Let me taste your breathe one last time. [Violet]

[Adam Connor Ledwith]

I've Got The Gift Of One Liners.

And You've Got The Curse Of Curves.




You're A Dead Fit,

But My Wit Won't Allow It.

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The night was young as the clock ticked just half past nine and Adam was ready for his usual stroll. "Oye, dollface, I'd never forget about you," his british accent flushed through the phone, "Of course last night was special...yes...oh, no, don't do that...Amber." Heaving a sigh, Adam slowly snapped the phone shut. He seriously had to stop giving his 'one night stand' girls his phone number. All they wanted to hear were the same things over and over again. It was a new night, that meant it was time for new adventures, new beds to fill, and more stories to gain. Life was good for Adam. His charming wits had yet to fail him, and they were not going to anytime soon. For Adam had tried to perfect this habit for years now, and once he had got a handle on things, very few women had been able to escape his grasp. The usual sky scrapers lefts bright lights rather then deepened shadows against the gruff sidewalk. The slight clank of his shoes echoed with each step he took. A cigarette had been dangling between his lips as he inhaled, continuously looking at his watch.

A deep cloud of smoke had surounded him as he slowly blew out rings between his lips. His nostrils flarings as he exhaled, letting out that same branch of cloudy smoke. Drawing his fingers to the cigarette, he pulled it away from his lips before dropping it on the dark and misty floor. Letting his shoe extinguish the remaining flame before Adam had made a sharp turn around the corner of the nearest block. Clubbing? Billiards?..hmm... He prodded on what the night had in store for him. Should he go dancing? Meet a couple of more women, for he would never tire of them. Or should he just sit back with the boys, and play some pool? Then again, Adam was never much for dancing and he had never offered to dance unless it was to win over a certain female. Bah, he thought bitterly, I'll just go for a drink. A simple drink wouldn't harm anyone, and stopping for one would not waste the night away. England had busy streets such as the streets of New York, but the clubs were far from anything in this busy city. The amounts of fun, sex, and parties would never go over his head. New York was the place to party, which is why Adam had no trouble flying out there every couple of weeks or months.

The thick smell of pretzals crouded him as he past by small shops and carts along the streets. He pranced across the block, flipping off anyone who dared honk in his direction. "Get the fuck outta the road," A civilian driver had stuck his head out of the car, flaring his horn at Adam. "Suck my dick, asshole," Adam shot him a deathening glare as he waved him off. Oh the lovely civilians of New York. They surely were something to be proud of. Adam had waisted no time to head to the nearest bar and club.

He had entered a deepened and entrancing room, neon lights had been shooting their glorious lights in many directions. As though the club itself wanted to lure everyone physical body that had entered its sweaty and misty room. The dance floor was jam packed with moving and grinding bodies. Sex on the dance floor. How amusing. Adam had cought imediate sight of the bar, and didn't have to hesitate before heading toward it's lustrous direction. Sliding into a seat and knocking upon the glass counter, "One beer." The night surely was bright, and Adam had already scanned his eyes against the crowd of moving bodies for his next victom.

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[*Violet Elizabeth Rosewater]

Violet was in New York for the second time again with her father . He had to met up with his business workers again only this time it was for two weeks they where staying. "Now Rose I don't expect you to stay in this hotel room but if your going out I want you to send me a text message telling me where your going and when you should be back alright? " Her father said as he fixed his tie in her hotel room. She nodded ." Of course Dad I won't go wondering without you knowing. I know how much you get freaked out. " She replied . " Well what do you expect darling ? New York is a big dangerous place . This is new territory for you . Not like back home where you know the whole damn place by memory ". He then looked at his watch and sighed " It's time for me to go to the business party . I'll be back late , bye Violet " with that he kissed her forehead and walked out the door of her room. She said goodbye and closed the door of her room . She locked the door and looked in the mirror and smirked.

Oh yeah tonight she was gonna to have fun. Violet was the type who liked to go explore , no matter where she was. she started to get ready to go out to the clubs and party. She started by taking a bath and quickly washing her hair. After a twenty minute shower she came out and looked at her clothes wondering what to wear. She finally decided on a black strapless dress that hit just a bit below mid thigh . She then put on some black one-inch heels to go with it . She then continued her preparations as she put on some eyeliner , eyeshadow and lip gloss. She then started to blow-dry her hair and but a small black bow in it .

She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked pretty darn good. She then put on a jacket and put some money , and her hotel key in her small black purse and put on her jacket. She then texted her dad saying she was going out to see the city and go to a club she'd be back at around 3 am . She then left the Hotel grounds and grabbed a taxi cab . She told the taxi driver to take her to a decent club that was close by.The taxi driver nodded his head and took her to a club that was oh twenty minutes away from the hotel . She smiled and paid him as she got out of the car she took out her fake I.D and walked over to the bouncer. He was a big guy very muscular with black shades and a buzz cut. "I.D mam" He said. She handed him her I.D and he looked at it then at her and let her in .She smiled and took her I.D back and walked into the club. The music was pumping and loud and everyone was out on the dance floor having a good time. She walked over to the bar and sat down " May I have just a strawberry daiquiri ?,thank you " she said. Her British accent really stood out against all these New Yorkers.

[Adam Connor Ledwith]

I've Got The Gift Of One Liners.

And You've Got The Curse Of Curves.




You're A Dead Fit,

But My Wit Won't Allow It.

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Adam waited patiently, but for what? He did not know. He took slow sips of his drink, ordering one after the other. The one drink he had been looking forward to had turned into to several. His Patience had not grown ill, but weary of the loud drastic music. He could not sum up the reason as to why he had not left already. It was odd, for Adam has a low temper, and he was not likely to stay put when something gravels him. He stayed put, none the less. Drawing his hand into his pocket and sidling a cigarette from the packet. He awkwardly placing the rough cancer stick into his mouth, setting it aflame. Inhaling as he did so, he closed his eyes for a moment tilting his head back as though he had fallen ill. But that was not the case. Hunger had graveled into his stomach, but not for the taste of pizza, fries, or burgers. No. Nothing that was handmade could satisfy him tonight. This was the downfall of being a werewolf, this is what he despised about it. The lack of delectable taste when he was forced to eat a deer or some wooden creature. Yes, he found it scrumptious, just like the hound he was.

A shiver ran down Adam's spine, making him sit up straight. His posture had enhanced into a strong hold, unlike the slouch he had fallen into earlier. He was not in the mood for women tonight, which was odd in Adam's case. Usually, he was in the mood for women every night. Monster or not, he was bound to wake up the next morning with a new girl in his bed. And how likely was it that this one night, he had not thought twice about women after his second booze. In most cases, this would not be the predicament. But tonight, all Adam could think about was running free. Eating from the fresh meat of mother nature and giving in to her world. Then why wasn't he leaving? Why was he enduring drink after drink? Adam was the least to know.

"May I have just a strawberry daiquiri? Thank you, " The sweet sound of his home accent had filled his heart, his ears, and his soul. Eyes fluttering open for just a split second, before closing once more. Adam draped his hand across his forehead before he fully pulled back into awareness. A British accent. How rare it would that on this day he would run into a mate from his own land. "From Britain, I see," He turned his sharp eyes in her direction, but he had pulled a smirk across his lips. His accent lighter then her own, but sensibly matched. "It is not likely that I would find another in these parts," Adam chuckled softly. Oh, how the hunger clenched his stomach. Oh, how he just wanted to flee into the night. "Adam," he solemnly held out his hand, "And I must say, it is a great and gallant pleasure to meet you."

He ignored his mother nature and he ignored his yearning to run. To transform into the hound that he was and run wild. To drape against any creature and tear it's heart out. The moon was calling him, though it was not full tonight.

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[*Violet Elizabeth Rosewater]

The bar tender nodded her head and went to get her a drink . She sat there waiting for her drink . She looked around the big club as people continued to dance on the floor. She felt as the though the music was even louder now and there where more people in the club. She wish she could find a club like that near her home. Violet knew that she'd have to drive out farther for that to happen . She felt a vibration in her small handbag to see it was a text from her Dad " Al rightly then , be safe have fun , just not TOO much fun " she laughed at her Father's text message. "Dad their is never such a thing as TOO much fun " She replied as she closed her cell phone .

She then looked at the crowd again for someone decent to approach . She was looking to have a good time and if your in a club you can't have a good time if your by your self the whole night sitting there like an idiot just drinking away.

Though she did meet a good number of men at the pubs in her area who would rather just drink the night away and that was their idea of a fun night. Not to Violet though, oh no she needed some drinks , a pal and to dance to consider it a successful night.The bar tender finally came back with her strawberry daiquiri . She took a sip and smiled. It had just the right amount of alcohol but it was still sweet and a bit tangy from the strawberry .Or maybe it was the alcohol that gave it a tang to it , she wasn't really sure. Violet then heard something and sensed something that really surprised her .

"From Britain, I see," . She looked up from her drink to see a guy near her age though she had a feeling he was more near twenty then seventeen "It is not likely that I would find another in these parts," Adam chuckled softly. "Adam," he solemnly held out his hand, "And I must say, it is a great and gallant pleasure to meet you." She smiled at him politely . She didn't think she'd meet another British person in a New York club. Just goes to show you don't ever know what your gonna run into when you go to America.

"Your right I didn't think I'd find another British person in these parts at all. "She replied. She took his hand and shook it firmly. " It's nice to meet you Adam , my name's Violet " She said. She then looked at him and raised one of her eyebrows a bit at him because she could sense that he was a werewolf. Violet didn't have anything against werewolves , on the contrary one of her closest friends was indeed a werewolf. Usually when she meet one they weren't the nicest to her to say the least because of her species. With one eyebrow still slightly raised she said " I'm surprised your being so nice Adam . I'm more surprised you talking to me though. I mean when I meet someone of your kind they give me dirty looks then introductions. It looks like they want to tear me apart right on the spot before I could even get a word out "

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Notes:Sorry the first one was so short >.<

[Adam Connor Ledwith]

I've Got The Gift Of One Liners.

And You've Got The Curse Of Curves.




You're A Dead Fit,

But My Wit Won't Allow It.

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An insufficient clicking sound escaped Adam, as he casually pressed the tip of his tounge against the bridge of his mouth. His eyes were darting from figure to figure on the canvas where bodies were migrating to the beat of the music. They were holding an intense gaze, the pools of blue darkening against the dim light of the pub. A hand drew up as he pressed the cold and icey glass to his lips. He was hesitant, but slowly let the drink run into his mouth. The liquid was cold against his warm tounge. It held a bitter taste as it slid down the edge of his throat. Satisfying. "Your right I didn't think I'd find another British person in these parts at all,."She replied, slipping her hand into his. He was about to kiss it softly, as he did with most women- but she had shook it firmly before he had had the chance to. Shrugging it off, Adam glanced up at her. His darkened eyes softening. " It's nice to meet you Adam , my name's Violet " As it had before, her tender british accent unraveled into his senses. His response was delayed as he sat quietly staring at her. For a moment, he had lost all concentration as his stomach seemed to groan soundlessly. Blinking once, twice, thrice before dialating his eyes back into her view. "Like the flower," Adam mused softly. Retracting his hand, he grasped his bottle of beer and took a long gulp.

Adam slowly scoped her face before realizing that Violet seemed slightly shocked. His brows raised along with hers as she slowly tilted his head. His lips were pulling into a smirk. Her thick vampiric smell wafted into him, making him shiver slightly. It was an icey and cold smell- once that he didn't mind as much as other werewolves did. Each vampire had their own smell. Some were revolting, others Adam was able to deal with. Was she confused because he had spoken to her? She must have realized that he was a werewolf. "I'm surprised your being so nice Adam . I'm more surprised you talking to me though. I mean when I meet someone of your kind they give me dirty looks then introductions. It looks like they want to tear me apart right on the spot before I could even get a word out," Violet did not seem as hesitant as Adam expected her to be. She almost seemed proud and dainty with it.

Surely this impressed Adam. His lips soon pulled into a grin before he let out a soft chuckle. He shook his head solemnly, "My kind is not the only one with an anti-species group." He smiled at her, turning his body to face her now. Taking a soft sip, before placing his empty glass on the counter. "Well, I don't really discriminated amoungst species, it's really deficient and pointless." And strong sense grabbed at his stomach, his eyes narrowed for a moment as he turned his gaze away from her. A tart pain eloped in his body as Adam hunched over a bit. His senses were becoming sharper. His body pressed up once more. "Sorry," his smirked, "My hound side seems to be aching to get out." This was bad. This rarely happened to Adam, but when it did, it was a rare thing that he can control his actions. This usually happened when he was mad, which he didn't seem to be at the moment.

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[*Violet Elizabeth Rosewater]

"My kind is not the only one with an anti-species group." He smiled at her.She smirked back and nodded. "You have a point " She replied in her smooth soft voice. "Well, I don't really discriminated amongst species, it's really deficient and pointless." She nodded her head again.

"There really is no point. The only thing that results in thinking your race is superior is violent fights , and death " She looked over at Adam as he hunched over a bit in pain . "Sorry, My hound side seems to be aching to get out." She took a sip of her drink and gave him an understanding look . " Ahhh I sees . Well why are you in a club then? Let your wild side run free if you really want to . " She said giving him a small smile. " Besides I think wolves are pretty cute " She winked at him playfully as she looked out onto the dance floor . She was inching to get out there and dance as the music was booming and her wilder side was coming out more and more with every sip she took of her drink .

She looked out onto the floor and saw tons of different ethnic groups of all sorts. Asians , Hispanics , Blacks , Whites , Indians and everything in between . She sensed a couple of vampires lurking around as well as maybe another werewolf or two . She tapped her small heels with the beat against the table at the bar. She looked at Adam and then the dance floor. "Hmm that looks fun...would you want to go out there and dance with me ? That is unless your in too much pain it's fine." She said . She hoped he'd say yes because for one she didn't want to dance with someone really random ,even if she has done that before . Also she felt bad if she just left him at the bar to go dance , even if she hardly knew him . She guessed it was maybe because he was probably the only other British person in this place. What ever it was she wanted to stay with him for the night. Who knows, he might be a ball of fun.

She took the last sip of her strawberry daiquiri as she had already finished it .She felt a huge surge of calmness and giddy sensation come over her .Violet liked to have an occasional drink here and there . Though she didn't like to over do it because she thought that was just pure stupidity. She order another drink from the bartender and they hurried off to make her drink and tend to the others sitting at the bar talking , flirting or just getting shit-faced drunk .