; darling, you're bleeding

[amethyst]

SHES THE KIND OF GIRL

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The whole fuck you comment that she had sent to the vampire was the wrong thing to do. Disrespect was something to really set Amy off, and this resulted in her practically locking her jaw like a Pitbull around the mortal's neck. For those few moments, she didn't care if she was spilling more blood than drinking. She didn't care if the liquid was staining her clothes and soaking into her skin. All that was on Amy's mind was to destroy and devour - a savage state of mind that she always went into when such things happened; when the monster in her was released from its barriers.

Harsh growls were bubbled past the thick blood as Amethyst only grew more aggressive in her attack. Surely her teeth had ruptured veins and arteries and damaged plenty of muscle in the girl's neck, but do you really think a vampire cared at that point? To be blunt, and rather obvious, Amy was ruthless. When she wanted something - she got it. It was sweet, really. The blood she was consuming and letting her taste buds bathe it. What a dream. A dream that was soon enough to be fucked up when she heard the baratones of her cousin break into the room.

It wasn't enough to break her from the mortal - Amy's jaw was still tightened around her throat even as Dani locked his arms around her in an attempt to pry her from the victim. The growls turned louder but as the pressure he was bringing down onto her body grew more intense, she finally pried her teeth from the damaged neck. "God damnit." She hissed and wriggled herself out of Dani's grasp after he tossed her aside to go cradle the girl. A disk had probably slipped in Amy's spine because of an annoying pain that was causing her to cringe when she went to move her body to straighten herself out.

She wasn't even full in her stomach and that pissed her off.

Looking towards Daniel as he caressed the bloody female, Amy rose an eyebrow and folded her arms over her blood-smeared chest. "Tell me you're going to change her. She doesn't deserve to be saved, Daniel. Don't be like your father who converted a pathetic girl for selfish reasons." She seethed with a firmed jaw and narrowed eyes. Would he really be that stupid as to waste his time and try to save this girl?! Unbelievable. This aggravated Amy even more so than she had previously been - and it wouldn't end well. Her muscles were tensed and she forgot about the pain in her spine as she momentarily began to plot another attack on the girl - to really insure the fact that there would be no chance of her cousin wasting his time on converting the dying girl who was bleeding like a damn fountain. However, as she stepped forward with her mouth agap, the vampire froze in her step and thought for a moment.

Daniel had done the same for her - he saved her life back in Costa Rica and he created what she was today. Had there been someone else around to watch what happened with Daniel and Amethyst, maybe they would have protested just as she was doing at the present moment. What if Dani had never converted her? She'd be digested by worms by now, wouldn't she? So why not take a breather, Amy, and let your cousin do what he wants to do - save this girl? Why be so selfish? Why be...such a bitch?

Frustrated, she grunted and wiped her mouth which made her palm covered in blood but she didn't care. "I can't watch this." A murmur was sent out of the bloodied lips as she made her way into the bathroom, to leave her cousin to do whatever he had to do...or really, whatever he wanted to do. The door was locked and she stripped herself of the shirt with the blood-soaked front and tossed it into the tub while she grabbed a wash cloth and began to clean her mouth, chest, and hands of the girl's blood. While she did this, you must be wondering one thing: Did she feel sorry?

Not in the least bit.

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[*Faith Riddle]

From the top of the show.

Setting: An apartment building in London. A green eyed, black haired, fair skinned girl is awakened by the crash of shattering glass. She doesn't know where she is or who she is. She's lost. Where to go? What to do? There's a girl on the floor. She's dead, Blood everywhere. Abandoned. Get out of London, board the fist ship, doesn't matter where.

Plot: She comes to New York City. She meets a vampire.

Genre: Tragedy. The girl is lost in this world. She can't remember anything. She's abandoned, so alone. No family, no friends, no hope. Until the vampire. This beautiful blue-eyed creature takes an interest. Well then... hope is foolish. A happy ending for these two is absurd. The vampire's fabrication was designed for one thing, and one thing only. To kill. Impossible for this relationship to work.

Main Characters: Faith Riddle. Daniel Conteo. Oh yes, and let's not forget our antagonist, the lovely Ms. Amethyst Kalt.

This is a timeless story about the forbidden love of a hunter and his prey thrown together by the hand of fate. A tragedy with a mind-blowing climax and a catastrophic ending. A warning: this story is not for the faint of heart.

Life is nothing but a play. The show's been cast, the plots been written, it's genre and setting selected. There's an introduction, rising action, conflict, twists and turns to a climax, and finally... nothing. It ends. The characters have a script to follow. Some may not like the ending. They try to change it, desiring a happily ever after. But what's already been written cannot be altered, it'll eventually end the same way.

Faith was ready for the end. Foolish to think it'd be a good one. Foolish to trust a vampire. Therein lay her tragic flaw. It deeply saddened her that there was no one to miss her, no one to remember her. She was going to have lived and died completly alone. Wrong. One person cared. On person would remember her, maybe even miss her. Tragic that he wasn't a person at all. He was a monster. But he wasn't the one sucking her blood ravenously. He was the one trying to be the hero.

Tragically he was too late. The real monster was unmerciful. A ruthless, mindless, cold, murderer. Driven by savage blood lust, her jaws were bound to her victim's neck. She relentlessly sucked up what was keeping her satisfied and robbing Faith of what she needed to survive.

There was a magnificent roar and something hard slammed into Amy's back. The pressure momentarily crushed Faith into the couch. An arm seemed to materialize around her attacker's neck in a chokehold, and Amy's incisors were ripped from her jugular. Through half-lidded eyes she could blearily make out Dani. He took her gently into his arms and pressed his forehead against her's. She tried focusing on his vividly blue irises. They were the last thing she saw before her lids fell.

This was a better place to die, in Dani's arms rather than under Amy. She felt finally at peace, perfectly happy. This was a good ending. But the vampire had something else in store for her.

Faith swallowed. She felt a trickle teasing her esophagus. This sweet, heavenly liquid was relieving her parched veins. She needed more. NO! the remnants of her breath caught in her throat. She needed to spit this out immediately. She knew what was happening. She was afraid of this.

She sputtered weakly. This wasn't supposed to happen to her. She couldn't live like him. Faith swallowed again. Vile elixir! Another swallow. Her veins flared, they needed this, they needed to be filled, they needed relief. She tried turning her head away, but her body viciously thrashed. Her veins throbbed painfully. They needed more. Damn her for trying to get away from the source of this wondrous remedy. Energy surged to her arm. It reflexively shot for the source and jerked it to her mouth.

She couldn't stop herself, her blood vessel's were searing. Drinking this down was the antidote, it would make her well again. She sucked at it feverishly. It wasn't enough! The succulent liquid wasn't assuaging her. She was burning up, yet she continued to drink fervently, she was so thirsty. She needed the blood back. She lost so much.

Her eyes flashed open. They found Dani's face and widened, perfectly horror stricken, accusing. Why are you doing this?! Damn him, selfish, selfish vampire. She needed to stop, but the burning was agonizing. She glared at him furiously, hurt that he betrayed her this way.

Time to stop.

She couldn't drink anymore. Faith thrust Dani's arm away. She was alive, animate. Her breath was back and erratic. Her insides were blazing no longer. She glowered poisonously at her rescuer. She was furious. With a swift movement, she backhanded Dani across the face, "WHY?!" she snarled. "DAMN YOU! I SHOULD HAVE DIED!"

Then she couldn't hold it any longer, she broke down, the tears streamed down her face. She shrieked and threw herself against him. She beat at his chest in a passionate fit of anger and frustration until finally she smashed her face against his shoulder and sobbed.

Without warning, she felt a stab of pain in her chest. She released a harsh scream before crumpling up. Pain, unlike anything she ever felt before raced through her body. She writhed on the floor shrieking. This way to death was excruciating, but it was death, it was what she wanted, it was inevitable, it was grueling, it was indescribable. She shouldn't have forgotten that she had to die, it's what has been written. The show must go on.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO



scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

It was such a mess even from the beginning. Daniel’s once lucid mind now clouded with the mingling of Amethyst’s blood and Faith’s, the scents crowding in on his thoughts – a temptation dangling before him. It took such effort not to allow his eyes to glaze over and finish her, go on the monstrous killing spree. One had to comprehend that as a newborn he would have had them both. It didn’t matter that Amy was a vampire - he’d been a cannibal of sorts, so hell bent on that sweet nectar that the breed was of little consequence.

The small outburst from the immortal as he tossed her aside, cool palms swooping in to cradle her features tenderly as he stared into their paling crevices. He searched for some vague strand of hope that she would live through this. There was none to be found. Somehow he was not surprised by this grim discovery. He stared into those glazed eyes for several long, stranded, breathless moments. Faith… Internally Dani plead with her, begged her to remain conscious and to go back to that charming librarian he had first encountered. The “grown up” in him said this was an impossibility.

The cutting words of his cousin slicing through the air induced a small smirk while a growl elicited itself in the immortal’s severely dry throat. A frigid glance was afforded her as his reply came – calm and icy, hostile as possible in the current circumstances. ”Yes I should definitely rethink it, as it would seem I still suffer from my last progeny.” Endowing her a pointed glance, a hiss deep in his throat sounded and he shook his head; dismissing Amy to her silly fussing over her clothing. A deep growl seemed to keep sounding from within the depths of his diaphragm as he fretted over the mortal.

Faith’s gaze was glazing over as she began to grow weak from the blood loss, his features creasing as he lost sight of those emerald mirrors. ”Faith..” He called her back to him helplessly. All this before the moment of truth. The small gurgling noise that manifested itself from the soon to be greater than mortal woman’s lips was enough to induce a flinch from the vampire. His frown was a mixture of deep sadness, regret and the dying hope of a solitary soul. Naturally she wouldn’t want this, who would.

It happened as it always did though, the initial fight sputtered down only to have her groaning for more of the lustrous crimson liquid he had initially offered. Daniel was all too familiar with the keen ache in her gut and that irreversible, relentless need for blood that now overturned all former logic and left her breathless for more. The new vigor she sported for his blood only induced a bitter smirk as she clenched her jowls around his wrist. It must have taken her ten minutes to sate the thirst that now governed her every thought. As she finally seemed to “top off”, giving him his limb back with a violent shove, he sighed.

Not glancing at the weakly oozing appendage, no his oculi were focused solely on the loathing features of his charge. Her anger was unsurprising but stung all the same. Amethyst had granted him some irritation as to the manner of him changing her – he was much less gentle with his cousin than he had been with Faith, however he was eventually grateful. Faith seemed beyond reason on more than one front. As her slender palm sliced over his countenance it was not the force that hurt but the principle of it.

In comparison to his her strength was still so meager as she changed, his features moved to the side out of reflex almost as if to decrease the weight of the blow on his features by allowing his face to be moved by the swipe. His gaze once it returned to her was somewhat blank though they colored with emotion as she exploded into her tirade of beating ineffectually at his chest with her tiny fists. He allowed her to release her frustration and despair upon him, his gaze settling on the top of her skull before she collapsed against him.

His chilled arms wound loosely about her waist, Daniel breathing a sigh as he listened to her tears fall and her broken sobs. Only to have his lobes assaulted by the rapture of her high pitched scream as the pain tore through her innards. As he had at the coffee shop, he gingerly lowered her to the floor as her fit set in, settling to watch helplessly though he gathered her skull into his lap – cradling it against the hard floor. She was dying to the world and becoming something different altogether. Faith would not enjoy the immortal life. Much like himself she lacked that predatory instinct for the most part.

For the most part. Clearly Dani had the instinct. He had done some truly ruthless things in his time, atrocities beyond the imagination of most sane fellows. Frowning quietly as he waited for the episode to subside and her death to be finalized – a morbid activity to be sure but quite honestly that was what he was doing. He felt somewhat useless. In fact he was. ”I’m sorry, Faith. I told you though. Told you that I was selfish. You should have run then.” The only thing he could think beyond that was ”Too late.”


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[*Faith Riddle]

She couldn't glare at him anymore. She couldn't control her features as hot pain stabbed at her. Her face was contorted, her shrieks glass shattering. She could take no more of it and it had been minutes since she drank his blood. Her body was changing internally. In the back of her mind she knew what it was doing. Her blood, or what was left of it, was boiling. She was drained of her human blood and filled with alien, vampire blood. Her body couldn't support it, so it was being revamped into something that could. Her metabolism was altering as well, it would use blood for energy. Her organs were failing her, what did a dead thing need them for? Her bone matrix was changing, too. The vampire blood was making them stronger, durable, hard as diamonds. On top of that, she was becoming highly flammable. For reasons unbeknownst to her, she wouldn't be able to stand UV rays either.

She knew what the finished product would look like: pale skin, pointed incisors. Something in Dani's blood would preserve her body as well, prevent it from decaying. She was to be a walking, animated corpse with brain functions. She'd be extremely deadly, but beautiful.

She didn't want this life, she wasn't cut out for it. She wasn't a murderer. She hated Dani for doing this to her, fate or not. She would have her revenge, surely. But first she needed to endure three days of agonizing pain. This should be killing her. The messed up part of this is it was killing her. She was dying, but it felt all wrong. She wanted, an end to this. Unfortunately all she was getting was a new beginning.

*Exactly 72 Hours Later*

The pain was ebbing. Her heart thumped for the last time in her life, then was completly still. Faith's eyes were wide open. She lost her vision somewhere in the process, but it was coming back now. Everything looked sharpened, a lot more colorful and defined. She shouldn't be hearing anything, the room was supposed to be silent to a human ear. But she could distinctly hear the kitchen faucet dripping. Every drop boomed in her ear drums. Undoubtedly her eyes and ears needed time to adjust. She was on the couch. She moved her head to the side slightly and the scent of the pillow, eau de Dani, invaded her nostrils potently.

Faith sat bolt upright. Her senses were overwhelming, she needed to absorb everything. Her hand caught her attention. It was a smooth, blemish free, bloodless white. Pigmentation was nonexistent. She could stare at it for hours if she wanted to and marvel. She ripped her eyes away, they darted around the room wanting to see everything at once. Absentmindedly her fingers went to her teeth. Faith sucked in a gasp when she pricked her index on one of her new fangs. She watched the tiny pinprick heal before her eyes not a second later and gasped again.

The taste of a droplet of her blood teased her taste buds. That was when she realized how thirsty she was. She moaned, her throat, her veins, they were parched. She felt hungry, but not how a human should feel it. This hunger was savage. Her fangs were throbbing. Her teeth had a new purpose now, and they wanted to fulfill it.

So this was her new self. She absolutly despised it. Her eyes fell on Dani and stayed there. He looked... normal. Like an ordinary guy with appealing features. She remembered how beautiful he looked to her before, how godlike. He was still the devilishly handsome Dani, but his image wasn't as awe striking. She remembered she hated him for doing this to her, she still did. She still felt connected to her emotions, but something in the back of her mind told her such emotions were foolish, she didn't need them. She refused to let them go, she refused to become a statue like him.

"Well? Aren't you going to feed your new monster?" she spat curtly. She glared at her maker with fire behind her eyes. She loathed him, but he was all she had now. Under the anger and hatred was a very frightened vampire. Under the vampire was lingering human emotion. She was being mean. Dani made her this way because he didn't want to lose her. He cared about her. Grateful she was not; she'd rather be dead. But guilt was close at hand. She'd feel sorry for the slap, for her tongue. Even though he deserved it, it wasn't in her nature to be cold and cruel. That was the vampire talking. She refused to allow herself to become like that, like such a... bitch.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO



scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

The next three days were somewhat agonizing, and from someone who experienced the world in terms of centuries rather than your pedestrian one minute, two minute, three minute four, that was quite a statement. Daniel was honestly at a loss of words, and really hadn’t anything to do but wait as she mutated into the monster that he was. Her delicate features contorted into various expressions of horror and pain and anguish and confusion. How he suddenly wished he had never run into her there at the library. Then again he was not entirely too guilty when it came to Faith Riddle. He had in fact warned her…on multiple occasions. And therein lay his frustration.

Should he feel remorse over turning her? It had been out of his hands, and the fact that he had saved her was just another part of his persona – he was merciful on occasion and our dear Faith had caught him on one such occasion. He had seated himself on the sofa – already having cleaned the blood from the floor and the cushions as he was somewhat accustomed to the predicament of having bloodstains all over the place. Then again he tried not to make it a habit – eating indoors. Not in his own home anyway. Though Dani wasn’t one to call any one place “home”, he was far too big a traveler for that.

Shifting just as he began to hear the sounds of the woman, his fresh newborn, awakening from her stupor he breathed in an unnecessary breath. She would be absolute ravenous, and probably bratty as hell. Frowning at the thought of his sweet Faith being a pestilent, irritating little trollop, he rose and maneuvered towards the spare bedroom where he had managed to haul her writhing form. As he almost meekly approached the doorway, the cool azure of his gaze slid from the portion of the bed where her ankle would assumedly be all the way up to her snarling features.

As she realized he was there a brow ascended at the snappy words that were induced by his mere appearance. The feisty wench induced a faint smirk though he shook his head, a faint snarl bubbling in his throat for several moments in what could be construed as a warning. ”Faith you aren’t a pet. There are several different bottles in the bar. I’d sample each to find which one you are partial to.” Though he highly doubted it would matter to her at present. Shifting in place once again, appendages folded over the broad expanse of his torso.

One would hope her anger would ebb and they would get along just fine. If not he could simply behead her and she would receive the swift end she so obviously had desired. A thief that’s probably what she thought of him – robbing her of her just end. Rolling his eyes at the dramatics of it all, Daniel turned and wandered out of the room – leaving the door wide open so that she could slip out of bed and follow. She could come and get her own meal if she so wanted but treating her like some pampered fluffed poodle was not on his list of things to do. Not that he couldn’t see himself treating her to such a luxury but that wasn’t something she’d receive if she was going to be crabby.

It seemed far fetched but Daniel clung to the hope that she would come to some sort of sense over the situation, perhaps she would never be happy with it but she would find reason and grant that his actions were not completely unfounded. In fact they were a testament to his good nature – if she was unaware then she was blind. As the immortal moved to the bar, his fingertips touching over the marble countertop as he made certain there were several bottles prepared for her culinary delight. A quaint sneer ticked at the outermost seams of his lightly bristled aperture – something to do with the irony.

She had never thought that she could come to harm thanks to her precious visions and now look where they had landed her. Shaking his head in a dismissive fashion, he seated himself back into the lazy boy chair that was situated beside the large window overlooking the cityscape which was faintly lit by lights and brought to life by the somewhat irregular sounds of cars screeching, horns honking and people yellow over the rest of the ruckus. Thankfully Dani had mastered tuning out each one if he focused for just a moment and then he could naturally simply…not hear it…Somehow he doubted the fledgling would have such luck.

How unfortunate for her. Frowning, he cradled his features in one palm and massaged his temple while his lips formed a straight line of quiet concentration – working to keep himself passive and less than irritated with the entire situation.



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[*Faith Riddle]

Faith rolled bloodshot green eyes when his back was turned, Not a pet my ass... She needed to be taken care of for now, and Dani wasn't so cold-blooded as to not to do at least that for her. Faith leaped out of bed with smooth agility that would otherwise astonish her if her throat hadn't been burning. She was close at his heels until she came into the next room. The light was surprisingly stunningly bright compared to the dim light in the bedroom. Faith hissed involuntarily, then slapped a hand over her mouth when she realized the primitive sound came from her own lips. She lowered her horror stricken eyes while they adjusted.

The blaring clamor coming from outside was overwhelming. To her dismay, she released another hiss. She clapped her hands over her ears, but the sound refused to be muffled. Her need for the liquid that would assuage her throbbing fangs outweighed the need for comfort. She flashed to the bar faster than she intended, and nearly collided with the thing. Moving that fast just wasn't normal. Faith gave a small whimper, then hastily selected a bottle that smelled nice and went to join Dani.

Faith stared at the couch with hatred. Anger bubbled up in her chest, she loathed the piece of furniture. Maybe she'd burn it when Dani wasn't around. She didn't want to sit on it, and Dani was occupying the only other chair. Oh well. She squeezed herself between the arm of the recliner and his side and curled into him. Being close to him again instantaneously made her feel better. Without further thought, Faith yanked the top off the bottle and downed the blood. She grimaced because it shouldn't have tasted so good. She was still very thirsty, but the edge was taken off. She didn't want to drink blood until her thirst was unbearable again.

Faith buried her face in his shirt. Dani was terrible when it came to comforting someone. She didn't care, she just wanted to be close. When she was human, this was a rare opportunity. Now that she was like him, she didn't have to worry about him wanting to bite her. And he never wanted to bite her. Faith suddenly felt crushed with guilt. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she kept repeating over and over, mumbling into his chest. "Please don't hate me, I'll be good, I promise," she pleaded desperately. "I really didn't mean for any of this to happen. I'm sorry you had to bite me," she continued miserably. She couldn't deny her new thirst for blood was somewhat fault. Dani tried pushing her away, she wouldn't listen, this was the consequence.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO



scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

The less than inviting persona that the newborn sported was more than enough to drive Daniel from her presence. In fact her very aura was maddening, even without the hostility and sarcastic remarks he found himself repelled by the snarling expression that glittered on that sinfully beautiful face of hers. After all, she was his, wasn’t she? His convert? Perhaps, but the humanitarian that Dani was would not allow him to disregard that inherent human right she supposedly had which said she could do as she pleased. Conteo wasn’t one to condone slavery, being something of an independent himself.

He was vaguely aware of her progress as she alighted from the mattress, tossing the lavishly silk sheets aside like maggoty rags and moving gracefully through the open hallway into the wan light of the living room. The somewhat obnoxious and absolutely primitive noise she made in response to the variance in lighting could only induce a faint smirk from the immortal – that would take some getting used to. However, he maintained that it was much less cruel than his first introduction to alternate lighting. Daniel had been shown the sun as a sort of reality check to introduce him to his new lifestyle so any lighting experience that did not involve third degree burns and damage to the corneas was something of a gift. She was being pampered.

The buffet he had set before her was perhaps too much for the whelp as she fretted over which to choose. Perhaps he should have said something to the effect that it didn’t matter. He doubted she would leave any before the period of necessity was over. Then again she would probably have every intention of fighting her…condition. It was somewhat foolish. This was her new self. She might as well grow accustomed to the concept of being what society would deem a monster. Maybe in time she would embrace it as many did.

The vengeful stare that the female endowed his sofa induced a chuckle, the tips of his incisors shimmering dangerously as a faint smirk announced his amusement at her misplaced anger. Naturally it wasn’t the couch’s fault she was no longer alive. Whose was it really? Amy’s? No. She just killed Faith. His? No he hadn’t told Amy to start mauling Faith…really whose fault was it? That seemed to be the question everyone wanted to know the answer to. And yet no one was growing any closer to conclusive data.

He noted how little of the poisonously addictive crimson liquid she inhaled with the tick of his brow, though somewhat unsurprised at her course of action; the will to fight monstrosities was deeply instilled in the woman, a quality christened “integrity”. She had morals that said drinking blood was a no-no. He wondered to himself how long that would take to change. Would it grow to a refined, accepted habit or a sporadic frustrated binging spree of mass killings and gore? Frankly he preferred the former, it was less messy and truly not such a waste of life. The humans that died in the course of a methodic killer were less so than one of a serial killer who has allowed their thirst to build until it becomes a tide they can no longer escape. Breathing a sigh, he dismissed the thought only with the aid of his newly acquired companion. He was not surprised when the cool sensation of her skin, the flesh of her arms and features pressing against the thin cloth of his shirt roused him from his musings. He was even less surprised that he found himself missing the warmth of the human Faith.

Still, he accepted this change with grim fortitude. She was his after all. As she managed to wriggle into the minute space he scooted so that the angles she was making were not so absolute and she would not grow uncomfortable. Wrapping a single arm around her shoulders and holding her lightly, his fingertips moved absentmindedly over her spine as he studied the flames that still breathed within his fireplace. It was only when she began to murmur incoherently that Daniel found necessity or even a vague inclination to speak. ”I’m sorry too.” It was a short, insensitive statement. But it conveyed his sentiment to a T. He was sorry. Not truly that she was to be with him for eternity, but he was sorry for her loss.

He wondered what an adventure death might have proven for her. Leaning to allow his cheek to rest against the smooth arc of her forehead, he breathed slowly, exhaling breath that smelled something like alluring cologne though not nearly so potent. It was overwhelming and taunting, teasing the senses but just enough to invoke intrigue, nothing close to the suffocating stench of a mint. Daniel was concerned over the affects that blaming herself would have on Faith and he sighed, gathering her up into his arms very much like a child while she leant into the broad sinew of his trunk. ”It’ll be okay.” He muttered, for himself as much as she.



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[*Faith Riddle]

Faith wanted blood. The little vial she downed in half a second was such a tease. She regretted drinking it. How long was this going to last? A few hours? A few days? She didn't have much confidence in herself -- resisting blood was painful. Maybe if she held out long enough the hunger would numb her. She didn't have a clue -- it frightened her how little she knew about vampires. She had so many questions, so many new things to experience. But all Dani was doing was passively holding her, telling her it'd be okay. It wasn't going to be okay. She missed his tough love, despite knowing how hard this moment would be to trade for just that. If she was going to survive in this world, it was in Dani's best interest to stop pampering her.

She had another thing on her mind: her clairvoyant abilities. She was seer, that was part of her. Once, she'd give up anything to rid herself of that ability, but now she felt lost without it. Channeling the future in fits was progressively new to her since she'd been only doing it while she slept for that time being. Sleeping was purely optional for vampires, that she knew. She could still channel in her sleep, but she feared what she might see. Watching herself slaughter her victims wasn't something she wanted to wake up to. Of course, she didn't want to hurt people, but she always had to be prepared for the possibility of slipping up. Though seeing the future is what got her in to this mess, she wasn't prepared to condemn her ability as something evil. She could still use it to her advantage. So if she wasn't going to sleep, she'd have to wait and see in what form her visions would come to her.

Faith felt a sharp pangs in her fangs, reminding her how thirsty she was. She groaned and made herself small in Dani's arms. She refused to give up so easily. She felt diseased being this creature. She'd never give in to it. No offense to Dani, but she didn't want to be like him. There was something else on her mind -- her relationship with Dani. She couldn't deny her growing attraction. Now she felt like she belonged to him, not as a slave, but more of a love interest. He was so... complex though. When she was sure she was on the brink of cracking him, he'd withdraw into his shell for whatever reason. She liked him a lot. She had her suspicions that he liked her, too. So what was stopping him from sealing the deal with a kiss? Them together wasn't as complicated as he thought it was.

"Are you really sorry, Dani?" she looked up at him with scrutinizing eyes. "You selfish vampire. Are you honestly sorry you turned me?" she admitted to herself that she wouldn't be sorry. If a similar situation presented itself, she'd do exactly the same thing he did. "I'm yours now, and you're still not doing anything about it," the hunk of stone needed to open up. He'd be miserable if he never admitted how he really felt about them. What was he afraid of? Insulting her? Well she, for one, wasn't going to settle for whatever game they were playing anymore.

Determination seized her features. Dani was holding her so she was just below his chin. Faith craned her neck and planted a firm, but short kiss on his lips. Parting, she glared at him furiously. "Damn you, do you love me or not?" and she wanted a straight yes or no answer, not his usual, 'I want to but I can't'. That wasn't fair, and most definitely a blow to the heart. Faith made the first move. It was all up to Dani now to accept or reject. She yearned for his love. He didn't have to worry about breaking her, she was just like him now. If Dani didn't change her to be with him, then she gave up on him. She couldn't stay and offer affection to a confused vampire too scared to return it. All or nothing now, no excuses for in between anymore. "I belong to you, I love you. But I need to know, Dani, if you'll love me back."

As much as she wanted to argue more about their relationship, her main priority was getting something to drink. She hated this, she wanted it to be Dani first and blood later. But her fangs were pounding now -- not gentle little throbs anymore. She needed blood, but she was stubbornly refusing it. The blood bottles on the bar were the blood of humans. If she kept drinking it, then she was sure to crave it later when she didn't have the luxury and convenience of the bottled substance. She looked up at Dani accusingly. "When will this end?!" she whined rhetorically. She didn't need an answer for the obvious. This was never going to end until she drank something. Faith crushed her wrist against her mouth and tore into it ravenously. Better herself than a human's blood.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO



scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

In Daniel Conteo’s opinion this encounter had grown from an easy, casual conversation at a public library into a monster, a monster named Faith. Another beast of his creation. He was uncertain as to whether or not he should feel pride or shame. Naturally his cousin and Evelyn would side with the latter. Such downers. Shaking his head reticently as it seemed she too had grown lost in her own thoughts, Daniel’s silent gaze drifted over her exquisite features, quite pale since her transformation but that was to be expected. He had begun to think he would perpetually be missing her lovely warm skin.

However, what was the use of warmth if it was dangerous to touch? Of course his musings would be cut abruptly short by a certain female’s inquiries. Her silken voice crowded in and distracted him from his own thoughts. Are you really sorry? Was he? Daniel wasn’t absolutely certain he could be. This feeling of not being entirely alone was intoxicating, and addictive. Like a drug that he could not find the harm in. He did not verbally respond to her questioning, simply arched a brow. Her last statement however invoked a sigh as his gaze flicked away from her and moved out over the ebony of the curtains, though the bright lights beneath the slits suggested it was night time and the city was stirring.

But so far he had found nothing that he thought necessary to endow with a response. That is, until a pair of cold, sinfully soft lips were pressed against his own. His lids instinctively descended, though the contact was broken much too quickly for his own like and even after she had abandoned him his eyes remained shut. When they did decide to surface once again they were as cool as always, that seafoam blue that was startling and brilliant against his shadowed profile. It appeared she was not finished speaking and so he did not immediately respond to her biting words. How she enjoyed using those harsh tones with him. Little animal that she was.

After it seemed she’d spoken her piece, he smirked, it was a slow, quietly amused expression though his gaze was frozen in perpetual tenderness. Shifting her in his clutches, to face him better, his arms still light around her waist, he chuckled and shook his head. ”You do belong to me, Faith Riddle. And I am yours as much as you are mine. “ At that point the temptation proved too much and his skull dipped to capture her lips once again, the sensation feeling adequate to restart his long dead heart. For minutes he held her, his palms eventually moving to cradle her features as his lips found hers and departed…only to catch them again. It would have been enough to leave them breathless had they needed breath in the first place.

Having satisfied that particular desire, he leant back only slightly, still holding her features gingerly in his icy palms. ”I do love you. Especially when you get all bossy and growl at me.” He smirked, almost lazily, his shoulders sinking as her features contorted in a mixture of pain and irritation. It was almost immediately that his solemnity returned, the backs of his knuckles brushing her cheeks fretfully. ”It varies. But the more you fight it the more painful it’ll be.” His words were gray with melancholy but his cerulean stare seemed affixed on hers, however the weather changed in those looking back at him.




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[*Faith Riddle]

Faith spent countless weekend evenings watching chick flicks, dramas, science fiction, horror films, essentially every movie genre known to man. Those weekends never got old. Snuggling up under a blanket on her couch with a bowl of popcorn and Orion curled in the crevice of her stomach was one of her fondest human memories. Just her and the cat -- movie nights were a weekend tradition. But no matter what she watched, neither gore or aliens could dismiss a love story. She'd watch the guy and girl on the tiny screen find each other -- the one they'd been looking for their whole life. Then plot complications usually followed suit and oftentimes had a devastating effect on their relationship. But by the end of the movie, everything was okay. A passionate kiss concluded the film, and the guy and girl lived happily ever after. Faith envied them for obvious reasons. She wanted that guy, she wanted that kiss. She'd seen them all, from Rick and Ilsa's kiss to the sound of artillery fire in Casablanca to Mary Jane laying one on an upside down Peter Parker in the rain in Spider-man. As she scrutinized these iconic kisses, she'd feel undeniable pangs of jealousy in her gut. She watched the kissing scenes over and over and over again, until she knew them well enough to reenact an exact replica. She hungered for love. She clung to the hope that someday her prince would come. Evidently, that day was today.

Nothing, not her tenacious movie watching or kiss scrutinizing could have prepared her for her first kiss. She'd found her prince charming, her knight in shining armor, the one she'd been looking for her whole life. Dani was her hero, her savior. She'd never ever ask for a better man. He was her everything. The kiss was well worth the wait. When his cold, silken lips greeted her own, green eyes widened, then fluttered close. Her mouth parted and her breath was literally taken away. As he cradled her face, her right arm snaked behind his shoulder and her left hand held the back of his head, holding him closer to her. For minutes their lips were in contact. She never wanted it to end. A spark of life ignited in her dead heart. She never felt so alive in her entire life. When she felt him drawing back, she whined faintly in objection to the sudden separation. She waited too long for this. Dani seemed to have read her mind, because he locked lips again. Faith melted into him and when he departed again, she was completly satisfied. Her head was spinning with utter joy and gratification. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to his, her lips curled into a smile. "First kiss," she admitted. If her heart could beat it would shake the earth. "I love you, too," she returned earnestly.

As she was overcome by the sudden thirst and occupied her wrist with her fangs, she was aware of Dani stroking her chin, and his troubled, cerulean eyes peering into her resentful one's. He gave her a word of advice, one she didn't need to be reminded of. The pain would get worse before it got better, right? How very wrong she was. The air around her stirred. Faith felt her spine tingle -- just uncomfortable enough to abandon her wrist. She didn't like the sudden change of atmosphere. The hairs on her arms stood on end. She bared her fangs and hissed instinctively. She shrank into Dani's arms, now afraid. "What--" she began, then as she turned troubled emerald orbs from Dani's face and to the center of the room, she shrieked.

There was a young girl, maybe seventeen or eighteen, standing there and just staring at Faith. Faith could feel her presence, like little electrical impulses radiated off the girl's skin and pinched Faith. "D-Dani? Are you seeing this?" Faith's voice quaked, then cracked. The girl was holding her throat. She was sheet white... bloodless. Her hand, stained with deep crimson blood pulled away from her throat and revealed two puncture wounds. The blood was spilling now, down her neck, her pink blouse, her jeans, and stained the carpet. She was still staring at Faith with that same vacant expression. The fledgling vampire was shaking. Faith clawed at Dani's shirt, "Do SOMETHING! Do something NOW! Dani--!" She was walking towards Faith slowly with her arms and fingers outstretched. Faith squealed and nearly ripped Dani's shirt from his chest. "What's the matter with you? LOOK! Dani?!?!" Then it occurred to her that maybe she was the only one who could see this girl. She was nothing but an apparition. So she couldn't hurt her, right?

The girl's hands were inches from Faith. Faith released a scream when the girl wrapped her fingers around Faith's throat and started squeezing. Faith gasped for air, the pressure tightened around her neck, choking anymore noise she might make. The vampire went into a thrashing frenzy, her own fingers scrabbling against her neck in an attempt to wrench off what would appear as invisible hands to Dani. The girl lifted the vampire by the grip on her neck and flung her across the room. Faith smashed into the bar, slamming into the edge of the top and crushing her arm into it. The impact snapped her radius in half cleanly. Faith yelped and fell onto her back, panting heavily and shaking. The apparition of the girl was bent over her. Faith flinched away, then the girl simply vanished. Faith knew what it meant. Her visions found a new way to get to her mind and newly cursed body.

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

HERE I GO



scream my lungs out and try to get to you

– – –

Men were funny creatures. They were made smug by the oddest things, simple things that it’s not even worth feeling superior about. Daniel didn’t necessarily feel superior, per say, but smug? Yes, yes he did. The look of reckless abandon in his newborn’s gaze induced a faint smile to flicker over his cold, apparently skilled, lips. Not that it mattered – he planned on kissing her so many times that his kisses were made just for her. Though the brief euphoria was interrupted by the drive of her hunger, the gnawing of her own limb and finally the strangest thing that Dani would have ever witnessed.

Faith seemed to be noticing something – something he could not see. Something absolutely invisible to him but it was obviously quite real to her. The pores on her arms and neck were on end, high in goosebumps that for most vampires were a novelty if even imaginable. As she huddled up against his chest his appendages instinctively cradled her closer – a vain attempt at reassurance. What.. Is what she said. He didn’t know how to respond, but it didn’t really matter – just as he would have a shriek, her shriek, ruptured the quiet – filled with fear and shock.

Confusion stirred on the immortal’s features at her panic, and he immediately shook his head at her inquiry. He most definitely wasn’t seeing what she saw. Of course that didn’t stop him from wanting to rush to her aid, but protecting her from an invisible enemy presented a problem. It wasn’t going away though, whatever it was. A low growl bubbled in his chest, deep and crooning, much like a sound a grizzly might make when provoked despite the fact that well…he couldn’t see the offender. Pity, Daniel probably could have made short work of such a teen.

She was screaming, Faith, and writhing in his arms, driving herself mad flailing away from this thing that was apparently coming for her. And poor Dani couldn’t know what it was. He was only aware that she was asking him for help…but how could he? He couldn’t see it! Then that word clicked in his head though; see. Her visions. It hadn’t occurred to him that they might change…but obviously they had. Vindictive brats. She was clawing at her throat now and Dani couldn’t dream up a way to help her, the horrific suffocating noises enough to made his skin crawl. He probably should have told her…air wasn’t exactly necessary…was it? He could hold his breath for extended amounts of times. It just wasn’t natural.

When Faith flew out of his arms, Daniel abruptly came to his feet, hissing as well as following her – the crunch of bone not escaping his attention as she made impact. He flinched at the sound of her keening yelp and he bent over her. Listening for a change in her breathing that would signal it was over. He didn’t want to be the victim of her blind fury. Her respiration was labored and her torso heaving with the effort. His frown, as always, was filled with concern and melancholy as he bent to scoop her tenderly up, carefully setting her on the countertop to sit, though one palm remained on the small of her back – steadying her while his other move gingerly to inspect her arm.

My sweet Faith…, he worried softly to himself, cerulean gaze moving up towards hers apologetically – apologizing for not being able to save her. Carefully setting the appendage on her lap, he found dressing in the cupboard and wrapped the limb at the assumed break. It would heal more clean if it was set correctly. He carefully pressed, just enough to hear a vague click that meant the puzzle pieces were back together. It probably was painful, but necessary as well. ”I’m sorry, beloved.” He whispered sincerely, carefully pulling her from her perch and holding her. He didn’t go to the lazy chair again but moved to the bedroom where he pulled back the comforter and sheets before tenderly moving her to lay on the padded plateau.

To be honest he usually slept like most males – in nothing but boxers but at this point he was protecting her sanity so introducing that little…temptation probably wasn’t the best idea at the time. Still frowning slightly, ”I’ll be right back.” It was a husky murmur – not five seconds later he returned, holding the next two bottles of blood. Setting them on her bed table, he crouched beside her and proceeded to lightly stroke her features, his own appearing tired and careworn. ”You need to drink if you’re thirsty, Faith. You need it.” He knew she was a bleeding heart, much like him on occasion, and he despised the condition as much as the next. But it was what it was. Apologizing for it didn’t change things.

Breathing a soft sigh, his thumb rolled over her cheek thoughtfully before he bent to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips and straightening. Moving around the bed, he lay down beside her, slipping an arm tenderly around her waist and holding her lightly. She probably didn’t realize the surrealism for Daniel either – how long had it been since he was involved with someone? Not since Aubrey. And that witch had been a completely different lifestyle. They certainly did not hold eachother like this. And love was never mentioned. But he did love Faith.





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[*Faith Riddle]

Just four days ago Faith was mortal. A radiant librarian with her cat. This was how she pictured the rest of her life to be. It certainly didn't involve meeting a creature she knew of, but never came in contact with, getting a cup of coffee with him, and then going back to his place to be attacked by another one of his kind. Oh yeah, and she didn't bargain on immortality or being thrown across the room by an apparition only she could see and feel. This was just a little too crazy and happening way too fast. She was seriously on the verge of a mental breakdown. God knows what her mental state would be like if Dani wasn't around.

Presently she was sprawled on the floor, arm throbbing, and trying not to cry. In some kind of shocked state, she barely noticed when Dani lifted her up and set her on top of the counter. Her mind was gloriously blank, there was too much information to process at once. She was conscious of her body trembling and Dani leaving momentarily to get something. What she saw in his hands she didn't like. The bandage looked simple and harmless enough. To her it was a sinister torture device that spelled impending doom. Cradling her arm to her body, she glared at the ominous little demon and turned away from it slightly. Shaking her head, Dani began wrapping her arm anyway. So of course she flinched and yelped like a puppy getting its leg run over by a car. It was over before she knew it, and Dani was moving her again to the bedroom.

Snuggling under the sheets did little to assuage her mind and shaking frame. She hated herself. She hated feeling so scared and helpless right now, and feeling so overwhelmed and how she could barely handle it anymore. She hated how pitiful and weak that feeling was. She hated how the room was dark, and yet she could still see it clear as day. She hated the smell of the garbage can in the kitchen, and the sounds of people walking by the building outside. She hated the paleness of her skin, and the way her pupils looked when she was hungry. She also hated being hungry, and that the only thing that could satisfy that hunger was the one thing she wanted desperately to avoid. She hated that her heart was dead and couldn't feel it beating anymore. She hated that she'd never be able to walk in the sun again or feel it's rays on her face. She hated that her body was cold she couldn't feel warm anymore, and that her teeth were tiny knives in her mouth. She hated her freaky visions. She hated how she was being punished before she could ever lay a fang on a neck, and that her visions could actually touch her now. But most of all, she hated that she loved Dani so much, and that he was worth it all.

He placed bottles of blood beside her. Faith raised the covers over her eyes until he told her she needed to drink it. Then she lowered the blankets and dared a glance at the monstrous bottles that looked appallingly appetizing. He was right. She should drink them. Maybe it'd make everything better. Or damn her for life. Her hand was reaching for them without her telling it to. She was guzzling them down her parched throat without her meaning to. But she did feel better. Dani was in bed with her, his arm around her middle. She scooched in closer to him, pleased more than anything to be back in his arms after that horrific experience, then shuddering as she remembered being ripped out of his grasp by a force he couldn't fight off. "Will you teach me how to be a vampire?" she asked in a small voice. Things would get better. Faith wasn't one for optimism, especially considering current circumstances. She was a nervous wreck. She really couldn't imagine it getting any worse... her sanity was on the line, and most likely Dani's as well.