Title: Him and Her
Disclaimer: Him and Her and Alexis are mine, nightworld concepts belong to LJ Smith I'm just using and abusing them
Summary: She hates Him, He hates Her and They both hate their link or something to that effect. (I hope)
He paused before entering the house; he had never been here to Her home. It looked secure enough but looks can be deceiving. He knew he didn't have to see Her, but She had disobeyed him when he left and now it was time for Her to say sorry.
He twisted the handle to admit himself to the house and to the long narrow entranceway. A gloomy grandfather ticked impatiently, he smiled at the photos and paintings that decorated the hall, photos of Her as a child Her fluffy baby hair curling uncontrollably in any direction. She was beautiful, as much as She would deny it. She would make a magnificent vampire, those long spider-like stems stalking Her prey. She would be one of the one of the best, if he ever got permission to change Her.
That was the first thing he thought about when he found out what She was. Something had always made him wonder about that academically ambitious girl that was so obviously out of place in that little excuse for a school. Every guy in that place saw She was beautiful, they tried to make something of it when She first came there, but they realised quickly that She wasn't that type of girl and She wasn't another one of those night world sluts that had come to this town, this girl was human and didn't belong here. Her silent exile from the other teenagers made him wonder and want to corrupt this perfect example of a student. But he had never imagined that She could ever be the other half of his empty soul. He always thought he didn't need one and that maybe there wasn't one out there for him.
But Oh boy was he wrong.
He took the first right into what he guessed was the family room and was very surprised at what he found there. She was sitting there on one of the couches, TV off, knitting. He rose an eyebrow at Her activity. Girls like Her didn't knit, and especially didn't sit at home on a warm sunny day in the middle of the summer holidays and knit. She looked up at him with Her flecked amber eyes that didn't give any hint to what emotion She was feeling at seeing him again. Her soft square cheekbones were passive, like Her round dry pale lips.
She had trained Herself well, he thought seeing no emotion on Her expressionless face.
She continued knitting. The handy work of her fingers gave no clue either. She had absolute control over every single action that She made.
This surprised him more than the knitting. He had heard that She had slipped into a depressed state after he had left and Her mother had sent Her away to live with some elderly relative, but unless that relative knew how to control her muscles, She could have never have learnt to do that.
Then he realised the obvious. She had changed emotionally, just like he had changed physically.
He smiled at Her. She just looked at him with no apparent interest as he plopped into the couch beside Her. "What's the matter gorgeous?" he asked.
"Leave." She told him in a flat monotone voice.
He reached across moving closer to Her to touch her bare thigh that was revealed due to the plain cargo mini skirt she wore. She had finished the row and turned on him before his hand made it. Pressing his back into the seat of the couch, She was on top of him with Her knitting needle pressed firmly against his neck. Her body pressing against his. Her face now revealing menace that he sometimes wore on his own.
He realised now that the knitting needle was made of wood and was slightly confused because most knitting needles were made of strong metal and occasionally with plastic, but nevertheless the needle against his throat was wooden and had an unreasonable sharp point.
He moved his hands to hold Her waist and felt the tiny tingles of the soulmate link as his fingers brushed Her skin. She didn't even flinch, instead She grinned insanely.
His crazed beautiful soulmate had managed to do what he had been trying to do the whole time he had been here before. She had achieved the impossible. Not only blocking out emotions but the magnetic soulmate link.
And now She had a demented grin on Her face that he decided should have never ever graced Her face. He rolled with Her off the couch and landed on the Oriental rug beside it. Her underneath him, he felt a thick honey like liquid break through his skin. He grabbed Her wrist and pinned Her down.
This was not what he had expected.
She glared at him, Her tawny eyes turning into ice. She was meant to be submissive. He had made Her submissive. He was meant to have the control, the power over Her. Not the other way round, but still he felt himself falling for Her. Her breath mingled with his, as their lips were bare millimetres apart. He felt her struggle beneath him as his lips brushed Hers.
~Get off of me! ~ the link had drawn him to Her amber-mine psyche.
~No.~ he sent to Her gently, loving the feel of Her mind around his although it was fighting to kick him out every second.
~Why'd you have to come back? ~ She demanded, She tried kissing him back to get him to forget he had Her pinned down.
~Business, ~ he replied ~If I let you go do you promise not to try and kill me with that knitting needle? ~
~I wasn't really trying to kill you. I just wanted to hurt you. ~
~Why? ~
"Do you have any idea what you did to me?" She asked verbally, shaking him out of Her mind, their faces were an inch a part and he looked down into Her amber eyes the brown flecks seemed to be getting larger with her anger.
He sighed and let go of Her wrists She tried to sit up but he was still sitting on top of Her so She lied back down.
"Do you have any idea what you did to me?" he asked Her back. She had made him question his identity, he knew he had treated Her badly, but he wasn't going to become one of those damned Daybreakers for Her.
Her eyes widened at that question.
"Seriously, I may have treated you worse than anyone would treat their dog no matter how much they hated it. But do you know what you did to me?" he asked Her.
"No. Not only did you treat me like a possession, you fucked me up in the head. You know, school isn't the only reason why mum sent me away. She sent me away to get mental treatment. I was in a psych ward for a month because of you. " She retaliated.
"You made me hate myself, you. You made me hate my own race. I hated you so much for making me feel like I did whenever you were around. I hated you for making me love you. I never wanted to be connected to another being night world or other wise. I never wanted this. I tried to tell myself that I could push you around like another one of my playthings. I guess I did in the end. But I hated you so much for this," he raged at Her, it was true after all. He did hate Her, his other half, his soulmate. He blamed Her for their connection.
"You hated me? I gave you everything. I sure as hell didn't want to give anything to you, but you took it any way. So it was easier just to give it, but still you kept on taking."
Silence filled the air, the tension between them rose. She was glaring at him and he was glaring back.
He sighed, "I can't believe I'm going to offer this," he closed his eyes, "Come back with me. Since you think I all I ever did was take. Come back with me. Let me give you something,"
She stared at him again like he was the one with the mental problems. He supposed he was seeing as he was offering to take Her back with him, and She knew what he was offering. He was offering to change Her.
"What? And become apart of your underground society? I have a family, I have a mother a father, a annoying little brother and an eccentric aunty. I have friends-"
"So? Become apart of my family. Make new friends." He cut Her off.
"Why are you even thinking of this?" She asked him.
"I dunno," he replied, looking down at her face again, he touched her cheek lightly not really realising what he was doing, "Maybe because as much as I hate you for it, I love you."
"Thanks, really. That's the most romantic way I've ever been told that." She snapped, trying to slide away from under him.
"Some one else told you that?" he asked the jealousy in his voice making it thicker than usual.
She laughed at him, "Believe it or not someone else loves me, and he doesn't hate me for it," the shock of what She was saying made him let Her slip out. He loved Her, and it hurt because before, he knew that She reluctantly loved him back. Now...he wasn't sure of anything.
"Do...Do you love him back?" he asked, not wanting to admit that he was scared of the answer.
"Did," was Her one word answer. It relieved him in a twisted way, did as in not any more, "You see, this," She gestured to him and then back to herself, "Always got in the way."
She sat next to him at a wary distance on the floor, Her face turned away from him. He moved closer to Her to him and without using the link to manipulate her actions pulled her gently in to his arms. She didn't really look at him as She went to his arms. He saw a tiny drop of liquid trickle down Her cheek as he closed his arms around Her. She rested Her head in the nook of his neck and he felt Her hair tickle his chin. He kissed the top of Her head swearing to himself that he was going to protect Her now. He was going to protect Her from everything. Including himself.
Disclaimer: Him and Her and Alexis are mine, nightworld concepts belong to LJ Smith I'm just using and abusing them
Summary: She hates Him, He hates Her and They both hate their link or something to that effect. (I hope)
He paused before entering the house; he had never been here to Her home. It looked secure enough but looks can be deceiving. He knew he didn't have to see Her, but She had disobeyed him when he left and now it was time for Her to say sorry.
He twisted the handle to admit himself to the house and to the long narrow entranceway. A gloomy grandfather ticked impatiently, he smiled at the photos and paintings that decorated the hall, photos of Her as a child Her fluffy baby hair curling uncontrollably in any direction. She was beautiful, as much as She would deny it. She would make a magnificent vampire, those long spider-like stems stalking Her prey. She would be one of the one of the best, if he ever got permission to change Her.
That was the first thing he thought about when he found out what She was. Something had always made him wonder about that academically ambitious girl that was so obviously out of place in that little excuse for a school. Every guy in that place saw She was beautiful, they tried to make something of it when She first came there, but they realised quickly that She wasn't that type of girl and She wasn't another one of those night world sluts that had come to this town, this girl was human and didn't belong here. Her silent exile from the other teenagers made him wonder and want to corrupt this perfect example of a student. But he had never imagined that She could ever be the other half of his empty soul. He always thought he didn't need one and that maybe there wasn't one out there for him.
But Oh boy was he wrong.
He took the first right into what he guessed was the family room and was very surprised at what he found there. She was sitting there on one of the couches, TV off, knitting. He rose an eyebrow at Her activity. Girls like Her didn't knit, and especially didn't sit at home on a warm sunny day in the middle of the summer holidays and knit. She looked up at him with Her flecked amber eyes that didn't give any hint to what emotion She was feeling at seeing him again. Her soft square cheekbones were passive, like Her round dry pale lips.
She had trained Herself well, he thought seeing no emotion on Her expressionless face.
She continued knitting. The handy work of her fingers gave no clue either. She had absolute control over every single action that She made.
This surprised him more than the knitting. He had heard that She had slipped into a depressed state after he had left and Her mother had sent Her away to live with some elderly relative, but unless that relative knew how to control her muscles, She could have never have learnt to do that.
Then he realised the obvious. She had changed emotionally, just like he had changed physically.
He smiled at Her. She just looked at him with no apparent interest as he plopped into the couch beside Her. "What's the matter gorgeous?" he asked.
"Leave." She told him in a flat monotone voice.
He reached across moving closer to Her to touch her bare thigh that was revealed due to the plain cargo mini skirt she wore. She had finished the row and turned on him before his hand made it. Pressing his back into the seat of the couch, She was on top of him with Her knitting needle pressed firmly against his neck. Her body pressing against his. Her face now revealing menace that he sometimes wore on his own.
He realised now that the knitting needle was made of wood and was slightly confused because most knitting needles were made of strong metal and occasionally with plastic, but nevertheless the needle against his throat was wooden and had an unreasonable sharp point.
He moved his hands to hold Her waist and felt the tiny tingles of the soulmate link as his fingers brushed Her skin. She didn't even flinch, instead She grinned insanely.
His crazed beautiful soulmate had managed to do what he had been trying to do the whole time he had been here before. She had achieved the impossible. Not only blocking out emotions but the magnetic soulmate link.
And now She had a demented grin on Her face that he decided should have never ever graced Her face. He rolled with Her off the couch and landed on the Oriental rug beside it. Her underneath him, he felt a thick honey like liquid break through his skin. He grabbed Her wrist and pinned Her down.
This was not what he had expected.
She glared at him, Her tawny eyes turning into ice. She was meant to be submissive. He had made Her submissive. He was meant to have the control, the power over Her. Not the other way round, but still he felt himself falling for Her. Her breath mingled with his, as their lips were bare millimetres apart. He felt her struggle beneath him as his lips brushed Hers.
~Get off of me! ~ the link had drawn him to Her amber-mine psyche.
~No.~ he sent to Her gently, loving the feel of Her mind around his although it was fighting to kick him out every second.
~Why'd you have to come back? ~ She demanded, She tried kissing him back to get him to forget he had Her pinned down.
~Business, ~ he replied ~If I let you go do you promise not to try and kill me with that knitting needle? ~
~I wasn't really trying to kill you. I just wanted to hurt you. ~
~Why? ~
"Do you have any idea what you did to me?" She asked verbally, shaking him out of Her mind, their faces were an inch a part and he looked down into Her amber eyes the brown flecks seemed to be getting larger with her anger.
He sighed and let go of Her wrists She tried to sit up but he was still sitting on top of Her so She lied back down.
"Do you have any idea what you did to me?" he asked Her back. She had made him question his identity, he knew he had treated Her badly, but he wasn't going to become one of those damned Daybreakers for Her.
Her eyes widened at that question.
"Seriously, I may have treated you worse than anyone would treat their dog no matter how much they hated it. But do you know what you did to me?" he asked Her.
"No. Not only did you treat me like a possession, you fucked me up in the head. You know, school isn't the only reason why mum sent me away. She sent me away to get mental treatment. I was in a psych ward for a month because of you. " She retaliated.
"You made me hate myself, you. You made me hate my own race. I hated you so much for making me feel like I did whenever you were around. I hated you for making me love you. I never wanted to be connected to another being night world or other wise. I never wanted this. I tried to tell myself that I could push you around like another one of my playthings. I guess I did in the end. But I hated you so much for this," he raged at Her, it was true after all. He did hate Her, his other half, his soulmate. He blamed Her for their connection.
"You hated me? I gave you everything. I sure as hell didn't want to give anything to you, but you took it any way. So it was easier just to give it, but still you kept on taking."
Silence filled the air, the tension between them rose. She was glaring at him and he was glaring back.
He sighed, "I can't believe I'm going to offer this," he closed his eyes, "Come back with me. Since you think I all I ever did was take. Come back with me. Let me give you something,"
She stared at him again like he was the one with the mental problems. He supposed he was seeing as he was offering to take Her back with him, and She knew what he was offering. He was offering to change Her.
"What? And become apart of your underground society? I have a family, I have a mother a father, a annoying little brother and an eccentric aunty. I have friends-"
"So? Become apart of my family. Make new friends." He cut Her off.
"Why are you even thinking of this?" She asked him.
"I dunno," he replied, looking down at her face again, he touched her cheek lightly not really realising what he was doing, "Maybe because as much as I hate you for it, I love you."
"Thanks, really. That's the most romantic way I've ever been told that." She snapped, trying to slide away from under him.
"Some one else told you that?" he asked the jealousy in his voice making it thicker than usual.
She laughed at him, "Believe it or not someone else loves me, and he doesn't hate me for it," the shock of what She was saying made him let Her slip out. He loved Her, and it hurt because before, he knew that She reluctantly loved him back. Now...he wasn't sure of anything.
"Do...Do you love him back?" he asked, not wanting to admit that he was scared of the answer.
"Did," was Her one word answer. It relieved him in a twisted way, did as in not any more, "You see, this," She gestured to him and then back to herself, "Always got in the way."
She sat next to him at a wary distance on the floor, Her face turned away from him. He moved closer to Her to him and without using the link to manipulate her actions pulled her gently in to his arms. She didn't really look at him as She went to his arms. He saw a tiny drop of liquid trickle down Her cheek as he closed his arms around Her. She rested Her head in the nook of his neck and he felt Her hair tickle his chin. He kissed the top of Her head swearing to himself that he was going to protect Her now. He was going to protect Her from everything. Including himself.