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"Don't try me." Bradley murmured in response to the topic of not being able to drain her quick enough to kill her. He was now faced with a choice: go with her and avoid killing her, or leave her and have her killed by her father. The last time he had left her side, the latest fiasco had happened, so he decided to go with her, no matter the 'danger' of it. "So am I." He said finally, following her closely. She meant way too much to lose.

"I'm not going anywhere, goofy." Bradley responded with a slight smile. "I don't care what he could do to us. I'm not leaving." His eyes trailed to the ground, while he made tiny circles with his thumb on the back of Marie's hand. "He'll have to kill me before I give up the fight." Bradley meant what he had said, but in his intonation almost made it a challenge.

'I don't want you to die'... 'I don't want you to die...'
Marie's words playing on an endless cycle in his brain, nearly causing him to flinch at every repetition. He walked lazily until he was underneath her window, and contemplated going inside or giving her some time. He decided on the latter, and fought hard with the weather until he convinced it to rain. Bradley loved the rain; it had a way of cleansing his troubled soul, if only for a moment or so. He walked out onto the street, where the rain soaked his dark hair, and spattered his jacket. He did a small loop around the town, before ending back up at Marie's house. He hoped he had given her enough time to get dressed before he jumped straight up to and the window.

Unable to resist her smile, Bradley smiled back at Marie. He put his hands on her hips, and listened to the song, smirking also. "I went for a walk... I wanted to enjoy the rain." He responded, unable to wipe the smile off of his face. "Are you... all healed up?" He asked with a little hesitation, eyeing the slight scar. He knew atleast the surface was healed, but whether or not her body had actually healed was another story.

Bradley smiled when she placed her head on his stony chest, and softly stroked her hair with one hand. "Forever, huh?" Bradley asked, hearing her sing quietly with the vocals to the song. "Forever sounds nice to me." He hugged her close to his body, putting his chin ontop of her head. But how much of this bloody torture could he take? How long would it be until he was forced to still her beating heart?

Bradley's face went grave as he looked downwards at Marie. "I'm not going to kill him." He said in a dull monotone. "I won't... and you certainly can't." He stared down at her with his jaw clentched. Death was a touchy topic for Bradley. He'd rather fight a vampire a million times than kill them once. But would he cross that line if it meant Marie's life? Of that, he wasn't sure.

"The first death is painful," Bradley said very softly, "more painful than you could possibly imagine." He knew she had never experienced the pain of "first death", or becoming a vampire. She had just been born with the venom in her blood. "I can only imagine how painful final death is." He mumbled, pressing his face into the top of her head and hugging her close.

Bradley stared off into space, obviously shaken by the memory of his first death. He grimaced lightly before finally responding to her musings. "That's generally true, but I'm pretty damned sure I could feel being burned to death." He answered, wincing at the mention of being burned. "Fire... I felt the fire the first time... but that was only in my veins. I can only imagine what it would be like to be engulfed in fire." His words were eerie and grim, but he spoke them in the same manner someone might be explaining their grim fate to a family member. Suddenly, his eyes slammed shut and he ground his teeth together, fighting off the memory of a friend reaching their final death. "The screams... the pleas... the screams..." He mumbled, engulfed in what he had seen only a year before.