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Sangre chuckled, raising a hand to run her fingers through his hair.

"Yep, you did," she replied, smirking. "Good job."

Then she pushed a paint-ball bullet into his shoulder with her hand, making it burst and the liquid getting both on her hand and his shirt.

She smirked at him.

"Merry Christmas."

Sangre shoved Lucian to the side, knocking him over and breaking the shield of his wings before leaping up into the air above the water balloons, twisting to land on the roof on the smaller tower that players could use before they could explode on her.

"Cheater!" She called good-naturedly as all the water balloons hit Lucian instead. "That's not fair! Here!" She took a grenade and unhooked it, looking over at the nearest sentry tower with a smirking look in her eye. "It's for you!"

With a throw that would make even a professional baseball pitcher cower in fear, she threw the grenade towards the tower, the object exploding on contact, showering the people inside with paint galore.

"Heh," she stated simply, smirking. "Three thousand points for taking out the snipers. I win."

Sangre grinned, stepping off of the roof to land lightly on the ground in front of it, padding over to Lucian to crouch down in front of him, smirking in satisfaction.

"Good," she stated simply, her eyes twinkling. "I knew you'd say that." Then she grinned, waving up at the tower where the last exclamation had come from. "And hey, thanks man! I'll buy you coffee sometime!" She looked back down at Lucian, something deadly and challenging flashing across her eyes. "And all yours huh?" She smirked. "When did that happen?"

Sangre stared at him, her expression unreadable.

His...? A vampire's...?

She was silent for a split-second.

How could I... betray them-?

It's not betrayal.

Ah-

It's not betrayal. Not if they betrayed you first.

Sangre merely gazed at him, her eyes swimming with emotion but at the same time guarded. It was always like that when she was deep in thought.

Sometimes it's okay.

But-

Sometimes it's okay to be selfish.

Then she chuckled, taking his hands away from her face and bracing herself above him.

"Why don't you ask me that when you're NOT covered in mud and paint?" She quipped, smirking and standing up, pulling him up with her. She waved to the towers. "Hey!" She called up. "Any place where we can rinse off? With hot water?"

Sangre laughed, pushing Lucian playfully.

"You dork!" She exclaimed, giggling. "You just had to turn it on before we stripped, didn't you? Now we'll have to wait for our clothes to dry!" But she wasn't really complaining. Their clothes needed to be washed anyway, and the still wet paint was literally melting away from their clothes, washing away into the drain beneath their feet. Then she smirked at him, her finger in one of his belt-loops. "And I'll help you later."

Suddenly he was yanked towards her, their bodies suddenly pressed close together and their lips together under the rain of the heated water, Sangre's hands pressing at Lucian's jaw and her touch rough and demanding - but so, so sexy - against his bare skin.

Sangre shook her head.

"No, I don't," she replied. "I won't have any more work until like, a week from now after the magazine rolls out for next month. Then I'll do another photo shoot for the next month's magazine." Then she rolled her eyes. "And I'm a model, Lucian," she replied simply. "When did you start to think that I care if they can see us?" Then she shrugged and poked him back, taking a step backwards before he could do the same, holding her hands up, palms facing Lucian. "But okay, if you're so modest about people that will probably buy us drinks afterwards for a good show, then I totally understand." She began to rub the stubborn paint spots out of her clothes, her lips pursed in mock acceptance as she looked down. It was obvious she was just toying with him. She wanted him as close to her as he could be - as he would let himself be - and she wanted it now.

Sangre watched him go, and it was only after he was out of sight did she lean against the pole where water poured down and sighed, closing her eyes.

Did I hurt him? She asked herself. Did avoiding the question hurt him? Did I just ruin everything?

"You never had anything to begin with," the lycanthrope part of her whispered to her. "You never had anything. He is a vampire. You are what you are. There is no chance."

She bit her lip, fighting against screaming in frustration.

What am I?! She demanded the lycanthrope part of her. A wolf?! A lycanthrope?! A monster?! Well?! WHAT AM I?!

Her canine teeth sliced neatly through her bottom lip, and she yelped in surprise as blood entered her mouth. Not because of pain, and not because of the taste, but the mere sensation of a liquid flowing into her mouth, dripping down her chin to wash down the drain with the paint.

She could only gaze down at the spiral of red as it vanished, unable to take her eyes away and doing nothing to nurse her bleeding lip as the water rained down.

She closed her eyes again, turning her head upwards to gaze up at the sky.

"I don't want it to be like that..." she breathed. She scrunched her face up in frustration. "Dammit, I hate this! I have no idea what I want, no idea what I should do! This sucks!"

You have every idea of what you want.

That third voice - her own instinct that wasn't lycanthrope and that wasn't bloodthirsty, the voice of her heart - spoke to her calmly, making her open her eyes and gaze down at the tile again.

You have every idea of what you should do. You're just afraid. Don't be afraid. For once in your life, be selfish. Be free.

Sangre was silent, her expression cloudy.

Allow him to love you.

She closed her eyes and pushed herself up into a stand, turning the water off and watching the steam rise into the chill afternoon air.

Allow yourself to love him.

Then she turned and followed after Lucian.