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 Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 4:36 pm
As she came angrily into the room, he wondered why he even went in here. Was he subconciously thinking of that night? The many times pleasure made him shudder and sigh, all in this room... and he was in it again, cornered.
His gaze locked onto hers, their color casting a radiant glow across her cheeks as she neared him. He felt resentment in the way she looked at him, her body language, the way her mind screamed revenge, and he pressed his back flat against the wall, nervous as she spoke.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" He queried faintly, trying only to look at her as he felt the sweat beading upon his forehead. "A surprise?" He stated, not amused or excited or very frightened... just nervous. He looked her over once, one of his upper fangs nearly cutting into his lip.
And then it slipped, so that it did puncture the thin skin, blood bubbling out of the little wound and down his chin as he stared dumbly at her.
"You... are..." he began, gray-blue eyes widening marginally as he lowered them, their depths becoming glassy as realization hit him head on. There, new life spurred in the demoness's womb, spawn of the demon... and the vampire.
This would explain the three presences, the auras, the raging dip and sway of her hormones. This would explain that feeling of being kicked in the head. This would explain why she was so intent on killing him.
"Oh, dear God."
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 4:52 pm
For a brief moment, all she had felt before slipped at the sound of his voice, memories breaking through the surface of her anger and causing her to pause. Despite herself, everything that had transpired, even what she had come here for, through it all she felt a small swell of desire blossom at the husky tones of his voice. But the feeling only succeeded in making her sick and pulling a soft hiss from her.
"Yes. I am." She spat quite clearly, each word spilling from her mouth like poison and filling the room. As if it needed further proof than the fact that the two life forms could be felt - their location plainly evident - she grabbed the hem of the shirt she wore and in one swift move, pulled it off. Her muscles shifted under tanned skin, wings slipping out of the slits in the back and arching behind her, seemingly happy to be free of the fabric.
Not that he hadn't seen it all before, but for her own peace of mind she had donned a simple black bra beneath the shirt, the latter being crumpled angrily within her hands. Her pants rode low on her hips, perhaps lower than was necessary, but she wanted him to see what he had done to her. Though still in good shape, the slight swell of her abdomen was painfully obvious, even in the darkness of the room.
"You... you..." She stuttered furiously, trying to think up some insult that would justify what he had done to her. Her pretty face twisted in anger, eyes flashing, and at a loss for words she let out a loud snarl, doing the first thing that came to her mind.
She threw the balled up t-shirt at him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 1:50 pm
He blanched at her confirmation, even though he was already quite sure that the demoness was pregnant. Dropping his head momentarily, he tried to gather his thoughts, and shock slowly welled up in him, along with Giada’s other emotions and the twins’. It was all quite overwhelming, and he touched two fingers to his temples pressing firmly as if it would help.
He stared idly at her wings as they stretched and shifted at their freedom, and hardly even noticed as the shirt hit his chest and fell quietly to the floor. As it slowly registered, he looked back up at her, brows hitching at her anger and confusion. Stooping low to grab the rumpled piece of fabric, he paused, taking in her swollen belly and also spying on the two forms inside. His eyes were clearer now, tinged with red as he recognized the future children as … his own.
“I…,” he spluttered, straightening with the shirt hanging in both hands. “I did this. This is…,” his lips quivered for an instant as he found trouble uttering the last words, “…my fault.” His knees felt weak, and he nearly dropped the shirt as his hands begun to shake, his mind reeling with the blame. My fault… His heart raced and he fell to his knees, a hollow ‘thud’ following as sweaty palms supported him. The vampire didn’t know whether to scream or to cry as he knelt there, staring hard at the floor in front of the demon’s feet.
“I’m… sorry.”
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 2:27 pm
Still shaking with fury, she watched blankly as his already pale skin paled further, becoming almost translucent in the gloom. It gave her a sick sense of satisfaction that he should take the news badly, fingertips gently probing his temple for some form of relief, and she narrowed her eyes a little, chin tilting upwards slightly.
Not that it was some sort of victory over the vampire - how could it be? - and the sense of accomplishment quickly dwindled as again, the reality of the situation settled over her like a thick blanket. The depression she had been feeling as of late had slowly started to sink its teeth into her anger, and as a last effort to hang onto the vicious rage she bared her fangs and echoed his words, "Yes, it is your fault."
As if to remind her it takes two to tango, she felt another sudden pressure build within her abdomen, pinpointing into a dull throb of pain before easing up and vanishing. She turned her eyes down to her bare stomach for a brief second before lifting them back to the vampire, blinking in surprise and taking a step back as he fell onto his knees. Her wings and tail fidgeted equally for a moment as she stared at him, a bit taken aback at his agonized actions, and his words fell in a way that broke the small part of her that had been denying the finality of her pregnancy.
"You... you should be." She whispered hoarsely, responding to the vampire's apology, and she tried desperately to keep together the sharp edge of her earlier rage even as it melted in her grasp, being replaced with a miserable, hollow feeling. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides, entire frame trembling, but the shudders gripping her were no longer fueled with anger, and as she spoke her voice nearly broke, "You should be..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 4:24 pm
A couple of hours later, when all was said and done, and Giada had left for a walk to clear her head, Lars sank into a large brown armchair, head thrown back against the top cushion. A heavy sigh poured from his lips, lifting strands of hair from around his face as he analyzed the situation until he could get no more out of it. He racked his brains every few minutes for a better solution than the last, and most often came up with things that were almost impossible or guaranteed to anger the demoness. His fists were clenched on the arms of the chair, slamming down against them occassionally when he grew intolerably frustrated.
Still clad in nothing but a pair of boxers, he drew forward, hunching over to lean his chin in his open palms, elbows resting on his knees as he thought some more. The sputtering flames of small candles and tealights were all about the room, as they were lit the moment Giada left. They burned away at their wicks, wax oozing down their bodies and giving little solace to the desperate vampire.
What were they going to do?
Would they keep the children? Seperate them at birth and go their seperate ways, keeping their bitter past from them as they grew? Raise them together?
Lars loosed a small chuckle at his last thought, hands sliding up to hold his head, fingers embedded in the mane of peppered hair. No sane god in the sky would let that happen, he mused, a small quirk of a smile revealing a glistening fang. Or would they? He sat quite still after that, turning the thought over and over in his mind, pulling out the pros and cons of that particular solution.
It wasn't that bad of an idea, was it?
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 4:53 pm
The impromptu stroll she had taken did little to clear her head and did even less to calm her nerves; the moon and stars hidden behind a thick blanket of grey clouds that hung low in the sky. They had threatened rain the moment she had stormed outside and had fulfilled their vow just forty minutes after the demoness had left the gaping opening of the vampire's home. It wasn't a sensational downpour, but it had been enough to moderately soak her hair and jeans. She silently brooded over not bothering to put her shirt back on as she had stormed out of the musty, underground house - moments later loosing a painful, husky laugh into the night as she realized she was annoyed over it because she wondered how the cold weather would fare on her children.
Her children. Twins.
The thought still brought a faintly nauseas feeling into her stomach, and she wasn't sure if that was coming solely from her or partly from her pregnancy. She had never, ever anticipated this, had never wanted this, but now it had happened and she had to deal with it, had to deal with him. The realization that her whole life was going to change weighed her down so much that she had had to stop and sit on the side of the path for a few minutes, hunched forward and breathing deeply. Pregnant. Children. Twins. Her, a mother.
As she had turned back the way she had come, she tried to wipe the crystal droplets from her exposed skin and squeeze the excess out of her long hair, locks that were now wavy and curling at the ends from the rain, and she turned her mind towards anything other than the two life forms currently nestled safely within her womb. She would have to think about it sooner or later, but out in the open, surrounded by a night that seemed impossible black and desolate, she really, really didn't want to ponder the rest of her life just now.
But as she stepped up to where the doors had hid the vampire's house from the world, lank bangs hanging in front of her eyes, she finally relented and brought up the possible scenarios and their outcomes, unbeknownst to her, much in the same manner the creature within the home had been doing since she had left. Should she keep them? Get rid of them? Relinquish them to someone after their birth? Would he care? Be a part of their lives? Did she care if he was?
Are they boys or girls?
That one thought broke through all the others, silencing them, and she realized that yes, she would keep them and care for them, protect them and maybe even come to love them in time... though she couldn't fathom caring for anyone so deeply. She could, of course, sense their gender had she thought about it, but the whole situation was taking its toll and the thought to do so didn't occur to her. The only thoughts that did were ones about what would happen and how things would play out.
As she stepped down into where this had all started and where it might all end, her earlier uncertainty and anger held no ground; muddy boots imprinting tracks across the ground, just as her bare feet had before, though that already seemed like a lifetime ago. She didn't need to speak with him about anything, she could just leave and raise them on her own without ever knowing if he wanted to be a part of it or not. But... there was a small part of her that wanted to know, was curious about how he was feeling and what he was thinking, what he would say and do, and so she slowly made her way to the room she had left him in hours before.
She hesitated just outside the door for a moment, feeling him within, but she didn't pry to see how exactly his emotions were faring. To protect herself, she raised a sort of mental barrier, to keep him from picking up anything she might not want him to pick up. She flicked her hair over her shoulder with one hand and crossed over the threshold, immediately spotting the vampire in a leather armchair.
Her full lips thinned a little and her eyes narrowed, but she was able to keep any outburst in check, at least for now. Glancing around, she silently made her way to another chair, across from where the vampire sat and beyond a moderately sized coffee table. His posture suggested him to be deep in thought, though his eyes were open and alert. She suddenly felt a slight discomfort at being back in this place, missing the night air already, but she slowly sank down onto the leather cushion; wings folding up tightly against her back as her wet jeans slid against her skin rather uncomfortably. She crossed her legs and leaned back, a bit weary, tail curling forward to drop down beside one leg - its pointed end resting against the floor. She glared across the room at the vampire, the faint light from the candles flickering in her eyes and dark skin aglow with their golden fire.
She'd be damned if she was going to be the first to say anything.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 4:10 pm
The vampire pursed his lips as she approached the front doors, though that was all the movement he made until the heat of her glare caused him to shift, avoiding her eyes. He dropped his hands, lifting his head to sigh harshly before leaning back on the chair in almost the same position the demon was in as she entered the study and sat down.
Neater hair framed his face now, the length of it pulled over one bare shoulder as he tried to think of something to say, some perfect gesture that would end their conflict and provide the absolute solution to the sudden parenthood. Her brooding anger was almost as piercing as her eyes, and he chewed the inside of his cheek in last-minute thought.
But he had made up his mind before he had ever really started thinking.
What could he say? What could he do?
How could he even address the situation? After a few moments of mental debate, he leaned forward, clearly uncomfortable with everything in the room, and looked over to her, noticing her drenched hair and lack of proper clothing. A chill ran up his spine as he laid darkening denim eyes on her face, its fine structure contorted into a permanent scowl which reflected immediately back onto the vampire’s face.
“So… demon,” he started thickly, realizing he didn’t even know the predator’s name, “This is your decision more than it is mine, I believe, but I want to be part of their lives.” He stated this bluntly, resisting the urge to glare back at her, instead relying on a cool, half-mast gaze. “I want...,” though he wasn’t sure he should say it so defiantly and so let his voice drop to a low, almost growling tone,” I want them to know their father.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 5:18 pm
Giada's eyes narrowed at his idle movements, her radiant gaze trying to decipher a message within them, some secret meaning behind each gesture he made. Most seemed to be wasted energy, however - the vampire looked as grievously stressed as she was, and somehow that only succeeding in feeding her anger. The demoness silently sneered at him, contempt etched across her pretty features, You think I care how you feel? I'm the one carrying our children inside my body!
Their children. Somehow that phrase made her slightly queasy, and yet it made another part of her feel differently... she didn't want to explore this part. Her lips thinned into a dark gash across her face; the sickly grey pallor underneath her tan undetectable in the faint golden lighting the candles threw out. Her shoulders visibly tensed as he leaned forward, not bracing for any violent reaction, but not ignoring the idea either. Her tail flicked irritably as he addressed her with a tone less than warm.
"Vampire," She spat back, not even waiting to hear his words before retaliating to his husky tone. She hissed loudly at his 'proposal', eyes flashing with fury. How dare he demand something of her after what he did!
"You can go ******** yourself for all I care!" She snarled, uncrossing her legs and slamming her fisted hands onto the arms of the chair she sat in. She leaned forward and bared her teeth at him, now more outraged at his words than the situation itself, "You think it matters to me what you want? Hardly! And if you think demanding it from me will somehow help your slim chances, I've already heard more than enough." She slid forward in the chair slightly and though she remained tensed, muscles stiff beneath copper skin and fingers digging into the smooth leather, she didn't make any attempt to head for the door.
Yet.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 10:15 pm
Their children.
As it rang in her mind, it rang in his, loud and forceful and spiteful, biting into his temples and causing him to wince and grit his teeth. He didn’t know quite how to take it – was it a blessing or a curse? Of all things, it was definitely unexpected, and he loathed to think what was going on in Giada’s mind. Some epic battle of hormones, I’m sure.
He stretched out his legs as she struck back, crossing his ankles and resting his feet on the coffee table that lay between them, trying to act casual and unaffected. Lars tossed his head as she cursed, his mind racing now as she continued to accuse him and not care. After scratching idly at his stubbled chin, he chuckled quietly and ran his fingers through his hair, the strands falling gracefully back over his eyes as a mocking grin broke across his lips.
“You wouldn’t have come back if you didn’t care for my opinion.” He was slow and cautious in picking his words, though his voice was strong and didn’t falter. “And if they come to be anything like you -or me, for that matter-,” he paused to remember her exact words from just after he made his ‘demand’, “you won’t want to raise them alone.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:08 am
The vampire's words had such an impact on her that for a moment, she was quite literally speechless - though her outward appearance didn't change in the slightest. He was right, and she hadn't even realized it until now, when she heard the words spoken to her; she really didn't want to raise them alone. She had never wanted to be a mother, had never even considered it, and now that she was... expecting... the thought of rearing young - on her own or otherwise - terrified her.
But that didn't mean she had to let this cocky, arrogant vampire know it, and she wasn't going to.
"You have no idea what I want," She replied, low voice rumbling as she eyed him from across the table, gaze heated. If he thought he had won some crucial point in their battle or argument or whatever the hell this was with what he had just said, he was sadly mistaken. His smug a** was about to get a serious dose of bitter reality, happily given to him by the demon he had impregnated.
She flattened her hands out onto the arms of the chair, only to draw them into a fist once again, though she raked her nails across the fine leather, ruining its surface. More with the intent to prove a point to him - and herself - she stood, wings unfurling behind her, enjoying the fact that they were no longer crushed between her body and the chair's high back. She gave him one last glare; one that surely would have killed him had it the power, and then silently turned and headed for the door. Half of her hoped that he'd let her go without another word, the vicious, spiteful half that she had listened to all her life, but there was another voice within her now, and she wasn't so sure that it was merely her out of sync hormones bitching at her.
That voice wanted something else...
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 11:51 am
His brows drew together and he nearly leapt at her as she spoke, his eyes matching hers in their ferocity. She was being so difficult! This is hard for me too, you know. The vampire’s lips parted momentarily, several things to retort with coming rapidly to mind, though he quickly clamped them shut before anything could slip. He inhaled sharply, letting the breath out in a hiss as she dragged her nails along the chair, the leather broken, raised, and discolored as she let it go.
Was she testing him? Did she really want to see how far she could push him on such a delicate issue?
He didn’t expect her to get up after that, and flinched slightly as her glare pierced right through him, ears perking slightly as her wings were let go. Before he realized it, she had made it through to the hallway and was on her way, and he silently berated himself for ever having met her in the first place. They were getting nowhere and had very little time to be arguing like this! His nerves were fried, jaw clenched, teeth grinding as he growled, trying to level himself before he did anything else that would drive her – and his children - further away. Taking a few steps from the armchair, he suddenly disappeared, a small plume of dust rising from the ground he had just stood over.
He teleported just in front of the stairs leading out, arms outstretched and hands splayed against the walls on either side of him, blocking her way. He rolled his head forward, hair laying calmy over his chest and one deep blue eye as he stared forward at her approaching form.
“I don’t think it would be wise to walk away from this situation, no matter how grave it seems.” His voice was low and quiet, not threatening, but instead coaxing and understanding… especially for this cocky, arrogant vampire.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 12:16 pm
b*****d! Who did he think he was? Did he really expect her to just sit there on her a** and listen to the crap that fell from his conceited mouth? He was right in one aspect, it was more her decision than his, and she had decided that if that was how he was going to be, he would never see her children - their children.
Our children...
Giada put a hand to the side of her head as she walked, a dull, thumping pain in her temples finally making its presence known. This was so screwed up! One night of wild, passionate sex and this is what she gets for it, of all the times she had wantonly slept with someone... why now? Why him? It made her sick!
She came to an abrupt halt as a deeper shadow fell across the floor in front of her, glowing eyes jerking up from the floor to meet the vampire's as he stood in her way. She lowered her hand from her temple and issued a soft hiss, unconsciously placing her palm against her bare stomach. At his words another soft snarl fell from her dark lips, but the sound didn't hold as much conviction as it once had, "I'm not running away from the situation. I'm getting the hell away from you."
She gritted her teeth, falling silent for a moment. As her other hand came up and overlapped the one already resting against her abdomen, she bowed her head lightly; bangs sliding across her face and gaze lowering to the floor at the vampire's feet. She was tired, and all arguing seemed to do was make it worse, but she was bitter towards the fact that she couldn't hold on to her anger, just as before; it was slowly dying, only this time she couldn't seem to revive it.
"Why do you care?" She asked softly, not even realizing she was going to say something until she had already said it. She didn't lift her head or meet his gaze through her bangs, and had it not been for her lack of clothing and exposed upper body, she may very well have looked like a brooding child, lost and confused. Standing there in the darkness, gently caressing her skin with one thumb, she certainly felt at a loss. She was unprepared for this as anyone could have ever been, this scared her and she knew it, and she was slowly beginning to not care if the vampire knew this as well.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 6:03 pm
The vampire’s eyes softened a touch as she snarled, brows hitching slightly as he tried to remain calm and collected. His hands shook on the walls, the muscles in his arms and chest trembled and twitched, his breaths came in long, heavy drags, as if he were fighting for it.
He didn’t know what to do.
And now that she had dropped her head, he silently cursed himself and the situation countless times, each time more futile than the last. His torso was rigid as he sucked in air in a quiet hiss, lips parted just enough to see the faint glimmer of teeth. Why did he care? Why wouldn’t he! Lars dipped his head further so that his chin nearly brushed his collarbone in his mental crucifixion.
…What other reason was there than that they were also his children?
But he couldn’t say that. He was sure she would tear off his head (or something else) if he vocalized any opinion of that nature. They were in her body, and therefore in her control, after all…
But what did that have to do with anything? They were pretty much half his.
Half his chromosomes, half his.
He wanted to be part of it, damnit.
But honestly, what could he do? Nothing. I can’t do anything. Half-lidded eyes glittered with new tears, not yet falling as he stared blankly at the demon’s swollen belly. Closing his eyes warily, crystalline droplets of liquid poured from his eyes, streaking down his cheeks and down his chin, where they hung on the skin until they fell. A few may have hit her bare belly, though that was all the evidence anyone could’ve seen of the vampire crying. His hair was swathed haphazardly across his face, obscuring everything but his chin. Lars had leaned dangerously close, and could’ve fallen forward if he didn’t have the meager support of his arms.
“…I,” he started, but his stomach leapt into his throat, tears choking him until he dared to speak again. “Please…,” he begged, a fresh wave of tears running down his face, “I don’t know what to do.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 10:56 am
He didn't know what to do? He didn't have to do anything! He didn't have to talk, he didn't have to try and figure something out, he didn't have to... didn't have to... do this. He was a vampire, he wasn't supposed to care, damnit! His feeling of obligation was making her care more than she should, more than she thought she should, and she didn't like it.
"And you think I do?" She hissed softly as he spoke, brow and nose unconsciously crinkling. She tried to make the words sound resentful and bitter, but her own emotion caused her tone to be raw, her voice even cracking on the last syllable. She clamped her jaws shut as a lump formed in her throat, refusing to say anything else, disgusted with herself for feeling so... so what exactly? Depressed and angry, a little confused, bitter, a little... helpless.
Her body visibly twitched as she felt cold droplets of water land against the smooth skin of her abdomen; closed lids lifting to reveal a soft, magenta glow. She lightly smeared them across her skin with the pad of her thumb before raising her head, thoughts of another bout of rain coming to mind. But instead of moving to get a view of the opening behind the vampire, the brief glance she cast to his shadowed face caused her to freeze. He was...
...crying.
Her lips parted as she inhaled softly, surprise widening her eyes as she watched the tears roll down from beneath his bangs and drop from his chin. She was unsure of what to say or do, and it amazed her that when something finally came to mind, it wasn't to slap him but to take his hands in her own. She figured he would just shove her away if she did that, after all, the whole situation warranted them to fight as they had been... but this...
Hesitantly, she raised a hand and lightly touched her fingertip to one of the tears as it poised itself on his jaw, readying to fall and join the others. She slid her finger back and placed her palm against his face; index finger tracing the curve of his earlobe as her thumb wiped away the tears along one side.
"For Christ's sake..." Though the murmured words were sharp, her touch was ever gentle, more so, her eyes no longer held the fire of anger. His tears almost made her want to shed tears of her own, but she had never in her life cried, and she wasn't about to do so now, even for this. One thing she did realize was that, as much as this might draw them together, it would never be anything other than hard, for everyone, and they would never be anything more than the parents of their children.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 9:50 pm
.:Sleeping Beauty:. So, this is what happened when he allowed her to wander about on her own. To pause in her endless search, to rest, to rethink, to dawdle. To lose sight of her goal, the goal that had once consumed her very being, the goal that had once left her with no second to lose, no thought to spare, the goal that at one point was the only thing she cared about, the only thing she lived for. But now... he had let her slip too far from him and she had faltered, had strayed from the path he had set before her, had ruined the plans he had for her.
This is what she had done to herself, done to him.
Pregnant.
The very idea horrified and sickened him. Of all the stupid things she had ever done surely - surely! - this was the very worst of them, quite possibly the worst even if one were to combine all the rest. After all the males she had been with over the years, he had thought that she would never let this happen. It wasn't supposed to happen.
Not until he wanted it to happen.
Razael stepped away from the wall and into the room, the silence of the night engulfing the feather soft sound of his footfalls as he came to stand at the foot of the bed. The shadows of the room seemed to come alive as his figure moved away from them, their inky, bodiless existence stretching out like tendrils, desperately writhing and attempting to cling onto their master even as he parted from them.
His golden, red-ringed eyes burned brightly, cutting through the darkness as he gazed down at the slumbering demon. She had opted to leave the vampire's underground home and settle in the humble surroundings of a town’s inn, something she did from time to time on her quest; the quest that now seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind. Her bloodlust and desire for vengeance had been temporarily curbed, it seemed, and it pained him slightly when he realized he wasn't quite sure how to rekindle the old, passionate flame she had once carried while searching for him.
But... perhaps he was being too hasty in his judgment of himself. Perhaps he did indeed know of a way.
Silently, he made his way around the bed, coming to stand to one side. Giada lay on her back, head tilted to one side, silken hair spilling across the ashen pillow almost like liquid. One hand lay against her gently swelling stomach and the other, curled into a loose fist, rested just beneath her chin. A thin lock of violet hair lay across one cheek, and he gently brushed it back; tucking it behind her pointed ear. She stirred in the slightest, brow creasing for a moment and lips thinning, but she relaxed only a moment later.
She looked so young, so innocent; she truly had no idea how tantalizing she was to him, how... utterly seductive. It was she who could make him feel this way, only she who could ignite such a flame within him, even by a mere glimpse of her prone form. Never before had any left him feeling this way, and as much as he insulted her, teased her, strung her along in this little game, as much as he hurt her, he would never kill her. Oh no, of all that had come before her, she was the most precious of her bloodline.
Slowly, he leaned down over her, fiery hair spilling over his shoulders, the tips not even an inch away from touching the skin of her face. He splayed the fingers of one hand and curved them along her face, yet he didn't touch her, no, lest she awaken. Better to let her lie, asleep and unaware. Slowly, hand hovering, he trailed it down along her jaw and neck, along one smooth shoulder, around the swell of her breast, the curve of her hip, until it came to rest above her own hand that lay against her abdomen.
Though he never once touched her, his eyes sparked with the imagined feel of her body, the heat that arose from her, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, in and out, the deep and even breathing of one that dreams. He allowed his eyes to slide closed for a brief moment, inhaling softly through his nose to catch the heady, perfumed scent of the woman that lay before him, a smile touching his dark lips.
"You are still mine, my dear, and in time I shall come to collect what is owed to me."
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