Good morrow! Chapter thirteen, although I hope I'm lucky and get lots of lovely reviews! You got yourselves another Latin title folks, and yes I am giving out points again! Haha :) Congratulations and felicitations to the one who goes by the name of 'alexilexi247' , last chapter's winner!...Yes, I may be taking this slightly too far, but hey, whatcha gonna do about it? Yeah :) Anywhooo I hope you like this chapter (it's written in Myrnin's point of view), don't forget to tell me what you think of it, cos there's no point in me writing if you're all thinking 'Holy Mother of God, this girl writes like a baboon's backside.' Not that you would, you're all far too nice. But still.
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'Vetita Amor'
Myrnin's POV (Just after Claire gives him her blood.)
As soon as everyone was gone, Amelie turned on me. I could see that she was struggling to keep her ice-cold expression intact.
"Do explain." She said simply, taking a seat on the couch that had only recently had Claire's blood washed from it. I could still taste her in my mouth. I felt my fangs slide down just thinking about drinking her blood, and my eyes flashed red. I regained control quickly, but Amelie noticed, and her eyes narrowed. She clearly thought I was threatening her. I smiled widely, making her eyes narrow even further. How easy it is to aggravate her!
"Myrnin. My patience wears thin."
I stopped smiling immediately. Does she really think her thinly veiled threats affect me?
"What?" I snapped. I crossed my arms and frowned, irritated at being reprimanded in my own home. Amelie sighed, pressing a hand to her temple.
"What. What in God's name possessed you to do that to yourself, Myrnin?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, Amelie." I said stubbornly.
She skewered me with her cold grey stare. "I am talking," She said frostily, "About your suicide attempt."
I shrugged vaguely, trying to avoid that particular conversation. No such luck.
"Myrnin, if I have to, I will send someone down here to watch you twenty-four seven."She said, and I knew she meant it. I glared at her furiously.
"Or you could just tell me what is wrong with you now, and save me the hassle." She continued, clearly growing tired of my stubbornness. Obviously, she didn't realise that there was no way on this godforsaken earth that I was willingly telling her why I had just tried to end my immortal life. I said nothing. Amelie's eyes flashed red.
"Myrnin, I don't have time for your childish games. Tell me now, or I will be forced to make an unpleasant decision to prevent this from happening again."
I decided not to find out what that was. I sat down fluidly, heaving an uncharacteristic sigh. Uncharacteristic for this side of me, anyway. Not that Amelie probably noticed the difference.
"Fine. Suit yourself. But I warn you now that you won't like what you are about to hear." I told her, half hoping she would change her mind and say she didn't want to know after all. Unfortunately she just nodded and waited for me to continue. I took deep breath, and felt the blood rise to my cheeks. "I-I...I think I may be...there is a small chance that- I am...attracted....to...Claire." I mumbled, not daring to meet Amelie's eye. I purposefully avoided the 'L' word, knowing that was a 'whole different kettle of fish' as they say. Unfortunately that was the very word I longed to use to describe my feelings towards the human girl. The phrase 'emotional turmoil' sprung to mind. Well, more shouldered its way in, really. There was a long silence, broken only by the incessant babble in my head. And Amelie couldn't hear that, so it must have been even longer for her.
"I see." Amelie said finally.
She closed her eyes, expression unreadable.
"So you told her, and she rejected you?" Amelie asked, assuming that was the reason for my violent 'suicide attempt'.
"No. Of course not." I scoffed, appalled at the very idea of telling Claire how I feel.
Amelie opened one eye. "What, then?"
I faltered, momentarily stumped. "I don't know." I admitted. "I- can't remember. I must have had a good reason though." I added as an afterthought. Amelie just stared at me as if I was completely insane.
"Do you mean to tell me that you tried to kill yourself without even knowing why?" She said incredulously, letting her mask slip momentarily. I didn't answer.
Eventually Amelie stood.
"I don't know what to tell you, Myrnin. Clearly you are truly mad now. I suggest you try to forget your feelings. You and Claire both have no choice but to work together for the foreseeable future. Not only would a...relationship endanger Claire's life, but ultimately yours, as I assume if and when you kill her then I will find it extremely hard to prevent her friends from killing you. And you know well that this town cannot exist without your mind." She paused, looking a little sad. "That is why I must expressly forbid any kind of...intimate relationship between Claire and yourself." She lokedat me sharply. "Am I understood?"
"Yes." I said stiffly.
She walked gracefully up the stairs, pausing at the top, and turning to me.
"I am sorry, Myrnin." She said, her tone softer.
I didn't respond. I just sat there, staring miserably into space. I tried to draw some comfort from the fact that I would still see Claire on a weekly basis. But that didn't stop the betraying tears from rolling down my cheeks.
My throat began to burn and ache like someone had poured sand down it, and I stood swiftly, running to the kitchen to grab a bag of blood from the fridge. I took the time to warm it in the microwave first (ingenious invention) before pouring some into a mug and taking it back into the lab.
I was almost halfway through my nutritious drink when I felt a portal open behind me. I smelt her before I saw her, and had to use an astonishing amount of self-control not to rush across the room and, well, eat her.
Claire.
She was still wearing the bloody clothes from earlier and she looked upset. It was very foolish of her not to have changed before she paid me a visit, and she was lucky I wasn't hungry anymore. Lucky I had already eaten. Lucky I had half-drained her not a few hours before. It was amazing she was able to walk around this soon, really.
"Claire? I thought you left."
"I came back." She said tersely. I could see that she was a little weak at the knees, however, so I offered her my chair with a bow. She looked a bit taken aback, then sat down.
I tried to muster up the courage to say something I wasn't used to saying, then mentally slapped myself into submission.
"Thank you, Claire."
"For what?"
"You saved my life." I said as sincerely as possible, looking her in the eyes. I really meant it. From what I had been told, Claire had willingly given her blood for me. Even though she knew there was a strong possibility that I might kill her. That meant more to me than she could ever begin to understand, mainly because it meant more to me than I would ever tell her.
"Oh." Claire said, surprised. She clearly hadn't expected a thanks, meaning that she really had acted selflessly. I didn't quite know what to do with the feelings that notion stirred inside of me.
"Myrnin?" She asked suddenly. "What happened exactly? All the blood...?"
So they hadn't told her then. Cringed inwardly as I imagined Claire's shocked face if she found out. Particularly if she discovered the reasons I had done it. Ignored the tiny part of me that wanted to tell her. That needed to tell her.
I wasn't used to the emotions young Claire was unwittingly making me feel, through her innocence. Almost too late I realised the beast inside me was beginning to stir.
I looked away from her delicate body, finding her fragileness far too seductive.
"I'd prefer not to talk about it." I said, managing to hide my internal battle from her with my quiet rebuff.
"Okay?" Said Claire, sounding confused.
I looked up, grinning at her expression. I could see her trying to figure me out. Little Claire, does she not know by now that is next to impossible. Even I do not know myself well enough to interpret all my moods correctly.
In the next moment Claire turned and looked into my eyes. I felt a spark of electricity fly from her to me and before I knew what I was doing, I was standing right in front of her, held captive in her eyes.
I saw her gaze trail down to my bare chest and stomach, then drop lower. I could do nothing to conceal the thrill I felt at her seeing my body. Luckily she didn't see the emotion that flitted across my face before I regained my composure.
However, I saw hers, and it was akin to the expression she often wore when she looked at that boy. I stood still, silently praying that I had not deluded myself. It wouldn't be the first time.
Suddenly Claire flew into motion, scraping her chair away from me and scrambling up, backing away from me.
I couldn't help myself. I saw the fear in her expression and a red haze came over my vision. Subtly, I sank into a predator's crouch, smiling slowly.
Claire knew what she had triggered.
"Stop. Stop it, Myrnin." She pleaded. Wrong decision. Weakness only made her more seductive. I seem to use that word a lot around Claire.
"Stop what, my dear?" I said silkily, gliding towards my prey. She took an unwilling step backwards, but held my gaze, begging with her eyes. I felt something stir in me, some emotion for this creature before me, but my bloodlust quickly won out. This was a human girl. The equivalent of lunch. However, her next words confused me.
"Making me feel...things." She whispered helplessly.
"If I were making you feel things, I hardly think you would be backing away from me right now." I said truthfully, taking a purposeful step towards her, deliberately trying to trigger the fight or flight mode in her brain.
She took a last, fatal step backwards and hit the wall behind her. I must remember to thank whoever put that there, I thought to myself.
I leaned forwards, breathing the delicious smell of her blood in. Beneath the smell of her blood, however, I could also smell Claire.
And she smelt amazing. My lips parted as I inhaled, fangs sliding into place. I was mixing bloodlust with lust, and that was dangerous.
Dangerous, but exciting. And...it felt good.
"Myrnin..." Claire whispered, her breathing becoming faster and shallower. She feebly tried to push me away, but I caught her wrists with ease and held them pinned to her sides.
I realised I was unconsciously gravitating towards her when my body touched hers. The contact sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine, and I found myself once again staring at her lips.
"Yes, Claire?" I purred, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear in a gesture so human I could tell it took her by surprise. I felt her tense underneath my touch, and gazed into her eyes, wordlessly begging her to trust me. Even though I knew she had no motivation to.
As I watched her, I felt her relax, leaning into me slightly.
I'm sure my mouth dropped halfway to the centre of the earth as I realised she wasn't fighting me. The look in her eyes was one of defeat, but also curiosity and - amazingly - desire. I felt a little shock pass through me at that last one.
I hesitantly lowered my head to her lips, unsure what she was expecting or even how far she would willingly let me go.
The moment our lips met, however, I was lost to the world. She is mine, something inside me growled as she began to kiss me back. I released her wrists again to cup her face gently with one hand. The other grasped her shoulder harder than I am sure was entirely necessary.
I felt another, almost human, thrill go through me when sweet little Claire slid her hands inside my shirt and wrapped her arms around my back.
I found that I couldn't think straight. Claire seemed to have affected me as if I were a mere human boy again. All I wanted was her.
I lifted her effortlessly and she hooked her legs around my waist as I pulled her closer to my body, crushing us together against the wall. New realms of pleasure to process, to tuck away as memories in my mind. I let the feel of her imprint itself in my brain. I didn't want to forget.
Claire's hands somehow became entangled in my hair. I went with my instincts and slid my tongue into her mouth. I heard her gasp and her grip in my hair tightened momentarily. Then her tongue almost shyly entered my own mouth. I growled against her lips before I could stop myself, but she didn't seem to mind.
She pushed away from the wall suddenly, and I stumbled backwards, caught off-guard, her weight unbalancing me. I knocked some equipment off the counter, and on impulse I swept the lot off, continuing my heated exploration of Claire's mouth and body.
I placed her on the counter top, and we broke apart momentarily. I kissed along her jaw without thinking and ended up at her throat, where her pulse was jumping wildly.
My fangs snapped down before I could even try to gain control of myself. I heard Claire's small intake of breath as she felt my teeth pressing into the side of her neck.
I tried to contain myself, but the need was too strong. Surely just one, little taste wouldn't be - Oh.
Claire did probably the one thing that could have stopped me from biting her at that moment. She grabbed my face in her hands and brought it up to her lips. Then she kissed me full on my mouth, fangs and all.
I was startled into kissing her back, and with a shock, felt my fangs retracting. I wrapped my arms around this little creature that I needed so much, and clung on. Then I did something that almost shocked me into letting go. I let a moan escape my lips. It voiced my desperate need for her in a way no words possibly could, but it was still highly embarrassing.
I subtly read her feelings, but found only innocent happiness and pleasure. And a fair amount of guilt.
I don't know how much longer it was before we finally broke apart. My whole being was flying ridiculously high on various different emotions and sensations. Little Claire was flushed and breathing heavily from her exertions. I almost smirked, but caught sight of my own reflection in a grimy old mirror. I was almost as pink as her. Two spots of color had risen high in my cheeks.
I resisted the urge to hide my face, instead running a hand through my hair to cover it as best as possible.
I took a step back and helped Claire slide off the counter top. She promptly sat down in the nearest chair, looking a little dazed. Clearly I had a positive effect on her. I took it as a good sign that she wasn't running away screaming. Yet.
When she left it was like she took the last rays of hope and happiness in the room with her, leaving me feeling broken and depressed. I fell to my knees, and curled into a foetal position. I sat there for a long while, rocking slightly for comfort. A few tears fell silently down the length of my nose, hanging off the end like twisted icicles.
I heard someone enter, but I didn't look up or acknowledge their presence. I didn't recognise their scent though.
My crazed sight fell on a shard of wickedly sharp glass on the floor. In desperation, I reached for it, seeking a way to distract from the emotional turmoil I felt inside.
To my surprise, a pale hand flashed out and slapped it away. I pulled my hand back and jumped to my feet, snarling.
There were two vampires in the room, one of which I didn't recognise. The other was Theo Goldman, looking at me with a sad expression on his face. He was carrying a large syringe, and I saw him nod almost imperceptibly to the other vampire. The redheaded woman darted towards me in a flash and held me down momentarily while Theo expertly injected the contents of the syringe into the side of my neck. Death by lethal injection, I thought randomly before I kicked into action.
In one fluid movement, I reached up and ripped the head off of a very surprised female vampire's shoulders, then staggered to my feet, turning to Theo.
He frowned at the dead body on the floor and removed his spectacles, meticulously cleaning them before replacing them on the end of his nose.
"That was unnecessary, Myrnin." He said disapprovingly.
In answer, I snarled. He merely shrugged, and sat down in the chair Claire had previously occupied.
Too late, I realised that he was stalling for time. Frowning, I raised my hand sluggishly to my neck.
"You pox-faced bastard!" I cried when I realised I had been sedated. Like a hysterical human. Although the dose he would have had to give me for me to be feeling any kind of effects from it would have to be large enough to kill a human. I staggered, and tried desperately to resist the drug as I fell to the floor, legs folding underneath me.
"Don't fight it, Myrnin. It's for the best." I heard Theo say as he crouched in front of me. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw another unknown vampire approaching me cautiously, holding my worst nightmare. Nothing else could have forced my drooping eyelids to snap open again. Except possibly Claire.
"No!" I screamed, writhing on the floor. I couldn't gain enough control over my limbs to do much, though.
Theo's eyes were sad. "I'm sorry, Myrnin. It is the only way to ensure you stop hurting yourself. It is only temporary, I can assure you."
My eyes rolled backwards into my head as I hissed a string of foul words at him. He sighed, and left my line of vision, which was rapidly going grey.
I had time to see a very apologetic looking vampire advancing on me with a bulk of straps and fabric clutched in their hands.
I screamed silently as my mind slipped and my eyes closed against my will.
Can't believe how much I wrote up there...it's like verbal diarrhea only with a keyboard. And way more people seeing it. Sigh.
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