; darling, you're bleeding

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO

scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

It was obvious to Daniel that he had struck a nerve, the problem was he couldn’t make himself hurt over the fact that she was upset. In fact it didn’t even surprise him – it would have been far more disappointing if her response was a domestic “okay”. As usual though, Faith didn’t let him down. The predatory expression that was etched on his countenance was possibly scary but obviously a necessity for concern. There was something seriously frightening about the immortal’s gaze as it bore reticently into her features, watching her expression just as closely as she monitored his.

The single word she was able to spout out was comical to say the least. Look? Look at what? The expansion of her oculi was taken note of with morbid curiosity, the tender way her features seemed to be enveloped in change – softening noticeably made him sigh with relief. Unfortunately for them both this calm was short lived. The sudden change in her lead to yet another metamorphosis – her ghostly features maybe paler than the vampire who sat adjacent her, a change that alarmed him to no measurable degree. However, his response was indecipherable, the silent ticking of his gaze – observing her antics.

This of course was classic reaction for a numb soul. Naturally he wasn’t entirely unfeeling but this he wasn’t certain how to handle. The stark fear in her dumbstruck countenance coaxed the hair on the back of his neck to rise – an action invisible to the naked eye but boy did Dani feel it. The motion of her decline hit him suddenly and his palms swooped out to cradle her skull before it smacked into the hard surface. As a human he had not witnessed a seizure before, and as a vampire he hadn’t really paid attention – why would he? Any seizure in his presence was usually his own fault and intentional.

She grew rigid, his fingertips felt it in her jaw and temples, the vein in her forehead swelling to the point he thought it might burst. And then it all went loose, as if it hung their suspended and then…the shaking. It was a tremor very much like an earthquake and as she swung out to catch the steaming cup he nearly groaned as it flew through the air. However…that was of little consequence when compared to the next development.

Blood. Sinking out of her nasal cavities, her slack jaw, her lobes and streaming from her eyes…like crimson tears. As she fell, he leapt only to hold her shoulders long enough to lower her to the floor, crouched beside her the scent became overwhelming and he too grew tense. The muscle in his jaw ticking with exertion as he closed off breathing but the sight and feel of it trickling over his palms was enough to make even the strongest flinch away or lunge forward.

His frown was silent, cerulean gaze trained upon her and nothing else as blood puddle at her sides. Rocking back on his heels he waited, helpless, it seemed, to offer aid. The seconds that followed were filled by spasms, jerks and the bubbling sound of blood as it seemed out of each orifice. Finally, and I do mean finally, Daniel felt a dulling of the spastic action and a controlled twitch of motion – a hint of her desire. He placed his palms beneath her arms and helped hoist her back up into her seat, silent still and watchful.

Chaos was to be expected after such an episode, but his response came off far stronger than was meant. One mortal took a step towards her; another offered the brilliant suggestion of calling the EMTs. That alone made his pupils narrow – as if some paramedic was getting her away from him now. Like they knew anything about the supernatural. Her immediate protest was something of a comfort – she was almost coherent, and obviously could comprehend speech. ”No one is calling them.” He replied to the foreign speaker, his tone level and distinguishably authoritative.

Though it would have been preferable that she had spoken privately, he recognized her fear and listened attentively, craning over the table as his still serene gaze focused upon her words. There was that keening growl within him that shrieked for the blood that was still dripping off of her features. That would be seen to later. Mortals and their blood. The description could only draw one conclusion to him, though he perused his mind thoroughly for an alternative, half listening as she questioned him rhetorically.

As she spoke the name he knew it, Amy. Amethyst. His cousin on his father’s side, which was enough to say that she could be dangerous. He had saved her and in doing so made her one of the undead. As a newborn himself he had been quite unruly, violent even on the standards of “normalcy” for a vampire youth. So when Amy posed a threat he wasn’t surprised, neither was he angry. He nodded solemnly as she trembled, her outcry a torment on his sensitive lobes though the pain was not expressed on his pensive features. There were very few instances that had found Daniel so vigilant and quiet, calm but prepared.

Her pleas did not go unnoticed, and as she begged him in no uncertain terms to take her with him he seriously considered other options. But what was safer? Possibly being mauled by him, or definitely being mauled by Amy. And somehow he doubted Amy would leave her in one…or a hundred pieces. ”Okay, okay. Please calm down.” He realized that was probably a ludicrous request, but her increased pulse was difficult to stand. Rising, he haphazardly reached into the booth, scooping her dainty figure into his more than capable clutches and brushed his way past the astounded spectators.

The route home was a quick one, and suddenly Daniel was glad that he had a residence in the cities he frequented most – this one obviously being one of them. There were few people on the streets, even less so considering what city they were in. That was a good thing, Dani’s defensive posture and predatory gaze was enough to make even the most disinterested vampire want whomever it was he clutched so tenderly to his chest. His stride was smooth, well thought out and without bump or abrupt action. Each step was deliberate, his brows slightly knit together in silent concern once again.

It wasn’t his nature to “freak out”, which was good in this instance. Though it was disappointing in the theatrical department. Climbing the steps into the building, he nodded vaguely to the night watchmen who were accustomed to such things – vampires themselves, and boarded the elevator. At the top floor he quit the small box and strode down the hall to his spacious double suit. Fortunately for Faith he wasn’t bluffing when he said there was a guest room. Balancing her against his chest and in one arm, he opened the door, locking it behind him.

The scene that would meet her mottled gaze was predictable – it was dark. Flicking a switch a soft, warm light illuminated the spanse to allow a vague observation of its contents. A dark mahogany leather couch before a fireplace, a neutral indescribable colored carpet whose bed was thick and enjoyable on one’s toes, and a large window which was absolutely covered by a massive tope drape. The brick of the walls was painted white, and a door-less hall led assumedly to one bedroom while there were stairs to the guest one. Still uncomfortable with placing her out of sight, he moved first to the couch.

Dragging a blanket off its back, he laid it on the cold leather and then slowly, gingerly, lowered her down onto it. As soon as she was out of his grasp his movement became like lightning, to the point and precise. Taking yet another blanket from the matching lounge chair, he laid it over her and moved to flick on the electric fireplace. Striding past, he went to the kitchen – retrieving a warm, damp towel and set a kettle on the stove. Mortals liked tea right? Tea was soothing. He couldn’t recall ever having had hot tea but if she didn’t want it then she didn’t. Taking the warm rag back in to her, he crouched beside the piece of furniture, still appearing fairly large, and dabbed at her blood crusted features.

”Of course you couldn’t just be ordinary and run.” It was murmured softly, more to himself and anyone else. It would have been so much easier if she just walked away. Then she would just be a pretty mutilated stranger that he never had to worry about. But of course, Dani and his mildly soft heart, an attribute endowed by his grandfather, could not remain totally unattached to the odd woman. Obviously. Brushes away the remnants still, he attempted to get some of the crusty substance out of her hair where it had fled her ears. A vain attempt he made.

Giving an exasperated huff, he turned on his heel and made his way to his bathroom. After rifling through a few cabinets he did manage to dig up a hair brush, inspecting it for cleanliness, he returned and cradled a side of her features in his palm while tenderly brushing out what would soon have matted. Lifting her skull ever so gently, he mimicked his actions on the other side. Soon there was very little visible of her episode save for the red outline of agitation at her eyelids, and nostrils. Perching lightly on the coffee table, he sat there for a moment and sighed, listening to the crackle of the flames briefly.

His soft gaze perused her features, clearly distracted but unbreathing so that the need for her blood was not so close to his consciousness. A brow ascended and he brushed a few stray locks from her features. ”Sleep. I’m not leaving. “ Turning he moved to the lounge chair and quietly lowered to seat himself in it, beginning to rock back and forth, that same discerning expression directed to the flames - unwilling to stare at her for too long. The fire was less dangerous.



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[*Faith Riddle]

Fortunately for Faith, Dani had reacted to the situation calmly, and seemed far from freaking out. Considering the blood factor... he was obviously fazed by it, but he wasn't ravenously attacking her, either. She didn't know where the blame lied. It was his stubbornness that changed the future, but her persistence which kept her hanging around him, and the constant assurance to herself that he wouldn't harm her. They were both at fault, and now they were stuck together.

Dani was taking charge. Faith was relieved, for she was in no position to make further demands, and carry them out for that matter. There was a moment of horrifying silence when Dani seemed to be mulling over her request. His face never faltered from it's austere expression, she didn't have the faintest clue what he was thinking. She could only wait anxiously.

Palpable relief passed over her when he conceded, but she was much too shaken up for calming down. She could only offer him an apologetic look. She let him take her into his arms without protesting, her legs weren't in any condition to walk anyway. She turned her face into his chest. When he set off, she was pleasantly surprised to find his walk as smooth as it looked.

She was silent for the whole journey. She attempted to depress her heart rate, but the task was futile; she kept seeing flashes of purple eyes and her heart reacted with a faltering beat, and then pounded animatedly. She couldn't seem to forget them, even when she thought she was close to falling asleep, the image of the creature haunted her and kept her mind restless.

Finally they arrived at their destination. She didn't see, but she was aware of a watchman, steps, elevator, a shift in Dani's hold on her, and then the dark and coolness of his room. She turned her head just as the lights came on. It was a nice place, moderately homey for a vampire for which luxuries were personal preference.

Dani's actions were swift and deliberate. Before she could blink, she was on the couch, sandwiched between two blankets. The fireplace was on, the heat which it threw off felt heavenly, she was rapidly warming up again, her color was returning. Dani disappeared for just a moment, but back before she could feel the frightening chill creep into her heart again.

He had a warm, wet rag with him. Gently, he cleaned the blood off her. She watched him wordlessly, a look of gratitude plainly on her face. He said something, but she was too drowsy to catch it. As long as she had her gaze cast over him, the purple-eyed vampire was kept at bay in her mind's eye, and she could start to feel a heavy, lethargic veil fall over her exhausted body, urging her to sleep. When he finished brushing her hair out, he ordered sleep. Her body gladly surrendered to this command. As long as he was in the room, she could sleep peacefully.

_______19 Hours Later_______

Her heart lurched. Faith woke with a gasp. Her vision was blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, she found Dani sitting across from her. Her gaze flicked to the clock on the wall. It was 11 PM. She groaned softly and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Pushing herself into a sitting position, she found that her strength had returned.

"I'm dying."

After she said it, she knew it was true. The fact of it didn't scare her, after all, it happened to everyone. The way she said it, however, was scary. The manner was apathetic and disinterested. Emotionless. She knew the reason why, she knew it for a while. She just never delved into it until now. She realized she was staring at the blanket on her lap. Ashamed, her eyes rose to Dani.

"These... visions. My gift which I never explained to you. They're killing me. They're getting worse every time. Last night was the worst it's ever been. Understand the shock of finding the blood..." Faith shuddered as she remembered pulling her crimson stained hand from her ear, the taste of the metallic stuff in her mouth, and then the burning in her throat once she spewed it up. She never bled during a vision until last night, but the convulsing wasn't knew to her, if not as violent as it had been.

"No human can stand this for too long. It's not normal." How much damage was there to her brain after months of fits? If she had it checked by doctors, she bargained they'd discover a tumor. She wanted to change the subject before it started bothering her, and possibly Dani. "The vampire. Who is she?"

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO

scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –


The sensation that she was completely helpless could only induce the worst traits in the predator that Daniel was composed to be, the predator he had been for ninety years and the predator that he would perpetually be. The fact that this could have all been prevented truly ate away at his rotted innards, and he breathed a sigh – hesitating to aid her in her desires but of course how could he deny her anything at this point? It was all truly hopeless. Articulations ran through the silken sandy locks at his skull. What to do, what to do. Then of course the answer was so obvious. So obvious and yet so utterly complicated.

Taking her with him presented a truth problem simply because it relied solely on his capacity to keep himself from mutilating her beyond recognition. It would be so much more helpful if she were in the hands of someone who was less likely…then again under the circumstances; bleeding from every orifice north of the border, it seemed there was no one she could be safe with. So it might as well be you. What a morbid thought, and a sad one too. When Daniel found he was the safest place for a human to spend the night with, well…that was just plain sad. There was nowhere safe in the world anymore.

Of course in the arms of a predator she truly was walking the blade’s edge. All this occurred in his skull as he was scooping her up and hold her to his chest as he ventured out of the shop, the warmth of the store leaving them. He truly lamented not having a warm body to keep near hers. It was chilly outside – the attire of the mortals passing by suggested a cool temperature. Dani as mentioned before really couldn’t feel anything much for some time. Sure, occasionally on a truly heated day – 120 or so – he could feel a slight heat radiated from the asphalt but nothing spectacular. How he missed the sun.

The softly regretful expressions of the panicky mortal in his arms made his heart clench immediately, his skull shaken in a dismissive fashion – an act directed to both of them. Oculi were rolled – his sensitivity to human emotion was nothing short of exasperating and pitiful. After ninety years he should have forgotten – then again Evelyn had suffered from amnesia. She had it easy. Smirking at the thought, he quickly found that they were at his apartment.

His tender menstruations made certain that she was absolutely “on” the couch so that she wouldn’t slide off, and that the blankets were secure around her but not at all too tight. The immortal was deftly attentive, absolutely precise in his motions as if he had already made a list in his mind of what exactly he needed to do when really he was going off instinct alone. What would he know about treating a human with human hurts now? How long had it been since he’d dealt with a human’s weakness? Again, ninety some-odd years. As he washed her features of the grimey leftovers of what had previously been excreted he breathed a sigh – the scent beginning to weaken as it was moved and diluted by the moisture on the rag.

As she faded into unconsciousness he observed, somewhat envious of that capacity. Sleep sounded lovely. He would welcome an escape from the pedestrian existence of loneliness he had kept up for the decades past. There was little hope for the future. He assumed she would be out for some time; after all it was a tiresome chore – bleeding out ears. He did not move. Not to do anything of importance in all the time she had slept. He was vaguely aware of the sun’s movement behind the drapes – watching the shadows at the corners venture up and then down again.

He was somewhat pleased that she had slept an entire day despite the boredom that grated on his nerves. But, despite how selfish he had been in the past days, he was not so self centered that he would wake her solely for his benefit. You’ll just let her bleed out of her face then stick around to see what kind of real damage you can deal. Reaching up silently to cradle his forehead in his palm, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, he worked his jaw – dealing with the guilt of knowing that everything about him and everything he’d done thus far had or would eventually harm this lovely creature.

The time ticked by slowly as it ever did, the clock on the wall a subject of loathing by the time she finally began to stir. Nineteen hours. Quite a cat nap. The soft sounds she made as she awoke were somewhat less than pleasant, but utterly feminine which he could appreciate. And still absolutely beautiful. Even with her mussed hair and flushed features. Though as he was admiring the goddess her words were somewhat stunning. But of course he should have assumed such a thing – that sort of fit took a toll on a human body which could not recover quite so quickly as his might.

Internally he ached, though his response was something similar to hers – devoid of emotion. It was a freakish happening, their numb talk of her death, quite morbid and a bit depressing. How like a conversation with a vampire, things were getting less and less original as they went. His brows were knit mildly together in thought. The words that came out of her mouth next, It’s not normal, induced a laugh, his skull tipping back as he released the mirth at the stoic delivery of such an obvious fact. He recovered quickly for the degree of amusement he had exhibited, though his cerulean gaze twinkled with merriment suddenly.

”What about you is normal, Faith?” Shaking his head with a quiet smile, he stared reticently into the flames for a few minutes and then smirked bitterly at the thought of Amethyst. He wasn’t certain telling her was a good idea. After all Amy’s bloodlust was understandable, as well as her lack of control. Still, keeping this a secret was something trivial and it would obviously disgruntle the already tested mortal. ”Her name is Amethyst for obvious reasons, and she’s my cousin on my dad’s side. Like a sister…in fact I’m here sire.” He had pretty much dumped all information pertinent right then…simply because he’d rather take her shock in one dose than just a constant beating him over the head for ever having existed…


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[*Faith Riddle]

Despite the grim subject, Dani found something to laugh about. Faith rolled her eyes with lucid vexation, but cracked a grin. Leave it to a creature void of human emotion. Typical, she really should have known better. Would it really kill him to be a little emotional? Christ, he just made a morbid topic something to crack a joke about. She wasn't angry, how could she be? There was humanity in there somewhere. It was the same humanity in him that was keeping her alive. Oh yes, he cared. She really wanted him to admit it, though.

But as soon as she mentioned the vampire, he was back to his rigid self. She knew she'd get the truth. How could he lie to her after what she went though? That would be a cold thing to do. She should have expected what he said. Her six sense told her they were close. To keep things fresh, she dropped her jaw in mock horror, just to keep things fair. "You sired her?" Faith hissed. Then she quit the act and shrugged. "Doesn't really shock me. She was family, you loved her. I hope you don't regret it..."

Vampires were so stingy. Kill a few humans, no problem. But make them immortal? For some reason, the vampires with a little more humanity believe it a disgrace to populate the world with more monsters. How easy would it be for them if Dani made her a vampire? He had to have thought about it. Maybe after Amy, he felt it wasn't tasteful anymore. She didn't say anything more about his cousin. It seemed like a touchy subject, and she didn't know she could listen to much more of it without some sort of freak out.

She observed him on the chair. He looked like a sculpture of an angel in his stillness. Nice to look at, but frustrating with it's lack of vitality. Finally, she said something. "If you sit still long enough, there's a good chance you'll turn into a statue," she commented dryly. But in all honesty, she didn't have a right to be disappointed. She couldn't help her warm body and throbbing heart like he couldn't deny his corpse-like one. There was no need to bother acting human, and he might have forgotten how to. Still, she was morbidly curious.

Faith's lips formed a pout, "It's hot in here, and you're too far away. Sit with me?" she gave him the hopeful puppy dog eyes. She didn't like how fragile she was anymore than he did. As long as she wasn't bleeding from the ears and didn't get too excited, they'd be fine. Besides, it really was hot in the room. The fireplace had to have been on all night, and she was cocooned in a blanket. She could use some vampire.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO

scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

It had of course occurred to Daniel that his amusement was not welcome; in fact he was well aware that it wouldn’t be. That didn’t help the mirth that was evident in him. He simply couldn’t help but enjoy the irony. How odd was it that he was dead and she was dying? Wasn’t that supposed to add something to their comradery? If it didn’t, it most definitely should. There were several moments where Dani was almost at ease, his muscles less at attention and his frame hunching just slightly – less rigid than the ridiculous tension that bore down upon him usually. Naturally it was a short lived condition – regrettable though it was, one couldn’t help how his mind functioned. At this point it was simply a blessing that it did.

Of course once he was reminded again of their situation he would grow cold and emotionless once again, it was only to be expected – it was a difficult circumstance to be placed in and Daniel suddenly felt very much like a body guard. Granted, our dear Faith wouldn’t need one if he hadn’t come along…or would she? Was it really his fault that Amy would very soon attempt to rip this lovely creature apart? It was a difficult question to answer…one that Daniel doubted he would ever get the pleasure of seeing answered in fact. She would doubtlessly be pleased that he responded honestly and fairly quickly, and that is how he would have it. She had been through quite enough in the past twenty four hours.

The ridiculous voice she adopted as she questioned him rhetorically coaxed a smirk directed to the crackling flames he gazed into. Yes, I sired her. It was still quite fresh in his mind. Amethyst had been dying quickly, and his panic was nowhere near as strong as the desire was to simply end her suffering and his burning lust for her blood. Fortunately for her he had begun to be able to restrain himself better and she ended up undead instead of simply dirt nap dead. Though in retrospect he probably should have taught her the same restraint he now exercised.

Her sympathetic words were not lost on him…they were almost appreciated. Unfortunately they wouldn’t save Faith or Dani from the things that were foreboding on the horizon. The lack of description or inquiries further about Amy was intriguing though he naturally assumed she was simply being sensitive to his feelings. Smirking quietly once again he shook his head. Dear Faith, if only my feelings were present to be concerned over. Clearly they were somewhere – his feelings – but nowhere traceable or manageable.

The sensation of her gaze upon him was enough to make the minute hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end, lips twitching with a ghostly smile. How unfortunate it was that she had not been around to meet his human self. They would have enjoyed each other immensely. Though…his human self was far more easygoing and far more of a people person. As a human Daniel was social, very, and it was not uncommon for him to be juggling multiple women at once. Then again they were the sort who wouldn’t really care if they found out about eachother. It was not his intention to ever harm anyone, but please himself. That was common. Faith would most likely detest that idea. That self serving lifestyle was clearly not the one he now followed, wouldn’t it be nice if it was…

The japing words were caught with a faint smile cast towards her. ”I highly doubt that, and in any case you wouldn’t let me remain silent that long while conscious.” It was playfully stated, though the grin never touched his gaze. He was troubled by what was to come, granted that she already was weak from blood loss earlier. Funny that for once that condition wasn’t directly linked to his hunger. Snorting softly in a dismissive fashion – he was in no mood to beat himself up over his diet.

The request she made was enough to make him do a double take, brows ascendant as a sigh was breathed – somewhat melancholy at this point. ”You do trust me.” Mistake. Shifting to angle his body to face hers more, he clasped his palms between his knees, elbows propped atop them. ”I would love to sit with you.” And yet he did not move, cobalt gaze attempting to communicate his fear – of harming her…and of being even remotely intimate. You had to know that Aubrey had done a number on him, despite his lack of surprise at her conduct. It wore on his soul.

However, how could he pass up such an opportunity? The predator screamed that he take the initiative and go, lure in his prey. Internally flinching at the monstrous thoughts within him, he did rise though and move to the couch, seating himself at the opposite end and opening his arms calmly. At least give her the advantage of a choice once again. Though it did not make him feel any better. Perhaps…”Would you like to meet Amy before she ruins her first impression of you by herself?” He paused briefly and looked almost uncomfortable, brows knitting together in concern. ”Though…vampire blood would probably taste very bitter to you..”


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[*Faith Riddle]

The statue that was her vampire protector leaked a variation of facial expressions, but otherwise wasn't budging. It was a start. At least they were both generally in a good mood. There was no use in dwelling upon certain future events and allow a somber mood. If she was going to die she might as well enjoy what time she has as a mortal left. She wondered if Dani anticipated this, because for the time being, he was the main event. As long as he didn't start feeling sorry for himself, Faith might enjoy being his willing captive.

It seemed as though Faith would have to be the one to make this easier on him. She was starting to doubt herself, wondering if she had business staying in his home, even taking into consideration how he was on the verge of kidnapping her. She figured the best thing to do was to stay in his sight, be cooperative. Hopefully, he didn't mind. Then again, if he did, he was more than capable of throwing her out. He needed to give her something, anything that would assure her he wanted her with him. She wouldn't feel as bad, then.

His smirk pleased her. Maybe she was getting though to him. How long would it be before he was downright frustrating? She didn't know when Amy was going to show. It could be tomorrow, a week, a month from now. Dani would most likely keep her glued to his side, with few exceptions. The prospect wasn't convenient. Faith had a job, and a cat. Mooching off Dani was out of the question, she despised taking money from people, let alone the undead.

She responded to his accusation lightly, "Truth. I'm impatient and needy," she giggled. But he knew that already. Humans in general were needy. But if Faith had someone to do her bidding, she'd definitely take advantage of that. Her demands were usually harmless. Like, asking him to join her on the sofa. No big deal, but Dani seemed to think so. Once again, she wondered how long it would take before he became frustrating. I give it three hours tops.

He made a statement which Faith found completly unnecessary, and a little nerving, Heeeey, you wanted me to trust you. Make up your damn mind! She waited for his answer patiently. She didn't bother asking him why he wasn't moving despite his claim for wanting to sit with her. If he poked her she'd bruise. It was something she would have to deal with. She was never treated with such fragility. It was taking a little getting used to, so far, she hated it, and she would continue to badger him about this until he wasn't so stiff.

After for forever, he moved. But farther down the couch than she expected. She rolled her eyes again, something she'd been doing a lot as of late. He was letting her decide. She clenched her jaw in frustration, but scooted down the couch and situated herself beside him, laying her head on his chest. There wasn't a moments silence before he proposed she drink his blood. What the hell is that! Can't he just enjoy himself for once? She was scowling in the direction of the fireplace where he wouldn't see, but she decided to take up the offered opportunity now before he took it back. "C'mon. I was vomiting blood. This will definitely be more pleasant."

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO


scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

The fact that Daniel was in such a compromising situation had definitely taken its toll on the immortal’s humor. After all he was conversing with a potential meal as if they were friends. He had in fact dragged her limp, bleeding frame back to his residence but at that point everything stopped making sense. He had proceeded to clean her up and allow her to sleep while he sat nearby in wait for her awakening. Clearly this was a move out of character, and one made with total control of the ferocity bearing down in his throat, which ached with the stale scent of blood still lingering in the air.

Naturally he was pleased that she had complied, it had probably saved her life. If not from Amy than from his anger as he insisted on her cooperation. That insistent nature of his was what some called “stubborn”. Perhaps Daniel was…stubborn. Though at this point it hardly mattered, old dogs could learn new tricks but this particular immortal was not fond of the idea that he was being trained – by anyone. Whether he liked them or not Daniel would not be controlled. His cerulean gaze reflected his less than happy musings, darkening considerably despite his stone appearance.

The air was filled with their worries, and it could only fuel the vampire’s tension as his gaze meandered haphazardly to the exquisitely effeminate captive of his. A brow ascended, watching the almost disgusted expression film over her countenance for several moments before her confession that she was in fact “impatient and needy”. A satisfied nod was endowed in agreement, his observation obviously taken into account despite the fashion to which it was received. Of course it was rhetoric – it was fact that Daniel wanted stated, that was all.

The bestowal of distance was his last attempt to keep her from him, though it occurred to him that with his arms open wide to receive her, that alluring scent and those possessive cobalt eyes, she really had no chance of escape; despite his efforts. As she curled up beside him, her dainty skull fitting ideally against his well chiseled torso, his right arm came about her waist, tugging her gently against the cool length of his side and offering a frame should she fall asleep again. Frankly he was uncertain what the recovery time for her episode was, and how long that recovery would last. That would only add to the careful way he treated her in the first place.

Her exasperation at him was noted but not responded to. Maybe they would both get lucky and she would leave. At which point he would lock the door – keeping himself from following…or one would hope. Her commentary, stating that drinking his blood would be far better than spitting out her own made him chuckle dryly. ”Flattering.” He responded with a shake of his head, tender gaze falling on her profile before he took his left wrist without ceremony and bit down into the flesh and bone.

It is odd how much control vampires have when confronted with their own blood – and Dani was glad that such control existed. As the crimson surfaced and began to trickle out, he offered it to her while he himself worked not to grimace. Of course it felt like nothing but a pin prick to him, but the fact that she was about to ingest blood as a human disgusted him. It was unnatural. As unnatural as being undead. As she gingerly took the pro-offered delicacy Daniel found himself glad he had held her against him – it offered him comfort as the memory began.

Costa Rica had been truly beautiful. His aunt and uncle had funded his ticket to come along with his cousin, Amy as fun was in short supply around the Conteo residence these days. There was simply too much family drama to handle. Daniel was in fair spirits, still mulling over the “family meeting” the night before where there had been quite a bit of screaming and frustration. Naturally Desaray had prevented a brawl from breaking out. It was simply what Ray did. He was the peacemaker, the calm reason and logic brought with tenderness to every situation. Those genes were the reason Daniel was the way he was. He had learned from the master.

It was a pristine morning and their first day out and about. The following night they had arrived and Daniel had ventured off to try the cuisine – Costa Rican tasted slightly like American but a might more spicy. It would suffice for the time being, soothing the burning in his throat for something more savory. It had grown to be a custom that he would not partake in family meals. Dani didn’t even attend any longer. What use was it to sit back and observe them eating things he could only vaguely respond to? Sure he could ingest it but it would be useless. As Rafael and Rachel wandered off with their tour guide, Amy whose boredom had been brewing all morning opted that they go on their own.

True hanging with her parents might get stuffy but being alone with anyone was not someone he would recommend if they wished to preserve their vital state. One second they were sitting on rocks on a small beach of a waterfall that swung its spray down a steep ravine and the next Amy had begun to writhe on the ground, sputtering and foaming at the mouth. Daniel recalled only panic and dismay, though as it had in the coffee shop, his composure remained the same. The fear clawed at his throat, the thought of losing his beloved cousin too great to bear. His conversion was none too gentle. In fact it’s a wonder he hadn’t crushed her against that tree. But he had succeeded.

The following months were spent in training her to act not on the beastly wants but its absolute necessities. First it was safer to avoid attention that way – one never knew when vampire slayers would be showing up – their grandsire seemed to attract them, probably because of his infamous reputation. Second she could grow more powerful if she actually had a handle on her senses and reflexes. It was difficult, and more often than not Daniel sported some kind of wound or scar from his cousin losing her temper. Those little brawls never ended truly happily but as it turned out when Dani considered himself “finished” equipping her with whatever skills he had she was lovely. A testimony to the race. Her vibrant gaze burning into her victims and smiling towards her friends. Daniel’s heart ached with each thought of her – both with sadness that she would face the same fate as he, and with pride that he had sired such a success story in terms of intellectual predators.

He felt as a sire should. Calm, collected and reserved as always.

As Daniel came to, his first glance was directed to the dark mocha top of Faith’s skull, his own features dipping to peer into hers. ”You okay?” It was a meek inquiry as he glanced towards the clock. Two hours they had been mulling over Amy’s conversion. Quite some time. Gently retrieving his wrist, he rubbed the already closing wounds absentmindedly before leaning back and staring into the flames, mentally preparing himself for what inquiries would be dealt him.



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[*Faith Riddle]

She didn't know what she should be expecting, and feeling at a loss was making her stomach churn. Drinking vampire blood to induce a memory was something she'd only heard of, but never actually done. Surely it was an intimate sort of thing, creating a direct connection to their minds. She wasn't prepared for what he was going to show her, and frankly, the memory part of it was what she dreaded, never mind that she had to drink his blood. How could she willingly open a connection with this creature, one who she didn't know how old he was, and imaginably committed heinous crimes against the human race at some point in his life. It was doubtful he would show her that part of his life, but he could if he so desired it. Her apprehension had better be pleasing him. He was getting his way after all.

Another thing to consider: was she strong enough to see Amy again? The nightmarish vision in the coffee shop didn't leave a good impression, and again, she didn't know what Dani was going to show her. Hopefully, the memory would work in his cousins favor, but it'd doubtfully assuage Faith's fear of her. Her curiosity kept her from changing her mind. She wanted to see an Amy without fangs. Vampires were human at some point. A lot of them didn't remember what it was like, so Dani's memory of a human Amy was just too great an offer to pass up.

A lump formed in her throat and her heart skipped a few beats when she heard the soft tear of flesh. She didn't need to look up to know Dani had opened his wrist for her. There was a moments hesitation. Dani's offer had caught her completly off guard, and she didn't feel ready. But the wound was sure to close back up soon, and she'd feel bad if he had to make it again. She wasn't ready to leave Dani's living room and feel no more his cool body and arm around her middle, her head fitting perfectly the contours of his chest as if it belonged there. The close proximity was a rare thing, and it hadn't lasted for nearly as long as she wanted it to. But his blood was waiting for her, and she had to content herself with the fact that they would remain close for the duration of the memory.

She lifted herself so she was sitting upright, but still just as close to
Dani's side. He was offering his wrist to her, now streaked with his blood running down his forearm. She was stunned to find it didn't look repulsive to her. On the contrary, it looked welcoming. Frightened she felt this way when she ought to feel a little disgusted, she delayed again to look at the blood and try to feel an inkling of nausea. When none came, she reached tentatively and took his wrist with both hands and drew it closer to herself. Now it smelled potently like honey, sweet and irresistible. She found she couldn't bear the hindrance any longer.

She brought her mouth down as if she couldn't control what her body did anymore, and when it connected with the blood flow, she reflexively sucked at the liquid. The motion was instinctive, she didn't have to think about it at all. The blood filled her mouth and she fast grew obsessed with it, finding herself in pure ecstasy. The lights grew brighter until everything was yellow. She no longer felt connected to her ailing body as her mind was being transported back in time to the desired memory Dani chose to show her. A red haze filled her mind, and then cleared. A scene unfolded before her eyes.

The setting was Costa Rica, Dani was on vacation with some of his family. He was a vampire at this point, living with his mortal family. She could feel the aggravation, being surrounded by these meek, defenseless little mortals. Had they known he was a vampire? That was unclear, probably not. He was in a good mood, he looked different -- happy. It was good to see him like this, surrounded by mortals who loved him and he affectionate toward them as well.

Amy was there. Beautiful, lovely mortal with sharp, amethyst eyes. She was very close to Dani, nearly siblings, they were. The two left together, went off by themselves, and why not? She was in capable hands. But no sooner had she picked a savory looking fruit and taken a bite out of it had Dani realized she'd been poisoned. The vampire didn't seem to know what to do for a moment. He loved his cousin dearly, and was much too selfish to let her go. Under the composed mask he was panicked, weighing options, carefully calculating what he should do and what the outcome would be. He made a decision, and promptly acted on it.

He saved Amy's life. He made her a vampire. Did he regret it? It didn't seem so. His dearly beloved cousin lived, and he had to take it upon himself to tame the monster he created. She was a feisty fledgling. She found it difficult to control herself, often leaving Dani bruised and battered. It pained him to know he'd damned her to an eternal life of loneliness, condemned to walk the Earth for as long as time. He unleashed a new vampire on the human race, it was a hefty price to pay for keeping her alive. But his cousin, his "daughter", made him proud. He created the perfect predator.

It was done. The room, the feeling of her body, the taste of the succulent blood, it was all rushing back to her too fast. Dizzy. Her head was on Dani's lap. She wanted more of his blood, but her body wouldn't allow it any longer. Cerulean irises were peering into her own. His voice was distant, but the essence of what he said was clear. She shook her head no, she was definitely not okay. His blood and the memory left her reeling and overwhelmed, her limbs vibrated uncomfortably. She didn't feel like herself at all, and the memory haunted her. Somehow she found her voice, she needed to ask him the question incessantly bugging her. "Do you regret doing it to her?"

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO

scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

Daniel was vaguely aware of her sudden discomfort and uncertainty…scratch that he was keenly aware. Keenly aware of all sensations tangible from this particular female, it was as though he was studying her, paying close attention to her expressions and the look in her eyes as she thought. How he wished he could see those thoughts in their entirety. Unfortunately of all the gifts he possessed that wasn’t one of them. Watching her gulp down the painfully obvious signature of fear in her throat, he listened to the thumping of her heart and was again made aware of the fact that he thirsted for her. A fact that he carefully hid, from both her and himself.

It was undeniable how perfectly wonderful it felt to hold her, if he would venture to call it that. The warm sensation against his chest a foreign one but one he enjoyed all the same. As she resituated herself he remained absolutely still, again like her stone warrior he was unmoving and exanimate. It seemed that there was an internal battle raging onward as she lifted his wrist to her lips, the sensation of blood leaving his body another strange thing to encounter. He was uncertain as to whether he would be able to stomach the oddity.

Obviously he could, Faith’s lips against his cold skin enough to sooth his general agitation that may have surfaced otherwise. Again, he would blame this on the fact that he was a built predator. Everything about him was meant to be alluring, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. As they both were transported far from his apartment, to a different place and time, Daniel was vaguely aware of the present, his focus on the past so great that it was difficult to decipher what was then and now.

He was aware however of the time passing, of the way she moved into a more comfortable position – one she may regret when the spell was broken. That was a source of stress despite how comfortable it felt to have her so near. The response to his immediate inquiry was somewhat expected. She’d just ventured into a vampire’s past after drinking its blood. As outlandish as Faith was that simply wasn’t normal. Frowning quietly, his slightly chilled palm softly caressed her forehead, moving the disheveled locks away from her eyes thoughtfully as she questioned him as well.

It was on the tip of his tongue to dismiss it – to tell her that he wouldn’t know. But he did. Daniel knew how he felt about this, of all things. ”Some days I do, but only because death seems a kinder fate sometimes. Her victims would have fallen prey to someone else, regardless of what I’ve done. Besides, is natural death kinder that the swift one she would give them?” He shrugged thoughtfully, continuing to caress her dark locks as his gaze ascended to the flames. They were so alive and yet not at all. There were days when Daniel felt like that. Alive but completely dead inside.

Glancing back down at her evidently pale features, his frown only deepened, the lines in his features the solitary imperfections as his cerulean gaze wandered about the effeminate countenance in a regarding, calculating fashion. Stroking her mildly chilled cheek with the back of his knuckles, he sighed unnecessarily, his breath smelling of sweet vanilla. ”You should eat something.” It was murmured huskily, though he made no move to make her do as he bade. It was a quiet observation without want to do so. But she really should…

”Can I cook you something?” He inquired with a faint, deceptively tender smile. Bet you thought I couldn’t cook. She was in for a surprise. Carefully moving out from under her, he placed the pillow beneath her head, allowing her to rest and wandered off towards the kitchen, already dreaming up what culinary treat was closest to memory.



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SHES THE KIND OF GIRL

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One thing with being in the fashion business was the frantic buzz that it had. With her clothing line steadily growing around Hollywood, Amy was slowly growing her lines out to other coasts - mainly the east coast. There had been a week long fashion show, called "Fashion Week", in New York City that she was planning to attend to promote her line. Several 'friends' of hers flew out to the east coast with her so they could model her clothes on the runway, so the girl wasn't completely alone...unfortunately. With all that was going on as she ran around backstage, fitting the clothes to the correct girl, talking to companies who liked her clothing, and even getting models interested in flaunting her clothes, Amy had no down time to think about Sebastian...so maybe it was a good thing she had this week to be frantic and forget the past.

Sighing, the girl walked out of the large building that hosted "Fashion Week" and hoisted her bag onto her shoulder with a faint grunt. She was off to go back to her apartment and schedule meetings with some companies and talk to a few modelling agencies that had clients who were interested in her line - what a fun night, right? Being irritable and tired was never a good thing with Amy, and what made it worse, was that she hadn't fed in a few days; it was hard to sink your teeth into something bloody when you're surrounded by hundreds of people from morning til evening, don't you think?

Amy walked towards the apartment, forgetting to bother with a taxi, mainly because she could see herself reaching for the driver and draining him on the spot so she could fill her belly and be as content as a kitten. It would just be better if she walked - maybe she could ease her irritability off that way. A hand ran through her dark brown threads that had were completely straight and travelled down her bare shoulders, since the girl was sporting a rather impressive halter top. Her purple eyes were tired and blood shot, but this is what practically starving yourself did, right Amy? Growling at her subconscious, the girl focused on going through her phone - a habit she did when trying to keep her mind from attacking her.

Without much intention, her eyes fell on Dani's contact block in her phone. "Hmm..." She hummed before flipping her phone so it was in 'keyboard' mode. Quick fingers battered the buttons and sent a text that simply said 'you home?'. As the girl walked, though, her phone never vibrated in reply. Obviously, her cousin was being an antisocial pain in the ass and not answering his phone. "Figures." Looking down both sides of the street, Amy crossed it and began to make her way to her cousin's apartment loft. Thankfully, it hadn't been far from where she had been walking, otherwise the girl figured she wouldn't have bothered to drop him a visit. Or maybe she would have. It was safe to say that Dani always helped when her control was on the verge of snapping, so hopefully the male was home - Amy needed a 'pep talk', as to say.

Recognizing the building, Amy groaned at the stairs that laid before her, but simply sucked it up and hauled her butt up the flight of stairs until she was standing at the door. Most people would knock and wait, but this girl didn't have that patience. Sighing, her manicured hand wrapped around the door knob and with a quick twist against the lock, the door knob fell off and the lock disabled. Nudging the door with her knee, Amy shrugged and walked through the threshold, only to find herself listening to a bunch pans and pots clattering in the kitchen. "Why would he be..." Her words fell short as she stepped into the kitchen and saw her cousin preparing food.

"Are we...human now or something?" A fine brow rose as she tilted her head and placed her bag on the counter. Making her way over to her cousin, one palm rose to ruffled his threads in a playful gesture before she placed the broken door knob in front of him. "You'll need to get that fixed." She mentioned and looked around the kitchen, and slightly into the dining room - nobody was here, so why was he cooking? Was he expecting someone? "I texted you. Learn to answer your phone, you 'tard." She laughed a bit, and suddenly her laugh was cut short.

That smell. Now, know that vampires do have heightened senses to begin with...but when they're dangerously hungry? They're even more sensitive to such things, and once Amy breathed in that delectable scent of a mortal - a weak female who had been bleeding, none the less - it stayed on the top of her palette and she could feel her canines begin to form into their pointed structure. "There's a girl here." It came out in a throaty, matter-of-fact tone and the girl tilted her head, a somewhat dangerous glisten coating over those beautiful mauve eyes of hers.

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[*Faith Riddle]

Dani wasn't objecting to her current position, and they both made no move to separate. But like she could move anyway. She was too dazed still to do so. She needed just a moment to collect herself again. Poor girl was having a rough time, but she wasn't complaining, Dani did that plenty for her. The vampire hadn't stopped complaining about how dangerous it was for her to be with him since they met. She gave up on agreeing with him a while ago. She just silently concurred now.

She considered his response to her inquiry. He made an excellent and valid point. Death came in many forms, but death was inevitable. She'd seen many horrendous deaths since death was what her visions were focused on. They were horrible, and none too quick and painless. If Amy could offer quick death, then death by the fangs of a vampire sounded the best way to go. That is, if the human's fate had a violent death in store for them. But then not dying at all, living on as an immortal creature... cheating death. That life wasn't for her. She had no desire to be a vampire. She didn't want to think or talk about Amy any longer. For the rest of the night she wished to be free from thoughts of her.

When Dani started playing with her hair and stroking her cheek, she honestly considered she was dumped into an alternate reality as a side-effect from the memory sequence. She tensed up, taken off guard and blown away, wondering if this was ok for him to do. She was perfectly fine with it, but such a human act, touching her in this fashion. Dani was at risk of imploding from a possible overload of sweetness. Was he sick? No, vampires couldn't get sick. But there was definitely something wrong here. Should she say something? No, don't ruin the moment, just relax and enjoy it.

Enjoy it she did. She lay perfectly still and gave him full compliance to continue what he was doing. Then he had to ruin it. Ah, that was the Dani she knew. As soon as he mentioned food, her stomach remembered to growl. Food and hunger had been long forgotten, a thing of the past. She was really hungry. Thanks Dani. Thanks a lot. She was just about to suggest he order in something, fearful to try any concoctions he might make. But vampires couldn't cook. She could not see this hulk of a man in an apron flipping pancakes. Then he said it: Can I cook you something? What scared her the most was the confidence in his voice.

That was the last straw. "Who are you and what have you done with Dani?"

Before she could ask, nay, throw herself to the floor and beg to order in, he was already on the move. She was dreading this. But vampire cooked cuisine fast became the least of her worries.

She listened to his rummaging for the proper equipment, but her gaze was turned to the fire. The licking flames was perfectly entrancing, and it gave her something to watch mindlessly. A voice that wasn't Dani's found her ears. Someone was here, now who could that be? She was too curious to let this alone. Faith inched to the arm of the chair and poked her head around to get a full view of the kitchen. She saw the profile of her. But she knew what she looked like from all angles by now, and seeing her here, in Dani's home where she thought she'd be safe, paralyzed her with raw fear.

She flopped onto her back and tried to make herself small and invisible. She bit her tongue hard so she wouldn't scream. She felt sick. She wanted to vomit. Her thoughts were jumbled up, she couldn't think straight. It was too much and too sudden. She couldn't process anything, couldn't think of something to do. She didn't want to die now. She didn't want it to be swift. She wanted to feel it until the very end, to know it was happening. The panic was overwhelming, it was drowning her. Her heart betrayed her, thumping viciously in her chest as if it meant to escape. Coward! She couldn't breathe. It felt as though the walls were closing in on her. Was this really happening? Or were her eyes throwing up a pretty damn good illusion? She was suffocating, giving herself a panic attack was the last thing she wanted, but she couldn't get a grip. Amy here? Now? Why now? It was too soon, especially since she was making progress with Dani. Tomorrow would be better. Tomorrow she'd feel stronger, less vulnerable and miserably helpless. One glimpse of her purple eyes and she was drenched in a cold sweat. She needed to get out of here. The vampire had the door blocked. The window! Using the fire escape was a shot, but as soon as she made a move, she expected to feel jaws clamped around her neck. She wanted to keep still, but her body was shaking too violently, out of her control. She considered pulling the blanket over her head, diving under the couch cushions, but fear consumed her, shock immobilized her. Where was Dani...? Where was her protector? Why wasn't he doing something?!

Faith's fate was sealed. She was giving up, but her self preservation couldn't accept it. Amy the predator was going to claim her prey.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO

scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

Complaining? Come now the gentleman was certainly fretful but complaining is a different thing entirely. After all our dear Faith hadn’t been doing any stressing as to the graveness of her situation – it’s somewhat appeasing that someone in the immediate region has a logical brain cell still functional. Daniel’s previous words concerned first death and just how honestly pleasant it had the capacity to be whatever form it came in was a generally accepted piece of knowledge he had scrounged up through the help of a Ms. Evelyn O’Dell, though that was the sole piece of logic he could scrape from the encounter. The rest of it had been an utter waste in his mind, the woman was vile, sadistic and self serving as most were.

The tension raised from the mildest touches of his frozen palm made him somewhat self conscious, aware that the icy sensation was probably unpleasant for her. He nearly cringed at the thought, ashamed of his inability to offer warmth or comfort in his actions. To his surprise, she surrendered her rigid state and lay there, allowing him to stroke her features somewhat tenderly as they both thought. It was a bittersweet moment for the immortal – one of triumph and the soft disappointment of his condition. Dead. The sweet inquiry that he made, asking as to whether or not he could have the privilege of feeding her was responded to with a coughing interrogative as a response.

Dani smirked, pleasantly entertained by her bewilderment. Yes, Daniel Conteo could cook. Rather well as it so happened and without much ceremony he turned on his heel and made his way towards the kitchen. First to be opened was the fridgerator – he retrieved a small pre-thawed and lightly marinated chicken breast which could be placed on the equally petite hibachi grill in the corner. As it heated up, he made his way to the pantry and retrieved a box of angel hair pasta and a box of Alfredo sauce. (Chicken Alfredo). Dani was a fan of the Italians’ cuisine. He however would never get the opportunity to show Faith just how proficient he was at cooking this particular dish.

As the door creaked open, the vampire grew still, listening intently to the sound of heels on the hardwood and then the voice of his cousin. ”You know I enjoy Italian, Amy.” He replied casually, though he had turned off the grill and moved to the doorway of the kitchen. Leaning against the doorjam, his appendages folded over his broad yet lean torso. A brow ascended at her appearance – not at all surprised by the somewhat formal attire. My, my Cuz. Naturally this was stated in jest, he simply wondered how many men he should be draining for having naughty thoughts about his familiar link.

”You would be dramatic enough to break in.” He snorted in reproach, eyeing her in a way that suggested superiority or at least some sort of past mentoring. The statement that she had tried to get in touch made him shrug, a small smirk curled the outermost seams of his aperture in a lazy expression. ”My phone died, Ms. Kalt. Calm thoughts.” She was taking her time to…ah. There it was. As a youthful vampire she was still catching onto things like smell, though that reaction time was astonishingly slow. Frankly Faith’s scent had bore a hole in Daniel’s nostrils. Her observation was recognized with a small chuckle of his own, quiet and deadly. ”She’s of no concern to you Amethyst.” It was stated in a territorial fashion, the ominous glitter in the male’s gaze disclosing his disinterest in sharing this potential meal. After all, he had put in all the time nursing her back to something like health.

Speaking of weak mortals, poor Faith. Internally Daniel winced – sorry that Amy had to be caught on such poor terms. This would leave a bad impression in Faith’s mind about Amy as a person. Amy’s thirst was constantly out of control and it got the young immortal into quite a bit of trouble, trouble that Daniel ended up bailing her out of more often than not. The trouble with that was dear Amy was accustomed to having someone there to make certain there was no end in sight. She was a little bit sheltered, a little bit protected and a lot spoiled. That however was Sebastian’s fault, and Desoto’s (her godfather). Daniel only took credit for siring…and what a credit to receive. So he stood there in the doorway, each and every strand of sinew taut in preparation for the inevitable…waiting…



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SHES THE KIND OF GIRL

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The smell was rather...intoxicating, to say the least and the girl's manicured hand twitched at her side, but to hold back from letting it get the best of her, Amy folded her arms beneath her breasts. She inhaled deeply, as if to calm herself, but all she smelt then was the fear that the girl had and it drove Amy crazy. Not even five minutes in her cousin's apartment and the vampire was on edge. Thankfully, however, the smug look that Daniel had on his facade when he was eying her attire had distracted Amy from the other female in the house...momentarily. "What? It's Fashion Week. Think I'd dress as a bum? Please..." She snorted in false amusement and turned her head to the food. It did smell good, but she knew that even if she did eat it, there would be nothing to gain except for a mild flavor. Hmmm...

Easing over to the pan of food, she picked up a piece of chicken and devoured it easily. "Not too bad, Cuz." She teased and leaned against the counter, her arms resuming their positions across her chest. The smell of the girl was swelling in Amy's head and it made her canines begin to take their pointed forms, though the young woman was trying to focus on her cousin and not the girl. But hell, it was hard. "So, is she a girlfrienddddd, Dani? Kind of protective, don'tcha think?" Her tongue rolled around the front of her teeth and the girl grinned as she teased her cousin. Him? Fancying a mortal? Oh, the family would be proud - following in the footsteps of his father who also took in a weak mortal and called her his own.

"By the way, I didn't break in. You shouldn't keep your door locked." Amethyst stated matter of factly before turning and grabbing another piece of chicken from the pan. "How about you make me a plate while I go to the bathroom? We can chat and catch up on stuff, huh? Even get to know your girly-friend, perhaps?" The tone in Amy's voice seemed to be completely genuine and rather arrogant - the normal Amy. Her body was relaxed as she shifted her weight to leave the kitchen, easily ducking underneath Dani's arm and making a beeline down the hall to what would appear to be the bathroom. One glance over her shoulder, though, and she noticed Dani hadn't been watching her. A twisted smirk appeared on her features while she sauntered into her cousin's living, to see the girl curled on the couch; she was a shaking bundle of nerves.

A slender brow rose while Amy narrowed the distance between her and the chick and she tilted her head. "You're...seeing my cousin? You shaking...sweaty...nervous...thing?" Every syllable dripped off Amy's lips slowly - painfully slow as she stopped and stared down at her with an arrogant stance. Her slender hip was cocked a bit at an angle and her arms crossed at the chest for a moment as she 'seized' up the girl below her. This would be too easy, now wouldn't it? Where's the catch? Amethyst mused to herself and let out a throaty chuckle, all before relaxing her body and her jaw. The glossed lips parted and it was soon noticeable that her teeth had become pointed and her eyes were all too set on the girl's throat. But, eying the flesh of the girl reminded Amy of how badly she was shaking...and that just pissed her off.

"Oh, cry me a river." She sighed before completely throwing her slender body onto the shaking female. One of her palms managed to clasp itself around the mortal's mouth, in an attempt to silence, if not muffle her screams. Easily straddling the shaking bundle of nerves, Amy opened her jaw and latched her fangs into the tender throat, though she bit down roughly, causing blood to spill out of her mouth and onto both her and the girl. God damnit. My clothes... Was the only thing going on in Amy's mouth as she sucked down on the sweet elixir. Yummo.

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NOTES bah! SO sorry this took so long x.x and its not even all that good. fml.
TAG faith & dani.
CREDIT[/color] BETH BBY ?! of caution two point ohh.

[*Faith Riddle]

Every one of the clock's tick was a blast in her eardrums. She was watching the second hand making a circuit around the face. She couldn't take her eyes from the steadfast revolution. She'd be dead in three minutes, five minutes tops. Her counting down felt sickening, but there wasn't much else she could do. She was going to be ripped from life by that creature. She'd much rather throw herself in Amy's arms than watch her last moments ticking away.

The clock was doing a poor job drowning out the conversation in the kitchen. Loud as the timekeeper seemed to be, she could hear every word spoken. Eavesdropping was irresistible. She needed to know what was happening. Watching the clock was fast becoming maddening. Dani accented calm and patience. Amy's tone dripped with mockery. Faith loathed her.

The idea of appearing weak and scared in front of her soon-to-be attacker was too awful and degrading to stomach. She felt horribly pitiful. Faith really didn't want to give Amy the satisfaction of dominance, but the poor defenseless human was completly freaking out, and had no hope of relaxing her trembling body. Faith's fear was palpable, her heart rate was off the scale; Amy was probably finding this delicious. This was for the better. If Faith had the power to ring the dinner bells, then that would kill the anticipation. Waiting for Amy to move was agonizing.

Oh how she damned her psychic ability. Clairvoyance was more a curse than a gift, it did nothing but cause trouble. Helping people was worth nothing to her. The human race was greedy and selfish. They didn't deserve her. What was to gain from helping the people who were destined to self-destruct themselves? In the end, her life was the only one worth saving, and she couldn't even do that. So what was it to be an extrasensory freak? To be reduced to this despicable, quivering form. She was pathetic. She felt pathetic. And she owed it all to this accursed supernatural ability.

In actuality, her pessimism came as a surprise. Her hatred was understandable. Her body was destroying itself from the inside out. Ironic that she didn't foresee herself having seizures and spouting blood in order to help people. She was falling apart for them and received nothing in return. Ironic that the one person who was trying to help her was a vampire; a being that was created to destroy her. Her existence might as well be meaningless. Knowing what happened before it happened was a burden. Screwing with the future did terrible things. She tried to warn Dani about that. Well, she was going to pay the price soon enough if Amy would get a damn move on.

She thought too soon. Amy was taking her leave of the kitchen, claiming to go to the bathroom. Faith knew what was about to happen. Too bad her tiny form was vibrating too violently to brace herself for the impact. Her heart was thundering. She thought idly, call of the wild. Funny how her spunky diction prevailed through her last moments. Amy seemed to suddenly appear over her. This was it. Goodbye life. You were never really any good to me.

She was aware of the derogatory remarks. Amy was really full of it. Pompous Bitch. Faith sneered and managed to spit an acidic, "Fuck you." Hardly menacing coming from this petrified little human, but she might as well let Amy know how she felt about her before she died. The vampire lurched for the kill. Involuntarily Faith let out a blood curdling scream, but Amy swiftly muffled it. She felt Amy's fangs tear into her pliant throat, and then the gushing of her blood.

Faith instinctively thrashed with adrenaline fueled energy, but she couldn't shake the vampire's fangs from her jugular, and the movement only worsened the laceration. The sudden burst of energy was failing her. The lights were starting to dim. Amy became a blur. Her limbs went limp, her jaw slackened. She felt very cold, but she was no longer shaking.

Almost completly drained of life, she felt too faint to do anything more. But bless her strong little heart, it was giving one helluva fight. It's slow thumping was the only sound filling her ears now. It refused to give up, determined to chug on. Faith was on the edge of unconsciousness. Her mental faculties were weakening. She wasn't fighting passing out, she simply couldn't. Even now her body was unmerciful. But at least she wasn't scared anymore. At least she could die peacefully. Granted at least this, she welcomed death.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO

scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –


Imagine that just for a second Daniel Conteo has a chance in what is to come. Operate on the basis that he is cold, calculated and a murderer. Then think to yourself, Amy is family. Amy is not only family but one of his own creation. Then of course you have to consider the fact that this killer has promised one Faith Riddle his protection. How then would you say that this scenario could end? Does it present a problem to you as well as me? There are two courses of action that can of course be taken. Three if you count that of apathy.

How exactly do you think you would respond? If your cousin had every intention of eating your potential lover what would you say? Would you say that family comes first or would you say to hell with relations and side with the more attractive woman? Can you really justify the idea of making a decision based solely on that one factor? Connection? Should there be instinct put into it as well? What if your actions don’t just flow? What if you actually have to think? Does that make you a hero or a coward? Does it make you smart or stupid? Weak or strong?

Imagine…just for a second…that you had the time to go over this. Imagine you’re immortal. Imagine being used to having years to make long term effect decisions…and then imagine having a matter of seconds to jumble that process up into the right decision. Can you feel the pressure? Can you feel that reminder of what a cold sweat would feel like? Can you feel your breath catching and your eyes widen? Can you feel it? And yet you still can’t have any idea the weight that settled on the vampire’s shoulders.

As Daniel stood at the doorway to the kitchen he studied his cousin’s features reticently, scoping out the various ticking muscles in them as if to decipher what action was to come next. If only it worked that way. Clearly she had caught onto the fact he was somewhat skeptical of her formal garb and the explanation endowed was enough to coax a snort of laughter. Amy and her shenanigans. As far as Dani was concerned fashion was a waste of time – at least fashion shows and as a career. There was nothing particularly glorious about it. It was all shallow and fading. There was nothing great or eternal about it.

As the teasing began Daniel could only roll his eyes, which had begun to glaze over with irritation anyway. Frankly he was more at ease just cooking for Faith. ”Actually, I think I am just the right amount of protective.” He replied dryly to her last inquiry, though as she made herself comfortable with the chicken he began to grow more at ease with her there. The snarky remarks just kept coming but he had grow far more than immune to such things as they had grown closer following her transformation. Amethyst wasn’t truly very complex, not at all stupid but not one of those slimy twisted irritating sorts either.

She was an understandable creature if one was willing to handle the quirks. As she mentioned wandering to the bathroom he frowned. She was still new to being a vampire but potty breaks were never a necessity for those who can’t process food. Rolling his eyes, he reasoned she could be wandering to straighten her hair or fix her makeup. Something stupid. Shaking his head, he went back to the chicken, still thinking over his cousin’s actions.

Leave it to Daniel to allow his bloodlusting cousin to go play with the girl he’d brought home to guard. If he received the chance to mull the situation over – he doubtlessly would – he would probably kick himself. He could vaguely make out voices – the girls probably having a pissing match while he slaved over dinner. Wasn’t this a reversal of roles. Having the desire to mutter to himself, the scent of fear had begun to grow almost too strong to bear and so he decided it was time to save Faith from his cousin’s stupid chatter. Perhaps she was telling Faith a story or something foolish like that.

As he was but one step from the door to the kitchen Faith’s bloodcurdling wail keened through the walls and shook his ear drums, Amy’s next words making his own borrowed blood begin to boil. If spontaneous combustion was possible for a nearly frozen creature then Daniel most certainly would have. Pity. His strides became abrupt, lengthening into something akin to bounds as he lunged out the kitchen. A low barreling snarl bubbled within his throat and accumulated into an enraged bellow as he launched himself towards the couch where Amethyst had subdued Faith.

It did occur to the vampire to ask himself what exactly he was doing. Was it right to save Faith? Or was it more humane to let Amy simply drain her and be over it? Doubtless Faith’s recovery would be a painful one if she even survived at this point. However, his antics were mechanic and instinctive as he launched his body – each and every pound of raw sinew hurtling through the air in a taut, rigid state very much like a brick wall. Already his smooth arms were poised and prepared, one finding its way around Amy’s waist while the other circled her neck.

With freakish ease he clenched the appendages around the spritely vampire, crunching down on internal organs, her windpipe, her spine and various veins in between. His growls simply kept coming, rolling off of his tongue like a feral behemoth as his own incisors sank into her shoulder – aiming to pierce through to the tender nerves bunched between the muscle and bone as he abruptly yanked in an effort to dislodge her. He offered one more roar, this one containing decipherable language, ”Amethyst! Let go!” At that point he squeezed to the point of probably nearing her bones’ breaking point. Her spine would heal yes but that wouldn’t be comfortable.

Pulling her away, the abruptness of his last attempt enough to jar her from her prey, he tossed her very much like a rag doll, across the room and into the adjacent wall – back towards that lovely chicken she pretended to be interested in. Hissing over his shoulder at her in a dismissive fashion – the knowledge that he would have broken her rapture obvious as he paid no more attention to the immortal before crouching and gathering the gushing Faith into his arms. The same arms that had been a vice to Amy becoming a cradle for the frail, limp mortal.

A deep, melancholy frown had already begun to etch itself into the beautiful features of the vampire, something like confusion in his cerulean gaze as he stroked her features with the back of his palm. His gaze flickered towards the wound which still pulsed out little streams of blood. The remnants of her life. His voice once it finally did surface sounded broken and haggard, though perhaps this was due to the quiet whisper it came out in. ”Faith, I’m sorry. I’m so stupid.” He had bent over her, rocking her like a shattered doll with his forehead against hers.

This was the point of no return really. This was where the fork was in the road. That decision we discussed earlier. What was he to do? Was it better to let her die and be heartbroken or make her live and exist knowing you created two monsters? Daniel had faced so many dilemmas already that this one he met with unsurprised pessimism. Frankly there was no winning this. If he won Faith lost. If Faith died he lost. Stroking her paling features, he watched her pulse begin to disintegrate with despair close in his gaze.

With a burst of rage he screamed over his shoulder towards his cousin, who would probably wave off the outburst in her maddening female way. A careless slice of his incisors opened the veins in his wrist as he moved to cradle her head against his chest. Taking his now slightly bleeding appendage in hand, he squeezed it nearly to the point of snapping so that blood rained down into the slightly agape mouth of the mortal. Not mortal for long. There was no trace of emotion save for the quiet hope that he hadn’t decided too late and waited to the point where the decision was no longer his. Ironic; all it took was Faith.

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