I OWN NOTHING!
Laughter bubbled in her throat as she tightly hugged the figure, "You're not dead!"
The body beneath her chuckled causing funny vibrations due to their close proximity and seemingly smelt her hair, which struck Maggie as creepy, but she shrugged it off as a side effect of almost being dead plus she was too surprised that she saved his life to really notice.
"That is a matter of opinion little one," replied the isn't-dead-guy who had a rich voice mixed with accents.
Remembering she was practically groping the now alive male she scrambled off the now awake male blushing furiously.
"I can't believe that worked! I mean what I saw that on TV!" looking smugly at the male who watched her form with a expression she couldn't decipher she gave him a wide tooth grin, "Huh, television is not useless." She patted herself on her back at saving isn't-dead-guy's life.
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Godric blinked bewilderingly at the mortal's hasty retreat feeling the need to return her soft warm body back on top of his own, distractedly he licked his lips savoring the sweet plum taste. It was a heavenly electrifying sensation igniting his tastes buds, he felt an uncontrollable urge to reconnect their lips and savagely devour her delicious taste.
However immediately after this thought Godric felt a tidal wave of guilt and confusion. What was this? He scavenged his 2000 years of existing for a diagnosis of his startling and dangerous thoughts and actions but came up at a loss.
Looking intensely at the blushing teen for an answer he devoured the innocent image she produced. The young mortal child had a cherub round face with big blue eyes blinking delicately at him in concern, curly wild black hair tied in a messy ponytail, pink bitable lips and pale skin that highlighted her delectable pink cheeks heated in embarrassment.
She looked so temptingly innocent, so deliciously corruptible. Flashes of fantasies entered his mind of tasting each inch of her soft pale skin, devouring the plum taste, rightfully reconnecting her soft warm body with his own. Godric shifted uncomfortably feeling the tightness of his pants as he quickly doused those thoughts.
Trying to block his heighten sense of scent he was unsuccessful as he felt her heavenly hazardously tempting smell fill his lungs. The smell was intoxicating, like home, like it belonged to him. A perfume created for his nostrils. Every smell that he loved as a human (things he so long forgotten) and a sense of his happiness and contentment he felt when he was first born and with his son perfectly mixed into a delicious concoction that made him mad with lust. Godric shook his head in distaste; he felt like a baby vampire unable control their urges at the first encounter with a human.
He questioned if the girl was fae but quickly vanquished his thought, as she would most likely be drained dry if she walked around emitting her smell. That thought made his monster, and alarmingly himself, have a burst of uncontrollable rage, he felt the need to grab her small vulnerable form and lock her away from danger.
Summoning his willpower once more he guessed that maybe she was a descendant of the fae line, a probable thought as her smell was so deliciously tempting. His thoughts strayed wondering how many vampires, suitors, smelt her smell. His rage bubble once more and the urge to lock her away from danger, and other possible male suitors seemed so deliciously tempting.
However Godric didn't survive 2000 years by foolishly letting emotions dictate his course of action as he quickly reinstated his willpower.
He encountered a fae long ago, before he turned his first child.
It was a boy fae, young he mused as he mistakenly forgotten to illusion his features into a human. Godric was relatively a baby vampire back then but still was surprisingly strong, stronger than vampires twice his age.
He mused it was do to his human life that caused Godric's surprising strength but he never like taking trips down that particular road.
But Godric remember the smell, it drove him mad. He shivered remembering the sensation; similar to the one he was experiencing now but unconstrained. The illogical part of Godric's mind perked up and voiced his own thoughts.
He couldn't harm the human cause for some unexplainable reason the smell smelt like she was his.
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Maggie watched with concern as the man looked unseeingly at the cage wall. She still felt the heat on her cheeks, the man's gorgeous. And even that, she thought was an inadequate description.
Clearing her throat Maggie waited patiently, heck she was pleased the man was lost in his thoughts as it gave her a much needed moment to ogle him like the pervert she is. She blames hormones.
After a long moment the man reunited their eyes and Maggie was intrigued by the color, it was a stormy grey and something was hidden beneath the vibrant eyes, something dark. She shivered feeling a part of her want to explore the dark, however her sane part quickly reprimanded the curious side of her. Curiosity did killed the cat.
"Are you okay there mister? You seemed to have a little dozy spell for moment" she voiced biting her lip when feeling the words babble out of her mouth, "I mean not like that's a bad thing cause' my best friend his grandfather has that all the time. He like remembers the war and all that but then like he farts during his moments but you didn't!"
She blabbered ending her hopeful assurance with a timid smile feeling like an idiot for mentioning Zyke's grandfather's farts.
She once again blamed hormones.
The man gave her an amused smile causing her to forget her mortification and blush even hotter; the man had a really pretty smile. His teeth seemed to sparkle like those people of the tv.
Remembering her lips on his soft ones, even though it was to save his life, made her have a delirious urge to reconnect their lips.
She doesn't think blaming her hormones will ever retire.
"Well thank you for your concern little one, I just seemed to have had a moment of thought"
Maggie shook her head realizing that a minute passed while she was still staring, ogling if she was honest with herself, and letting his warm exotic accent sooth her ears.
Clearing her thought and unsuccessfully willing her blushing to desist she absentmindedly licked her lips not noticing the man's eyes darken as he watched her mouth, "yea well that happens you know I mean it just happened to me" she wouldn't reveal that her thoughts probably weren't as deep as the ms as she was just basically ogling the poor fella, "umm I'm sorry that I uh well that you found me basically mauling your face. I was just doing CPR on you but … yup"
Maggie babbled once more feeling uncomfortable at the strangers intense gaze, squirming she convinced her mind that she was sorry. But a perverted miniscule part, she believed to be lead by her hormones, smirked knowing she was lying to her self.
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Godric smirked at the girl's delicious embarrassment feeling like he did all those centuries ago, hungry. And for the first time since he saw his son he felt amused.
"As happy as I am to receive that wakeup call little one, but do you usually kiss those you just met" he replied amusedly observing the now re-blushing girl.
However once he voiced the words he felt a struck of possessive rage, no one should touch those lip. Feel her soft body. Watch the blood rush scrumptiously to her cheeks. No one but him.
He watch with a newfound hunger at the mortal, the beast inside his murmuring, look Godric, all yours. Take, claim, she's yours.
The girl's innocent features made something dark inside him stir, her small curvy body dressed in a simple jean shorts and a dark green t-shirt was tempting his impulses.
And her smell, oh it was mocking him, taunting him to a wild game of chase. He felt like a starving man looking upon a buffet. How he wanted to devour her small figure, claim her, give her everything her small beating heart desired, while marking her as his.
The monster rampaging his mind shouted MINE! Hungrily licking its lips in anticipation, and alarmingly enough Godric could not dispute the beast's claim.
The familiar predator in him leered, remembering the feel of her warm body atop of him and of those warm lips on his cold dead ones felt like an appetizer to the main course he desperately wanted to taste.
He stopped himself, confused and frightened at his thoughts. It has been centuries since he felt this need. He dropped his fangs just at her smell, which urged all his instincts to claim.
Godric shook his head furiously hoping to clear his dark wishes that tainted his mind; he didn't have urges like this since he was first turned.
Remembering those centuries caused the sane part of his mind to revolt against the beast, forcing the animal back into the silver cage. His immense guilt acted as a silver lock.
However desperate as he was to restrain the monster that corrupted his humanity he ashamedly found the action tiring, they both wished to achieve the same goal.
He gazed back up at the girl sitting up crossed leg and blushing under his stare.
