Ozmandayus crept slowly into the master bedroom, moving like a black
panther. He stealthily steps closer to the bed, dressed completely in black
from head to toe as to blend in the shadows of the darkened room. Stopping
about a foot from the bed, he gazes down at the woman, no…thing, before
him. She's wearing a pair of deep red wine colored silk shorts and a
matching baby tank top. As his eyes take in her softly curled honey-colored
hair, with the low light glinting off of the red highlights, he begins to
question whether she could truly be evil. She looked so angelic, dusky
lashes resting on pale, elegant high cheekbones. Her hand rests hear her
cheek, curled into a tiny fist…her bare legs were bent at the knee, curled
into her stomach in a fetal position. The sheets had tangled around her
calves and waist. If she were human, she would have shivered from the cold…
'But she's not human.' Day reminds himself mentally.
Looking away from her, he removes the stake from the inside of his jacket. When he looks back down, she's staring right back at him, blue eyes wide. He jumps, startled.
'Uh oh…' he thinks. 'Busted.'
Surprisingly though, VelvetBlood didn't automatically try to tear his throat out for invading her territory. Not only was he deep inside the B/S lines of Effulgia, but he was also in her bedroom, a place even some of her closest BAP associates weren't allowed to tread. Instead, she looks at him with something akin to pain on her face, taking in the stake and knowing his intentions. He was going to dust her while she slept.
"Ozy…?" she questions softly.
Ozmandayus looks away. Only she called him that. The rest called him by his full name, or by Day. He knew she did it to annoy him. Everything she did was to annoy him. Just as he's about to say something she suddenly sits up, her eyes blazing.
"What in the fuck are you doing here?" she shouts at him.
'Ah, now this is the Velvy I know and hate.' He smirks to himself.
"What does it look like?" he asks, holding up the stake, and sighing as though it were obvious. Which it was…
"You were going to dust me?" she asks, her voice slipping back into the soft, hurt tone she'd used when she first woke up.
Day looks at her like she's insane. "Of course, I was going to dust you! Hello? Mortal enemies now!"
VelvetBlood shakes her head, letting out an angry sigh. "I can't believe you!"
"Oh, and pray tell, why not?" Day humors her sarcastically.
Velvet just gives him a hurt expression. "In my sleep. You were going to stake me in my sleep. You wouldn't even give me the respect of a final battle, huh? Duel to the death, blood and glory, and all that. You were just going to dust me while I was defenseless…"
Day looks at her, stunned. He didn't know why he'd chosen this night of all nights to sneak into her bedroom and dust her in her sleep like a coward. He too wanted them to go out in a blaze of glory, fighting one another. They were each other's only worthy opponents, and they both knew it. Pulling himself away from his thoughts, he looks at her coldly.
"You're a demon. A THING! You don't deserve respect." He tells her without feeling.
Velvet gasps angrily, then suddenly rips the sheets away from her, drawing herself up on her knees in front of him so that they're eye to eye.
"Fine! Do it, Oz! Go ahead…stake me! C'mon, don't tell me you're gonna back down now! DO IT!" she screams at him.
Day draws his stake back, ready to plunge it into her chest, but hesitates. He tries to shake the feeling of unwanted hesitation away, but once again can't bring himself to stake her. Instead he looks up at her face, in its righteous fury, and violently pulls her to him for a long, passionate kiss.
Velvet goes stock still, shocked beyond reason at Oz's actions. His mouth is urgent on hers and before long, she finds herself kissing him back just as passionately. She moans into his mouth as his tongue caresses her own, arching into him and holding him closer.
The feel of her soft, cool lips was driving him crazy. Her tongue, while cold, was silky and smooth, twisting against his sensuously. At her soft moan, he suddenly comes back to reality, pulling away from her abruptly and pushing her away. Velvet makes a small whimper of disapproval, and looks at him in confusion.
Day glares at her, panting for breath. He'd just kissed VelvetBlood…his mortal enemy, a vampire! And he'd loved every second of it.
'Oh God…'
In a fit of panic, he raises the stake and plunges it deep into her cold, unmoving chest. She gasps, her eyes going wide in shock, as one hand comes up to grasp the blunt end of the stake protruding from her chest. She looks down, watching the blood flow from the wide, gaping hole around the stake. Blood runs down her body freely and pools on the bed beneath her. When her eyes meet his again, they're clouded and distant.
'What? She's not dusting…' he thinks frantically.
"Ozy…" she breathes, before slumping down on the bed, dead.
******
Day sits up in bed, panting and sweating as though he'd just run a marathon.
"God, no. Please no!" he begs breathlessly.
TBC
'But she's not human.' Day reminds himself mentally.
Looking away from her, he removes the stake from the inside of his jacket. When he looks back down, she's staring right back at him, blue eyes wide. He jumps, startled.
'Uh oh…' he thinks. 'Busted.'
Surprisingly though, VelvetBlood didn't automatically try to tear his throat out for invading her territory. Not only was he deep inside the B/S lines of Effulgia, but he was also in her bedroom, a place even some of her closest BAP associates weren't allowed to tread. Instead, she looks at him with something akin to pain on her face, taking in the stake and knowing his intentions. He was going to dust her while she slept.
"Ozy…?" she questions softly.
Ozmandayus looks away. Only she called him that. The rest called him by his full name, or by Day. He knew she did it to annoy him. Everything she did was to annoy him. Just as he's about to say something she suddenly sits up, her eyes blazing.
"What in the fuck are you doing here?" she shouts at him.
'Ah, now this is the Velvy I know and hate.' He smirks to himself.
"What does it look like?" he asks, holding up the stake, and sighing as though it were obvious. Which it was…
"You were going to dust me?" she asks, her voice slipping back into the soft, hurt tone she'd used when she first woke up.
Day looks at her like she's insane. "Of course, I was going to dust you! Hello? Mortal enemies now!"
VelvetBlood shakes her head, letting out an angry sigh. "I can't believe you!"
"Oh, and pray tell, why not?" Day humors her sarcastically.
Velvet just gives him a hurt expression. "In my sleep. You were going to stake me in my sleep. You wouldn't even give me the respect of a final battle, huh? Duel to the death, blood and glory, and all that. You were just going to dust me while I was defenseless…"
Day looks at her, stunned. He didn't know why he'd chosen this night of all nights to sneak into her bedroom and dust her in her sleep like a coward. He too wanted them to go out in a blaze of glory, fighting one another. They were each other's only worthy opponents, and they both knew it. Pulling himself away from his thoughts, he looks at her coldly.
"You're a demon. A THING! You don't deserve respect." He tells her without feeling.
Velvet gasps angrily, then suddenly rips the sheets away from her, drawing herself up on her knees in front of him so that they're eye to eye.
"Fine! Do it, Oz! Go ahead…stake me! C'mon, don't tell me you're gonna back down now! DO IT!" she screams at him.
Day draws his stake back, ready to plunge it into her chest, but hesitates. He tries to shake the feeling of unwanted hesitation away, but once again can't bring himself to stake her. Instead he looks up at her face, in its righteous fury, and violently pulls her to him for a long, passionate kiss.
Velvet goes stock still, shocked beyond reason at Oz's actions. His mouth is urgent on hers and before long, she finds herself kissing him back just as passionately. She moans into his mouth as his tongue caresses her own, arching into him and holding him closer.
The feel of her soft, cool lips was driving him crazy. Her tongue, while cold, was silky and smooth, twisting against his sensuously. At her soft moan, he suddenly comes back to reality, pulling away from her abruptly and pushing her away. Velvet makes a small whimper of disapproval, and looks at him in confusion.
Day glares at her, panting for breath. He'd just kissed VelvetBlood…his mortal enemy, a vampire! And he'd loved every second of it.
'Oh God…'
In a fit of panic, he raises the stake and plunges it deep into her cold, unmoving chest. She gasps, her eyes going wide in shock, as one hand comes up to grasp the blunt end of the stake protruding from her chest. She looks down, watching the blood flow from the wide, gaping hole around the stake. Blood runs down her body freely and pools on the bed beneath her. When her eyes meet his again, they're clouded and distant.
'What? She's not dusting…' he thinks frantically.
"Ozy…" she breathes, before slumping down on the bed, dead.
******
Day sits up in bed, panting and sweating as though he'd just run a marathon.
"God, no. Please no!" he begs breathlessly.
TBC