Slowly, though, there was a soft sound rushing in her ears - somewhere, in
her dimmed senses, the lethargy and helplessness that had come with this,
Brianna could hear a sound ebbing and flowing in her head. Under her
ears.
A sound that resounded from her chest.
Delicate murmur leaking through lips that had been unmoving, a trembling whisper over the internal backbeat of her life.
A pulse.
"Help me." The timid sound made him stop in his tracks, and eyes the color of the arctic skies fell upon Brianna's seemingly lifeless form. Gaze narrowed slightly.
Paying attention for...something.
The rise and fall of her breathing.
Breathing.
Red clouded his vision as tears of blood started to fall from the vampire's face. A unnecessary sigh, one of relief, even if they weren't out of the clear yet.
She was alive. Barely, and he knew that he needed to calm himself before he could do anything that would be of her benefit, to save her, but at the very least -
There was still a bit of life there.
In that moment, his eyes turned to the wounds still present on her throat, the tiny bit of blood that remained seeping there - it was strange how the wound could still be bleeding, but it called to the monster inside, as if it would be all right, just this once...
"Don't." The faint voice stopped him in his tracks, and Brianna's eyes opened once more, lashes flickering slowly. It was obvious that she was still living in a haze of confusion, but it was starting to clear.
Slowly.
That didn't mean she wasn't completely aware of what had happened; only what was going on now, and the way he stared at her with red-tinged gaze. Silent. Still.
But still watching.
The stare held both of them for a long moment - predator and weakened prey.
A lion staring at a pale gazelle in an injured state.
No. NO. Those images couldn't play in his mind; not with Brianna. He'd been so careful, so cautious to stay away from her when the beast rose within him, and yet there she was, laying - helpless, as far as he could tell, with the wound still fresh, blood slowly starting to dry on her neck.
Was she even aware of it? How close to a frenzy he was?
"I take you as my duty, I take you as my life..." His breath became ragged, and he stepped closer to Brianna, the girl moving back a bit in her bed, eyes wide. She wasn't certain that she could duck out of this, if she could stop him this time, but...
"Please..." The whimper shook from Brianna's throat, and she wondered if this was how it would end.
Footsteps approached.
He reached his destination, and the vampire reached a hand out to gently brush Brianna's hair from her face.
He moved - to watch her, to drown himself in her consciousness, into the pulse of a barely beating lifedrum...
An unneccesary breath grazed against her collarbone. Eyes the color of ice watched, unblinking, as she studied the dried blood tears on his face.
Another moment, suspended in time.
"In time, I could take you as my childe." Moment broken. Gaze broken. He moves away from her, guilt of past sins enveloping a half-darkened soul.
He was ever thankful.
"But not now."
"Not now," She repeated, still awestruck by the force there, by an unearthly beauty like she had never seen before. Something there tugged at her senses, made her want whatever it was he was offering -
But once he pulled away, she knew better.
Dangerous.
Switchblade.
Concern to chaos and returned.
"I'll be all right." Voice still delicate, dangerously weak. She would not go to the hospital, she would see no doctor. A surge of power in her veins would promise her well-being.
A power of life, at her quaking fingertips.
"The only question is...will you...?"
It was then the world again went black for Brianna, as rest was well needed.
Rest - until the morning.
Morning - held her safe.
The sun would set before the angel rose again.
A sound that resounded from her chest.
Delicate murmur leaking through lips that had been unmoving, a trembling whisper over the internal backbeat of her life.
A pulse.
"Help me." The timid sound made him stop in his tracks, and eyes the color of the arctic skies fell upon Brianna's seemingly lifeless form. Gaze narrowed slightly.
Paying attention for...something.
The rise and fall of her breathing.
Breathing.
Red clouded his vision as tears of blood started to fall from the vampire's face. A unnecessary sigh, one of relief, even if they weren't out of the clear yet.
She was alive. Barely, and he knew that he needed to calm himself before he could do anything that would be of her benefit, to save her, but at the very least -
There was still a bit of life there.
In that moment, his eyes turned to the wounds still present on her throat, the tiny bit of blood that remained seeping there - it was strange how the wound could still be bleeding, but it called to the monster inside, as if it would be all right, just this once...
"Don't." The faint voice stopped him in his tracks, and Brianna's eyes opened once more, lashes flickering slowly. It was obvious that she was still living in a haze of confusion, but it was starting to clear.
Slowly.
That didn't mean she wasn't completely aware of what had happened; only what was going on now, and the way he stared at her with red-tinged gaze. Silent. Still.
But still watching.
The stare held both of them for a long moment - predator and weakened prey.
A lion staring at a pale gazelle in an injured state.
No. NO. Those images couldn't play in his mind; not with Brianna. He'd been so careful, so cautious to stay away from her when the beast rose within him, and yet there she was, laying - helpless, as far as he could tell, with the wound still fresh, blood slowly starting to dry on her neck.
Was she even aware of it? How close to a frenzy he was?
"I take you as my duty, I take you as my life..." His breath became ragged, and he stepped closer to Brianna, the girl moving back a bit in her bed, eyes wide. She wasn't certain that she could duck out of this, if she could stop him this time, but...
"Please..." The whimper shook from Brianna's throat, and she wondered if this was how it would end.
Footsteps approached.
He reached his destination, and the vampire reached a hand out to gently brush Brianna's hair from her face.
He moved - to watch her, to drown himself in her consciousness, into the pulse of a barely beating lifedrum...
An unneccesary breath grazed against her collarbone. Eyes the color of ice watched, unblinking, as she studied the dried blood tears on his face.
Another moment, suspended in time.
"In time, I could take you as my childe." Moment broken. Gaze broken. He moves away from her, guilt of past sins enveloping a half-darkened soul.
He was ever thankful.
"But not now."
"Not now," She repeated, still awestruck by the force there, by an unearthly beauty like she had never seen before. Something there tugged at her senses, made her want whatever it was he was offering -
But once he pulled away, she knew better.
Dangerous.
Switchblade.
Concern to chaos and returned.
"I'll be all right." Voice still delicate, dangerously weak. She would not go to the hospital, she would see no doctor. A surge of power in her veins would promise her well-being.
A power of life, at her quaking fingertips.
"The only question is...will you...?"
It was then the world again went black for Brianna, as rest was well needed.
Rest - until the morning.
Morning - held her safe.
The sun would set before the angel rose again.