Joffrey had a win. His mother, though she loathed him for his sadistic and sarcastic ways, was after all, her true son, and this whole idea of a shopping trip, though nauseating, at least got her out of the castle grounds. However she was in no mood to go get dressed or return to her human like form. Joffrey withdrew an apple from his pocket, watching his mother transform into the wolf right before his eyes.

“You know you might scare the living daylights out of her….or she might be allergic to dog hair.”

Course, his mother wasn’t paying attention to him, and padded out to go find Selene in the gardens, as asked. Joffrey shrugged, and then happily made his way along, left to his own wicked thoughts and devices, when all of a sudden, there came a blood curdling high pitch scream….from the garden.

“Why….why am I always right about these things?” he said, ready to bash his forehead against the stone brick wall beside him. “If Mother tried to sniff her arse, I know I would scream too if I was her.” The sound of the Princess’s shoes as she ran up and inside the castle gave Joffrey enough time to toss the apple out the nearest window, but he did get a shock at how fast she could run, as she practically barreled into him and drove her tear streaked face into his chest. “Oh for fucks sake.” Joffrey thought to himself, knowing full well, it was probably his Mother that caused this.

“There is a large wolf outside the castle! Oh your grace, please save me!”

“Err…my sweet, that..large wolf was my Mother.”

The angel was practically clawing at him, as she held him so tight, he was actually having trouble breathing. He looked down at her oddly, as she cried; “I was so afraid it would kill me!”

“No…no no. She’s harmless really, all bark not bite. Worst thing my Mother could do is slobber on your pretty shoes. Oh, I am so sorry.” Yes, he was sorry, sorry that his mother didn’t have the courtesy of at least trying to look human when she introduced herself. He let out a sigh and then patted the back of her head, saying sadly. “There there. Look, to make it up to you, I will take you shopping. Just..please stop crying.” It was giving him a headache.

<3>

Rodrick remained awhile inside his tent, he was just letting thoughts rush around his mind, and when the thought of the Queen being naked come, he couldn’t help but to chuckle. Sadly, it was on that moment, he poured some beer over his shirt.
“Ugh, great. I need to clean this.”
It wasn’t only his shirt that was dirty, he still had some blood on his neck, from drinking the other man blood, so washing himself would be good as well. Sitting up, Rodrick removed his shirt, leaving him shirtless, and with a necklace hanging around his neck. He picked up some clean towel and a soap. After that, he just dropped the towel over his shoulder, and held his shirt on his left hand, as the soap would be on the right hand. Now that he was done, he left his tent, and stared around, it was less people than before, since mostly were already drunk and they quickly passed out. Oh well, it wasn’t his business anyway.
He headed to the lake. Once he got there, he dropped the all stuff on the ground, and got on his knees. His hands would go into the water, as they brought up water to his chest, and naked, cleaning himself. After cleaning his chest and neck, he began to clean his shirt, using the soap as well. He first wanted to clean his shirt, then he would wash his full body. It wouldn’t take him more than six minutes to wash his shirt. Then he stood up, and grabbed his belt, he was right about to remove his pants, when he spotted out some wolf out there. Oh great, now he was going to be followed by wolves? But then he noticed that it was the Queen and not a common wolf, he felt way more safe and curious at the same time.
“What are you doing here?”
He asked, perking up an eyebrow, as he stared at her.

Rodrick perked up an eyebrow when she shifted back into her human form, being naked again, he was clearly starting to enjoy more werewolves than he thought. So she was here to thank him? Well, he never thought the Queen could be so kind. Since he never had enough time to get to know more of her, he clearly didn’t knew how her personality were, but he knew how her husband’s personality was, so he thought she could be the same, but she proved him wrong, only showing him that she’s a better person than most think.
“Well then. You welcome, I simple done my work.”
He replayed as his view went down to his shirt, towel and soap, he was about to pick them up, so he could wash himself, but before he picked up a single thing, she said something that made his curiosity grow. He began to wonder where was this leading, but either way, he was enjoying this. He stared down at her, since she was way shorter than him, and then he felt her nose against his body, she was so close, and naked, he was half naked, but the situation didn’t stopped being uncomfortable, in a good way. Then the heat started building up inside his body, as he felt her body brushing against his, and he saw lust all over written on her face, the just felt like rushing his hands against her body, and touch her all over. But then with a strong push from her, he end up falling down on the ground, and lay on his back, as he stared up at her.
“Harsh..Now I’m going to be your sex slave, or what?”
He mumbled, staring up at her with a smirk. Even if this could turn out a better day, she was right in something, he couldn’t touch her, she was the Queen, married, and he was just a simple Knight, and his duty was protect the royals, but wasn’t it please them as well? Do whatever they wanted? Well, that’s what Rodrick was going to do now. He was going please the Queen.

Joffrey stood in the center of his room, for what must have been a few minutes, his thoughts wild with that face of hers, and he reached up to brush his finger tips along his lips, even pulling at them slightly with a nervous tick. That girl had bewitched him, and yet done so out of goodness, which in itself was simply all wrong. He knew that this must be a sign of weakness on his part, and that he needed to reaffirm his standing as the dark Prince. Just as he tried to think of how to go about that endeavor, a dark voice called to him, and he turned around to see one of the vampire ladies in waiting, smirking at him. She was dressed in a light silken set of crimson, with her breasts barely covered, and a single strip of silk that covered her nether regions. She licked her lips then lowered her head, and whispered;

“Does Master seek to take his girl, Lia?”

She knelt down on a small rug and offered both hands upwards as to her side there were pieces of rope, so he could tie her up and then suspend her from the ceiling. A game that he enjoyed, and she knew it. Her eyes were as black as the night sky, and her skin so dark, that was offset by her silken black tresses. Her lips were full, practically stung to being ripe, and her breasts rounded and heavy, with the nips peaking through the soft silken folds. She was a Master’s delight, and smelt of exotic oils, though the truth of her was she was of the undead, and a dangerous toy at that. Her timing however, was impeccable, but then Joffrey started to see Selene’s face in his mind, and he let out a god awful howl. He brought up curled fists to the sides of his temple, and grit his teeth, saying;

“Why do she torture me so?”

Lia kept her head down, but her forehead creased, not understanding why he would say such a thing, when normally he would run at her to carry out his most wicked fantasies. Clearly confused by his question, she uttered;

“Master, tis you that is to torture me, remember?”

“No…not you, .you dumb bitch. The angel….UGH…why? What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

Lia slowly rose her head, and saw the Prince walking around in a circle, and then coming up to the wall, he slammed his right fist into it, blood pouring from scrapes upon his knuckles, as he panted heavily. The vampire Lady saw his distress, and rose to her feet, padding over towards him, and then she made the fatal mistake, of reaching to touch his back. Joffrey spun around and seized her by the throat, lifting her up off the ground, while she gripped at his wrist, and struggled violently.

“Mmmmaster..please…?” she cried, as her gargled sound was one of fear. Joffrey snarled viciously, and then threw her across the room, where she hit the wall, and collapsed in a heap. “NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!..Understood?” He bellowed, and then pointed to the door. “GET OUT!!” Bruised and with a blooded nose, she collected herself, and fled his room, just as a servant entered and bowed low, stating;

“The Princess of Casterly has taken ill, and will not be able to venture out this night. She gives her apologies, your grace.”

Joffrey stood, cupping his blooded fist in his left hand, and stared at the servant oddly, before nodding his head slowly.

“Very well…if she is ill, then let her rest. I don’t feel all that much like going out myself. That will be all.”

The servant bowed and then left Joffrey to his thoughts, and what troubled ones they were.

<3>

Rushing over to the servant, she grabbed her by the arm and demanded “Who are you talking about? Where did you get this information?” The servant looked too stunned to speak, which only made her shake the poor girl. What was bringing on these actions from her? The servant was finally able to mutter The prince, m’lady. Just a rumor of the prince’s foul moods again… Again. So it was known to have happened before. Picking up her skirts, she rushed out of her room and stepped next door. Raising her hand, she thought of knocking properly. Instead, she banged violently. “Your grace. I must insist upon having a word with you!” The servants feared for the naive princess so they all huddled behind her in case the prince wanted to hurt her.

The vampire submissive that fled down the hall and then shape shifted into a bat to leave the castle, left behind a small trail of blood spots in her wake, and was seen fleeing by some of the house staff. No doubt, this was going to get around the gossip circles, and unbeknownst to Joffrey, it was going to get back to Selene. Joffrey collapsed into a chair, and sat staring out his window, blood dripping from his knuckles and a foul look on his face. He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly, the throbbing pain of his hand giving him a sense of feeling, and he brought his fist up to his lips, licking at the blooded wounds. Everything about him, everything he once cared for, or didn’t was changing in a whirlwind of crazed emotions. He was infatuated with Selene. She was now something akin to what one does not touch, and yet she was betrothed to him. What on earth were his parent’s thinking? An angel and a demon? How was that ever to work? Why did kissing her just make him….melt? Why did it curb the very darkness within himself. His hand trembled and then he thought. “I know, I’ll play a few cords on my lute, belt out a tune…yeah…sing really badly and…cheer myself up.” He picked up his favourite lute, a classic from the nearby town, and rose to his feet, about to strum a few cords…when…..

“Your grace. I must insist upon having a word with you!” There was a god awful banging at the door, and in a fit of panic, Joffrey broke the strings to his lute. “Shit!” He really wasn’t having any luck, and now she was banging furiously upon his door. What on earth? She was supposed to be sick. He tossed the lute out the window, and then stomped over to the door, reefing it open, with his fist still bleeding. He took one look at her, and he thought he was going to be sick. He could see the servants in behind her, and then he snarled at them, before taking her hand and pulling her into his room. He slammed the door, and then seemed to lose it, pacing back and forth…then…it all unraveled.

“I’m…a demon, Selene. I’m all kinds of wrong for you. I’m dark…I’m broody…I’m evil. I’m…I’m…Selene, I’m in love with you!” he then looked like he was struggling to breathe. “Think I am weak…I am, I’m confused. You confuse me. You should hate me, I am…all wrong for you.” He then stood with his head bowed, his hands trembling…clearly hurt and lost at this moment.

<3>

Rodrick was still getting used to the cold temperature of the water, after having such heat inside him with the Queen, of course the huge change on the temperature was kind of hard to deal on the beginning. He heard her words, saying that she should have her guards escort him to her chambers, and all he did was just point his two fingers at her, and move his hand, like he was saying “You got it.” He really couldn’t believe he was going to have more of this with the Queen, with the Queen from the Night Lands kingdom, its so odd and weird, but she still remained like a forbidden fruit for him, if anybody found out about the two of them, Rodrick would end up finding his head on a wall. He just needed to be more careful with his moves, but when something he wants is hard to get, the more he will want. Its challenging, and he’s a man who loves challenges, and loves win against them, to prove how he can get whatever he wants.
He began to wash his body, by using the soap and the water around him. He wouldn’t take more than ten minutes to finally finish. Stepping outside from the lake, he picked up the towel and began to dry off his skin, and his hair as well. He wrapped the towel around his waist, and picked up the soap, with his clean t-shirt, as he just headed back to his tent. While he walked, he noticed many knight’s eyes on him, like he was having something they wanted, or that he done something that was like a sin, he just stared at them with a confused expression, trying his best to pretend like he done nothing, and acting was a thing Rodrick done it pretty well. A man like him needed to know how to act, or he would never get what he really wished.
Once he got inside his tent, he removed the towel, and threw on some simple and thin clothing, it was only for him to go to sleep. Now that he was dressed, he sat down, picked up a beer and began to drink it while thinking about what had just happen between him and Rose, and the thoughts forced him to grin.

Each kiss got deeper, their tongues danced against the others, and then he started to take to her throat, kissing and nibbling her neck, wanting to cover her body in his kisses, suckle her breasts, that for now were hidden beneath her bodice. His hands traced up and down her sides, eager to tear away the fabric, so he could touch her bare skin. He drew his head back, and stared into her eyes, searching for her to say he could go further. But…she pushed him away saying;

“Joffrey…? Are you going to take my maidenhead?”

Selene had that look of uncertainty in her eyes, and then he remembered, she had never done this before. It would make it her first time. But it felt so right, and the demon inside him was truly suppressed. He wanted her so badly, and had he been himself, he would have tore the dress right from her, and started to plough into her mercilessly. Joffrey caught his breath, and then realized that she can’t have been ready. In a first for him, Joffrey just smiled at her, and then said;

“No..a few stolen kisses, and I had gotten carried away. Forgive me, my Love.”

He stayed on top of her, and then kissed her forehead, then stared at her, and asked;

“Am I the one you truly want?”

<3>

The lights of the candles in his rooms, illuminated the silhouettes of their forms, as they lay on the soft sheets of his king size bed. He fought his very core of being, not to let the lust and desire of the demon come to the fore, to protect her from being deflowered before she was ready. Had he been of his demon mind, he would have thrilled to the sounds of her pained screams, as he bruised her supple flesh, but instead, in the quiet of his chambers, he would give all he was worth to hear her whisper his name said in love and need. But he had to know, if he was the one she wanted, for if she dared say no, it would have been like a fire poker tearing into his heart to stop it from beating. Selene was silent for a time, though her fingers combed through his hair, and she traced her finger tip along his short beard. The seconds seemed to take to long, and he desperately wanted an answer, still on top of her, and feeling her chest rise and fall beneath his.

“How could you not be the one I want?” she said, with her hands reaching to touch his face in a cradle like hold. “I know you would never hurt me. Let us seal this vow to love each other eternally…”

Selene pushed him off her, and so he was now laying upon his back, watching her with those dark eyes. She was so beautiful, and just when he thought she might rise, she instead sat up, and each hand lowered her dress from the shoulders, so that her rounded bosom fell free from its binds, bouncing out and then resting. So rounded, and with hardened pink nipples, that he longed to touch and tease with his tongue. She was the water to a dying man’s thirst, the meal to sate a starving man’s hunger. She leaned over and interlocked her fingers within his and kissed his lips, offering herself, but in a way that was as seductive as it was graceful. Selene was a woman to be savored, and he was right, she needed to be placed on a pedestal, where no other man could dare touch her. Joffrey closed his eyes, and his moan was deeper, his lips tracing down her chin to her throat, kissing and the need to suckle growing, as his head was buried between her breasts. He freed a hand and cupped one of her breasts, curling his fingers on its underside, as he brought it to his lips. His tongue flicked and teased the nip, before his mouth closed over it and his teeth nipped and tugged, before he drew it in further and sucked it before releasing with a slight popping sound.

If her body was his temple…he planned to worship this angel goddess.

<3>

“Joffrey…I need…I need you! Please, satisfy me.”

Joffrey could hardly believe what Selene was asking, no, more like begging, and this instantly brought him gratification that was beyond words. He always was the Master of the bedroom, and this was his specialty, but at the same time, she was so inexperienced, and he could only think of pleasing her. Taking her maidenhead was going to cause her pain, there was no avoiding that, but as she straddled him with her dress creating a blanket like affect over them, he could feel the wetness that was coming from between the silks of her panties. She was kissing him with a ferocity that even the most wicked demoness could not come to match. The scent of roses grew stronger, invigorating his senses, and he broke the kiss with her, as his hands slid beneath her skirts, and with his clawed finger curling, he hooked it through the fine silk, and tore it free to expose her pinky flesh. Joffrey used his finger to insert insert between her wet folds, teasing her sweet pearl, while his dark eyes connected with hers, knowing that she wanted him inside her as much as he wanted her.

“Selene…..the pain will be but for a split second….trust me, I don’t want to hurt you.”

He raised both hands to her hips, and with extraordinary strength, he lifted her up, so he could position the head of his manhood, just at the entrance of her delicate flower, that was now ripe, and ready for the taking.

“Trust in me..” He whispered, as he started to lower her down, so the head would start to break the hymen. At last Selene would be a woman, and it would be Joffrey to take her most prized gift.

<3>

Listening to his words of how it was going to hurt her began to frighten her. Making love was supposed to feel good, wasn’t it? She was never informed how losing one’s virginity was supposed to go. As he lifted her up, she gasped softly and reached down to grip his arms. The strength in them amazed her and caused her to smile. “Joffrey…” Her praise was cut off as he brought her down on his manhood. Gasping in pain, she began to writhe as a piercing pain tore through her. Trembling, she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her hips around him. Her breasts rose up and down as she breathed heavily before she opened her eyes slowly. As she moved to escape the pain, she instead met a slow rising pleasure that began to wash the pain away.

Moving into a rocking movement, she met his eyes hesitantly before the pleasure took full control. Her head fell back as she began to ride him a bit harder, her body crying out for more satisfaction. Her breasts continued to rise with her body, and small moans were driven from her lips. Looking down at her fiance, she locked eyes with him and breathed “Joffrey..my love…”

What can there be said, but to be in awe, to watch a woman experience the pain and pleasure that comes from losing their virginity. Joffrey promised her he would be gentle, and he kept to his word. But the rewards were aplenty, for he could only gaze up at her, as her face showed the pain of her hymen tearing, and then struggling to accommodate his size within her. Selene was so god damn tight, practically squeezing the life out of his engorged manhood, and this sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through his being. He stayed still beneath her, except for the involuntary flexing of his shaft, that was now consumed within her wetness. As she started to rise back up and then bring herself down, using her hands upon his shoulder to keep her steady, he watched on with pure adoration, as she found her groove, though as early as it was, he knew this may have her feel sore later.

The tilting back of her head, and the pleasured cry had him smile, for her beauty was captivating at this moment. Selene looked at him with a hunger in her eyes, she wanted more of him, and he started to raise his hips up from the bedding, to push inside her deeper, as deep as her body could allow. Joffrey found his mouth became dry as he tried to swallow, losing himself, but trying so hard not to force her beyond her limits.

He reached around to grip her ass tight as he drew himself up from laying down, and let her ride him, as he nipped and sucked at the skin of her neck, pulling her onto him, so she could not escape until she had experienced her first ever orgasm.

“Joffrey..my love…”

“…Selene…be wild…experience the joys of my love…”

With her straddled around his hips, and the angle of their bodies, she should find the peak of pleasure, as his lips kissed up and down her neck to her shoulders, burying his face from her gaze.

<3>

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Feeling more and more like jello with each passing moment, she freed herself of him and collapsed onto her back. Closing her eyes slowly, she placed her hand on her chest to feel her heartbeat. Selene began to smile blissfully and opened her green eyes to lock them on Joffrey. “That…I…I am so glad I did not wait until our wedding night.” After hearing those words out loud, she began to giggle. What was this man doing to her? Sitting up, she pulled him to her to kiss his lips gently. Though she may have said it once, she feared telling him she loved him once more. Her heart had a wall up she wasn’t even aware of once she heard of his evil doings. Who knew how long it would take to bring that down. Brushing her fingertips across his cheeks, she pressed her forehead to kiss and continued to rain soft kisses on his lips while murmuring against them “Joffrey…my prince…”

Joffrey’s face was nuzzled deep within the spot between Selene’s neck and shoulder, his teeth raking along her flesh, but then his lips sucked the flesh tight up from her bone. He knew this would add to the sexual fever that Selene was experiencing, and made sure that she was free to use his body to experience the thrill and exhilaration of her first ever orgasm. Joffrey could feel the speed of her bounce get faster, her pelvis grinding each time that their skin met, as though she had to have him fully inside of her. His clawed hands gripped her arse tighter, and then he felt the force of her inner muscles, pulsating, and then locking on, as the wave of her climax reached its peak. Selene screamed out his name, euphoric with the sensation, and she rode him right though till her body was spent. Her fingers racked his hair, and the angel became a leopard, kneading and pulling at his hair, only to start to release as the sensation within her dissipated.

She rolled off Joffrey, and lay on her back, trying to get her breath back, while Joffrey was still hard as he was when they started. But he could see, that she was now in the mood to chat, and well, kick back, since she got the ultimate reward for giving up her virginity to the Prince before wedlock.

“That…I…I am so glad I did not wait until our wedding night.”

She stammered as she fought for breath, and Joffrey rolled on his side, watching her as she bathed in the after glow of their lovemaking.

“I am sure THAT will be a night to remember, my Sweet.” He said, hoping that when they do wed, he might get to climax before her. A dream, but one none the less. Oh he was turning into something that even his own mother would not recognize. He was being, considerate…and polite. Even forsaking his own needs, so that she might enjoy this moment for what it was. He did promise to be gentle after all

“Dead puppies, dead kittens…dead…turtles.” he thought to himself, trying to get his shaft to shrink back and kill his erection. “Mother naked….eww.” he was on a winner with that thought, and sure enough, he was no longer in the mood for sex.

Selene turned into a kitten almost, showering him with kisses and murmuring;

“Joffrey…my prince…”

All he could do was smile at her, and whisper back;

“My lady fair..you don’t know what you do to me.”

<3>

Selene listened to her father tell her that she could not go home just yet. Allowing herself to lift her head and look upon the majestic angel, she smiled weakly. “Yes, father… When I am well…”

Turning around, she walked to the vanity in the corner of the room that the servants had supplied her should she start feeling better. Sinking into the seat, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked horrible. Her blonde hair was plastered to her face and bare shoulders, her eyes their normal color but still shiny from tears. Looking at her father in the mirror, she asked softly “Mother is here?” That could mean nothing good. If she had heard of Selene’s condition, there was little doubt in her mind that her mother would just let it be. Her father had said she was here, and that meant she was pissed. Looking down at her fingers, she whispered barely audibly “I did fall in love…” Her father commented on their natures clashing and it only made more tears fall.

Standing up from her chair slowly, Selene gasped and almost fell over from how weak she was. Rhonda had returned and rushed over to help steady her. The servant turned to look at the king “M’lord, I suggest she gets a warm bath and rests. It has been a very trying time for the princess.” She gave Henry and encouraging smile to show she could manage. Your presence seems to have done her a lot of good. Her voice dropped to a whisper and added “There is a rumor The Majesty Queen has arrived…”With that tidbit of information, she turned to undress Selene and help her into a warm bath. After allowing her half an hour to soak, Selene was then dressed in a new white gown and was placed in bed to rest. Rhonda had left the room but Selene did not sleep. Instead, she looked at the ceiling and remained silent with her hands on her stomach.

Selene’s immediate reaction to his touch was to try and recoil, fear bubbling up inside of her irrationally. Was he going to hurt her? His arms snaked around her waist to wrap on her belly. Without even thinking, she instinctively leaned back against his touch. Tilting her head, she closed her eyes as she waited to hear more words of rejection from him. She was surprised. Swallowing hard, she looked down at his hands on her belly. Slowly her own hand lifted to brush fingertips over one of his hands. He was being so gentle with her. As he soothed the child, it began to calm down immediately. It certainly had a sense of who his father was. It was suddenly as if a breath of fresh air washed over Selene. Sighing contently, she lifted her head to brush her lips along his jaw. She felt so much better…Feeling light as air, a small smile curved her lips up. As he bent down to whisper in her ear, goosebumps raised along her bare arms and she felt the wind get knocked out of her.

He said he loved her. Again, doubts flooded her mind, her own inner demons seeming to whisper accusations in her ear. Disentangling herself from his hold, she walked away from him and shook as she saw visions of black and red. “No no…” She whispered. Think of Daddy…think of Daddy…” Looking up, she glanced over her shoulder to look at Joffrey. There was no malicious demon in the room with her. Just her beloved dark prince. Her father’s face melted from her mind and the images of Joffrey holding her close replaced them. She watched in her mind as he bent down to kiss her for that first time. It was if she had just woken up. Stepping back towards Joffrey, she reached up with one hand and stroked the scruff on his face. Smiling gently, she pushed down all fears that he was only here for the child. She wanted to live on their love, not her fears. Standing on her toes, she pressed her hands against his chest and whispered “Will you just kiss me already…”

At the moment he held her, Selene let go of her inhibitions and found herself leaning back against his chest. The light touch as her finger tips caressed his hands had him almost smile, but he was not done, for he had to stop the baby from trying to destroy its mother. Now at least, the infant spawn knew its father was close, and Joffrey had a gift that no one else could give her. The love of his being, that proved paternity, as well as the fact he loved her. At first she broke free from his hold, and up came that look again, questioning everything.

“No no…”

“Selene…”

He only said her name, not about to start fighting with her again, not after everything that brought him back to this place. He had himself made the demon within his being dormant, and what she would see, was the same man that she fell in love with. He was there all the time. Only when truly in rage, did he release the callous dark side to his nature, but for now, he could only see his love, the mother of his unborn child, and he just wanted to hold her.

Finally, Selene turned around and then she crossed the floor, going up on tip toes, and brushing her fingers along the scruff of his face. He could see the love in her eyes returning, this was the woman he wanted…he needed so desperately.

“Will you just kiss me already…”

Barely had she finished the sentence, and he swept her up in his powered arms, and kissed her with such passion, the ache in his heart, heard through the light moans that escaped through the corners of his lips. She was like oxygen, the very air that one needs to breath to live. His hands traced all over her back and only broke the kiss to see her tear streaked face, gazing at her beauty.

“You never have to ask that again.”

<3>

He was so full of questions as he gazed down at her and then kissed the top of her head, pulling her even closer into his protective embrace. But his wife had a question, and wanted it answered.

“Where’s Selene?”

“Why, I was just with her, and my darling please. I was able to drive off the evil that had plagued her, and I saw with my own eyes, the very essence within her subside. The poor girl. Her heart is broken, yes. But I know that as a family we are the ones that truly love her and will make sure she is taken home and cared for. Even if I have to steal Calypso away from you so that she might offer round the clock care. She deserves only the very best.”

The King then smiled at his love, as his aura began to increase, and he attempted to warm his love with his angel like ability to provide light into the darkened room

“Selene will be fine. A bath and she is resting. But I wish to care for you now. I have missed you my darling. And…I have been thinking. I know this is a lot to ask, but I would like to try again for another child. Only if you are willing of course. Think of it…like you and Selene can have your babies at the same time. Isn’t that a nice way to bond with her?”

King Henry did often come up with weird and wonderful ideas, in which to make for a happy family life. What on earth would Metia think?

<3>

Her words were so soothing to the demon Prince’s troubled mind, and he could only kiss her lips again and again, then nip at her earlobe, whispering;

“I have sinned, I can’t lie, but when I met you, the demon within me is almost put to sleep, so that I may for once experience what love truly is. All my life I have wanted nothing more than to be loved, and allow me to love that person in return. That is you, Selene. I did change for you, and not because I was forced or told too, but because I wanted too.”

He drew back and then said as he gazed into her eyes

“You make me want to be a better man.”

But then his love teased him, though these words were said in truth; “Oh…my mother and father are here. Father says we will go home. I hope you won’t miss me terribly.” Joffrey’s brows creased, at the thought that she was now going to be taken away from him, after everything, and he almost looked stricken till she said; “I will explain everything to father and hopefully he will understand that it will be best for me to stay here. I can’t deprive you of your child, after all.”

It was then, Joffrey had a cunning plan, and one that he knew would seal them as more than just lovers, or simply betrothed. He took up both her hands in his, and asked;

“Let’s run away…tonight. Elope in the mountains, I know of a wise man, and he can perform the ceremony. No need for royalty or big weddings. Just the two of us. I mean..” -he placed his hand upon her belly and then whispered “..the three of us.” His reasons were simple. Once they were married, nothing and no one could come between them. Not her family, nor his. He was afterall the heir to the Brax house, regardless of who he wed.

“Say you will come with me?”

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The coach driver knew the rocky road that would take the couple far from Harroway Village and out of the reach of Selene’s parents. Joffrey looked back as the lights of the township started to fade into the distance, and he then sat back in the comfortable plush velvet seating, drawing the curtain closed, so it gave Selene and himself more privacy. With his Selene nestled close to his chest, and she was actually letting out a contented sigh, Joffrey himself started to relax at last. He knew this was a bold and outrageous move to be making, but in his eyes, he was just saving his parents the trouble, and once the union was sealed by the giant, there was little to nothing anyone could do. Joffrey reached for a fur that was laid on the opposite seat and draped it across them both, gently kissing the top of Selene’s head.

“I have so much making up to do, for everything I have put you through.” He said, loud enough for her to hear, as his hand rest upon her stomach. “Your parents may hate me all the more, but I care not for what others think now, only you.” Joffrey drew her closer to him, and kept her warm beneath the fur, as the coach trundled along the rocky road to Olaf’s temple at the top of the mountain.

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Selene smiled softly and closed her eyes, reaching one hand down to clasp Joffrey’s. She knew they could spend hours begging forgiveness from one another, but that’s not what she wanted. Reaching down to caress her stomach, she murmured sleepily“You have nothing to make up for…I should never have doubted you, my love.” She fell silent as she recalled how angry he was and how he revealed his demon to her. The very thought got the baby within to go insane. Wincing in pain, she frowned slightly “Ornery little thing…” Turning her chin up, she smiled gently and began to nibble along Joffrey’s jaw affectionately. She did not want her love to worry about how he had treated her before. It was in the past and she knew she had forgiven him the moment he took her in his arms back at the inn. All she wanted was to be his alone. Sitting still once more so she did not provoke him sexually while he was trying to be a dutiful husband, she thought about her parents. Sure, they would be upset but at least they were married, right? Joffrey was the father of her child, they were in love, and they were engaged as it were. Now everything could work out. Squeezing her dark prince’s hand gently, she whispered “Father will forgive you. He wants what is best for me, and that is you.” With that, she fell silent once more and cuddled against Joffrey under the fur.

Metia remained quiet on the bed, she didn’t moved an inch, not even when Henry was out of the bed and already dressing himself. It was on that moment she knew she screwed it up. He was now looking at her in a different way, and for some odd reason that made her heart ache. Was he lying when she said she was the most beautiful woman? That he couldn’t adore or love any other woman but her? Was he just using her? She thought she would always have his love, and now she began to wonder why was she even caring about this. Why was she even caring that he loved her or not? Probably because he was the only person out there that could make sure she wouldn’t destroy herself by thinking she was ugly. It was actually thanks of him, that she always had this big confidence of herself at times. If Henry liked her and her body, she thought she could make any man fall in love with her, and that she would never look ugly. But now the tables turned, and Henry was upset.

When he said “Arrange for Selene to be taken home when you wake. After that…I may call for you.” a tear quickly fell down from her eye. And all she could hear next was the door closing, which meant he left the room. She pressed her palm against her face, covering her eyes. Why was she even crying for an angel? But she did had to fix this. She had to find a soul to take, and quickly. Then she had to talk out with her husband, and apologize him for her behavior, that she was just extremely tired and stressed due Selene’s situation. But little did she know her daughter right now was running away with Joffrey. But it was clever from Joffrey doing that, because Metia was certain she didn’t wanted Selene to have that baby. She allowed herself to fall asleep thanks to the crying and how tired she was.

She was probably sleeping for a hour or something, and whenever she woke up, she picked up the same old brown dress, and her fur. She dressed herself with those clothing, even tho there was a servant saying he had already her Queen dress, but she didn’t wanted such thing, for now. She went to Selene’s room, and began to knock the door. Nobody answered her, which made her open the door, and for her shock, her daughter wasn’t there. She just began to panic around, and yelling at the people inside the inn, wanting them to tell where her daughter was, but nobody knew. This was only making Metia’s dark heart to ache even more. First it was her husband leaving her, now her daughter? But maybe she went with him? Even tho he told her to bring Selene home after her waking up.
Metia was worried like hell, but the thought on going after a soul right now was invading her mind again. She quickly left the Inn, even tho some servants tried go after her, but she ordered them to leave her alone, and she would just use some horse that was there. She just ride the horse around the village, and after few minutes, she found a beautiful woman in an alley, of course she took that chance to kill the woman right there.

Jumping off from the horse, Metia walked closer to the woman, and with her strength, she was able to grab the woman’s neck tightly, and slowly lift her up from the ground, her feet wasn’t touching the ground anymore. Opening her mouth, we could see like some white cloud coming from the woman’s mouth and going into Metia’s mouth, that was basically the girls soul. It only took her seconds for do this, and she dropped the dead body on the ground. This was just enough for change her skin color, and not look so ill, of course she was still skinny. But she would get better, if she took another soul, however, that could wait for now, since the only change that was needed to be made in her body was her weight.
Jumping back on the horse, she just made her way back to her kingdom, so she could meet up with her husband again, and make sure if her daughter was with him or not.

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The Carriage finally came to a stop, with the driver pulling up hard on the reigns, and the horses snorting and braying, for they were fearful of what they could hear up ahead. Joffrey was awoken as the carriage shunted, and then stopped moving, and he pushed open the curtain, seeing the blazing torches of the Mountain temple entrance. They had arrived, and by the lit torches, it meant that Olaf was in residence. This was indeed a good sign. Feared by many of the people of Night Lands, Joffrey had managed to strike up an unusual friendship some years ago with the Giant. Since that time, Joffrey had often come to pay tributes to Olaf, and listen to the many tales, of those that had ruled the lands, before the dawn of the ages. Joffrey gently shook Selene, and smiled at her, his eyes showing a bright glistening of red, as he opened the carriage door.

“We’re here.”

Stepping out of the carriage, he offers Selene his hand, as from deep within the temple, there was the low roar of the Giant himself.

“FEE FI FO FUM…..I SMELL SOMETHING AND ITS NOT MY BUM!”

“Ahahahaha. witty as always Olaf. Tis I, Joffrey of the House of Brax. I have with me my future wife, and I wish you to do the honors to wed us.”

The Giant emerged from the Temple, simply enormous, and his appearance would scare away the bravest of Knights, but to Joffrey, he was simply adorable. The Giant looked down at Selene, and then sneered;

“Mind if I have a prod at her…I promise to be gentle.” he said, licking his lips. Joffrey chuckled and then wrapped his arm around Selene tightly and wiggled his finger at the oversized Giant. “No, I already did that and she is with child.” Joffrey was now as proud as punch about the fact he was able to prove his manhood, even if he didn’t get to…you know.

“Spoil my fun, wee Prince Joff. Hmmph. Well…alright, bring her in, and I do the ceremony. THEN I PROD AT HER!”

Joffrey laughed and then sighed as he led Selene inside the temple.

“He’s such a kidder.”

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Selene woke up gently as she was prodded, giving Joffrey a sleepy smile. “We’re there already…?” His red eyes were a bit foreboding, but she stepped out of the carriage calmly. “Where are we…?” Looking around, she then jumped as she heard a loud voice. Looking at Joffrey frantically, she stepped closer and grabbed his arm. As Olaf made his appearance, Selene could only stare at his massive form. She hid her face into Joffrey’s arm until she heard Olaf speak. Stepping away from Joffrey towards Olaf, she frowned and pointed a finger at him “I will prod you right between the legs!” Her stomach began to hurt and she winced, her eyes flashing a bright red. Glaring daggers at the giant, she put a hand on her belly and tried to calm down. Rounding of Joffrey suddenly, she shoved him “Oh that’s real nice! What a romantic way of putting it!” Spinning around on her heels, she stormed off towards the temple. Keeping her distance from Joffrey, she shot him another look “Where are your pretty words now…” The demon seed was clearly having his own fun within his mummy.

Juliette rolled her eyes when he spoke of his affection to her. He was her personal slave, he had to be saying that for that reason only. She turned away from him to stand in front of the mirror, looking at her form with her head tilted. She was not the type of woman as easily loved as her sister. Elvira wreaked of raw sex and a passionate hunger. She was a demon of lust, after all. Juliette, however, was given to spite easily and could not accept that a woman with her past times could be loved. She could feel Edward step up to her, his warm breath causing her hairs to stand up on the back of her neck. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. Closing her eyes, she succumbed to the feel of his lips on her flesh, but her lips were pursed as she tried not to enjoy it too much. He did just touch another woman and the thought nauseated her. Still, she understood he was a man and though he was her slave, she couldn’t outwardly deny him his need for physical pleasures. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from gasping as he trailed a finger down her spine, causing her to look over her shoulder and frown. “Must you touch me like that?”It both thrilled Juliette while confusing her. He seemed to constantly want to touch her, despite how cruel she was. Stepping away from him as though she didn’t trust him, she crossed her arms. “You do not need to speak to me like that. As I said, you are food.”

Turning back around, she could feel him pull the last of the corset off. Spinning around with his gentle touch, she looked into his eyes. He was looking at her intently as though he were worshiping every piece of her flesh he was touching. Letting out a soft sigh, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. As he reached down to kiss the pendant, she automatically reached up to brush her fingertips against his. No matter how often he touched it, Juliette always had the same reaction. She had to touch him as well, and an aching began to grow between her legs. Juliette practically whimpered when he pulled away to undress himself, causing her to whip around and stare at the tub. What the hell was he doing to her. While she watched the maids pour perfume into the bath, she could feel Edward’s eyes on her. Turning slowly, she faced him head on and lifted her chin up “Enjoying the view?” Indeed, it seemed he was as her eyes fell to him manhood. Raising an eyebrow, her nipples hardened immediately and she turned to face the tub again. Slipping into the water, she let out a soft moan at how amazing the warm water felt on her. Letting her head fall back, she disappeared into the water. She was a dark form at the bottom of the stone tub and suddenly her hand snaked out to grab Edward. Yanking him in, she pressed him against the side of the tub. Purring like a predator, she leaned in and raked her fangs along his shoulder and up his neck “Mmmmh…I really needed this…” She placed her lips at the base of his throat before turning her back on him. Wiggling back between his legs, she let her head fall back on his chest as she began to trail her fingers over the water “Let’s heighten the anticipation, shall we?” Closing her eyes, she waited for him to bathe her.

“Must you hypnotize my very being so?” He replied to her first question. He could hear the rejection on her tongue, and feel it on his soul. Though as he looked into her eyes and felt the bumps over her skin, he knew she did not feel what it was she said. At least not wholly. Ever since she gave her heart to him and essentially sealed it within the necklace around her neck, she has grown more and more…seperate from him. He refused to let this happen and would do all he could to keep her with him.

“I do not speak my words out of need, my Love. I speak them as word of heart.” This was his answer to the second remark. though it may seem like he was speaking as a slave to his mistress, he spoke out of truth more so. No one wishes for the life of a slave unless there was something of greater power drawing them to it. In this case, it was Edward’s love for her.

He hardly had time to answer the next question, as she yanked him into the tub with her. As her teeth glided across his skin, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his head and he grinned softly. It was the worst form of teasing for him, and she knew this. He wrapped his arms around her body as she toyed with him, and widened his eyes in surprise when she overpowered and readjusted his grip and her body positioning. that’s when the maids left the room and shut the door behind them. He sighed, and grabbed the sponge as he began his task with a few words, though the feeling of her skin upon his did nothing to help his plight and he became her little game once more. “If it is to please you, my Love.” Squeezing the sponge of water, he first to it to her neck, and rubbed it against her skin delicately, making sure the hot water removed her skin of any filth. Using his free hand to lift her left arm, he ran the sponge from her shoulder to her hand, laying her palm against his as he gently scrubbed it, repeating the process with the other after carrying the sponge across her colar bone. Then the item found her breast, and he ran it in circles against the perky beauties softly, making sure to clean them well, and massaging them with his free hand. Tucking his lips into the arch of her neck, right where the muscle met the collar bone, he then began to run his hands slowly across her thin and accented stomach, his breath hastening as he slowly reached her crotch. Reaching between the legs, he allowed the sponge to float to the top of the water, and rubbed her with his bare palms, slowly, gently gliding them across her heat. He slid his fingers between her lips, but made sure not to penetrate her as he massaged her clit and cleaned the outside of womanhood thoroughly. All the while his lips gently caressed the skin of her neck. The only sound was that of the water gently splashing against the walls of the stone bath.

Because she had been sitting between his thighs, he could feel the curling of her toes as he worked his magic against the tops of his feet beneath the waters. Thus, he disregarded her complaining of how gentle he was with her. Despite how tough she acted, he knew all too well how much she enjoyed to be pampered, to be treated like she was all that mattered to someone, and it was the only way he knew how to treat her. Sure, he’d been rough with her before, but he wasn’t COMPLETELY comfortable with it. Don’t get it wrong, he’ll slap a woman around if it’s what she asked as long as he can get his shit wet. though, with her, all he wanted was to pamper, to love, and to hold her. She may never believe him, as proof by her words about his lying, but it was the truth no matter what.

Then her next words came to him: “You are so eager…did that whore not satisfy you enough?” and ohhhh did they sting. He wanted to get mad at first, but remembered his place. He was the loyal and loving servant, to get loud with his mistress would most certainly mean death…if not from her….than her father. So, wishing to remain at her side, he exhaled as he spoke. “None shall please me as much as y-” His words were cut off by the hand around his throat, though he didn’t freak out. He did kick about, gasp for air, claw at her hands. He understood what his actions did to her, finally, in this moment, and in the split second it took to realize she had her hand around his throat, he made the decision to stop it. His eyes simply held onto her own, calmly and without strife. As she loosened her grip of him, that was when he lifted his hand to hers, and the look in his eyes said it all.

His hand softly caressed the back of her palm, and the silence befell the room with a vengeance. “Never come to me after you’ve been touched…” He didn’t need to understand the trembling tone to realize why they were truly spoken. He chose it was not the right time to speak, and thus, did not. He allowed the silence to reign, but should she glance into his eyes, she’d see that all she was hoping to be said could be read within them. That was when he felt her teeth sink into his flesh.

He allowed his body to go limp, though made sure certain parts of him tensed to ensure neither would fall under the water. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his breathing became slightly erratic, his member twitching and tingling along with the rest of his body at the pure sensation her thirst brought him. It was a feeling unlike any other for him, and likely her as his blood poured into her throat. His blood was unique thanks to his gift. Edward had the ability to control electricity, name ly lightning and the spark flew in his blood. As she drank from him, she’d feel the same same spark fly through her body in a form of sexual ecstasy that even a God could not resist. His arms wrapped around her before long, his hands gripping her arse tightly as his breathing became light and quickened in pace. His right hand then made it’s way to her heat, rubbing it slowly, gently, though did not penetrate out of respect enough for her.

His mind was on not but one thing at this moment. Pleasure. though not for him, but for her. the need to please her ten times as much she was pleasing him at the moment, and the masterful use of his hands, one on her heat the other on a breast, massaging them both, would surely do this. especially when added to the effects his blood would bring her.

Juliette’s body hummed in awareness as she took Edward’s blood into her mouth. The taste was a rich spice on her tongue as she moved her fingers to rake his hair, tipping his head back just a bit further so she could feast. She could feel the blood doll’s arms wrap around her, and it made her stiff body relax. Melting into him, she kept her eyes closed in bliss. She could feel him touching her, and it made her wet and ready. Her nipples hardened against his chest and her moans became more needing.As she became more comfortable, their minds began to link. Juliette could see his memories and thoughts, but her mind was also an open book as well. Images of when he saved her filled her mind, the time when she openly loved him: Juliette smiling up at Edward with her hand on his heart, the pair in the park as she leaned back against his chest while he whispered poetry in his ear, the lovers entwined in a passionate embrace on her bed. Purring softly, her fingers caressed down his head to his shoulders, digging in gently. And then she saw the slave in Edward’s mind, pleasuring him just moments before he joined her.

Juliette pulled back from him to look into his eyes, silent as her dark eyes locked on his. There was nothing to say, as her jealousy and hurt were palpable in the air. Pulling away from him, she snatched his hand in hers and yanked him out of the tub as she rose. Stepping carefully out of the tub, she pulled him with her towards the bed. Spinning around, she looked at him possessively as her fangs became more apparent. Her eyes were pitch black as she stared hungrily at him, her body still crying out its need for him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she shoved him onto the bed and pounced. Laying over his body, she began to kiss him with a hunger that consumed her flesh. Her blood pounded for him and her fangs nipped at his lips as they kissed, allowing her to taste more of his blood. Feeling the electric current between them, she hissed and pulled back to look at him “You belong to me, never forget that.” But even as she said the words, the pendant fell between her breasts to lay on his chest. It seemed to flip her words, making her seem as she belonged to him. Smiling slowly, she allowed herself not to care for the time being. Leaning back down, she kissed him aggressively once more as a hand slipped down to grip his member.

Video: Let Me Sign – Robert Pattinson 

The feeling of her “Kiss” upon his neck held him in place, his eyes shut and an exasperated smile held his mouth open. She could feel her hands raking through his hair and it caused bumps to rise on his skin. Her moans egged him on with his hands, coming close to penetrating her with his finger before their minds began to link. Though she could delve into his memories, feel all he felt in each memory, he could merely see her reaction and exactly what it was she drew upon from him. First came sound as his being was dragged into her mind and placed in the memory, on the outside looking in.

“You wait your entire life
for that special love.
Then it is unreachable.
Perhaps because of fear,
perhaps because of
circumstances
or perhaps because
of love itself.

A special love
that leaves an emptiness
within you
if you cannot hear the
other person’s voice.
But that makes you feel
whole again with one
gentle hello

A special love of longing
night, after, night
for just the sight of them.
or just the feeling of knowing
that they may care too.

A love that you know in this lifetime
you will never feel again.
nor would ever want to feel again,
if it brings you this much pain
not to have it.

Oh, my special love
please come to me
My special one please hold me
and tell me this is not all
for nothing.

That deep within your soul
your love is the same as mine.
We belong together.
We need each other
to make our lives complete.
My only one,
my treasured one,
my special love.”

The darkness fades and the sight is the park. The two sitting upon the ground, Edward’s back to a tree and hers against his chest. His lips close to her ear as they moved, his voice softly carrying the words to her canals and into her mind. This was a day Edward would never, not even soon forget. A smile came to his face and then suddenly, the scene turns black, and the lovers fade. His smile fades with them, and turns into a set line. He stands alone in the darkness, as the sounds of something all to familiar to him fill his mind’s ear. The two are locked in an eternal and passionate struggle, mainly of who should be on top. Though soon, he would win, and the scene slowed as they did. Their eyes met, and the emotion within the gaze as he stopped his motions could be felt for miles around. Pure, intense, and deep love. something only found in fairy tales, yet it was found here…in his eyes and never left each time he looked at her. Slowly, he began again, her soft, needing cries and moans flying into his ears as he placed his lips upon hers. a hand in her air on top of her head, the other wrapped around her back, her legs around his waist and nails digging deep into his skin. The scene fades as a drop of blood falls from his back, and lands on the ground at his feet. the darkness surrounded him yet again, then the image of earlier interactions came into play. The maiden as she was pleasing him. He frowned at this, knowing she would not like it, but it was as much a good thing as it was a bad. Even as she pleased him, and he enjoyed it, he did not, could not look at her the way he always looks at Juliette. The love, the passion, the need. It was not there, except for with her.

When she pulled away from him, he gasped for air, having been in a trance and then suddenly yanked from it. He could have died just then, yet he hoped only that she had seen what he had, in the same WAY as him. She pulled him from the tub with her, and threw him to the bed, laying atop him. The blood was still trickling down his neck yet he found no reason to tend to the wound. The fun fact about Vampiric tendencies was that the teeth were more than used to puncture, but also to close. as she pulls from him after every bite, she can choose whether or not to reseal his wound, ejecting a chemical that acted as platlets yet did not harm the body.

Her words came to him, and they made him smile. He would give anything to be in her presence, and even if it was as her property, he would be happy with it. then, the pendant hit his chest, and their eyes fell to it at the same time. This was almost symbolic, showing the truth behind it all. In the end, he had her heart, her very being in his grasp, as she his. Her aggressive kissing enticed him, and her hand reaching his member did so even further. He twitched at the feeling, at the warth, his hands found her thighs. Squeezing them, he forced them down so that she was laying flat against him. This caused her head to fall as well, and his mouth was brought to her ear. “My life is yours. As you have my heart, and shall own it forever. As sure as our skin touches, I shall never….fall back on that fact.” The moment he finished, he reached down and adjusted his member so that the tip was against her hole, and he pushed, slowly, entering her. He slowly began to pull out, and push back in with his hips, wrapping his palms around her hips as his eyes winced at the feeling, and sheer pleasure overwhelmed him.

Juliette pulled away from his lips to bring them down on his neck wound. Her kiss was tender, affectionate, something so rare for her that if she even realized she was doing it, the moment would be gone. Closing her eyes, she brushed her lips over the skin, kissing and licking at the wound until it was sealed. Pulling her head back to look down at him, the smallest of a genuine smile curved her dark lips up. Forgetting her morning, forgetting her family, forgetting the monster that she was, she allowed herself to give in to this feeling of love she never allowed herself to feel around him. Her eyes were soft with raw emotion she did not understand, her fingers brushing over his chest as she explored his body.

As she was forced down, she let out a surprised gasp. Her ear was close to his lips as he spoke, a shiver running down her spine. How could he affect her so strongly like this. Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against his shoulder and fought back tears that threatened to escape. She could not cry in front of him, she could never allow herself to be so weak. She shifted slightly as the wall almost went up around her heart again, but then she felt his member against her core. Biting her lip to keep from begging, she exhaled slowly as her hot breath tickled his neck. Squeezing her legs tighter around Edward, she began to ride him slowly, deeply. Her fingers dug into the pillows behind him, her breath quickening as she fought to stay quiet. As he continued to move his hips under her, she couldn’t contain herself. Lifting her head up, she moaned his name before biting down on his ear lobe. “Edward…” All inhibitions left her as they made love, sweat trickling down her back as she continued to ride him. Her hair fell in a curtain around him and she brought her eyes to his face, watching with a loving smile on her face as he enjoyed the feel of her body around him.

“Edward…”

His name. Spoken in such exotic, lustful passion it could force the greatest of men to release their seed…without so much as seeing the woman who said it. A man’s name is his power, and he has made her say it before, yet, now….now it was different. Now his name, being spoken in such a way, meant that, at least for the time being, she was allowing him into her, completely. This was not just sex, this was pure, exotic, and passionate love they were making together. At long last, she’d allowed him through her wall once more.

His eyes slowly opened to her smile, one of love and acceptance that he had not seen in what felt like forever. He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her tightly and close to him, then spun her around, placing her on her back. Then, as expected, it brought the memory of their first time to him. He slowed his thrusting to a halt, and simply stared into her eyes. a stare of love, of longing, of need and want. A stare so strong, so bold, it could light any woman’s heart aflame and melt it just as easily. His hand came to her cheek, and he caressed it gently. Lowering his lips to hers, he slowly began the motion of his hips again, thrusting powerfully into her, and pulling slowly out. this was his perfect moment, the one he’d been waiting so long to share with her once more. Though everything might return to normal afterwards, he refused to let that hinder the passion of this moment. “I love you…Juliette.” The words soft as the breath that carried them, gliding from his lips to hers.
Thrusting one last time, the pleasure could be seen over his face as he released his seed within her, his head lifting to the sky in pure ecstasy.

THUD THUD THUD THUD..SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK…THUD THUD THUD -Muffled voices…and then- THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD.

This had been going for what seemed like hours, as Bartholomew sat in his own room, about to taunt his latest victim. The sounds however, were coming from Juliette’s room. Every time Bart was about to start torturing the maid in a cage, the damn pair in the next room were at it….AGAIN!

“What is she? A bleedin’ nympho maniac?”

THUD THUD THUD THUD..SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK…THUD THUD THUD -groans, gasps, wet sloppy skin slapping- THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD.

“AAARRRGGGHHH! This is putting me off. Ewww, the very thought of that anorexic blood sucker doing that doll of hers. How am I supposed to have any fun in this house, if she is banging Mister Tall, dark and Vacant?”

The maid in the cell should probably count her blessings, for the sexual misadventures of Juliette and her doll had just saved her life. For now, at least. Bart was a mess, he wanted to be physically sick. He couldn’t stand the noise anymore, and covered his ears with his hands.

“Make them stop…!”

THUD THUD THUD THUD..SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK…THUD THUD THUD -Muffled voices…and it was on again- THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD.

“I’m so telling Father about this!”

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Juliette’s eyes met Edward’s as he flipped her onto her back, his body looming over her as he remained buried in her. Reaching up, she brushed some hair that had fallen in his eyes back and allowed her fingers to linger. There was a fire stirring within Juliette, an unchained love that threatened to burst from her lips as he stared down at her with a love so strong she thought she would melt into her bed. Her back arched a bit as she urged him on, her eyes never leaving his as she bit down on her lips to keep from calling his name again. There was a small smile on her lips as she knew he was aware she was trying to control herself. It was rare when she had to fight to resist him, as she was often so cruel to him that there wasn’t any room for affection between them. Now, as they were making love and not just mindlessly fucking as she often did after tasting him, things were different. There was no resentfulness or anger within her, just a passion for more and a hunger for all the love Edward was offering her. As he whispered that he loved her against his kisses, she sighed softly as her breath fanned over his lips while her eyes closed slowly. Reaching her arms around his back and clenching the muscles rippling beneath her fingers, she bucked her hips and once more bit down on her lips to keep from answering him. Though she was trying to hide her feelings, she knew they were bared for him to see if he pulled back to look at her just now.

After a few more moments of squirming her hips hungrily beneath him, she pulled back so she could get the full view of his face as he was pleasured. A loud purr escaped her throat as she watched him tilt his head back approvingly. Leaning up, she licked up his throat seductively and nipped at his jaw just as a wave of pleasure ripped through her. As she rode her orgasm long and hard, she bit down into his neck. Not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to leave a possessive bite that would no doubt bruise for days. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and flung him off of her. Sitting up, she laughed softly and leaned down to snuggle into the crook of his arm. As her hair brushed his chest, she looked up to kiss him softly. Sighing, she laid her head down on his chest and allowed herself to catch her breath. She kept a block on her mind to keep herself from ruining the moment, only allowing her to focus on the sound of her heartbeat and the warmth that was still emanating from her core.

They laid there for what seemed like hours but were really just minutes, Juliette enjoying the feel of what it felt to be truly loved and held by a man. It kept her calm, satiated, and she could still feel the electricity from his blood coursing through her. Knowing they couldn’t stay in bed like that all day, she reluctantly withdrew from his body and sat up. Stretching her arms lazily over her head, she let out a small moan “Mmmh…I feel spent.” Not looking at him for fear she would be tempted to stay in bed, she rose slowly and walked towards her armoire. As she was figuring out what to wear, she smiled slightly as she knew she wouldn’t wash the smell of him off of her until later that evening. While thinking about this, a maid slipped a scarlet envelope under her door. Hearing the sound, she turned and padded naked over to the door. Bending down and giving Edward a nice view of her arse, she picked the envelope off the floor and ripped it open. After reading the invitation, she turned around to look at her blood doll. “I have to go to a masque ball…disgusting.” Balls secretly thrilled her and dancing was one of her favorite past times. In fact, she gave herself away as she began to spin excitedly near the bed. Laughing softly, she wrapped her arms around herself and gave into her positive feelings.

“Forever more…I am yours, Little lady.”

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The door slammed, and Amos’ eyes held coldly upon the upper part of the stairs. This ends now Instantly, he dissappeared in a pillar of flame from the room. Reappearing before Elvira just after she shut her door. Here, his rage was vividly evident behind the walls of obscurity. His eyes slitted and turned blood shot red, his wings spread wide and his teeth turning to fangs, serrated at the edges. His nails pointed to claws and his hand lifted to fly for Elvira’s throat.(Don’t want to auto hit, or anything, despite the fact that I’m pretty sure she’d stay still whether or not she avoided him or something.)

“Your insolence and blunt disrespect in the presence of a GUEST disturbs me Elvira.” He lifted her to the air, his grip tightening ferociously around her throat. His tone was strong and authorative, yet held no evidence to his rage as he spoke softly. “I warned you earlier what would happen should something like this happen again.” He practically threw her to the floor, and drew his eyes upon the door. “Yet now I feel that is not enough….” He thought for a few moments in silence, and then spoke. “Not only will you be starved, but you shall be confined to your chambers as well. No company, no sunlight, nothing. your punishment will end in a week’s time, at the night of the ball, that I assume you’ve gotten your invite to. We will be going, I’ve decided.” He stepped over her form and moved to open the door. “If you so much as think of leaving before I grant permission….I shall put down your steed you adore so much.” He opened the door, and slammed it shut behind him. Lifting his palm to door, he uttered a few words and a blue light flashed over the door, creating a seal that would prevent her from leaving through that exit. Then he turned, and headed back to the Foyer, returning to his human form immediately.

Returning, he looked to Juliette, having missed the leave of Bart and his woman. His nose immediately scrunched at the scent of her blood doll. “How you stand the slave is not but a mystery to me.” He heard her words, and noticed she would not look to him. He approached her, his eyes flipping back to a slitted look. “Yet you turn your gaze from my sight. Truth in words is found in the speaker’s eyes. How am I to believe you when I cannot see yours…?”

Juliette raised both eyebrows in surprise as her father disappeared suddenly. Turning towards Bart and Fanny, she narrowed her eyes at Bart’s comments. Still, she said nothing as she watched them walk away. Turning towards her father as he reappeared, she kept her eyes on the ground and listened to him speak. She could sense how tense he was, and his words made her straighten up. Looking up at him slowly, a small smile curved her lips. Shrugging a bit in an attempt to relieve the stress between them, her eyes filled with genuine affection that she had not given him in such a long time. “I find it hard to look at you because I know I shamed you and mother at breakfast. My greatest desire is to make you both proud, truly.”Stepping closer, she reached out for his hand. She longed to be able to tell him about her daring murders that she had hoped would make headlines but sadly had not yet. She laughed softly as she spoke of Edward “I have to eat somehow, don’t I? I feel it would be disrespectful to dine on human blood in front of my noble parents.” Looking away in shame, her shoulders sunk a bit “I feel as though my blood has been tainted somehow.” Shaking that thought away, she looked back at her father and lifted her chin up with pride. “But I am a Roxburg, and I am a demon. I know you will soon be proud of me, father…” Smiling evilly, she then turned towards the door. “I’ll get it.”

Stepping up to the entrance of the manor, she pulled the door open and let out a shriek of surprise. “Isabella!” Yanking the shifter through the doors, she wrapped her arms around her “My sexy vixen has arrived…And what mayhem will we be causing today?” Smirking, she looped her arm through her friend’s and looked over her shoulder. “Father, I have some bloody business to attend to. I shan’t keep you all waiting for dinner.” Blowing her father a kiss, she then turned to lead Isabella out of the house in a rush.

(Thread Change to the Cathedral- I’ll post first so she can blabbed xD)

Out in the garden, Fanny was in a fit of giggles, over the incident that happened within the Roxburg Manor, and Bart’s two sisters. Fanny practically had a skip to her step, as she hopped from one broken garden path stone to another. Bartholomew was following her, his eyes going over her form as she acted out being so young and vibrant, with a twist of malice. If there was one person on this god forsaken planet that Bartholomew adored, and treasured it was Fanny. Twirling to a stop, and then sitting on a vine covered love swing, she wiggled her eyebrows, and then spoke in a velvet like purr;

“Come give me a push, Barty, and tell me all about your first few days at home. I can imagine its far more exciting than Oxford.” Fanny said, with a nasally air as she said the word “Oxford.” Bartholomew walked around the swing, then instead of pushing, he smoothed the shoulders of her gown back, to reveal her fair skin, then bent his head forward, so he could nibble at her neck, causing her to wiggle her toes beneath the many layers of her skirts. “Barty…you terrible tease you. Must you do that. I fear you will soon blow in my ear next so my bloomers will fall off.” Bart leaned back and started laughing as he reached for the swing ropes and started to push her gently, letting her ride the swing.

“Only my sisters bloomers fall off at the drop of a hat, Kitten. I’ve been trying to get into yours now for three years.” It was true, the couple had yet to consummate their relationship. Fanny was certainly one that liked to play hard to get. “I know, I know…but I did promise my Great Grand Mama that I would keep my virginity till my wedding day, and thus inherit her entire fortune. Just think, Barty. All that lovely money, and its all ours. Course, there is that matter of…you know….asking me to be your wife.” Fanny said with her lips pursed together, kind of hopeful he might drop on his knee and do it in amongst the rose bushes. But, not Bart. He had a plan, and was saving this for the right moment.

“Kitten, I did promise you I would. Just, I want to do it when the time is right. I mean, I want nothing more than to nip and tuck your sweet scented folds of flesh, and treat you to a wild night of tongue play and fornication. But if I have to wait, then so do you.”

Fanny made a little face, slightly dissapointed that Bartholomew was not ready to ask her yet, but least he did have the intent, and he loved her. Treating her like the Lady she was….sometimes. So they continued to enjoy the garden, taking a stroll through the rose bushes, arm in arm. Bart telling her rude jokes and gossip, which had her laughing gaily, ever so often she snorted loudly, which just made Bart roar with laughter. They really were a pair.

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Harrison’s carriage pulled up to the manor slowly, as if the horses were weary. The demon sighed, leaning his head against his hand and waiting for a moment. He wondered if this was worth the chance of his sister throwing him out of the house. He hadn’t visited in a year or two, and the last time he had… well, it had’t ended well. The family might have liked him more if he were Elizabeth’s full brother, and if he followed their mother’s ways. But he did not, as it were, and he could not care less what his family thought of him because of it.

He climbed out when his driver, Phillip, came to open the door for him, a slight look of worry on his face. “Sir, are you-” Harrsion clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m fine. I suggest you keep the horses ready, as I do not expect to be welcome for long.” He loosened his coat slightly as he walked up the steps, his footsteps silent despite his size. If he had been on at least somewhat good terms with the Roxburgs, he might’ve shown himself in and sought out just his sister. However, he deemed it more polite, safe and beneficial to place a few loud, firm knocks on the door and stand back from it slightly, waiting.

This visit was starting to seem less and less enjoyable by the second.

Isabella grinned as her friend answered the door, immediately wrapping her arms around the other woman in a tight hug. “Hello, my beautiful devil~” Grinning, the shifter peeked into the house, but didn’t say much except a brief hello towards where she could hear the others. With a laugh, she kept close to Juliette and walked with her. “Oh, we’ll be causing lots of mayhem, darling. Lots and lots of it~”

“Oh that girl? I think her name is Rosalie, can’t tell you her last name though.” Amelia offered, at least trying to help the kid out if she was someone from his school. Rather than cramp his style, having helped out at least with the name, she took up her drink and gave his shoulder a pat. “She looks like she could use someone to bounce off. Have a good night, kid.”Amelia then made her way through the crowd.

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Eric was finally at the party, after school, he went home, and of course, his father began to bother him again about go to the gym and train some muay thai, so of course, he went, with his father, and the both of them had to fight, and train together. Which, for Eric was always worse that way, not only because he faces a bit of his father strength, but also because the training is more tough, and there’s barely no breaks, when he goes alone to the personal trainer, his father hired, its better, since he takes things slow and doesn’t spend the whole time pushing him into his limits. If Eric didn’t told his father about the party tonight, he was going with somebody, they would’ve spent there almost the all night, so he just ran home, took a shower, and got himself ready. He is wearing, some black t-shirt, with a leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and some kickers. His dirty blonde hair was messy but with style. He even put on some cologne, and also healed the wounds he had on his eyebrow and lip, he just wanted to look decent for this party. This was like the first impression, and he didn’t wanted to ruin it.
To get here, he used his fathers car, Eric was actually thinking about walking, but his father told him to take his car and have fun. He was just glad that his son was finally creating bonds and doing stuff a normal teenager at his age should be doing, having fun. He parked his car on the first empty space he found, then he locked the car, making sure every door was well locked, and also checked if he had his wallet with him. Now yes, he was ready.
He walked up to the building, but he did not get inside, he stayed outside, waiting for Maha. He told her that he would wait for her outside, and if he wasn’t there, meant he would be late, and since she isn’t around here, means she still didn’t arrived, so he will just wait.

He looked the stunning woman over slowly before smiling his greasy smile “The place is hoppin’, baby.”

She shimmied up to him and placed a kiss on his cheek with one foot in the air. Tweaking that same cheek, she cooed “Keep an eye out for me, Bubba. I don’t like the gropers.” He grunted a gruff response, crossing his arms possessively as Jacque flounced into the joint.

Looking around, Jacqueline watched the young people dancing so close together she thought someone was filming a more modern Dirty Dancing. Rolling her eyes, she shimmied her way to the crowd until she saw her boss sitting on a couch in the midst of all the fun. Dropping her flirty routine, she stuck a more professional yet friendly smile on her face and nodded her head towards Galtem in greeting. She never talked to him much, only when was necessary. Jacque knew he had a reputation, and though she enjoyed the pleasure of the hunt as well, something about him screamed ‘danger, don’t touch’.

Shifting her attention away from her boss, she looked towards the stage that seemed to be beckoning her name. The DJ was off to the side and was playing popular club music that had the place indeeed ‘boppin’. Smirking, she shook her head and walked over to the booth. After a few brief words, the DJ chuckled and switched gears. Climbing onto the stage with the help of the house band, she nodded to them as they started to play Titanium by David Guetta. The DJ spun along with a few of his own tricks, keeping that beat ready for the dancing patrons. Stepping up to the mic, Jacque began to sing and swayed her hips along to the rhythm.

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Rosalie had looked over in time to see Caleb staring at her briefly. Smiling shyly, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and ducked her head with embarrassment. Turning away from him as he spoke to Amelia about who knew what, she watched the singer that had just arrived. Finishing her soda, she placed the empty glass on the bar and gestured to the bartender that she didn’t want anymore. Eyes fixated on the beautiful blonde singer, she found her hips strangely start to sway to the beat. Smiling slightly, she stepped away from the bar and shimmied her way into the crowd of dancing teens. Lifting her hands above her head, she began to sway and shimmy her hips as she got lost into the song. It was one of her favorites, and Jacque was doing it some serious justice in the disco. Laughing softly as she gave into dancing, Rosalie closed her eyes and just felt the beat.

One that was famous for his late nights in the D.A’s office, was none other than Shane Williamson. He came to NH from Chicago well before River’s funeral, and after a few good wins for his law firm he was approached to stand for the position of the cities D.A’s office. Course, a job like that has its perks, and one of which was to have a sensual blonde name Louisa who served him faithfully, soon becoming his blood doll for his need to feed, as well as other added niceties. After enjoying a good romp on one well worn oak desk in Shane’s office, the D.A decided that he would put in an appearance at the local bar, since he heard that Galtem, his former partner was back in town and throwing a party. With his VIP invitation safely tucked into his coat pocket, he sneered lewdly at his secretary as she slowly put her clothes back on. “If I could have you work like this….all the time, it would make my job all the less stressful.” Louisa winked at her boss, before sashaying over with the hem of her skirt up so high, he could see a flash of her knickers. “You only need to buzz me, Boss.” She playfully wiggled her brow, before turning round to leave, at which he gave her backside a slap, and then spun around in his chair.

“Party time.”

The Disco

Rather than take his secretary to the party, Shane decided he might find something else tantalizing to take home to feast on later. Course, when he entered the crush of the nightclub entrance, the first person he spotted, that he knew was Amelia. Leaning against a wall, and sucking on a straw. Was that…water? Shane thought to himself. Though he was a vampire, he had come to respect Amelia, for her vast knowledge of crime scene investigations, forensics and how to solve a murder through picking up tiny traces of evidence from the bodies or the murder location. She was like a sniffer dog to a criminal’s trail. Her methods were as unorthodox as her attire, but that was just another one of the things he liked about her. Amelia stood out in the crowd. Smirking, he cut through the dancers, that were bumping and grinding with their sweaty bodies to the beat of the music, till he came to stand in front of her, a curl to the right side of his lips.

“And you say you have no social life. What you doing here? And…water? Seriously?” Shane teased, cocking his head to the right. Amelia let the straw go from her lips and sighed. Great, another hunky guy she could never see herself with.“Already had…six…seven…drinks, and one trip to the loo to basically find out what I ate for breakfast. It was colourful.” Amelia quipped, bopping her head in time to the music. Shane laughed and patted her shoulder. “Always heavy on the details. Gotta love that. So…where is Silver tongue? The man of the hour.” Shane knew that Amelia and Galtem went way back, and hoped she might be able to point out where to find him. “Last I saw he was shooing away lap dancers. Say…why don’t you go up to the VIP lounge, that is the best place to start looking.” Shane gave Amelia a small salute, then headed up to the VIP section.

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“She’s just so…charming.” Joffrey blinked a moment and replied “If you mean Queen Metia, I’d have to give you a long lesson in how not to judge a book by their cover. BUT if you mean my daughter Tempest, then yes…she is charming…to a degree.” The Prince wasn’t stupid, he knew that Tempest had a bit of a reputation for being needy at times. But that was all the charm you get from a child that is part demon. Turning away from the paintings, he faced Desmond head on, and then listened to his enquiry about Selene. “Your majesty, the princess is waiting for you in the dining hall. I would say she has had a trying morning.” ~SHE’S HAD A TIRING MORNING?~ Joffrey thought to himself, his eyes practically rolling up into the back of his head. Joffrey had spent much of the morning tending to their daughter, so his wife could have a lie in. Finding his composure, the Prince slapped Desmond’s arm and then said with a voice rich in sarcasm. “What would my wife do without you seeking me out to go and entertain her, hmm?” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Desmond would be in the silks with Selene in the blink of an eye, if Joffrey was not around. Course that damned man had a retort lined up. “I trust your morning has been going well for you and your princess, then?” Well that was a loaded question, which was said off the cuff, as he turned and walked away, leaving Joffrey to sing out in his wake;

“Oh yes…she learnt about the birds, the bees, and…bosoms. Simply bloody marvelous.” With sneaky pants out of sight, Joffrey marched on down to the dining hall, to see if there was anything left to eat, after his whirlwind of a daughter had had her share.

Dining hall

The first thing that Joffrey heard as he entered the dining hall was the sound of a lamb baaing. He raised an eyebrow, to see his beloved Selene handing over a lamb to one of her ladies in waiting, and her orders left him slightly dumbfounded. See to it this poor creature makes it to my chambers tonight. He is my new pet and I expect him to get the same royal treatment as his mummy.” Did he hear right? Did she just adopt a lamb and seek to have it live in her chambers? What…the hell was going on? Tilting his head slightly as the lady walked off with the lamb, Joffrey held up a finger and he had a stutter when he asked; “Since when were livestock considered children, dear? I have no intent on sleeping next to a cow, anytime soon.” Perhaps this is part of the post child syndrome or a new fashion trend that he was unaware of. “I thought lambs were for…dining on, not keeping in one’s bed chambers.” You had to admit, this was a strange situation.

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“Since now, lovey. You dote on our precious little daughter, I figure I need a lamb of my own to slaughter. Er, love.”

“Now now, my Love. You do know that I give our daughter the love she needs, there is nothing to say you can’t snaffle her away to love and cuddle at your leisure. Besides, she is less smelly and better toilet trained than a lamb.”

The crowd of the court parted as Selene made her cat like strides towards him, and put on her seductive charm, her body oozing with sexuality. Talk about fickle. One minute discussing lambs and love, the next she wanted to be the one with the apple in her mouth. Forcefully, she placed a hand on his chin, and brought him down for a kiss, which he didn’t mind at all, until he heard the voice of Sneaky pants Desmond.

“Your grace, I have heard the most absurd rumor.”

“And…right on cue..” Joffrey sighed, taking a step back and crossing his arms in front of him. This should be joyous. Wonder who the git has been spying on now. But by the looks of things, he had plans to tell some tale about Joffrey. Ah, lovely, sow the seeds of doubt in the Mrs.

“Really, Desmond. So listening to the staff gossip is now more than a passing fancy? How..exciting it must be for you. Let me guess, the cook is shagging the butcher for a better cut of rump?” Joffrey said dryly, before turning his attention back to his adoring wife. She…was now all over his neck, arms like snakes, and he was half thinking the term “afternoon delight” was going to have her on the menu.

“Hmm?”

“Darling, don’t you think it’s about time Tempest met her grandparents. I am feeling terribly homesick…”

“What? Oh…them. Well…I guess, but…I don’t think your parents like me very much, especially after the whole…Great war, cause we ran off and eloped. Pretty sure your father still has a bee in his bonnet about that.” Of this, Joffrey was certain. He had no desire to meet with her parents, point blank.

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The handmaidens stepped back and made room for her to leave the table. As she walked a few steps, guilt began to nag at her. She was too harsh. Turning around once more, she frowned sadly and walked over to Tempest. Crouching down in front of her, she looked at her daughter with the rare signs of love in her eyes. Touching there foreheads together, she exhaled softly and placed a hand on her cheek. “You are my greatest joy, Tempest. I just want what is best for you.” Kissing her on the cheek, she then pulled herself away from her daughter and strode out of the dining hall without another look back at her family.

Desmond, who had taken a seat near the royal family, watched with silent glee at how Selene chastised the little princess. Such nasty things, children were. As the princess left the room, his eyes flicked to Joffrey “She will be taking a little vacation and will be traveling alone to the Vaas Plains. Perhaps some distance would be good for her.” With that, he stood up and gave the demon prince a cocky wink before turning to follow Selene.

Taking no notice of others who might be in the park, Elvira led Jezzie into the woods to her private place. Once there, she let Jezzie off her lead to roam about as she wished while she sat among the broken stones, reflecting on how her life had changed in the last few hours.

Sitting on a low section of stone that safely held her weight, she leaned her head against the rough texture, staring off at nothing, trying not to think, trying not to feel. A lone tear escaped from her eye, quickly swept away with a gloved hand.

She thought of her mother, her littlest sister, her brother…poor Bart, thrust into the role of leader of their family. Elvira knew he was not going to take their father’s passing well. She would have to see about him when she got back to the manor.

She sighed, a picture of misery and lost dreams.

With a sixth sense and the ability to smell the scent of his mysterious beauty, the Count decided to venture out, long after his household slumbered. He felt no need to change into the form of a wolf, not yet. His goal was simple. Catch sight of the beauty, before the cock crowed and the sun’s rays illuminated the earth. The Count was still angered that the ball did not go to plan. His desire to take Elvira and treat her to a night of unforgettable passion and madness, was thwarted by that dog, Agares, loyal flunky to Lillian. Oh how he hated that bitch. The only real triumph was slapping her hard, as she tried to stand over him. An Alpha…and not just any, but one of Bavarian lineage.

So through the park he walked, till he came to an abrupt stop, and raised his head. The mix of all the different scents, there was one that stood out. HERS. She was in the park, away from the watchful gaze of her family. Stealth fully, he moved through the wooded area of the park, only to hear the soft sighs of Elvira. Sitting within the dilapidated walls of a once glorious building. This was no place for a woman of her standing. And yet the wave of sorrow, hit him suddenly. Why would she be upset? Unless of course the wound to Amos…was fatal. It was never his intent, to destroy the head of the Roxburg, no, that was Lillian’s plan.

The Count stayed in the shadow, and watched her silently. Drinking in her beauty. Inhaling her scent. Formulating plans in his mind…how one day…she would belong, to him.

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Although Elvira was alone in a wooded area, with not another soul around for miles, she was very aware of her surroundings.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she raised her head up. She didn’t turn around to look but she sensed someone was watching her.

“I know you’re there.” she murmured. “You may as well show yourself.”

Silence greeted her, but she was a somewhat patient person.

The Count, no longer had reason to hide, and so he simply stepped out of the shadows, and cast his gaze down on Elvira as she sat upon the stone. Clearly she had been weeping, and was lost in the sea of her own thoughts.

“You looked, exquisite tonight. I would have danced with you, but alas you had that…man hanging off you.” Coming closer, the Count inhaled sharply becoming intoxicated off her scent. So strong…so potent. He had planned the entire evening, for a simple dance, and yet it was not to be.

“He’s dead..isn’t he?” the Count now spoke of Amos, Elvira’s father. Why else would she have taken the journey here after the blood bath of a ball. “It was not supposed to have been like this. How was I to know….your own family sought to destroy the head….when…all I wanted was you.” The Count reached out to touch her cheek, a sign that the wolf was keeping his desires on a leash. Would she lash out? And who could blame her if she did.

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There was a rustle of leaves and a snapping of twigs behind her, and she still had yet to see who her visitor was.

“You looked exquisite tonight. I would have danced with you, but alas you had that…man hanging off you.”

That voice! I recognize that voice! Elvira screamed in her head. So saying, she turned a little on her makeshift bench and came face to face with her kissing bandit. Despite what she’d gone through the night before, his words got a dark chuckle from her.

“Hmm…yes…a former relative’s…lover.” Elvira snarled, voice gone cold as she thought of Juliette. She turned her back on him, watching Jezebel munching away on some tasty moss she’d found. “But your…friends…did more damage than I ever could to that relationship.” she snorted, tangling her fingers into her lap.

There was silence between them for a moment before his next words stopped her cold.

“He’s dead..isn’t he?” Not knowing how he knew, she nodded, struggling against the urge to cry once more. She thought she had no more tears left. “It was not supposed to have been like this. How was I to know….your own family sought to destroy the head….when…all I wanted was you.” At that, Elvira’s head snapped up and around, just as he was about to touch her cheek. She quickly stood and backed away from him, wary and a little bit confused.

“What do you mean by that, sir?” she demanded, surprised to feel any emotions other than the grief that nearly crippled her hours before. “It wasn’t supposed to be like what? You know something, or you had something planned and I demand to know what it was.” she scowled, her anger threatening to ignite everything around her. As if to put truth to the thought, the ground beneath her feet began to smoulder.

“It was I that attacked your…former relative’s lover, the one that was on your arm. Right after your father was attacked by Agares. Yes, I watched it all. As I said….this was never my will. That was your Grandmother’s.” The Count stepped in closer to her, looking down with his presence much stronger within her personal space.

“Can you not smell the blood of your dance partner on me?” The Count asked, looking at her with eyes that were almost hypnotic. “I did my best to avenge your father….but, that fool got in my way. Sad to say…he didn’t taste very good.”

The Count then waited for her response.

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He stepped into her personal space, making her very aware that she was alone, in a secluded area, with an Alpha Werewolf. “Can you not smell the blood of your dance partner on me?” he asked her, catching her gaze with her own. His eyes were nearly hypnotic in a way, and if she were anyone else, she probably would have fallen under his spell. But she was Elvira Roxburg, daughter of Amos, and she bowed to the will of no man.

She stood to her full height, which was still a few feet beneath his own and glared at the man. “I’d prefer not to smell you at all if I can help it.” she snapped, pressing a finger to her nose. He didn’t smell all that repulsive actually…sort of a mix between earth, grass after a summer storm and smoked sandalwood, if her sense of smell was correct. But she wasn’t about to let him know that.

“I did my best to avenge your father….but, that fool got in my way. Sad to say…he didn’t taste very good.”

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread1.” Elvira snarled. “You really have the nerve to speak to me of plans and maschinations when this information comes way too late? How dare you, sir!” Her hand flashed out, intent upon wiping the arrogant smirk off the man’s face…

1quote attributed to Alexander Pope, an 18th-century English poet, best known for his satirical verse and for his translation of Homer. Famous for his use of the heroic couplet, he is the third-most frequently quoted writer in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, after Shakespeare and Tennyson.

“I don’t think you understand. I never knew about the intent of your…family to end its own. That was totally unexpected. Had I known this plan, I would never have invited Lillian. Only reason I did, was I wanted all to see….how I felt about you.”

The Count backed away from her slowly, to give her room to breathe. He instead leaned against one of the stone walls, and folded his arms. “I let my pack, finish what the Roxburgs started….simple as that.”

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“I don’t think you understand. I never knew about the intent of your…family to end its own. That was totally unexpected. Had I known this plan, I would never have invited Lillian. Only reason I did, was I wanted all to see….how I felt about you.” he stated, backing away from her to lean against a piece of the stone wall, arms crossed. “I let my pack, finish what the Roxburgs started….simple as that.”

Elvira was surprised to say the least. She could sense the truth of his words and she had to admit, even to herself, that none of the wolves came close to touching her or her family…except Lillith and he lived to tell the tale. But then what he’d said before that finally registered in her brain and her mouth dropped open in surprise.

“How can you have feelings for me, when you just met me? I don’t even know you. You don’t even know me!” she replied, voice calm. Now that her anger was assuaged, the ground was no longer smoking and smouldering. She moved to sit on a downed tree nearby and where she had stood, the ground was charred black.

She stared at him. “Just who the hell are you anyway? I’ve seen you three times now, and don’t even know your name.”

*Nods to X-Men’s Wolverine

“Permit me, to introduce myself. I am Count Virgo Marulo, second son of the King of Bavaria.” There was no lie about this, he had sent out the invitations marked with the seal of his family, and was known to the Queen of England, who allowed him to set up residence in the country on the large Estate known as Baxter Hall.

Now, for the tricky part. How he knew her. Placing his hands behind his back, he walked with a dignified air, and kept his chin up high, not at all beast like in appearance, but how deceiving looks can be. He didn’t even bother to stop his walk as he answered her next question.

“Five hundred years ago, I fell in love with the most beautiful woman, her name Katarina Adelzhausen. Such beauty, one cannot imagine. Cruelly, she was taken from me. Lead to believe I had died in battle, she took her life and on my return, her body lay in the chapel…dead. I swore…on her grave that I would see her again.” At this point, he took out a locket, and handed it to to Elvira. If she were to open it, the picture within….was of her. Well, her likeness.

Any fool could see then…he believed Elvira to be her reincarnation…the new vessel of Katarina.

“Astonishing…the likeness.”

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His arms went behind his back and he began to pace back and forth as he gave her his explination. “Five hundred years ago, I fell in love with the most beautiful woman, her name Katarina Adelzhausen. Such beauty, one cannot imagine. Cruelly, she was taken from me. Lead to believe I had died in battle, she took her life and on my return, her body lay in the chapel…dead. I swore…on her grave that I would see her again.” He stepped closer to her, pulling a locket from his cloak and passing it to her. Curious, Elvira opened it to see a young woman staring back at her. The resemblance to herself was uncanny.

“Astonishing…the likeness.” He stated.

Shaking her head, she closed the locket and passed it back to him. “I’m sorry, Lord Marulo. But I cannot be the reincarnation of your dead lover. Tis simply impossible.” She stood up as well. “She sounds like one of His Angels.” she emphasised, glaning upward at the canopy of trees and gloomy skies over their heads. “I am but a creature of Hell. Demon, devil, succubus. Whatever you wish to call me. Born from the fires of my father and grandfather, Lord Lucifer himself. There is no goodness and light within me. I am but of the Dark. The Sin of Lust that binds mortal man to his every whim. I feed upon their very souls as sex is my playground.” She stood tall and proud, chin jutted out only so far. “So…I cannot be what you so wish. For that is a fool’s errand you seek…and I do not think you are such a fool.”

So saying, she turned on her heel and started to reach for Jezzie’s reins, intent on leaving.

“So you go on…being the succubus…feast on men and yet…never know love. Tis your choice, my dear.”

He did not move to follow her.

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Her hand, inches from grabbing up Jezzie’s lead, paused. Eyes tightening in anger, she clenched her fist and whirled back around.

“What would I know of love? Useless human emotions! Bah!” she scowled, spitting, unladylike, at his feet. “All it brings is pain and heartache and I’ve had enough of both to last me ten lifetimes!” she snapped, hissing and spitting like an angry cat as she bravely marched up to him. “You would need a heart to know love! You would need to feel…something for someone…to know love! I have neither since they were both so cruelly taken from me! So don’t you DARE give me that tripe!” she shouted, poking him in his shoulder with a talon she hadn’t even known she had transformed.

Throwing up her hands in disgust, at herself, at him, at the whole damn situation, she turned and stomped away, going as far as the treeline skirting the edge of the old building she’d once claimed as her sanctuary.

Doesn’t feel much like a place of safety anymore with people intruding upon my solitude all the bloody time! she snorted, crossing her arms. After a moment, she sighed, shoulders slumped and staring off into the distance once more. His words tumbled through her brain like a tornado and she felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty. “Fine! You win! I have a heart! Big bleeding deal!” she finally ground out, not bothering to look at him. “Shall I rip it from my chest and lay it at your feet as a sacrifice? Would that make you happy?” she snarled, whirling to face him, eyes as black as night. Using her talons, she shredded her dress, ripping it from her body and standing before him naked, her aura flaring high. She pointed to where her heart was. “Go ahead. Rip my heart out if there’s anything left of the fecking thing! I don’t want it anymore!”

On the ground where he had stood, was the locket. It was opened, and the picture of Katarina was staring up at the sky, a soft smile upon her face. Was this done on purpose, and why did the Count chose to leave her, when she had finally caved in to his constant questions. He knew her a lot more…than she even knew herself.

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(thread change)

She snarled in anger.

“BASTARD!” she shouted at nothing. Grabbing up the tattered remains of her dress, she fashioned a makeshift top, not caring in the least it left her arms bare.

There would be some tongues wagging through the gossips of the city when they caught sight of her riding through town in such a way, but she wasn’t an exhibitionist for nothing.

But…despite it all…he had managed to do something that even surprised her…

For a short time…she had gotten beyond her grief.

And she knew then, things were going to get better.

A beam of sunlight that had been fighting to get through the morning clouds paused her attention on something shiny in the dirt. She went to it, picking it up and discovering it was the Count’s treasured locket. She glanced back up to wear the count had disappeared through the trees.

Coming to a decision, she whistled for Jezzie, climbing into the saddle as her friend came near. Turning the lead toward town, she needed to get a new dress before she could make her way to the Count’s estate.

But first she needed to *find* his estate.

—thread change—-

“Good,” Maha laughed when he assured her he was not judging her. “Cause if you were I’d have to do something about it,” she added making the most intimidating face that she could but it didn’t work very well and she ended up just laughing about it instead.
“Alrighty then,” Lizzy said and with that she went to go make their drinks.
“Thanks!” Maha told her brightly and turned back to Eric. “So, how was school today?” she asked with a light laugh. It was funny to her to sit at the bar and talk about school. Or talking about school at all. But it wasn’t a filler question. She honestly was curious. His bruises were gone and she had noticed. It was a good sign to her. Maybe today he hadn’t gotten picked on. It still amazed her that he of all people got bullied at school. It didn’t surprise her that he didn’t fight back. He could take them on any day, but he was too sweet. But why they would pick on a Manzenli boy was a mystery to her.
Lizzy came back with their drinks. “Strawberry… Regular…” she said as she set them down in front of them. “Enjoy!” she said in a sing song voice before going to the next customers.
Maha smiled her thanks and took a drink of her strawberry daiquiri before setting it back down in front of her, much more interested in Eric than she was her drink.

Bar

Bones paid no attention to anyone but Mills now. If Circe was going to do something, she would do it and there wasn’t much he could do to stop it. But he would be bad to not try, right? The girl made her way over to her sister, but not before sticking her tongue out at Bones, to which he merely raised his eyebrows. “Make that two,” Bones said when Mills ordered her whiskey. Just because he was sober most of the time didn’t mean he didn’t still enjoy getting drunk. Tonight seemed like a good night. He looked at Mills and held up a shot in a “cheers” kind of way before downing his. When she spoke to him he shook his head and set the glass on the table before pulling out something from his pocket. “That’s going to be sooner rather than later. Miss Forgetful forgot her wallet in the car,” he said, waving it around for a moment before pocketing it. Ok so she had set it down in the car and he had swiped it, but what difference did it make? He was allowed to be worried right?

Eric stared a bit speechless at Maha when she said she would have to do something about it if he judged her, he was still trying to understand what she truly meant, but in the end he just chuckled along with her. So far, this was being the best night of his live, he doesn’t have an interesting life, so anything can get more interesting than his daily routine, but he was definitely glad that he was with Maha in this party, she was really a wonderful person to be with, and the fewest that isn’t judging him just because he isn’t like his father or uncle. People tend to compare him a lot with them, his father due the muscles, and his uncle due the womanizer reputation. He was different from them.
“Thank you.”
Eric thanked Lizzy when she finally made their drinks. He picked up his glass, and took a small sip from his drink, actually enjoying the way it felt. After that he just placed his drink back down, and heard Maha’s question, about how was school. He thought she didn’t wanted to talk about that because it could be boring for her, but since she’s asking, why not answer her? Its not like he had other subjects to talk about.
“It was good, I guess.”
Today nobody had bullied him, well, the jokes some say while he’s passing by, or the looks, its not something that he cares, he was more glad that they didn’t started to hit him or destroy his stuff again. He did not wanted to be always buying the same book, since they keep on stealing it and destroying it. But today was more calm, and he really felt like something good was going to happen.
“It was more calm than usual, I really feel like I’m having the best day of my life.”
Eric told her with a shrug and a smile. He was being total honest with his words. Today wasn’t the best day of his life It because the day was more calm, it was also because he was here with somebody that actually was interested on him, friends or not.

Rosalie couldn’t believe how embarrassing Alec was acting by shouting after her not to be raped or drunk. She was drinking a coke! She looked over her shoulder huffily at her best friend, but he was already talking to that girl. Rolling her eyes, she swiveled back in her seat and offered the bartender a shy smile “Another coke, please?” He just chuckled and nodded, grabbing her glass to refill it. Rosalie began to play with the napkin in front of her when she saw Caleb move in the corner of her eye.When she looked over, he was giving her the goofiest smile that she thought was adorable. No, adorable was for puppies. It was more breath-taking. He tried to speak to her but clearly had his mouth full. By the time he had swallowed, the bartender had placed her drink in her hand. Turning her head slightly, she nodded her head in thanks but then her eyes flitted back to Caleb’s face. His contagious smile had hers growing into an amused grin. With a small laugh, she shook her head “No, I didn’t, but I was silently wondering who you were. You look familiar, I think we might be in some of the same classes together?”He looked away from her and Rosalie could feel his nerves from her seat next to him. Tilting her head, she wondered what had him so flustered. With his good looks and charming smile, it was a mystery anyone or anything could make him unsettled. When he looked back at her, he began to trip over his words in a way that could have been misconstrued as insults but she could tell he was having hell of a time just trying to make conversation. She began to giggle when he called her gorgeous and struggled over not trying to deliver a line. Raising an eyebrow, she reached out and took his hand to shake it lightly “No, I was really hoping I wouldn’t get hit on since that beast of a teenager over there would probably just ruin my evening.”Rolling her eyes, she didn’t remove her hand as she shrugged. A friendly smile curved her lips once more as she continued “I’m Rosalie Draven. Manzenli sounds familiar but I’m not sure from where…” Seeing his handsome smile again, she blushed and looked away to stare at her drink “So, are you new in town?”

Galtem’s eyes laid on Amelia, she had finally showed up, and she did looked better than before. Now Shane and her was messing around with him due his choices on wanting to leave the womanizer life, did they really thought so bad of him?
“I’m not joking, it will happen.”
He told them with a grin, as he shook his head slightly. He knew it wouldn’t be an easy task, but he was going to make it happen, he wanted to change, and he was going to do it. It was a challenge, and we all know, Galtem loves challenges, and he will do anything to surpass them and show the others that he was able to do it. Its definitely questions of pride, but also he wants to start a new life, he’s tired of having such troublesome life, he’s getting old for that thing, so its time to change.
Galtem chuckled when Shane mentioned the word Juice whenever he saw Amelia’s drink, those all shots for her was probably way too much for somebody who rarely drink, so of course now, she’d rather stay stuck to the juice.
He didn’t said much, he just allowed the two of them talk, while he leaned his back against the couch and took a sip from his whiskey. He was able to listen their conversation about the collar Amelia had around her neck, Galtem sometimes got curious about it as well, but he started to get too used on seeing her with it, that he stopped caring. Then the conversation was about his secretary, oh those times when a Lawyer has a good secretary.

When the night seemed to be perfect and full of joy, something unpredictable happen.
Galtem was laughing at his friends comments while staring down at his glass, whenever he rose his head to stare around the VIP lounge, he saw Jennifer, rushing upstairs and into the restroom. His smile slowly disappeared and his expression turned into a nervous and worried one. Hell, he didn’t even knew what to feel whenever he saw her. With so many places out there, she had to show up here? Of course he knew this was the only disco in this town, but damn. He wasn’t that focus on what Shane was saying, but it wasn’t definitely something that good.
“Don’t go, don’t go. What are you doing, no pick up the glass again, ugh, stop” His mind was telling him to not move, but he was already standing up.
“With so many places out there, she had to show up here.”
Galtem said, as he just walked to the ladies restroom, he could careless if he shouldn’t be there. Stepping inside, he grabbed on some arm from a female that was there, and removed her from the restroom.
“There’s other bathrooms downstairs.”
He told to the poor woman, and closed the door. This restrooms was huge, and he had to take few steps to finally spot Jennifer, and the first reaction he got, was quickly roll his eyes and turn his head. Why? Because of her dress, it was way too up.
“Oh god, your dress.”
He mumbled with a huff. Now he was here, and he couldn’t go back. Maybe if he didn’t acted so awkward and just made this meeting be only about her, everything would be ok.
“Are you ok? Do you need something?”
He asked her, perking up an eyebrow. Trying his best to remain calm, while inside he was extremely nervous, and just wanted to get out of here, but his body moved against his will.

Jennifer stumbled into the bathroom. If people even noticed her awkward entrance, she didn’t notice them. She went straight to the back stall and sat down on the disgusting floor. Something she would have never done in a million years had she been in her right mind. To her surprise, the feeling that she was going to throw up disappeared and she ended up just covering her face and letting the dizziness pass. Galtem had a son. Galtem has a son. Galtem had a son with another woman. Of course she knew that he slept around but it was the fact that he had settled down with one of them. She found herself wondering if he was married. If he was, what the hell was he doing back here? To torture her? She was too lost in thought to even notice him when he grabbed the woman and took her out of the bathroom. She did not look up until he spoke to her. When she saw him her breathing quickened and she thought she was going to have a panic attack right there in front of him. But then something clicked in her brain. No. She would not give him that satisfaction. She was not some weak little girl. If that was how he remembered her then he would be sadly mistaken. She took a deep breath and stood up; adjusting her dress that she was embarrassed was showing all but her underwear. “I’m fine,” she growled at him, fixing her hair so it wasn’t a complete mess. She glanced in the mirror and was pleased to see that she did look fine. All traces of panic had left her face to be replaced with something else. She looked fierce.

“But if you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind some information. Why the hell are you here? Wait, wait. Don’t answer that, I have a better question. Why the hell is there a boy who looks exactly like you with your last name downstairs? No, wait. Even better. Who the hell would let Galtem Manzenli get them pregnant?!” she was shouting at him and it felt good. With every sentence she moved a little closer to him. She was still in shock that he was there but the anger she had felt towards him that she had pushed down and gotten over in the past one hundred years just came flooding back to her. Finally she just slapped him. She’d never gotten to hit him for being with Selene. She’d never gotten the confrontation she wanted. So she decided that one counted for that. Jennifer slapped him again deciding that one was for the kid downstairs. Then she just realized that she was enjoying it and raised her hand to strike a third time.

Galtem tilted his head to the side and remained with a concern expression on, but all he got from her was just a growl. Great, what did he do now, she was already angry at him for worry about her? What was her problem? He finally done the good boy work, which was make sure if she was alright, and she is just pissed off? God, being good doesn’t really help you out in anything, sometimes its not even worth of it.
He took a deep breathe, and rose his chin slowly, gulping, and waiting for the worse. The moment she open her mouth, asking him for some information, her first question was why he was here.
“Well. I..”
He wasn’t able to finish his answer, she wasn’t allow him. She just keep on rambling, she was definitely mad, and he couldn’t know the reason, till she mentioned the word boy that looks exactly like him with his last name. Wonderful, she found out about Caleb, this is why he didn’t wanted people to think Caleb was alike Galtem, he didn’t wanted them to think he had a son when that’s not true, he never wished kids before, they were too troublesome, and now he has a reckless teenager on his hands, and he doesn’t know what to do.
“Cale-”
Once again, he wasn’t able to finish his sentence. This was reaching his nerves, all he wanted to do was just try to be nice and make sure if she was ok, nothing more than that, why in hell did they had to talk about his private life? Why she cared anyway? Didn’t she had William? Then she should stop caring about Galtem’s life. It seemed the more she spoke, the more she let her anger out, the more closer she got, but he did not moved from his spot, he already knew what was coming.

The first slap was probably the hardest he took, his head turned away, as he slowly rubbed his chin, if she used more strength, it would totally be dislocated, but he’s a werewolf, so it heals in seconds. Now he thought he could finally speak, and clear this out, then make her feel bad about the stuff she said. But she wasn’t over it, she had to slap him one more time, and he allowed. He was just giving her the pleasure on hurting him, so it made her feel more calm, but whenever he saw her hand raise for a third strike, that was enough.
Quickly grabbing her wrist, he stopped her from moving it and took a step closer to her, looking down at her, his lips departed.
“You done raging? I bet it felt good hurting me, no? I own this place, I bought this disco.”
He started speaking with a slight frown, and kept a serious expression.
“He’s not my kid, Jennifer. Do you really think I would want a kid? He’s the son of a cousin of mine, or something. His father died, and his mother is a human, she sent him away to Lysander, Lysander couldn’t take care of him due his own children, so all that is left its me.”
Even if Galtem was far from getting some hold on Caleb, there was definitely something he could understand about him, the loss of a father, about the mother part, he never met his, so he could careless.
“I didn’t got anyone pregnant, and I’m not here for get chicks or destroy people lives, ok? Stop thinking so low about me.”
He finally let go off her wrist, but he didn’t stepped away from her. He wanted to, but his body once more, wasn’t doing what Galtem’s mind told him to.

Galtem was glad that Jennifer finally calmed down and stopped throwing fists around when she didn’t knew anything. Ok, fine, the first thought you have whenever you see another Manzenli teenager, is that, he can only be Galtem’s kid, because he’s a womanizer, and they know Lysander would never love other woman like he loved River. So they quickly thought Galtem was the father, or Caleb was just an unknown Manzenli, but that would be the last option.

“Ding, ding, ding!”
He said with a sarcastic tone as he rose his hands in the air, and rolled his eyes. This comment was when she asked him if he bought a disco, and he noticed that she wanted to laugh about this matter, not something he could care, since lots of people seems to be surprised that he owns this. He was just trying to let go off everything that gave him unwanted memories.
“I came back, to start a new life. Yes, I know, laugh.”
He told her with a shrug, since not everybody could believe he was going to change.
“I’m just tired of having a troublesome life. I’m tired of this all problems, I just want to settle down, and have a normal life. Which means stop being a womanizer, and a troublemaker.”
He bite down on his lower lip, trying to hold some chuckle. It was even hard for himself to believe in his own words, but he was going to make it happen. He needed to, he could own this place, but he plans on making this the last party for him. He will keep this disco active, so he can get money, but he will only show up here during the day for a drink.
“This will be the last party..We will have to forget about the past, even if I want to bring it back, I can’t.”
Taking a deep breathe, he stretched out his hand, and moved a stray of her hair from her face, and placed it behind her ear. He was basically talking about his past with her, the happy past they had, and not the troublesome one. He can’t bring that back, William is now with her, he made a promise to William, he promised him that he would stop stepping between their love life, but damn, he’s trying right now, and nothing is happening. He needs to get away from her, but his body wont allow him. His body is totally doing the opposite, he was already leaning closer to her, like he was about to kiss her, and if she did allowed him, their lips would end up touching.

Erica was having the time of her life. The whole time she was dancing she would have a few guys come up and dance along with her, and a few girls also. While dancing she felt the presence of someone she knew. It was Haley. Erica quickly ran in to hug her tightly. Once they broke away from the hug Haley told her about how she saw Mikayla’s other car in the parking lot. A chuckle would slip from between Erica’s lip as she ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah. I hope Mikayla doesn’t get too mad that I used her car.” She said loudly over the music. Ever since what happened with the accident of her crashing and almost dying Mikayla was a stickler about Erica even getting close to a car. Mikayla promise Anya that she would watch over her daughter and make sure she was okay at all times, Mikayla never wanted to break that promise with a best-friend that she had lost. Erica then bit on her lower lip as her mind began to wonder to a different subject.“Where’s Dylan?” She added as she raised an eyebrow. Erica always had a slight attraction towards Dylan, but she figured he would never take anything serious with her because he knew how he was. A player.
 

Bones smiled as Mills laughed. He loved it when he could get her to do that. “Nah, it’s not illegal to help a girl out by finding her wallet for her. You know I’ll give it back. It’s not like she doesn’t practically live in my house all the time,” he said with a shake of his head. The twins and Mills were always over there. It was as if they were a little messed up family of their own. It was practically a zoo when Seph and Circe got into arguments. That’s when he would get upset. He used to have a family. A wife and daughter. When there wasn’t an argument going on it meant something was wrong. But they all loved each other. Once. “Just as soon as she comes in to check with us, she’ll get her wallet b-“ Bones was cut off because he noticed the girl who was sitting near them. His jaw dropped for just a moment before he quickly shut it. “Sorry, I thought you were…” he trailed off. Tess had been just a little girl when he left. Well, maybe not a little girl, but she was barely a teenager. Probably only thirteen. But there was no mistaking those dark hair and blue eyes. They were Bones’s eyes. “Tess?” he said. It was barely audible. Practically a whisper. Could have been lost over the loud music and people shouting. He swallowed hard as he looked at her, almost hoping that the girl would say, ”Sorry, you’ve got the wrong girl.” Because then he wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt he felt even now just looking at what could be her look-alike. Did half-werewolves stay alive forever as well? It was a mystery he’d always wondered when she was younger, but when his wife had taken her the question faded from his mind. He had assumed his daughter was dead. He even grieved her occasionally. Whenever Circe or Seph said things to him that reminded him of Tess, he’d grab a drink and do a toast to her. Apologized to her over and over in his head for being such an awful father. For not staying with them. For abandoning her and letting her mom take her from him.

All that juice had gone straight to Amelia’s bladder, and while she tried to hold it in, she started to wriggle, and then couldn’t fight the feeling anymore. She had been keeping up her conversation with Shane, and then excused herself to use the bathroom for legitimate reasons, not cause she wanted to be sick, but because she needed to tinkle. Heading towards the bathroom, some other girl came out and looked at Amelia, saying; “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” Amelia was bouncing, and shook her head.“I’m not going downstairs, this is closer.”

Opening the door, the sight that met her eyes had her nearly fall over in shock. There was Galtem, practically licking the inside of Jennifer’s mouth with his tongue while feeling her up something shocking. Amelia thought she would pee her pants in shock. WHAT..THE..HELL? Her mind screamed. Wasn’t Jennifer with the boy next door like William? And then another thought struck her. Galtem said he was trying to curb his womanizing ways…..this…was clearly not a good day for making such pledges. Amelia’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, and she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t just enter a stall and start peeing, while they were at it like energizer bunnies. “Ohhh.” It was the only sound to emerge from her lips, and then she uttered.“I…think I will use the one downstairs.” She spun on her heels, and took off back out of the bathroom, pushing her way through the crowd, with her bladder about to explode.

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This wasn’t as if Jennifer’s brain had shut off and she was just going with the moment. Her brain was very much on. All the reasons of why this was a bad idea were very clear in her mind. The first of which was the hurt expression on William’s face that seemed to be engraved on the back of her eyelids. But she just closed her eyes tighter as she continued to kiss him gently. Her brain was also remembering Galtem’s touch. Galtem’s lips. Everything about him was familiar though it’d been over a hundred years since she’d felt this. Though, this was much more gentle then she remembered Galtem ever being. Nothing about their relationship had been gentle.

He moved away and she was left looking up at him, smiling for a moment. But after a second her expression changed. Was he really the one who was going to stop? After all the years she thought he was the one with no self-control. It should be Jennifer breaking the kiss, not him. But as soon as his lips were off of hers she knew that she should get out of there. Without a word she was going to just leave the room. It was the smart thing to do. But neither of them felt very smart in this moment. His lips found hers again. She couldn’t help but smile. This was the Galtem she knew and she could not get enough of him. His hand moved from her face to her waist. Her entire body was aware of his hands on her body and it screamed for more. He pulled her closer to her. Their bodies fit together perfectly just how they always had. In this moment it seemed impossible that either of them could be with anyone else when they were this perfect together. She responded to his tongue with her own, shivering as his hands ran down her waist and onto her thighs. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, grabbing onto his hair and running her hands through it. He lifted her leg up around his waist and pressed her against the wall. It was a good thing he did because she was just sure she wouldn’t have been able to hold herself for much longer. The dizziness she had felt when she saw Caleb all came back to her but for a completely different reason. This didn’t stop her from pulling him even closer to her if that was even possible. The kiss was aggressive and with every moment she wanted more. The thoughts she’d had earlier about William and it being a bad idea were slowly disappearing and being replaced by only Galtem. His lips moved to her neck and she gasped in pleasure as he softly bit at it. “Galtem…” she said, it almost started out as a moan. “This is a bad idea,” she whispered, but her expression said otherwise. She had to say it, but she didn’t want him to stop. Even as she said the words she held him to her. But at that moment Amelia walked in. Amelia. One of she and William’s closest friends. She and William’s. Her leg dropped onto the ground and looked at Amelia with a horrific expression. “Shit…” she muttered. She was breathing heavily and it started to quicken pace as she began to panic again. What had she just let happen? And why didn’t she feel more guilty about it?

Mills didn’t exactly know what was going on, so she just kind of awkwardly sat, sipping her drink and trying not to look at the two. Seph and Circe were peering at them from their spot at the bar, a little curious. Circe was eyeing both Tess and Alec at the same time, trying to decide which had left Bones speechless. Tess, on the other hand, just stood there, staring at her father. She tried to blink away tears, and a watery smile came to her lips. “Hi.” Brilliant, Tess, just brilliant, just say hi. She mentally reprimanded herself, her hands shaking slightly. She reached to tug at her black corset to occupy them. Suddenly, the garment seemed too tight. She couldn’t breath. And then she realized, it wasn’t the corset – she just really couldn’t breathe. She could breathe in alright, but the breaths didn’t come out, they just stayed and piled up. It was starting to become uncomfortable, suffocating.

Now that their perfect moment was over, the guilt was starting to set in. But to her dismay, that didn’t make the other feelings go away. When he stepped away from her, she only wanted to reach out and pull him back. It was frightening how strong that feeling was. Jennifer managed to keep her hands to herself. She watched Amelia leave, absolutely horrified at the fact that she had walked in on that. Having a witness made it more real. It meant that it had actually happened and there was another person for William to find out from. Galtem seemed as disappointed as she was that their time together had been cut short and she just looked over at him, worry in her eyes. He said that she wouldn’t tell, but Jennifer wasn’t so sure. Amelia met Jennifer and William at the same time so it wasn’t as if she had more loyalty to one or the other. Amelia would end up doing what she felt was right. And that could very well mean that she would want to let William know that his girlfriend made out with another man. But a part of her felt grateful to Amelia. She couldn’t imagine how much worse she would be feeling if they’d gone any further. And there was no question of if they would have gone further. Jennifer would have done absolutely anything in that moment. She looked up at him as he stepped towards her and she swallowed hard, trying to bite back her feelings, but they would not go away. He fixed her dress and his fingers inevitably grazed her skin. His touch was electrifying and she longed to be back against the wall with him on the other side of her. Her lips parted a little when he said the next words. He loved her? Since when? When they were dating, maybe, but after? Or was this recent? He’d been so distant after they dated that she thought he was completely done with her. She was the one who never got over him. Not the other way around. Jennifer didn’t just makeout with every guy she was left alone in a room with, but Galtem might with any girl. But like that? She somewhat doubted he would kiss them likethat. She believed him, but it only made it worse. “No, don’t,” she told him, putting up a hand. Because him saying it only made her realize what she had really known all along. She loved him too. But she loved William. There was no doubt about how much she loved William. When Galtem had been gone, he’d been there. But as many times as she told herself that, she could not deny the strong feelings she had for Galtem. Had always had. He told her she should go. He was right. She looked up at him curiously when he said he made a promise. She wondered what he was talking about, but assumed he meant about him not being “a womanizer” anymore or something like that. She shook her head, knowing she had to leave at that moment or she never would, so she turned to go. But when she reached the bathroom door, she turned back around and walked back over to him quickly and got dangerously close to his face. Her voice was surprisingly strong. “We would have been perfect, you know?” she said, almost accusingly, but she was just stating a fact. “In a world where you hadn’t left and I hadn’t fallen in love with someone else. We were perfect,” she told him. There was nothing else she could say to that, but since she’d already made things awkward enough by saying that she was feeling bold. “And what promise did you make?” she asked in a tone that demanded an answer. She wasn’t going to let him brush it off.