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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 18:22:03 GMT -5
Minerva eyed the blade, hopeing beyond hope he wasn't going to do what she thought he was going to do. When he asked for a sink, though, her suspicions were confirmed. She sighed, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him.
She reched over, taking hold of the dagger and slowly pulled it from his hands, laying it on the bed behind her. She took his hand in her own, turning it so his palm was facing upward. She gently ran a finger along the veins in his wrist. She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "You want her blood out of your body?"
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 18:29:48 GMT -5
He let her take the dagger, his hand falling limp on the bed beside him. He felt helpless now, wanting to simply snatch it back and cut his arm open but finding it was near impossible for him to pull it out of her grasp after she'd taken it, if it had been anyone else they'd be lying on the ground crying out in pain and crippled, and he'd already be rid of the blood, but it was Vira, so he only sat there, staring at her with wide, pleading eyes.
He found the question ludacris. Of course he wanted the blood out of him, it was too much for him, he could barely breathe, barely think.
"Vira...Please...It's driving me insane...I..."
He cut off. As much as he loved her he had to admit to himself; how could she understand? She fed nightly, seduced her victims, never felt guilt and never cared. Corban was different, different to those who could seemingly feel nothing for those they kill... His very essence rejected the blood, every fibre of himself screamed and yearned for it to be gone. It had nothing to do with his vampiric body, nothing to do with the fact that he was healthy and replenished. It just needed to be gone.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 18:41:37 GMT -5
He hadn't read into her thoughts, she noticed as he spoke, hadn't understood what she was getting at. She understood he wanted the blood out of him. She understood it was causing him guilt and self hate. She traced the veins with her finger once more, pressing her nail into his skin. If she pressed any harder, his skin and vein would break. It was quite possible, though, that that's what she wanted.
She lifted his wrist to her mouth, kissing it softly. The wrist still near her mouth, she looked at him, her eyes still worried and now somewhat pleading. She kissed his wrist once more before whispering, "May I?" She hoped he understood what she meant.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 18:51:07 GMT -5
His eyes didn't leave hers, the mild pain against his wrist that her nail caused intriguing him, as he was becoming slowly aware of what she meant to do. A part of him enjoying her light kisses against his arm in spite of his overall mood.
When she spoke, he was at first in shocked silence, his eyes still unmoving; focused upon hers. It appeared an odd concept to him, but after only a very short few seconds of thought it started to make sense to him. A better idea than simply slashing his flesh open. And it would possibly be less painful. On the other hand, he felt...Awkward, almost nervous, at the thought of having another vampire drink from him. But then again, it was Vira.
He smiled, not knowing himself why he did so. It was a small smile, faint, and had a slight touch of mischevious charm to it. He nodded at her as he replied.
"Please do."
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 19:04:25 GMT -5
Minerva gave him a soft smile, her eyes now greatful. She kissed his wrist once more, but this time she didn't lift her head. Her eyes closed as she sunk her teeth into his wrist, the lukewarm blood flooding her mouth and trickling down her throat.
She drank only what she knew she could take, releasing his wrist from her mouth. She'd left him only what she knew he'd need. Still holding his wrist in one hand, she covered the marks with her other hand. She looked up to him, a gentle smile on her face.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 19:17:29 GMT -5
A violent shudder ran down his spine as she sunk her fangs into his wrist and began to drain the blood. He felt light-headed now, having to lean back on his free hand to prevent from falling over or some other such thing. It was odd to say the least, to feel the blood being drained from him, while in the knowledge that it wouldn't kill him. That it wasn't even his blood.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze as she released his wrist. For a while he had no clue of what to say, only very aware of how drowsy and far away he felt, and the sudden urge he had to kiss her, knowing that when he did he would feel the blood in her lips and possibly be able to catch a taste of it. He prevented from doing so just yet.
"...Thanks."
He felt better, less stressed and hectic, he could now breathe easily and think without being distracted by the rush of blood through his veins. What was left barely had an effect on him. His eyes fell to rest on her hand upon his wrist; where he knew the marks left behind from her bite would be.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 19:30:31 GMT -5
Minerva smiled, slowly removing the hand covering the bite marks. She looked down, gently touching the skin around the wounds. Shifting her gaze from his wrist to his face, her eyes soft and gentle. "You're welcome," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
She stood, leaving the bedroom and going into the kitchen. She took another coffee cup from the cabinet, filling it with pig's blood and putting it in the microwave. While that cup of blood warmed, she retrieved her cup from the dinning room table, rinsing it out once more, filling it with blood and placing it in the microwave once the buzzer had gone off for the first cup.
When the buzzer went off once more, she carried both cups back into the bedroom, offering the first one to Corban. "Don't worry, it's only pig's blood" she said, sitting down beside him once more, taking a sip from her cup.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 19:40:04 GMT -5
He'd peered at the blood in alarmed silence as she'd offered it to him, but once her words registered he nodded and took it from her hands, gazing at the red liquid thoughtfully. Pig's blood...A big change from rat's blood he had to admit. He laughed out loud at his own inward joke, sipping at the blood timidly, then placing the cup on the floor beside the bed.
He shifted over to her and slipped both his arms around her waist, kissing the side of her face playfully, then nuzzling her neck as he whispered.
"Thank you...I love you...I love you."
He had begun smiling again, and found it was rather challenging for him to stop. It was as if only a few moments ago he hadn't been having a nervous breakdown.
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 19:51:26 GMT -5
She couldn't help but laugh as he nuzzled her neck, clossing her eyes as he did. She turned her head toward him, smilling as he spoke. "I love you, too." She placed a hand on his cheek, leaning forward and kissing him briefly. She pulled back, smilling softly before kissing him once more. She only broke it the lean over, placing her cup on the floor. Straightening back up, she leaned toward him, kissing him once again, her kiss overflowing with love and passion.
She placed her now-free hand on his chest, moving slightly closer as she continued the kiss, her other hand still on his cheek. Her mind was screaming, I love you, I love you, I love you, over and over again. She gave a soft moan of contentment as she still continued the kiss.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 20:02:51 GMT -5
He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her forcefully, but gently, closer to him. Kissing her softly, but full of passion and love, and a slight hunger that took even him somewhat by surprise. Eventually, abit reluctantly, he broke the kiss, and brushed his lips against her cheek before getting to his feet.
His eyes had wandered over to the nearest window, wondering sullenly when the sun would rise. The whole point of tonight was to get away from Vira for a few days but that plan had clearly gone to hell. So he wouldn't stay for the day; he didn't want to burden her anymore than he had that night. Stumbling into her home the emotional wreck he was...No, it was unfair. Pouting sulkily to himself, he told himself he'd have to go home soon. Sighing, he asked, hinting that he'd have to be on his way in a short time.
"What time is it?"
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 20:17:50 GMT -5
As continued the kiss, she felt as though she were soaring through the air and nothing and no one else exsisted but Corban and herself. It was a wonderful feeling; one she hadn't felt in nearly two-hundred long years. As he broke the kiss, though, this feeling left, leaving her feeling as though she were plummeting through the air toward the ground.
She watched him stand and walk to the window, asking what time it was. She didn't want him to leave any more than she'd wanted to leave the previous night in his apartment. Sighing heavilly, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "5:32 am," she said quietly. "The sun won't rise for another hour."
She stood, walking over to him, the feel of his lips against her own still lingering in her mind. She took his hand, lacing their fingers, reaching up and pulling aside the heavy curtain with her free hand. The window hand two boards acrossed it in the shape of an 'X', but you could still see outside. She stared blankly out the window, wondering how one minute the world outside could be so dark, and then next minute so full of light.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 20:26:41 GMT -5
"...An hour."
He said this idly under his breathe as she took his hand into hers, he lifted his gaze to admire her face quietly. It was obvious to him she didn't want him to go...So why was he going? What type of logic was that? Neither of them wanted the other to be anywhere but by their side, so there was no reason for him to leave. Of course though he did not say this to her directly.
"...I don't think I'll be able to get home in an hour."
He didn't give her time to respond, he'd placed his hands upon her sides and pushed her against the wall, pressing his cold body against hers, noting the warmth from her skin from the blood but barely paying any attention to it. Corban's lips were against hers once more; he brushed them very briefly, invitingly, to hers, before pulling them away, though there was hardly any distance between them, just enough for him to whisper.
"Let me stay here with you, just for today..."
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 20:38:23 GMT -5
Giving a surprised squeal of delight as he pressed her against the wall, pressing his body against her's, she once more found their lips touching, and the sensation of flying returned to her once more. As he spoke, she looked him directly in the eyes, her breathing had grown somewhat heavy, excited.
She didn't respond to his statement. He hadn't even needed to say it for she would've gladly have let him stay. She simply leaned forward just that little bit more, pressing her lips against his once more. She moaned a soft, contented, passionate moan.
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Post by Corban Anastasius on Mar 16, 2006 20:54:09 GMT -5
Being a vampire Corban was used to the permenant cold that emitted from his skin, so he was fairly surprised with how warm he suddenly felt, but it wasn't as if he minded it; it was pleasant. The corners of his lips turned upwards in a small smile as Vira leant in to continue the kiss. Words had become fairly unnessaccary between them for the time being; he'd taken that as a yes.
For now there was nothing more he wanted than to be with her, kissing her, holding her. He lifted his hands, sliding them up her sides, then leaving them to rest, cupped against the back of her neck and head, his fingers playing with her hair, his lips had not yet left hers; kissing her heatedly. It was a perfect moment for him, for the first time in so long he didn't feel broken or abandoned, he felt whole, loved, and didn't want the feeling to end, not yet...
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Post by Minerva Balzac on Mar 16, 2006 21:06:12 GMT -5
They say perfection is impossible to achieve. It was quite possible the two had just proven this statement incorrect. She allowed her mind to wonder as they continued the kiss, though it didn't wonder any farther than the moment she'd first laid her eyes upon his angel features. How they had entranced her, refusing to let her leave his home, forcing her to awaken him from his slumber.
The kiss grew even more passionate as these thoughts echoed through her head. She gave another soft moan as he ran his hands up her side. Everything was suddenly very clear, her confusion gone as their kiss continued. She drapped her arms loosely around his neck, a hand on the back of his head gently twisting his black locks through her fingers.
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