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Sangre giggled, pushing her head into the crook of his neck affectionately, enjoying the contact. She closed her eyes.

"Take my words however you wish to," she murmured, his body warm compared to the cool lockers pressing at her back. It seemed as if he had recently fed. Either way, she enjoyed it. "Hm... eighteen minutes..."

The bell to release students to class rang and Sangre broke out of the lusty trance she had sunken into, her back pressed against the single uncluttered wall and her shirt pushed roughly upwards, gathered about her neck with her pants rudely scrunched around her hips, the belt and button undone.

Six minutes until class began.

But she didn't move, not for the moment.

For some reason, or rather for no apparent reason, she remembered her 'Onni-sai's words.

It depressed her.

Dammit, what am I doing thinking about that now?

To take her mind off it, she pushed herself against Lucian's bare chest, burying her face in his pale skin.

I don't want to go to class. She thought. I don't want to be here. I want to leave. Let me leave.

((Oh... steamy. xd ))

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That's all I have to say. xd ))

Sangre's eyes widened as she gazed at the pale skin of his neck, her heart leaping into her throat.

Love?

No. She wouldn't. She couldn't. The lycanthrope inside her then decided to scream, "Vampire vampire vampire!" in her mind, roaring it like a mantra. Suddenly it decided it cared that Lucian was a vampire. It cared that Lucian was a race the Lycanthropes have fought and hated for centuries, thousands upon thousands of years. Suddenly it decided to care.

So not ******** fair...

She closed her eyes, pulling Lucian closer in a silent act of rebellion as her animalistic side screamed at her to pull away, to pull away and tear out his throat and do all of the things she should've done that first instant he had stepped inside Travis' mansion.

But she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't want to.

Her shoulders gently trembling with the strain of fighting against every instinct that commanded her to tear him apart, her arms tightened around him, her face turned away from his as her cheek pressed against his chest.

"Let's leave," she breathed, suddenly coming to a decision. "You don't need to be here, I don't want to be here, let's not go to school today. Let's leave. Right now. Go anywhere except here."

Sangre straightened up her clothes and checked her gloves before nodding to Lucian.

"Yes, everything's fine," she replied, smiling convincingly with her cheeks still tinged red from the 'fun' they had just had. Still with the ******** 'LOVE' stuff-! It wasn't the first time she had had to lie about her well-being, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. She had trained herself, had been trained by others, to lie perfectly.

Sometimes she wished someone could see through it so, just once, someone would look her in the eye and say "Tell the truth."

But of course, she had been taught too well, it was too much of a habit now.

No one had told her that for over one hundred years.

Grinning, she took one of his hands in both of hers, pulling him forward.

"C'mon! Let's go!" She stated excitedly. "You want to go, right? Let's do it!"

Sangre flinched when he slammed his fist into the wall before she could stop herself, his knuckles barely a hair's width away from her ear. If anything, she hadn't expected that from him. What had she done wrong?

No. What had she said wrong?

There's no way he could've...

Opening her eyes, she lifted her chin to gaze up at him, having to tighten her hands into fists to stop herself from immediately lashing out.

"You don't even know him!" The lycanthrope inside of her roared. "He is a vampire! An enemy to our kind! What the hell were you thinking?! Now look! Now look at what you've done! Now you're going to DIE!"

No... I'm not.

I won't let it.

"Lucian..." she breathed, not even daring to blink. "...What's wrong?"

Sangre's heart skipped a beat when he touched cheeks with her, his fingers warm interlaced in her own.

She drew in a breath and opened her mouth to speak, but found she couldn't. She couldn't utter a sound.

How is it that a vampire... can see more than my entire race?

Her bottom lip trembled.

"It's a trick!" The untrusting canine part of her repeated. "A trap! A trick! Any moment now he's going to sink his fangs into you and there you go! Gone! You can't trust him!"

After a moment, Sangre relaxed as she realized something.

If he really wanted to do that, he would've done it by now.

She was still silent. Instead, she pulled her hand from his, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close, pressing her face into the skin of the crook of his neck.

I can't. She thought, praying he'd understand as her fingers trembled against the softness of his shirt. I can't. I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone. Please understand. Just stay with me. Please. Just be here. She bit her lip, realizing it for the first time -

I can't do this on my own.

((Well my dear DoF, I believe I will call it a night. It has been marvelous rping with you again. Adieu.))

Lucian noted her trembling and didn’t need to say anything more. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and rested his chin on her head. “Let’s go get something to eat. This time you ride with me.” With one hand still wrapped around her waist, he led her out of the closet and down the halls. Satisfied that the halls were empty now, he walked her all the way to his motorcycle. Slipping on his sunglasses, he put the helmet on Sangre. “My fearless one, are you ready?”