"Miss Bishop, I dare say you have won me over body and...well not so much my soul as my empty vessel but you've won me over nonetheless."
Besides that pretty face, the one that these days likes to watch me while I'm dreaming of him and electrical storms, of his he's got the help of those sparkly words that spill out without trying.
(charm oozing out of his skin, used to draw young things into his smiling teeth)
"And you my good sir, with those sharp teeth of yours, have done the very same. Which must be a daily thing for you with that deadly smile of yours."
I knew this was a fact, that smirk of his brings them by the hundreds, but me and blue hands (the ones that he had a taste of at the very start) have made sure that his eyes have always stayed on me and me alone.
(unlike Adam's that used to grow large with the vast amount of silly things hanging off of him, Claire-bear being number one)
"Oh, baby, you know I wouldn't dare risk it. I like my skin tan and not crispy black."
He isn't the first to be tamed, but he still has the bad boy spark in him that I love to ignite every now and then, with the threat of my burning hands and he wouldn't be the last.
And his fangs, the ones that I let bite down only when I want them and if he breaks the rules he gets a mouthful of hurt, aren't the first that have pierced my skin or the red filled eyes I've been captivated by.
(Angel was the first that blacked my soul but Josef was always number one)
"How many of my fellow brothers have you kissed, El, how many have tasted you besides me?"
His eyes flash red, the monster that I love to pet coming out to play (monsters always find me, only eating my heart), jealously settling into his features, just the way I like it.
"Only two, dear, but you're the first, you and your never ending charm, that I'm never going to forget. Even the damn prince of darkness could ever make me forget you, Damon, now stop turning green and kiss me, dammit."
Most of my words were filled with with truth and only laced around the edges with those bitter white lies, I could never bring myself to forget Josef not even if I wanted to (scars from our many years still line my arms), but the one that was here in front of me was what mattered.
(and this by far was the prettiest vampire I'd ever kissed in the years that they had all come, one after the other)
"With pleasure, Miss Bishop, you never and I mean never have to ask."
-
"Who the hell is he?"
Each moment I've been on the run, from the past filled with heroes, villains, and missing brains, I knew it wouldn't be long before it all caught up with me.
It meaning the man that had given me a much wanted kiss then decided I needed to die in a matter of seconds, meaning my almost murderer, Sylar.
"I would be asking the same thing, but already know your name, Sylar. You're the son of a bitch that tried to kill Elle and I've been waiting for you."
That smile, the one that could out shine Sylar's by one hundred to one (done with lips I love to bite and bite me back), he has been saving just for him came out along with his true face, the one that even scared the nightmare man.
"Would you like to watch, dear?"
The man that had turned me into a weak little thing, put terror into my heart without a second thought (only one: kill), was on the ground in the same place I had been and I didn't feel a drop of mercy, just joy.
(I brought the man out in the monster and he brought the monster out in the girl)
"Oh, yes I've been waiting for this for years. Rip the son of a bitch to pieces, Damon, for me."
"With pleasure."
