No, she tried to say, but it wasn't coming off of her tongue properly. Something growled to Claire's left. She might have heard that growl before.
Myrnin was like a bullet. He came crashing into the other vampire like something straight out of the sky. Claire dropped to the ground on her knees and tried not to bite her entire tongue off. Man, she was going to pay for that one.
"How dare you. How dare you." Myrnin howled. She'd only ever heard his voice go up that high a couple of times. It was then she realized that Myrnin could actually make a good leader. He had the same type of energy that Amelie possessed when he really dared to use it. The pressure in the room began to build and she watched the vampire flinching back into his skin. Myrnin was holding the vampire up in the air by his neck somewhat like he'd done Claire. She could see Myrnin's hands constricting around the vampire's throat. The redness died in them and actual fear replaced it.
Myrnin was going to kill him. She couldn't allow that. She knew that Myrnin would regret it if he actually accomplished it. Myrnin's voice evened out and she could tell that he wasn't smiling at all. "She belongs to me." Claire didn't want to imagine the look on Myrnin's face just then. She knew that if she did it would burn itself into her brain for a lot longer than she wanted. But she had to do something.
Her knees wobbled beneath her as she stood and weakly called out "Myrnin, don't."
He tilted his head back over his shoulders, turning his head and shoulders just enough so that Claire could catch a view of his profile…and the creepiest smile spreading across his face. Compared to the other vampire's red glowing eyes, Myrnin's were like giant rays that made fear course through Claire's veins. Was he past the point of reasoning? She didn't care, she took a step closer. "Please don't Myrnin. You don't want to do this."
"Oh, but I do Claire." His attention turned back towards the helpless looking vampire. "What else shall we do with him?"
Claire swallowed down her nerves. She racked her brain for answers. She knew that Myrnin would listen to her if she could come up with a valid argument, but what? Why shouldn't Myrnin kill the imposter? Everything in Claire said because it was wrong, because no one deserved to die by someone else's hands. When Myrnin got in these moods his conscience might as well have gone on vacation. He wouldn't listen to that, and Claire knew it. She just had to take a chance and blurt out the first thing that came to her brain.
"W-we can stake him, and then tie him up. He could give us some answers." Something flashed in Myrnin's eyes. Yes, she was on the right track. "Think about it," She inched closer. "He has to return back to Amelie or she'll be onto us. Why don't we try to convert him? It could work, and then he could be our spy."
She could tell that Myrnin was taking onto the idea, because she was too. "Very well," He shrugged, ripping open her backpack with his teeth and drawing the stake too fast for Claire to figure out if he'd actually moved at all. The stake went soundlessly into the vampire who gave a small twitch and then fell to the ground with a loud thud. Myrnin's nostrils flared and he made a disgusted face.
Claire could actually breathe. All of the tension in her body started the slow process of melting its way out. Myrnin was beginning to complain about something by the looks of his eyebrows, but he stopped cold as soon as he turned his full attention on Claire. She looked back at him confused, and slightly woozy. Her tongue felt thick and sort of useless. You'd think she would have gotten used to being in altercations like that. It wasn't anything new, but facing death over and over just wasn't something her body could ever adapt to.
All of the expressions on Myrnin's face wiped clean away. He was eying her so intently Claire had to check and make sure that she wasn't naked. "What?" She asked meekly. Really, why was he staring at her like she was…like she was a piece of meat? Oh. Claire could still taste all of the copper on her tongue. She squeezed her tongue against the roof of her mouth and tried to swallow down most of it. It immediately began to pour into her mouth like a fountain and Claire started to panic. How hard had she bitten it? And oh god, why was he still staring at her like that? She decided it would be in her best interests to play it cool.
"Huh, yeah, I bit my tongue. That's weird?" Her laugh came out a little too shaky. Myrnin moved towards her like a statue coming back to life. Everything in Claire told her to run, but she knew that it wouldn't do her any good. He would just chase her, and there was no coming back from that. She stood very still wishing herself invisible. He didn't stop a foot from Claire—he didn't even stop an inch from Claire. His body was literally pressed up against hers as if he was trying to force her to take a step back. She wouldn't, she had to stand her ground. Besides, she was only a little bit terrified.
They stood like that for what seemed like forever. Myrnin was looking into her eyes like a hawk sweeping down on its prey. She couldn't help looking back into his eyes like a prey either, because truly she was. Her heart was beating out of her chest so loudly that she could hear it all around her. She knew that Myrnin had to too, and that it was probably only egging him on.
His hands came up around her face and he dragged her to him. There wasn't much space left for them to close in on, and Claire's frantic breathing was all that made up that short space. This kiss was a little different from their last kiss. For one, this time Myrnin's tongue immediately went into her mouth. She knew that he was after her blood, but kissed him back anyway. She couldn't help it. It was like feeding fire.
He let go of her face to grab one of her thighs which he wrapped around his waist. Claire was a lot shorter than him so in order to bring them at a more even level she had to become air born again. Without putting much thought into it, Claire's hands were grabbing and pulling at Myrnin's hands so that she could hoist herself up a bit further. Myrnin's hands were hungrier than his tongue was. He was gripping onto all kinds of fabrics, stopping himself just barely from tearing them off of her body completely. He started that low growl in the back of his throat again that sent electricity through Claire's body. She pulled away from his lips to take in a gasping breath for air. Some of her blood lingered on Myrnin's teeth as he flashed them at her. A current of fear spiked Claire's veins and made her knees weak. He knocked the portal machine clean off of the table and threw Claire onto her back.
Her head was spinning. She wasn't thinking of anything but how every single part of her ached to be touched. She felt his hands grabbing at her thighs again, his thumbs daring the inside of her thighs. She had to close her eyes. His lips were at her neck and Myrnin seemed to be breathing her in. She was on the verge of being irrational, because god, she could feel him everywhere. She could feel the hardness in his jeans pressing up against her and the urgency in his fingers.
She wanted it, and she almost didn't care if he decided to bite her.
Almost
"Myrnin," She whispered breathlessly. His lips paused and he drew away from her neck. He was looking down at her with red glowing eyes that she watched die slowly. He was regaining his composure, his bloodlust leaking out slowly in short frizzy fumes. It looked painful, so Claire put a hand to his cheek. He gave her a slight smile, but his heart was hardly in it.
"I don't know what you've done to me." He said. He sounded like a man accepting a horrible fate; one Claire had to ponder over. She didn't like seeing him like that, but she was starting to feel it too. It was like a dawning of hopelessness settling over them.
What they did was wrong.
It was wrong the first time, now it had gone too far. And guess which part sucked the most? Claire was so very sad that it was wrong, and that he could never touch her like that again.
