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"Lucio…?"

Lucio took another step forward, his eyes glowering as they flickered between Eva and the silly adolescent. Eva in turn, took a tentative step forward between them. The self-inflicted torture was having its desired effect; Lucio was becoming mad with blood lust – the one person Eva thought had self control that paralleled hers.

"Lucio, calm down," she whispered as gently and loving as she could manage.

"Don't get in my way," he growled in a voice sinister and new.

"We need to just walk away…"

"You've tasted blood; you don't understand what it's like to never be satiated."

Eva thought back to her brief bite, she'd hardly call that satiated, but she realised she shouldn't be listening to his mindless arguments while he was in this state. Taking a bold step between Lucio and the shaking but confident faced martyr, Eva released a low warning growl. Lucio had a few years on her, but Eva could take him if she had her wits about her and he didn't.

There was a pregnant pause as Lucio snarled at her, his eyes a deep dark reddish brown. They seemed stony and far away, giving Lucio a dark expression Eva never thought she'd see on the gentle boy. They suddenly started to clear, his gaze beginning to focus.

Behind Eva, the boy was scrabbling at the earth to pull himself upright.

"We need to just go back and leave all this," she whispered, stepping forward slowly. Eva decided the best approach was a gentle one. She reached to take Lucio's hand.

The boy ripped the last shred of his trouser leg away, and clawed at the wound until his finger felt the jagged shard of metal from the car door that had injured him so badly. With a gut wrenching shriek of pain, he ripped it out.

Eva was hurled sideways, and Lucio sprang forward. Eva was on her feet as she landed, and threw herself on Lucio to pull him back. The blood flow from the boy's leg was beginning to cloud even Eva's senses, but she mentally talked to herself to keep her mind of it. She thought of Lucio as she struggled with him. She thought of meeting him for the first time.

"Miss Hunter?" a glassy voice inquired. Eva didn't jump this time, she was almost getting use to these people taking her by surprise.

"Yes, that's me." Her eyes met a new vampire as she looked upwards. He was incredibly attractive, she imagined Spanish originally as his skin, while still having that dusty quality, was somewhat coloured and his almond eyes we're more gentle than some of the others.

Yes, she'd mentally remarked on how handsome he was. This boy she was wrestling away from certain death. She never imagined she could take on a male, never the less a male vampire, but there she was. He was mindlessly throwing himself towards the source of the blood, so Eva had the advantage of quick thinking to block his advances. The boy was bleeding to death as they fought not metres from his body. His eyes were becoming glassy and his deep moans of pain were lulling to murmurs. His blood though, there was so much of it. It smelt so sweet.

"I am Lucio." Definitely Spanish. "I work for Felipe de Castro and am here to talk to you tonight about his proposition."

"Do you know your name means light?" Eva said absentmindedly. He gave a short boyish chuckle, out of character of your typical vampire. Eva wondered if he was still young, turned recently. There seemed to be more gentleness and life in his eyes than the others, but maybe it was more about attitude or how much they fed rather than age. She wasn't that in the loop on vamps.

"No I did not, how do you know that?" he inquired, taking her hand and leading her towards the bar.

"I ended up watching a Spanish novella one afternoon, with subtitles of course, and a character, Lucio, was talking about his name. When you work in the night and sleep for the first half of the day, you find yourself watching crap daytime telly a lot. Not to say Spanish television is crap, just this particular show…"

Lucio gave another laugh, deeper and longer this time, as they walked through the bar and settled on stools.

"You are quite entertaining Miss Hunter."

It was like remembering a dream, thinking back on this defining moment within her human life. They'd joked, and she'd been the distracted absent minded girl she'd always been. When she became vampire, she thought faster, became more focused. She missed not knowing what would come out her mouth next. The only time she found herself at ease and having a truly casual conversation was with Lucio. She didn't have to think everything through so much. It was easy, natural.

She'd noted the sweetness and gentility in his eyes that still made her comfortable and happy now.

He clawed at her to get free of her. She was sat atop him, pinning him down with all her strength, while he struggled against her. She batted him away quickly and suddenly, remembering his loveliness, felt a determination to calm him back to the old Lucio she knew and loved, loved so much.

The boy was good as dead behind them, his face paler than when they'd first pulled him out the car. He was also silent and still. So much blood, they could drain him…he was dead anyway…

No, they'd be dead if they tucked in.

Eva decided she was sick of wrestling with him. She suspected a small part of him was holding back from ripping her head off, as he could so easily. She raised her wrist to her mouth, which meant removing it from holding Lucio down. He took advantage of this and threw her off. She bit down on her wrist as she landed with a thud on her back. Lucio threw himself at the corpse and the bomb, and Eva threw herself once again at him. As she grabbed him, she pressed her already healing wrist against his fang bearing mouth.

Lucio latched on, biting deeper to open up the closing wound some more. Eva gritted her teeth as he drank from her desperately, and pulled him back while he was distracted from another source of blood. They stumbled backwards, Eva trying not to yelp from the slight pain, and Lucio so greatly preoccupied.

They spent a few minutes, Lucio consuming her blood, sucking deeply from her wrist. Eva was beginning to feel feint, which she didn't think Vampires could, but he'd taken so much from her and she didn't drink blood to begin with. She pulled away from him, and he held onto her for a while then let her back away and sit down on the cold ground.

Lucio's eyes flooded with sweetness and calm once more as he stared at Eva, whose head was reeling from a massive blood loss. Lucio could still smell the salivating smell of blood from the boy's corpse, but his senses were somewhat more about him now, and he took notice of the situation.

He bent down before Eva, brushing her hair from her face to smile at her gratefully. Eva was feeling a great surge of love for him despite the fact he'd almost just drank her dry, and she meekly let him take care of her as he scooped her up gently and took the pair of them away from the ticking bomb and corpse that was the source of so much trouble.