//CLOSED -Private- Room S: It's just another one of those days...

Arriving at the doorstep some time after he closed registration, he was not one for alot of small idle talk. He would try to fill her in about the days events, and asking if she had any more general questions about the establishment. Although it was rather awkward for Riley to being going to a girls room he just met, he just had an inkly feeling that she was lonely and had enough time on her hands to answer a few questions he had. Helping her out to seal off the windows only helped to answer a few of the questions he had in the back of his mind, concerning the fact that he could easily tell that she was a vampire. Call it dumb luck, but for the time being he would not share how he knew that kind of information openly, or mentally, for that matter. With a nod of his forehead, he motioned with his head towards the direction of her room. "This way..." Since the layout was about the same on the male wing, it was easy to figure out how to get there without too much trouble.

Arriving at the doorstep to her new room, he would prop the box in one hand as he fished for the keys. Forgetting that he did not give her a copy of the room key, he blinked as he pulled out a small envelope from his pocket, with black letters of 'female S' on the side of the yellow paper. "Seems like I forgot to give you the room key. How about you do the honors of opening the door to your new 'home'?" It felt awkward in the way he said it, almost as if he was some kind of creep Realtor, but hell this was going to be their lives for the next four+ years of their lives... might as well say it as such. He would try to hand her the envelope, which held the key, stepping back to allow her to open the door if she took the key. He would allow her a few minutes to explore her room, which was fully furnished with a bed, bath, toilet, and maybe her luggage if she had any. He would wait patiently to being invited in.

The walk had been uneventful, small banter about nothing of interest. Walking beside Riley as he directed her the right way into the female wing and towards the door of her room. The smile seemed genuine as it tugged at the corners of her mouth. This was her very first room. One that was truely hers and hers alone. Having only fleeting memories of the orphange then life on the streets before she found herself here. Thanking the old woman silently as she lifted the glasses from her eyes.


Dark orbs shifted to the man who pulled the yellow envelope from his pocket. "Seems like I forgot to give you the room key. How about you do the honors of opening the door to your new 'home'?" Plucking the small package from his hand. Opening the sealed end and dumping the key into her palm as she spoke. "Well, good thing you offered to escort me then, or I would be having to stalk you down to retrieve the key." That girlish giggle mingled with the words. "Since you have your arms full, guess there is no chance of carrying me over the threshold..." The chimes of laughter lightly ensued. "I suppose we will have to find another way to christen my new home.." Pushing the roll of tape down onto her small wrist as if it some gawdy bracelet. Sliding the key into the lock. A flick of her wrist brought the clicking sounds of tumblers unlocking the entrance. Eyes moved back to her escort as she leaned against the door and let it creak open.


The room came into view. Gaze darting over the sparse furnishings and even the two large trunks that set in the middle of the room. Stepping deeper into her new space before turning to face Riley as he stood just outside the door. "This is grand, just what I ordered.." She grinned at him like a child in wonderland. "Even my things are already here.." She chirped as she pranced with graceful steps to pat one of the polished wood and brass hardware bound chests. "Come in..come in, be my first offical guest.." She bidded as she pushed the cowled hood back and shook the long duster like coat from her petite frame and let it alit to the bed.

Standing there idly, he allowed her to take full grasp and hold of her room. He didn't want to spoil the moment, but upon the invitation he would step into her room with an idle glance around the threshold. Taking a stance to read the room around him, he noticed it held alot of the similar accommodations that he had, but it seemed to have a much more feminine and angelic touch to the atmosphere. The curtains seemed to be a bit more classic, the bed sheets more accommodating, and the bathroom didn't look like a motel truck stop-and-wash. It would seem that the female side of the story got the bigger end of the stick, but all of these things were nothing of initial concern for equality towards Riley. He was just noting the factual differences, and rather surprised that it made the room much more brighter and livable. It really did look like someone's bedroom and not some dorm room in a college.

Smiling a bit to her jokes, he would set the box down in the corner of the room and allow her to take in the scenery. Noticing her two largest bags of luggage noted that he should probably not stay too terribly long, otherwise she would not be able to unpack until the next day. But before he could even think of leaving, he needed to get to work on what he promised and set out to do. Going back, he closed the door behind him, hearing the soft click of the shutter close. Turning towards her, he said "Some of the doors automatically lock, so if you need to make a run in your skimpies or what not, make sure you have your key with you..." Smirking to the idea, he would merely move past her towards the window, where the rather particular looking curtain stood before him. Taking a peak outside, so not to scare her, he made sure the sun had set and that there were no lingering lights on the horizon.

"Clear...." He would call, shifting back the curtains to reveal a rather old fashioned, large window. The window itself started waist high, climbing straight up into the 8 foot tall ceiling. Letting a low whistle escape his lips, he would crack his neck to add "It would seem the original occupants of this room wanted to bask in the light of day when they woke up in the morning." Shaking his head, he would step back to allow the girl to look out into the night, to examine the grounds and what not. Once more, he was not in a rush to patch up the window work, as he had the entire night to figure that part out. Taking a small sniff of the air next to her, he added "And for some reason, your room doesn't smell like an old gym sock. Seems like they actually cleaned out your place before moving someone else in here." Chuckling, he would lean back and pop a few protesting bones in his back. It was going to be fun, plastering all that newspaper up, on such a beautiful view.

"Clear...." She heard as the curtains were pulled back to reveal the large old world style window. A lone brow lofted at his singular word and eyes narrowed... if only briefly. Was she that obvious? or was it simply something she was taking out of context. Gaze flitted from him and darted up the length of the window, admiring the workmanship as she moved towards it with graceful steps. The small figure in view with the coat now discarded. The leather outfit form fitting and showing off her petite frame eloquently.


Bruxa stood beside Riley as she looked out over the view in the early evening splendor of dusky darkness. Spatterings of lights here and there strewn over the scenery outside her window. "Too bad one couldn't find a way to bask within the light of the moon and still somehow keep the bright obnoxious light of day out.." She mumbled, mostly muttering to herself.


Eyes side glanced towards the champion that had come to her aid, with his offer to black out that overbearing light of the sun as he sniffed in her general direction. That tingle of laughter teasing through her lips at his comment. "Perhaps they heard of my keen sense of smell..." She responded as she leaned towards him and gave an exaggerated sniff of her own before crinkling her nose in a cute manner. It seemed she would teeter between childlike play and mature off handed flirting as she gave a playful chuckle.


Noting how tall the window was and the way he kept popping and cracking his bones in neck and back. "How will you ever be able to cover the whole pane?" She asked curiously, having noticed there was not a ladder to climb upon to reach the top. "Or perhaps you plan on scaling the walls?" She turned and sat upon the sill of that massive window frame. Perching the firm rounded rear upon its ledge to leave her body silouetted against the opening in the wall. The darkness outside a stark contrast to the alabaster flesh of her form. "Or maybe you even need a nice massage for those creaky bones of yours before starting?" A sly wink followed by another soft giggle as she grinned up to Riley.

The information in his mind was slowly forming together. Within the deepest corners of his mind, he began to process all the information into a tiny neat little package. The smell. The way she looked, breathed, walked. It was in the air, as if the tiny little voice was giving him all the information he needed. Even if he did not have access, he was going to figure it out in a few passing moments. In the room, he could feel her gaze. He could sense the way she moved around his body. He gave a little bit, and he was already in her room with an offer for a back massage. With little clicks, the gears began to lock into place. He had a battle plan thought out, but he didn't want to expose himself any more than necessary. Even with his now heightened smell, he didn't want to perspire so that she could catch a glimpse of what ran through his blood, even weakly so. Time was running out... and so was his temporary gift.

"Too bad one couldn't find a way to bask within the light of the moon and still somehow keep the bright obnoxious light of day out.." A musing voice would call from behind.

Turning his head towards the female, he merely smiled and added "I hate to sound spiritual, but the light of day helps the grass grow, the crops rise, and allows us to nourish ourselves when we are hungry. But the moon light, although dim, does allow for certain advantages.." Smirking, he would still prospect the pane in front of him, adding to her comment by saying "Oh, I can always get a chair or some kind of step stool nearby. There is also the option of letting you sit on my shoulders to reach the high places. Even though my back may be sore, I am far from being too tired to hold a light lady, like yourself, up..." Nearly kicking himself, he had to be careful of not overplaying his cards. Flirting was not something new to him, but... it was a dying art in his department. Nevertheless, the thought of exposing himself did bring a bit of desperation behind his plan, but he had a feeling he would be safe. Being able to read the game play was key to not being caught off guard and killed.

"Or maybe you even need a nice massage for those creaky bones of yours before starting?"

Giving her a playful smile, just the corner of it, he would motion towards the window with ease. "If you start giving me a massage, I have a feeling that the job of preventing you from getting a... severe sunburn will not be accomplished tonite or tomorrow for that matter. " Picking up several pieces of newspaper, he flattened them out into 3 layered squares and creased the edges to keep them together. "Besides, aren't massages supposed to be rewards for a job well done?" Keeping his back to her, a very risky move, he would begin to tape several squares on the window... making note to smooth the edges out before taping all sides to the window. The first few feet, he could manage on his own, but the last bit he would need someone with really long arms to wrap it up. Still, he would work at a slow pace to make sure that he did the job right at a first time, and to make sure his button up over-shirt didn't stretch far past his waist line.

Still, he didn't work in silence. While putting up the second square, he added "By the way, where are you from?" A way to pass the time peacefully. He hoped it didn't hit too much of a sour mark, otherwise it would cause a slander in his plan.

"The light of day and its spiritualness, yes yes, I've heard it all before.." She spoke even as she turned to sit sideways upon the ledge of the window. Using the sill like some sort of window seat. Propping those booted feet up upon the frame as she started to unlace those ankle length stilettos. "Perhaps some of us have other needs that precious light does not provide.." Eyes lifted to look up to Riley as she kicked one boot off and then the other, letting them fall to the floor just beneath the window she sat in. The smile stayed afixed to that bowlike mouth as she listened to his solutions on how he would completely cover up the window as he had offered. " I suppose me perched upon your shoulders would get the job done.." she professed with that giggle. Her words almost indicating she would rather that ..than him popping out to find some elusive step stool.


Bruxa stood in bare feet as he continued about the offered massage, his words just as playful as her own. "I must say, I'm not used to someone always being so right about everything.." She spoke lightly, that voice moving into a higher pitch, a more girlish tone taken as she moved towards one of the large chests. "We shall leave the massage for a reward for your deeds then.." Gaze flitted over his form, studying his height, his movements, the frame of his body as he began to apply the old newspapers to her windows. Slowly blocking out the scenery and the view.


"I'll just make myself more comfortable so when I have to climb upon you to help finish the job, I'll be in more appropriate attire.." Sure she dressed modern but at times her speech would seem other worldly. Picking out a few pieces of clothing from the chest and disappearing into the bathroom, though the door was left open. Undressing as she still held the light conversation with him. "A long way from here, ever heard of New Orleans?" she answered his question and with that she let the tinge of her southern accent linger on the name of her former hometown.


Finally coming back into the main room. The change of clothing leaving her in a white boy shorts and a loose white top that seemed a bit too big for her petite frame. The neck of the shirt cut out so it would hang off one shoulder. Leaving her to look child like in the attire, almost like a china doll with the pale flesh and dark hair that framed her young face. "And you?.." She put the question back to him as she moved up behind him, picking up the next layer of paper and holding it out to him.

The comfortableness in the room would rise once again, and his eyes would dart across her form to take a good look at her body. Although her form was rather petite and rather porcelain looking, he would have to admit the way she dressed left many things to be desired. It caused his mind to waver, just a fraction of a second, to how she allowed him to so freely gander around in her own personal space. As he applied layer after layer to the window sill, he began to fill a sort of warmth fill the air. His little comments and gazes were either winning the battle, or that he was walking straight into a trap. Those words mixed into a meager silhouette of distress that beacon within himself, warning him of the possible dangers of letting his guard down. But he persevered, kept himself from flinching or wavering. Hell, he even kept his eyes from wavering too freely around the room and kept his focus on her and the window sill. A gift to being able to control his emotions while fear etched around his neck.

Nevertheless, he pushed those fears down into a tiny box and let the event ride along it's course. Eventually, he will have everything. But for now, he had to wait.

Upon hearing her first remarks about the shoulder ride, he would merely shake his head in her direction, with a smile strapped to his forehead. Once more, she offered herself to him in such an easy fashion. It was rather thrilling, yet concerning on his part. Should he be able to trust her movements, or should he proceed with caution? "We shall leave the massage for a reward for your deeds then.." He could feel them... her eyes, glancing around his form. It sent nervous chills down his spine. But if he liked it or not, he would never tell. Even if he was playing his cards to gain something greater, he was a man and she was a ....woman, even in the afterlife. Hell, he couldn't even hide the small blush that radiated from his lips. "I'll just make myself more comfortable so when I have to climb upon you to help finish the job, I'll be in more appropriate attire.." Nodding to her, he added "Go nuts, this is your room afterall..." Smiling, he would turn himself back to his work... hoping to get the majority of it finish before she returned. When she went to the bathroom, Riley began reaching for the third layer of the newspaper to apply to the last layer within his own natural reach. He managed to coat on 2 layers of newspaper squares, and by standing on his tipsy toes, he could finish the third. Luckily, there was only one more layer left, and that would require a bit of teamwork on her part.

But as his eyes wandered from left to right along his masterpiece, he caught something rather interesting in the corner of his eye. Managing to hold down a shocking gasp, he nearly tripped over himself when he caught a glimpse of exposed white flesh just in the dark corners of his gaze.

"A long way from here, ever heard of New Orleans?"

Merely gulping quietly to hide his reaction from her, he made sure to to skip a step within his work. Maybe he was over his head in this department? Maybe he should of called for some backup? Maybe he should of researched a bit more on the side for this kind of information? Shaking his head and slapping his cheeks, the only sign he caught a glimpse of her naked form, he would merely tape down the final piece of the third layer of newspaper. Turning just in time to see her enter the room once again, he would remember her question about New Orleans. "Yeah I know where New Orleans is, I am from America after all. I am surprised my accent and demeanor wasn't a dead give away." Chuckling, he started to tape down the area where he applied the last newspaper he could reach before continuing, "For the most part, I have lived in the areas of California, New Mexico, Virginia, and Tennessee. I picked up my GED in Virginia." Loosing your memory before graduating did have it's losses, but he managed to snake away with a GED once he figured out where he wanted to be in life. It took some convincing to allow him to take his test, but he knew if his uncle threw enough money around it would happen. A perk of having a rather rich uncle.

Applying the final piece of tape, he would step back to admire his handiwork this far. He managed to cross the sections so that every corner of the newspaper's taped sections was on the glass... and he had a feeling that 90% of the light would be blocked by the newspaper's threshold. Although if the window were to perspire too much on a rainy day, they may have some issues, but this measure was only temporary... as the blackout curtains were the real method of keeping the sun out.

Nodding towards her, he pointed towards the top layer that needed to be done. Walking over to the desk where the box laid, he began to make a single, large sheet, so that they could do this procedure all in one go. "I think with a shoulder ride, we will be able to finish this juuust fine." A southern twang echoed across his lips, only for a moment, and was unnoticed by the boy who continued to examine the window sill. With her in much more 'fitting' attire, that showed off her curves quite nicely, he would fold up the final top-layer-strip of newspaper and place both the tape and folded newspaper on his windowsill. He needed both hands free for this act. Facing the window sill, farthest corner away from the bed, he would expose himself once again... dropping down to one knee and lowering his shoulders so that she could easily mount across his back. "Alright, hop on and lets finish this job..." Putting his hands free in the air, he would allow her to use them as rails to hold onto... and wait until she was fully mounted and comfortable before slowly rising to his fullest height, possibly with her head touching the ceiling.

IF she was on his shoulders, he would pass her the newspaper and begin cutting off strips of tape for her, using his teeth and hand to cut off the tape while the other would attempt to hold her left side up with his left hand. It was a rather awkward position to be in, but he was being careful. He had the advantage, even if it was ever so slight.

She moved up behind him with quiet steps, bare feet dancing across the polished wood flooring. Listening to the places he had been. "A world travler eh?" Smiling gently as she continued. "One never knows, with world travlers such as yourself. Many know several languages and dialects." Watching as he finished the last little touches on the frame of window he had covered. "Besides, never hurts to be nosey...right?"


Ebon hues flickered to the top layer of window that still lay uncovered as he pointed it out. The plan played out..the shoulder ride it would be to afix the last of the paper to block out any light...hopefully. A lone brow lifted as he let that southern drawl wrap around the words tumbling from his mouth. One corner of her mouth twitched up to leave an askewed grin as he dropped to one knee and lifted his hands into the air. "Alright, hop on and lets finish this job..."


Slipping one hand into his own as she rolled up on her toes. One leg lifting to hike over his shoulder and around his neck as she settled onto the offered perch. "You sure I'm not too heavy for you to lift?" She asked curiously as those slender legs which now straddled the back of his neck, curled beneath his arms and bare feet hooked around his sides so her toes were laying just beneath his shoulder blades and those velvet thighs rubbed against the cheeks of his face. Riley seemed to lift her effortlessly though.


Teetering slightly as he stood to full height before finding her balance as he let go of her hands and passed up the prepared sheet of papering. Toes curled into his back as she laid the newspaper against the top layer of that large window. Holding it in place as she reached down to retrieve each piece of tape that he ripped off and handed up to her. Leaning forward and stretching up to secure the top to the frame and when she lowered her hands to retrieve more tape, that too big of a shirt would billow back down and drape over Rileys head. "You okay down there?" She asked as she giggled that he was left with his head tucked beneath her top.

Now to Riley, it was rather odd that she was just ready to hop onto his shoulders like a cat finding the perfect hiding place for a nap, but he went with it. Easily letting her slide up onto his shoulders, he would rise rather easily to the air... and his hand would hold a place on her left side, but frankly with his curse he was unable to feel the warmth of his left arm. To her, if she were to notice, his left hand on her side would feel a bit colder than normal. To Riley's predictions, they took a wayward turn when he started to notice the fact that her body seemed to be a bit warmer than normal. It wasn't cool or deathly to the touch, like he had seen in those movies... so it was rather odd to feel that kind of warmth. Even up close, he could make out her exposed knees and see that she had a pinkish hue to her skin... even if she was ghastly pale.

Hell, her entire body felt warm around his body... it was rather relaxing.

As she fidgeted up on his shoulders to get comfortable, he would not wax or wane beneath her. He was surprised to find her so light, he probably had her own lithe frame plus the little extra that was pumping in his veins to thank for that. He could easily run a mile with her strapped up there on his shoulders without too much discomfort, but he would rather not risk it. With each passing moment, he would pass her a few strands of tape when she asked for them, opening up with a continuation of his more recent past. "Yeah, my uncle has a habit of wanting to fly all over the world to fulfill his research. Most of his laboratories are located in those states, plus in a few remote locations around the globe. I have gone briefly to the European countries, like Spain and Germany, plus Japan. I pretty much got to piggy-back on corporate expenses, so the spending on my part was minimal." It was... unique how he was opening up so freely to her. Being secluded these past few months have really ran a number on him. Casual conversation really helped loosen those tight strings wrapped around his body.

But would it prevent what he came out there to do?

"You okay down there?"

Instinctively, he would look up. And with his head partially tucked under the tank top, he would try to wrestle it away so he could meet her gaze. "Yeah, doin-" But instead of pushing the flap of tank top behind his head, it only went over his face....tucking right under his chin. And as if the grace of god wanted to test his wits any further, a glimpse of exposed of the underside of her exposed breast... and what would seem to be tips of her perky, little-

He would feel a slip in his step, as if he was going to stumble backwards. A dangerous flaw. A dasterly flaw. How could he let such a simple, innocent, demeaning little trick catch him off guard! It was costly, as he tried to overcompensate for the flaw. Nevertheless, with the weight on top he merely started to shift backwards. "OH-SHIT-GONNA-!" but he was already falling, and the ground was going to hurt. Alot. But given his time in the gym, the way he perfected and toned his lean muscles, he acted fairly quickly to save the girl who was on top... who was going to fall double the distance he was. Even if he knew what she was, it was natural instinct to at least soften her fall.

As he fell, he immediately reached out and attempted to grasp both sides of her body and push forward with his body... using the remaining laws of inertia on his side to pivot his body to try to push her body forward, hopefully with her butt would hand straight on his chest. Still, he would only have a chance to push his face forward, hopefully not fully into her back, so that he could lock it in place and not smack his head on the hardwood floors. Nevertheless, a loud echoing crack would resonate as his body slams into the floor... deciding to try to curl his arms around Bruxa to stop her from falling off his body.

Thud.

A loud cough would resonate from the boy as the wind was knocked out of him.

Laying there, silently, for a few moments, he would gasp raggedly for breath... unable to breathe. Even with his gift and his ability to withstand alot of pain and torment, it was still his body against a solid object plus a girl smacking into his chest. It was a two way pincer that caused him to struggle for breath for a few seconds, coughing off to the side and shaking his head profusely...

Once he regained his ability to speak, he would turn upwards towards her, gritting his teeth with a forced smile, asking.. "You.... okay?" A defeated boy would call from below.

Bruxa had fed just the night before, after her encounter with the pair in the graveyard. Pale flesh took on a pinkish hue with the renewal of her young form. The taken substance of her feeding leaving her body warm and supple. This was one time she had used her womanly wiles without any effort. Usually keeping that perfected flirting to bait the ones she intended on feeding upon. This time was different though, this boy...man brought it out of her naturally.


He had offered his aid and she had accepted and he actually was following through with the promised deed. The small banter ensued as he broke off and handed her strips of tape which she stealthily applied to the layer of newspaper. Afixing the covering on the last layer of the exposed window. With her own question and the tilt of his head, she only then realized exactly what he might be looking up to. Feeling the back of his head and hair tickling at the bare flesh of that delicately muscled stomach.


Arms wavered in the air as he took a step back and yelled out. It all happened too fast before she could even think. She felt his hands reach up and push her forward as he fell and she came crashing down. Reaching out to grab onto anything to break her fall as she tumbled forward. Arms wrapping around his hips, hands gripping tightly at his ass as he fell onto his back and she crashed down on top of him. Legs straddling his body as that plump bottom alit to his chest with a dull thud. Stretched out the length of his body, her face colliding with his crotch.


Rileys own arms encircling her petite frame to keep her steady while their bodies seemed to bounce slightly before finally settling on that hard wood flooring. She lay upon his body, her own panting breaths falling heavily through her lips. The shock of the fall slowly fading as she heard his coughs and then his question. "You.... okay?" And when he lifted his head he would look straight at that heartshaped ass. Lifting her own head from between his legs and shaking it lightly before answering. "Yeah..I think so..."


Suddenly realizing their position and even that her hands still gripped tightly onto his bottom. "Hey..did you plan all this?" She giggled as she slowly released his rump and looked back to him over her shoulder. Struggling onto hands and knees, still hovering over his form as she eyed him curiously. "Anything broken?"

Landing in one of the most awkward positions of all time, Riley was unable to bask in the glory or to make a single quick comment due to the fact he was struggling to breathe for a few moments. What he did answer towards her innocent and curious calls "Hey did you plan this?" was a tiny laughter that broke into a side cough that wouldn't end for a few seconds. Under ragged breathes, which seemed to be breathing easier now, mumbled out "If I were to plan such a position... I think I would have made it a tinsy bit more awkward. Like my belt buckle breaking or something along those lines." With a bright, yet wavering, smile, he would gently attempt to push and guide her off of his body if she had not already done so. He needed a minute to even out his breathing, so he would slowly (and painfully) push himself to an upright position and place his back right up against her bed. He forced himself to take deep, but shallow, breaths in order to expand his lungs as painfully as possible. He knew he didn't break anything, but his back and chest was going to be sore for the next few days. Nevertheless, he will be able to walk away from this fairly intact... unless he managed to screw up his final maneuver in this massacre.

But first, time to recuperate.

Taking a glance upward, he would see that the last piece of newspaper was placed along the edges of the board. A 'mission complete' chime would resonate inside of his head before turning to her with a smirk. "Seems like in our struggle, you managed to slap on the last piece before I came tumbling down... nice work." His breathing had stopped looking as painful, which allowed him to make complete and coherent sentences without sounding like he was forcing to do sit-ups from an upside down position. He would focus on their handiwork for a few moments, making sure that all the tape pieces were in their right corners and that there was an even layer of newspaper. It seemed she also took the idea of flattening out the pieces completely before applying the tape, which allowed the small air pockets to disappear. This gave it a flat, clean look... even if the newspapers were a bit on the cheesy side.

If she had not taken residence nearby, he would motion her forward. Hell, he had gotten rather comfortable with the girl and gotten to see the view of a nicely shaped ass. Ain't like he has nothing to worry about, except the fact he was too much in pain to make a comment on her set of cans at the right moment. Using his momentary sign of weakness, he merely sighed and relaxed his head against the base of the mattress.... rolling it side to side by asking her very politely "While I pretend my chest is not on fire, why don't you tell me about New Orleans." He needed a chance to fully recover if he was going to continue with his secretive plan. But in the small corner of his mind, guilt started to pull it's strings in the darkness of his heart. Could he... be able to do it? Could he ask the right questions? Was he going to be able to push forward with such an evil, and thoughtless, request?

Eased up and off of Rileys body, ending up kneeling on the floor. Watching as he struggled with his breathing as he sat up and finally came to rest with his back against the footboard of her bed. Gazing at him curiously as he slowly took those ragged breaths. "Perhaps we should get you to sickbay, make sure nothing is broken...like ribs or something.."

Dark eyes darted up to the large window as he spoke. Noting how they had at least finished the last layering of newspaper in hopes to block out any light of the day. "I couldn't have done it without your help.." She smiled as she turned and sat next to him. Stretching her legs out in front of her as her back perched against the bed. Not bothering to ask what had happened, why had he lost his balance, even though she had a good idea.


Eyeing him closely as he posed his question. Ankles crossed delicately as hands smoothed down the loose baggy top that had enticed the fall to begin with. "New Orleans...what can I say.." She began as she too leaned her head back to the matress. Ebon hues lifting to stare at the ceiling of her new room as she reminisced. "Its a delightful place, old world like city with sights to indulge the senses." Side glancing to Riley as the features of her face took on a peaceful look as she described the city of her birth...and her rebirth.


"Delicious unique people who live their lives with unrestrained pleasure." Arms lifted so hands folded behind her head as she relaxed comfortably. "I grew up in the French Quarters, alive with the wonderful music that wafted from Bourbon street clubs, the bustling old french market and lovely old creole cottages." The smile upon her lips turned warm as she continued. "Lucky for me after what seemed forever living on the streets I happened upon the great granddaughter of Baroness Pontalba who founded the Quarters and though she is a little more than eccentric...took me in as some wayward daughter, having never birthed any children of her own and took it upon herself to set me up here, to ensure I have a proper education." Sure she left out most of the details of her life, but she gave him what she wanted him to know for now.

Sitting there idly on the bed, he began to eye with with increasing curiosity. With the job done, there was little much else to do other than hit the door running or... try to entice her to giving him what he owed. But as his eyes began to examine the room, he had a feeling that he was not comfortable or in full control of the situation. Maybe he was in over his head, maybe he should just turn around and back out now. He could already feel the intensifying 'comfort' of the air that surrounded him. In one way or another, he knew the situation was going to get sticky in whatever he did in that room. It all just depended on what he wanted to happen, and in one way or another he was going to get what he came for.

"Sounds like you had a lively childhood. I do not know if I could handle the loud night life of the french quarter, but I do believe its a really nice place to visit if you want to add alot of spark and pizazz in your life. A perfect vacation spot to unwind a ton of stiff muscles."

He didn't know alot of history about the french quarter, so he couldn't deny or confirm the story off the top of his head, so he let it ride for the time being. Still he would smile and nod towards the woman who opened up soo freely to the man who she just met, easing the awkward stiffness that was was in the air. Letting a loud, echoing sigh escape his lips he could feel that his chest was not in burning bright pain anymore and he could breathe easier. Stretching his lungs with a big breath, he didn't wince in pain anymore. Perfect. Tilting his head towards her, he gave her a playful chuckle. "Well, are there any more 'fixings' I can do or should call it a night?" The night was far from over, even he knew that, but with a playful smirk he waited for her reply... laying there absentmindedly until she gave him her response.

Eyes darted over his face as he spoke. She had not mentioned that she had actually been there for the birth of the now infamous city. Her own rebirth masking her true age, keeping her body in a constant state of eternal youth. Watching as his breathing eased, the noise of each ragged breath subsiding. The tilt of his head left his neck exposed, enlongated with his glance towards her.



Dark hues slid down from his visage onto his throat. Focusing in on the pulsing vein there as she licked across her upper lip before lightly grazing her teeth along that plump lower tier. Leaning towards him with a wry smile, she almost felt like she could hear the liquid life force coursing through his body with each pump of his heart. "I dare say we should find something for you to do.." Side glancing back to the now newspapered window as she spoke.


"I mean..that task was done but with a dreadful ending.." Turning those black eyes back to his face. "I would think you would need to compensate for the failed finale before any treat of a massage for a job well done can be administered.." The look of pure mischeviousness was conveyed upon the young features of her face as she smiled ...perhaps a little too sweetly.


Reaching out she placed her hand upon his chest, fingers splayed across his shirt as she tilted her own head so her eyes were turned up to his face. "But my dear Riley, are you in any shape to perform any more deeds?" A playful teasing tone was intermingled with her concerned query.

Sitting there on the bed, he began to feel the air in the dorm room feel comfortable and exciting. He could feel his blood begin to pulse much faster and more freely now, and a warmth was spreading right across his body. He was not unfamiliar with this tension that was rising from the depths of his subconscious, but it did bring a bit of curiosity to light over her. What was she wishing to happen? What kind of 'failure compensation consolation prize' did she have in mind? And why did he feel the strange sensation that there was a hole being burned into his neck? All of these little things began to roll up into a ball as his mind began to contemplate on what kind of move he should commit to next. Should he dust off those charms that were locked away in a box inside of his heart, or should he just call it a night and give it a go tomorrow? Of course, he would probably never have a chance in a long time to get this girl to be alone with him, so it was either now or never.

"But my dear Riley, are you in any shape to perform any more deeds?"

Her hand would he placed on his chest, right above his heart, which was beating probably at a mile a minute. Even with his training, he was still a young man in the fountain of his youth. Even he could not completely control his sexual attractions towards the woman that presented herself before him. Hell, he just received a front ticket view of her chest and a nice covered view of her beautiful heart shaped ass. Gutter mindedness or not, Riley was a man. A hand would reach out, to stroke the girl's cheek with elegant consistency. Even if his hands were a bit calloused and rough around the edges, they would feel soft to the touch... almost angelic. If a few strands were in her eyes, he would try to brush those aside to keep a good look into her eyes. The pause he gave her was breathtaking, as he would milk the moment for as long as he could. "I may be hurt, but I ain't broken." Smirking, he would attempt to place cool digits around her neck with his right hand, trying to rub across her neck line with his thumb in soft, slow little circles.

"What did you have in mind? " A soft click would be heard, probably his left arm popping, as it would move to rub right against her lower side.

Fingers tapped lightly against his chest, pressing her palm more firmly against his shirt. Feeling the beat of his heart pick up speed as it began to race. The quickening pulse almost made her salivate as she licked around her mouth, tracing her lips with the tip of her tongue.


The touch of his hand, even though she saw it coming, still caught her off guard. Nuzzling her cheek into his touch. The smile faded into a delightful softness around the corners of her mouth. She was used to lecherous older men trying to manipulate what they thought was a naive teenage girl, not the subtle advances of a gentle young man. "Not being broken is a good thing..." She spoke with a hint of that southern drawl drawing out her words. "Well at least broken bones anyways.." The laughter that followed seemed like tinkling chimes blowing in a light wind.


Head straightened as he slid his fingers down onto her slender throat. Chin lifting as the pad of his thumb stroked along the delicate jaw line of her face.
"What did you have in mind? " Came spilling from his mouth as she felt his other hand move onto her side. The touch encouraging her to turn towards him. Knees curled as she perched on one side of her hip, leaning into him.


A challenge to come up with something to keep him here. Though she doubted it wouldn't be too hard with the advances he was taking so boldly. A quick glance around the sparse room befoe her gaze fell back to his face. "Gimmie a second, I'm sure I can come up withe something.."


That mischevious grin was back as she slid the hand on his chest down till fingertips pinched the hem of his shirt. Slowly she tugged it up. "Perhaps we should check and make sure me using you to break my fall didn't bruise your chest.." She offered with the feigned concern of his welfare. Knowing he more than likely looked right through her statement as merely a way to get him out of that top.

He was hesitant at first about taking off his shirt. That's not apart of the plan... A soft voice whispered into his mental ear. But the call of his inner man began to coax the idea of taking it one step further. Just push it along to see where it goes. Who knows, it had been a while since he had felt the touch of a woman. To feed the inner hunger within him, sate it, and then to do what he must was partially coaxing the idea on his mind. But her beautiful eyes, possibly dilating in front of him, her soft... and gentle touches gave him another wave of warmth from within. He could feel the angelic tingles of satisfaction rising from her sweet little pushes along his chest, making him want and urge her more. He would have to play along to get into a position of power, and that meant exposing himself.

Feeling her fingers press right ontop of his chest, he could feel his heart beat against her hand. She was reading the beats, it was as if his own beating heart was a massive turn on for her. He had a feeling what was coming next, so he merely smiled towards the request with a slight smirk. He was pretty dressed up for the party, considering the fact that she was wearing nothing more than skimpy PJs and he was wearing his outside attire. He would have to oblige her, otherwise she would get suspicious. Gently sitting up, with a little strain from his chest, he would take his hands and very softly push her away just a tad. Taking off the overshirt, which was a button up, he removed it like a jacket and tossed it off to the side. Underneath the overshirt was a black T shirt of thin fabric material, clinging close to his body, so it would show off his rather lean, yet built, figure.

But when he took off his shirt, it exposed his little 'utility' belt of items which would explain why he wore such a rather over-sized shirt. Along his belt held a small black pouch, a handle which would seem to be a knife, and an under belt holster which held a semi-automatic handgun. With a soft click, he would remove the handgun from the holster, which rested on his side, and would point it a safe distance away from her. "Safety first..." And with that, he ejected the magazine, racked the slide so that he could catch the spare bullet in his hand. Pocketing the spare bullet, he would rack the slide back and push the thumb-slide release to the upright position... placing the firearm and magazine separately ontop of the overshirt he was wearing earlier. Then he would secretly press his finger underneath the trigger and press a button. A double safety precaution, and a movement he kept out of her sight when he placed it on the shirt.

The knife, he undid from his belt and tossed to the side... leaving the small, slender pouch on his belt as it were. "Sorry about that...didn't want my firearm going off prematurely." Leaving the sickening pun for her to decipher on her own, he would cross his arms in front of her. Grabbing ahold of the brims of his shirt, he would slowly pull up and out of the restricting cloth to reveal an exposed chest layered with finely toned muscles. But along his chest, neck, and back were several scar marks that resembled ragged claw marks, racing from his shoulders to his chest, and many from his chest to back. If she were to touch these scars, she would feel their ridges from the marks that layered across his body.

Several puncture wounds from different unrelated injuries resided there as well. But those were from more recent injuries.

The bruising on his chest would be minimal, at best, but otherwise there were no broken bones or ridges. Pushing towards taking her hand, he would pull it towards his body so that she could feel along his contours as she saw fit. The scars never bothered him, but earlier times he has shown these marks people have cringed in fear or uncertainty. One even asked if he was a masochist. But he would merely smile, feeding into the comfortably as his other hand would reach forward to grace her cheek ever so lightly... waiting... eyeing... patiently for her response. "Examine away...I am built tougher than I look."

Pushed back gently, rolling over until she knelt beside him. Rounded rump resting on upturned heels as the button up shirt was tugged off. Ebony hues danced over his face before darting down to the weapons that came into view. A fleeting glance that took in each one. The utility belt that held the black pouch and knife. The holster that held the gun.


A single brow lofted at the sight, silently watching him as he disarmed the weapons and laid them to the side. Gaze flickered back to his face as apologized with his reasoning for removing the shirts himself. "Understandable.." Eyes moved over the discarded weapons before sweeping back to Riley. "So...is all that to protect lil me?" She spoke in a playful childlike tone before adding. "Or to protect yourself from me?"


A sly wink was given as he took her hands and guided them to his bare chest. Fingers lightly brushed over the scars. The large claw like marks and the small puncture wounds alike. Tracing one then another as a faint smile folded onto that bowlike mouth. "Your body has such character..." She whispered in awe of the torture his body had been through.


A slight tilt of her head, nuzzling her cheek into his hand as eyes moved from his chest and back to his face. "It's hard to tell if I did any damage or not.." She mused, the smile turning coy. A lone slender digit traced one of the long claw like marks that ran from his chest to his shoulder. Tenderly dragging her finger across the coarse crease of tattered flesh. "Do they hurt?" she asked curiously as she turned her head and placed a small kiss into the palm of his hand.

The light touches. The cute little swirls, it caused his body to singe and tingle as each little touch pressed against his body. It sent spikes of warmth and pleasure that raced across his mind, his own eyes swirling in a pit of enchantment. All the little barriers and dams that would hold back his flood gates for passion, for this moment, began to release themselves at pinnacle points at once. He was losing his edge. He knew it was a bad idea. She was a vampire. He knew that. He smelled it. He felt it. He could taste it. But his mind was mixing in between his ambitions and his teenage hormones. Such a vice to be held accountable for, his youth giving him the strength to recover but the weaknesses of his manliness. Instead of thinking like a soldier, listening to his instincts and making an escape plan... he was thinking on how he was going to get in her pants, in essence, he was thinking with his dick.

He never responded to her first question, only locking eyes with her as she danced along his body. The woman already knew the answer, so the first set of questions were only rhetorical. The soft kiss on his palm burned at the touch, sending vibes racing up and down his spine.

"Do they hurt?"

His immediate response was "Only in my dreams..." It was a morbid response, but it was the truth.

With his hand on her cheek, he would continue to caress her cheek with his right hand while the left tried to stroke the exposed flesh underneath her tank top (on the side, where the love handles could be) on her left. Locking eyes with her once more, after she had taken a gander at his body, he would tilt his head to the side in a curious notion. What did he need to do from here, was what he thought, but his expression easily read 'Are you sure you want to do this?'. He was a gentleman at heart, but if she were to cancel out on him then it would foil his plans considerably. With his right hand, a thumb would reach out to caress the tips of her lips... brushing them lightly, if allowed, in order to invite her towards his comfort zone. With a movement of his right, he would attempt to bring her closer to his chest... allowing her to adjust her position in order to stay comfortable.

As he would attempt to bring her head closer to his, eyes locked, lips merely inches apart his left hand would begin to try to grasp ahold of the exposed flesh just underneath her tank top, trying to slide his hand up and down in a soft circling motion. His heart was racing, at a mile a minute, but his eyes never wavered. Bringing her to the 90% line, if she pulled in close enough, he would grant her the 10% access if she wished it so.

"Whats your next move..." A playful call would escape his lips.

"You need better dreams then..." That smile once more turning playfully mischevious. Body writhed and turned ever so slightly, moving into the hand that made its way beneath her shirt. Gaze fixed with his as he slid his thumb over that plump velvet soft mouth. His hands moving to invite her closer.


Fingers traced the ridge of the scars up to his shoulders. Leaning her face towards his own as she lifted her bottom. Crawling over his legs until she straddled his lap. Knees pressed into the sides of his hips. Kneeling in front of him, fingers draped over his shoulders. This time he would be able to take note of those ebon pupils growing larger. Eyes becoming darker, like some never ending void, inviting one to become lost in that sultry gaze. Slender hips level with his chest as she looked down into his face. "My next move?" The words more of a thought than an actual question.


Slowly that heartshaped bottom lowered until she sat comfortably in his lap. Black hues fell back to his torn chest as hands slid down to follow the trek of her gaze. "Perhaps its to plant a more pleasurable thought in your head.." One corner of her mouth tugged up with a quirky askewed grin. Lifting her eyes back to meet his own. "So these don't hurt..." Fingertips lightly brushed over the scars.


"I mean..it's the least I could do for your aid to stave off any distress the windows of my room may cause.." She began to toy with him lightly. "And softening my fall from such a height.." Side glancing over to the window where she had sat high upon his shoulders. Eyes slid back to his face as she leaned in further with the urging of his hands. "Unless you have something else in mind?" The words slithered from her mouth to let sweet heated breath bathe his lips. Hands sliding back up to his shoulders as she let her chest brush against his own.

"So these don't hurt..."

"Only the memories do..." A soft whisper would slip from his lips, their faces closing the gap as his eyes began to drown into her deep, soft brown hues. Her cute ass plopped right into his lap. Her hands laced comfortably around his neck. He was entering that phase were there would be no turning back. No way to break their embrace. No way to step away from the game. He was going to either have to commit to this course of action or push away and walk out of that room with his pride intact. But it had been so long since he had let another woman touch him, his mind was rolling away from the taboos and the like. Unable to break the trance, her possibly perky mounds pressed against his chest, he took the path less traveled and kissed at the air in front of her, baiting her call.

"Unless you have something else in mind?" He, of course, had plenty of things in mind, but at that moment he would allow the hand that rested underneath her tank top to slide upwards just a few inches underneath the fabric that held their bodies apart. He would allow his hand to take ahold of her entire side, thumb rolling circles around her soft flesh as it would dance just below her breast line... teasing her senses with nothing more than a few small strokes. It was rather interesting to see how his body moved so easily towards the woman who so boldly placed herself in his lap. Maybe he should give her a little boldness of his own, but first... he had to separate the shirt that prevented their flesh from pushing together. It was essential to have her shirt removed, or at least... that's what his mind was screaming at the moment, so he would oblige the feeling with letting his left hand snake his way up just a few more inches to just above her breast, hovering his thumb over the tip if she allowed it so.

With teasing lips, he would lean forward to brush her lips with his own... inviting her to move even closer. Their lips only a touch of a few millimeters apart. "Remove your shirt..." He would guide the hand higher to pull the shirt upwards a few more inches, possibly exposing her breasts to the cool airs of the night. But he would wait for her to fulfill the task first, patiently, taking his time with no sense of worry or the appearance of a rushing, horny young man. Nevertheless, he could not help to hide the whimpering dog that was dancing wildly in his pants... in all of his pizazz, he couldn't prevent that from happening.

The whispered words that fell from his lips left her own mouth turning down. The folding out of that lower lip seemed a natural pout for that bowlike mouth. Lashes lowered halfway over those dark hues. Gaze flickering to his pursed lips. The faint smile tainting the pouty stance of her mouth. Leaning fully into him so the small rounded globes of her chest pressed into his own.


The movement of his hand beneath her shirt, coaxing her into wriggling slightly in his lap. Squirming with those roaming fingers as they slid ever higher. Feeling the brush of those digits graze across the delicate protrusion. Awakening her body with his gentle touch, igniting small surges of warm sparks to spiral within that petite frame. Eyes lifting back to his face as he mumbled against her lips. "Remove your shirt..."


Leaning back away from him as he already started to tug the top up. Hands lifted from his shoulders. Arms rising over her head as she held his gaze. Letting him pull the shirt up if he was so inclined. "You remove it.." Both brows raised as she slid her bottom up his legs so slender hips bumped against his own. If he did indeed slide the shirt up and over her head. Her own chest would be exposed, a stark contrast to his own body. Flawless pale flesh, small but pert tits, perfectly rounded as if molded by the gods themselves. Delicately muscled stomach flexed lightly with the cool air enticing goosebumps to pebble across her skin.


Long dark hair with burnished streaks would billow back down, framing the pixie like features of her face. Silken lockes falling to hide the gentle swells of her bosom. Leaving her settled in his lap in nothing more than those white boy like shorts. Smiling at him as she leaned back towards him. Arms falling back to lounge over his shoulders, fingers toying with a tuft of hair at the nape of his neck. "Why do I get the feeling you're a breast man?"

"You remove it.."

Eyes locking with her own, he would merely smile towards the suggestion, chiding "Don't mind if I do..." Withdrawing his right hand from her body, he would slide his right underneath her shirt to rise both sides of her tank up... matching the same side of his left hand with his right. Then he would playfully smirk, nudging her to raise her arms as he would complete the procedure by rising both of his hands around her smooth contours, letting his hands bump against the sides of each of her breast before removing the shirt completely from her body. A soft, dancing smile would slide right into his cheeks as he would tilt his head towards her direction... giving her a once over with deep satisfaction. "Pristine as a flawless pearl." He had no idea where that came from, but it flew right past his lips. Feeling her wiggle ontop of his lap made him groan playfully, eying his prize which was only a few seconds away from possibly having something warm between her legs.

"Why do I get the feeling you're a breast man?"

With that, he would place a soft, beckoning kiss on her lips. Only for a mere moment, before his right hand would reach down and grasp ahold of her right thigh, wrapping around the contours of her ass, pulling her towards her stomach before leaning back with a playful smirk. "I don't love one thing on a woman, I love the whole package." Corky as it sounded, he would slide his lips across her own, passionately teasing her lips by brushing himself into light... soft kisses. It was then when he would lift her butt up with his right hand, his left dancing his left arm around her back, before he would pull her tiny, nearly weightless body, into a standing position. Twirling in place, he would neatly lay the girl down ontop of the bed, at an angle, so that he was resting inbetween her legs ontop of her... eying her innocent form like a wolf eying his prey. And the sweet, playful looks he presented shifted into something more of a hungered look. His eyes would brighten from their original hues, his hands would slide evenly along the sides of her body.... pushing her arms out above her so that he loomed over her. Powered over her. A bright, seductive smile danced evenly on his lips.

"No touching..." A playful chide escaped his lips.

Leaving only his right hand, bound across the tops of her wrist with delicate ease... he would push her hands down so that they would lay flat on the bed. If she were to refuse, to move away, or to chide herself into wrapping her arms around him... he would merely pull away from the embrace, teasing her in a delightful way. Once she was comfortable with him holding her wrists in an upward position, he would give her a deep, passionate kiss on the lips. He would press his body into her, only for a moment, in a grinding fashion. Playing with her. Teasing his prey. His left hand would curl as it would attempt to stroke her right cheek, comforting her with delicate ease.

His left hand would continue to fall, starting with her neck he would let it fall slowly down from the sides of her cheek to the tips of her boyshorts band... rippling the area with soft, angelic strokes of his fingertips. Almost as if he was considering taking the shorts off, but never taking a step past that line. But after a moment's worth of playing, he would slide his hand upwards along the soft contours of her sides... taking a halt to finally take a massage of her right breast. A perfect, handful, as they would call it. But he would not scrunch them like most feverish men do. He would merely cup it, grip it lightly, and then smile devilishly to her blow.

But instead of continuing with the massage, something clicked in his left arm. Just a tiny click. Nothing more. But his hand was not cupping her breast anymore. No, it was resting just along the beginnings of her perfect, tearshaped breast... his fingertips resting just below her neck line. Right above her heart. Where a sharp, stinging sensation would resonate as a metal object would be pushing very gently against her skin. Riley's eyes would falter, to that of an empty man. His eyes would shift from their normal, innocent hues, to that of a blinding crimson red. His wrist binding her hands would tighten, harshly, to the point that surpassed the strength of a normal human being. More than twice the strength of a normal human being. If she were to fidget or complain, he would ensnare his grip tighter around her arms. The pointy metal object, from her direction of feeling, would be resonating from the palm of his left hand. If she were to jerk, it would probably cause a small cut... spilling blood all over her perfect, white body.

"Don't move. Don't scream. Don't say a word. If you do any of these things, I will release the slide on my arm... which will send a 1 inch thick blade two hundred feet per second into your dead heart. I do not know if it will kill you, but I have read that it will paralyze you. I rather not take this chance. If you follow through with my small demand, you will come out unharmed. Unscathed. And I will not forcibly penetrate you with anything tonite. Nod if you understand." His eyes shone a bright red as he was contemplating his actions very carefully. But deep down, a caged animal was inside... trying to break loose. Trying to break free. It wanted to burst open, rip out her neck, and let her blood flow into his lips. He was blood thirsty, a man with an addiction to vampire's blood, and under the tingling influence of one... he was not going to give in easily.

The bold flirting, the subtle seduction seemed to be coming from both her and Riley. Playing upon each other as he removed her shirt. She had not thought about any dangers, simply going with the moment. It was nice simply playing along, letting hormonal bodies take control rather than listening to the sense that forewarned like alarms in her head. Bruxa even let girlish giggles tremble from her lips each time he spoke. Feeling rather vunerable and liking that he was taking control. Actually enjoying herself..and that had not happened for a very very long time.


Not even fighting as he picked her up effortlessly and spun around so he placed her on the bed. Lying back on that leathered duster that she had discarded there earlier. Feeling the clothed rose made especially for her crushing into her back. She didn't pay attention though, lost in the thrill of the new adventure unfolding. Letting him pin her wrists above her head. Wriggling and squirming delightfully beneath his caressing touches and gentle cupping and squeezing of her small form.


Eyes narrowed as she felt the prick against her flesh, right above her heart and the grip around her wrists became like a vise, holding her roughly as he hissed his warnings. The smile faded quickly, the giggling quieting. She was more furious with herself for letting him get the upperhand. Stupidly letting him play her into the position she now found herself in. Body twisted suddenly and arms strived to break his grip on her wrists. Feeling the sharp blade cut across her skin. The pebbling of blood seeping up through the tear of flesh as fangs enlongated and she let out a blood curdling scream. "Nooooo...get off of me, let me go.." She demanded with a shrill tone as she tried to buck him off of her.

His eyes would dangle towards prey, in the back of his mind unbelieving in what kind of atrocity he was creating. But the hunger was starting to boil over, fueled by their passionate touches and riled by the desire to have it all set before him. It would be so easy, to twich his pinkie finger, and let the blade slide in past her flesh. But a voice, covered in the void, would scream out... demanding that he should stop. A call from the darkness, trying to reach towards the light. A twitch of his sanity left over from the milestones of pain and suffering both his mind and body had suffered over the years would cry out to stop the torment he was treating towards the girl. But as she squirmed underneath her, it did not stop him from redoubling his efforts. Although he was blessed with the ability of enhanced strength temporarily, he was still mortal. The ability to being able to strain his muscles and bones would reach their breaking point, stressing to the point of either breaking or shattering, but the pain in his body was minuscule towards the desire to harvest her blood. It was an everlasting struggle between his thirst and the subtle conscience that begged for his body to stop. Begged for him to let the woman go. Begged for him to step away.

But the body knew that in order to survive, it needed a healthy supply of vampire's blood. It needed it now, more than ever, as he could feel the effects of the vampire slowly draining from his body. This was his last move before it was too late.

Inwardly, he prayed that he would not bring any more major harm to this girl. Outwardly, his eyes screamed he would do everything in his power to take control and get what he wanted.

Eyes, still shining bright from the blood lust he so desired, he would notice his arms starting to give way from her strength. He would watch them starting to curl in the air, trying to take control of the situation by breaking her hands free from the situation. Nevertheless, he would push his body in a downward thrust and throw all of his weight into the right hand that held her hands tightly within his grasp. It was a waning effort, but all he needed was just a moment to extract a small vial of blood. In hindsight, asking or possibly knocking her out was a much easier move, but his mind fumigated with anguish and desire. Rational thinking was kicked out the door and replaced with brute force and extraction. Her blood curling scream would be heard, but given the status of the building... it would not reach past the doorway into the hallway. The place was thick castle stone, covered by paintings that helped soften their echoing voices. Perfect for having sex in, bad for being in a nasty situation as this one.

"Nooooo...get off of me, let me go.."

Dark blood dribbled down her breast where the cut he made. IT enticed him. He was growing so weak... and she would eventually break his hold. His eyes would lock on the small trail of blood that escaped the wound with a miraculous smile. Maybe he should have a taste, in order to regain his strength. If he was able to drink her blood, he felt... he knew he could win the battle hands down. But she was moving so much, making so much of a fuss. All he had to do was to release the slide and let it depress into her heart and put her out cold. But even as he tried to, he was unable once again to press the damn button. This infuriated him, causing the blade to possibly press deeper as she tried to buck him off. "SIT STILL!" He would call over her bellows, and instead of releasing the slide for the blade, his arm clicked and a small needle (about 2 inches long), would slide from beside the blade in order to plunge deep into her chest. If the connection was made, then blood would flow evenly from the needle to the small vacuum tube located in his arm. It took some modifications, but he was able to make it work.

Nevertheless, a heavy jerk could snap the needle in half, so as he tried to puncture her with the needle he retracted the blade in his hand just enough so that he could attempt to press firmly over her heart to keep her steady.

Blood was beginning to smear his hands, making it very hard to keep his grip on such a smooth and delicate body. But he pressed on, trying to lock his knees ontop of her legs in order to maintain control. He only needed a few precious seconds. Only a few to get the blood his body urged for.