her soft pale flesh. His cold kisses were chilling yet were sensual considering how he could work his mouth. His hands wandered around her body, feeling the small bump on her stomach as it ran up her shirt. "You know what that does to me", he growled in a playful manner. His eye flickered red in a yearning need for her.

Tsume looked at her with that dark red eye. He didn't want her to stop as much as he knew she didn't want him to stop. He kissed her neck, loving the milk taste that it held. His fangs grazed her skin, his claws left slight red marks on her flesh as he pulled her closer. He attacked her with his mouth and hands, his body becoming heated with lust and desire.

Tsume smiled as he lifted up off of her. He picked her up. The days he had been without her had been horrible. He looked down at her, his eye giving off a slight bluish hue. the shadows twisted along the wall and opened the door. His room always gave off a eerie feeling but he was sure Sheridan was use to that by now. The door clicked close.

Tsume let out a low mumble as he typed on his laptop. It had taken him a year to actually get use to a laptop. He hated the things, they constantly heated up in his lap and he broken more than one when he was typing far too fast. He had learned to type the right pressure so he wouldn't break the 50th one in the pass month. He couldn't help but get mad at it but he always had his work saved on another computer just in case those things happened. It was like him to do such a thing really. He knew how strong he was but sometimes he forgot how the humans made their stuff so easy to break. Just so they could sell more and get other humans to buy their stuff.
Over the past for years, he managed to get rid of the vampires but he hadn't known where all of them went to. Most of them had given up after they saw how protective and strong he was. They valued theirs lives a bit more than Sheridan.
He stared at the screen for a bit before continuing his very fast typing. He always had to slow down when he went outside to work. He didn't want to scare the humans but he sometimes forgot and they would stare in awe at how fast he was. He hated being careful around humans, he knew his strength and he use to flaunt it in his younger years considering how God like powers were very accepted them. He leaned against the softness of the couch. he picked up the laptop and moved a different cooler pillow under it. He would do this and he was sure Sheridan had picked this up. He still hated the sun, the heat and fires but he managed for Sheridan so she wouldn't become a creature of the night like him. He would go out on walks with her in the day time, only using his umbrella when the sun became unbearable. He hated sun sickness. He had succumb to it many a time in his day. He glanced at the time. He would have gone with her but she always liked to do things on her own. It bothered him when she kept insisting that she could do things. He grumbled at the time, the clock taunting him. He hissed and threw a pillow at the clock and knocked it off the wall. "Accursed thing", he growled going back to work but he would constantly stop and glance at the window. He put the laptop aside and pulled back the blinds. The sun shown through and he shielded his eye. He looked around the front yard and down the street, his ears keen to anything that he heard. "Nothing", he said in dismay. She had done this before to him and god did he worry. With a baby, he didn't want to lose her or the baby. Those were so important to him. He breed to pass on his genes considering how he hadn't had a mate in such a long wile, well, a female mate. He paced the floor before glancing at his cell phone. How many cell phones had he broke out of anger? He wasn't sure, countless but he always had many more to back up the ones he broke. It was almost a weekly thing for him, before he met Sheridan. His anger wasn't as strong as it was before but there was still pit up rage. He could not run from it, never. It was like a curse that he just couldn't shake. He was always mulling over things, over his past, work or the future. He could never stop thinking but the only reprise was when he was in bed with Sheridan where his thoughts were wiped and only lust remained. he sat down and watched the news. It was always good for a laugh or two seeing how he had such dark humor. After awhile of watching the news, he stood up to get lunch ready. It was routine for him now. He fed her while he fed off of her. He normally didn't go out to hunt much but now that there was a baby, he had to be mindful of the blood supply the baby would need. He had done it before out of sheer stupidity and his youth. He had a wife before many thousands a years ago and she knew of his wild nature. He loved human flesh and she would give him blood but back then, he could eat food. He would drink from her and eat the food she made but once she was with child, he never stopped his lust for human blood and gore. He had killed the baby and her. One of his hidden secrets that he never told Sheridan.

Tsume's mind rambled yet again. He listened to his thoughts, went over then again and again all the while wondering where Sheridan was. He had to calm himself. He went to his room and searched for his yarn. He would knit a blanket. Yes, that would ease his thoughts. He took up the needles in hand and began to work looping the yawn over the first knitting needle. He worked slower than normal. When did he first figure out how to knit. It was back in the days of Old England. Even though it was unnatural for him, he did work as a butler at time. It almost seemed impossible for him to take orders from others, but it was a different pace in things when he was running away from the law. He enjoyed old England, one of his best life times was there. He served a young master at that time. He knew he would out last the young man but he didn't care.
It was all a fond dream at the time when the master would call upon him and tell him to dress him. He did most of the tasks in t he manor. It was his job to take care of all of those little and big things. He ran the house. He secretly was in control of all of the workings of the house but the master gave him the orders to carry out which he found to be fairly easy. It wasn't til the master had a daughter did things get interesting. The daughter knew of his nature and as such, she took full advantage of it. She was a real Master. She worked him, gave him orders and he felt like a dog running for a simple trick. Oh, it all seemed like a meaningless thing but it was terrible fun for him. He enjoyed the aggressive nature of the woman and how she ordered him around. Over the years, he found that it was easier to just follow the blood line of those masters but the one that kept him more than anything, was the Master Victoria. She had a piercing gaze and she acted just like a man of the house. He loved it, yes, he wanted her to stay that master of his but of course, he out lived them. He was sure she was still out there. At one point, she asked him to blood her and he did so. But after the years of her eternal youth, she disappeared leaving the house to him. He wondered where she might have gone but she was far too smart to let him find her. He chuckled lightly as he made the blanket for the coming child. He had an interesting life. yes, and most of which he still hadn't told Sheridan. With all the adventures of his life, he could have made 20 or more books.
He stared at the knitting, wondering if he should change the color of it there or keep going on. He shrugged and kept knitting, the design beautiful and very well made. He had a good hand at that. Almost everything there was to know, he knew it and knew how to do it. Apart from the computers. He still hated those.