A Decision to be Made (Cian/Marc)

[Keira]

The silk of her ebony colored robe hung over her skin loosely against her pale skin. Her hair was damp from her shower as she padded barefoot from it. Her blue eyes moved around the empty room and then to the double doors. Growling under her breath she tossed the towel across the room and slid up onto her bed. His scent still clung to it as she made herself comfortable. Pulling the book she had started from the night stand she curled up. Her robe rose up her thigh but she didn’t bother to correct it, no one would be bothering her and no one was brave enough to say anything if they did. Fingers tapped off the silk sheets as she began to read. Not being a patient woman she kept looking at the door, then without a second thought she picked the book up off the bed and threw it across the room. It hit the door with a loud echoing thud then fell to the ground open.

Keira glared at the book as if it were its fault that she snapped at Marc. She was not used to taking orders from anyone, no matter how good his intentions were. If Gilles even knew that a human, her donor was trying to make her polite he would probably think that she had gone insane. Hell she was even beginning to think it. Letting out a frustrated growl she slid off the bed and picked up the book again. Marc wanted to be on his own right now, fine, he could be. She would find him later and keep him as her own, they had a deal and he was making her begin to feel again things she didn’t want to feel. She bent down and retrieved the book from the floor. Leaning her forehead against the cold, hard wood she sighed hearing nothing on the other side. The best thing she could do for the night was to get lost in either memories of the past or this book.

Memories would be painful, they would cut her deeply and she didn’t want to feel anymore. Deciding on reading the book she slid back up on her bed and made herself comfortable in the middle. Pulling a pillow to rest under her arm she opened it back up to the place she had been and let herself get lost in a fantasy realm, written by writers that had long since passed away and were probably ashes in the ground.

[Ciannait]

Ciannait held on to the human as she darted across the lawn toward the north wing. About ten yards from the veranda of the building gravity began to reclaim the man. Still in motion Ciannait hoisted the males slipping body higher onto her shoulder. Once at the entrance, Ciannait punched her fist through the glass door of the north wing and reached in to turn the knob with a bloody hand. She knew Keira, let alone Gilles, was not going to be happy with the added distruction, but not like she or really the human had much of a choice at the moment. She had to get to Keira and there was no other obvious way. With valuable, little time left, Ciannait entered the wing with the unconsious body.

Making her way to Keiras room with some difficulty, trying not to smack the males head or feet of corners as she moved through the hallways. Ciannait knew the male was in luck once she saw a faint light coming from the cracks surrounding the door leading to Keira's private room. Weighing her options quickly as she approched the door. Bust the door in and risk Keira's wrath momentairly or wait for her to open the door, possibly letting her human die and risk not only Keira's wrath but adding to her already abuntant issues. Screw it, Ciannait knew she could fix the damn door but there was no way she could raise the dead. A dragon and two doors in one evening, her tally for tonight was growing.

Thrusting a single foot in a black converse shoe into the door, squarely over the locks, Ciannait forced open the door. Regainning her balance as soon as possible, Ciannait stood for a moment in the door way, feet shoulder width apart, the human male still flung over her shoulder, and a combined look of extreme physical exaustion and urgancy evident on her face.

[Keira]

Keira had actually found herself relaxing, enjoying the book she read about pain and destruction. There was still romance in it after all the heroine needed to find love and be loved by another. Licking her finger she hummed softly to herself and old lullaby from another time as she flipped through the pages. Her mind was so wrapped up in her story that she didn't hear the first crash of the door Cian broke through. Her doors were also to thick for such a sound to travel so far to her ears. If she had been paying attention the shock of what happened next wouldn't have been so great on her.

One second she was reading, trying to get past a cliffhanger in the book when the neck her bedroom doors were kicked open. Sitting up straight on the bed she pushed the book aside and stared wide eyed at Ciannait. Keira didn't even ask as the smell of blood filled her senses and the male drapped over the other vampires shoulder. Gasping she moved in a blink of an eye to her side and gently took Marc from her. Holding him close her ground her teeth as she looked at him. His pulse was so faint. Slipping onto the bed she softly caressed his hair as she laid him down beside her.

Looking up at Cian she asked trying to keep the ice from her tone at her friend. "What the hell happened to him Cian?" Keira trusted the other vampire to answer as she brought her attention to Marc. Placing some pillows under him she propped him up better and pressed her forehead to his. "Marc why did you have to go off alone..." she asked softly not even knowing if he could hear her, "I promised to protect you and look at what happened" she growled looking at his wounds. Keira didn't think there was much time left but she had to see if he would wake before she tried anything. It seemed she had but one option to take with how bad he looked...

[Ciannait]

As the weight of the limp body was taken from her, Ciannait had to brace against the wall so she herself wouldn’t collapse. Following Keira with her eyes as she placed the human on the bed. She heard her friend ask in a strained voice what happened. Knowing from experience the mix emotions Keira was gowing through was the equvilant of a nucular time bomb, she tried to keep her act together and not lash out. Fainning to much to be able to help the scotish blur as she responded, “I was fighten a dragen youngen when the lad apard out of na whare ta join en. Befare I could get ta hem tha dragen had dune ets damuge. Twas not tell aftar I kelled the damn theng that I ken he was yars.”

Ciannait watched through drouping eyes as Keira adminstered to the human. Listening to the mix of softness and pain in her friends voice. She knew where the night was headed and was sure that some privacy was in order. Ciannait decided to leave the room, but only to move to one of the other spare bedrooms along the hall. “If yel not be needen me asstance, I’ll be getten ya yar privacy en be locaten meself ta anathar room dawn tha hall.” At Keira’s dismissal, Ciannait sluggishly turned and moved back into the hallway. Using the wall as a support as she hobbled to the next room, only to make it to the soft rug by the door before collapsing. Deciding that it was a good-a-place as any Ciannait retreated into herself and fell asleep.

[wanderer]

The wind twisted and wound about them, Ciannait and Marc as he was thrusted through the air, laying idly against her, out like a light, his dreams swirling about in his head as he laid there as gently as possible as speed took them both closer and closer to the Mansion. The night was thick with many things to come and the darkness had only just begun, it's deadliness coming, creeping out slowly like blood scrawling down a wall. Things were about to become very strange this night, very strange indeed.

As he was brought into the house, he felt himself swirl about like in some form of great wind, hearing voices, clouded and warped as he felt himself elevate as if on clouds being carried in a direction he didn't know. Finally he felt himself stop and then, with sudden violence, he was thrusted forth only to stop suddenly once more as he laid there, out like a light. Suddenly, under muffled voices, he felt himself drift about once more, his position changed as he made his way onto something soft. It was then that he finally rested, hearing the voices a tad better as he was slowly waking from his deep sleep.

It was grim, the sight of his body so quiet and near death, it lurking in the shadows in wait. However, he sprung back to life, or as much as he could, then as he opened his eyes halfway and whispered lightly to Keira, "I'm sorry I left..." giving a light cough as he blinked. He was alive but barely. He had little time left and this was no time to be slow with actions. It was very evident he was dying and there was nothing anyone could do for him, well, nothing anyone human could do for him. When it came to Vampires, things were a little different. Heck, all they had to do was turn him. Yet, once that happened, things would be a tad different, no not just a tad, very different. With the whole need for blood thing to survive and what not. Little did he know he would still be just as desirable as he was before and the desire would still be as satisfying as the previous times. It would only be an even greater burden upon him, one that would more than likely cause him to need Keira even more than he had previously.

[Keira]

Keira kept her forehead pressed to Marc’s, continuing to gently caress his hair as Ciannait spoke of what happened. As soon as she mentioned the dragon it took all her will power to not break something right then. A dragon did this to her human and if Cian would not have killed the beast she would have found that annoying king of the dragons and gave him a damn good piece of her mind. It wasn’t a bad idea and could be played that the dragon attacked Marc and Ciannait stepped in. Now was not the time for those thoughts, later. Marc was slowly slipping through her fingers and she would not loose another lover.

Lifting her head from Marc’s she nodded to Ciannait. “Take care of your wounds dear friend” she said softly as the other vampire left the room. Looking back at Marc her eyes studied all his wounds. Keira knew what death looked like without a body so beaten. She had seen it for centuries, Shaking her head her fingers hovered over a wound as if she was going to touch it before bringing her attention to him when he spoke to her finally wakening.

Sliding up closer to him she placed a finger on his lips. “Don’t apologize… I am going to make it all better” her words were almost a broken whisper as she slid off the bed and moved to her one dresser. Pulling open the drawers she pulled out a silver dirk and made her way back to the bed. Setting it on her pillow she straddled his legs and gently pulled him into a sitting position with her one arm as she gently caressed his cheek again. “You will be mine forever…”

Leaning forward she was being greedy and not asking if he wanted to live or to die. She didn’t want him to die so he would live. Her blood was strong because of him, so this had to work. Dropping her hand from his cheek her fingers curled around the dirk. Keira pulled it closer to her body, shrugging her shoulder she let the material of the robe fall down her pale skin, almost exposing her breast. Taking a deep breath she ran the blade along her skin deep enough that it wouldn’t heal for awhile.

Hissing she felt the blood start to run down her chest and brought his mouth to the wound, to her blood, her life source for him. She barely remembered what it was like the first time she just hoped he wasn’t to weak. “Drink… Marc and live….” she whispered into his hair and waited.

[wanderer]

As she went over to the drawer, Marc’s eyes followed her, watching her intently as she took out the silver dagger. He knew what she was going to do even before she’d went and got the blade, watching her walk back over to him as she laid the blade on the pillow beside him and straddled him like a cowboy mounts a horse. As she lifted him up, he cried in pain until she brought him close and said to him, “You will be mine forever,” watching, feeling her touch, that sense going from him from the state of his body those past minutes of being held as she let her robe fall slightly enough to allow her pure, light skin to show through, taking the blade to her chest, right below the collar bone as she cut and commanded him to drink, bringing him ever closer to her body as he did her bidding, drinking quickly, far too weak physically to have his mind, which was already feeble to her wishes, refuse her demand.

Like a child to a teat, he suckled in pleasure as he felt her blood fill him deeply, an odd feeling about his body as he went on with drinking, slowly in pleasure, body began to feel an odd sensation about it, almost as though his internals were correcting themselves, snapping back together and readjusting. It took only moments later as he kept drinking from her to begin movement in his arms once more, wrapping them around under Keira’s and nuzzling her as he stopped his suckling and lapped at her chest, the blood still falling. Before he began once more, he kissed her bare flesh long and hard as a tingling sensation took over his body and he returned to his station, drinking more and more until he was filled, her blood like an ecstasy of sorts. He hugged to her, still weak as her wound sealed, he licking the left over blood away, giggling in delight. He wasn’t his best yet, but he was gaining strength. One might be a bit disturbed as to Keira’s siring, but he wasn’t, he instead having too much love in his heart for Keira to question things. He went on to say, “Oh, I love you so much!” as he cuddled into her chest, his place of safety as he kept to nuzzling gently.

Yet, moments later, he fell into sleep, the dark change would now come and his shift would be total. It lasted only a little while, about thirty minutes of him shaking in Keira’s arms, until he woke once more, renewed, reborn. Waking to see himself there in her arms still, he whispered, seeming to respond to her statement from earlier,“I’ll always be yours, forever…and ever more,” lifting up to kiss her lips with gentle passion and gratitude as he said, “I’ll never leave you again, I promise,” continuing to look on into her icy blue eyes, not noticing the small tint difference in his skin or how his hearing was heightened a bit, along with his many other senses. He was now a Vampire, well, half Vampire due to Gene-Splicing, but a Vampire all the same. It was then and there that the their bindings together grew stronger, being that of not just an arrangement, but a blood bind. He belonged to her far more than he realized, she being his sire, the mother of his rebirth into this changed life, he signing the agreement upon the drinking of her blood, somewhat willingly, his ties belonging to her now.

[Keira]

Keira felt his eyes on her as she walked across her room to the dresser she had an old dirk stored in. Old habits died hard, or never died at all. Pulling it from its hiding spot she moved back to her bed, back to Marc. Straddling his lap she gently pulled him into a sitting position. Stiffening at the sound of his cry she clenched her jaw and wished the dragons death was slow and painful. Caressing his hair she slowly dropped her hand away and then brought the silver to her flesh. Hissing softly at the pain she brought to her own body. Dropping the dirk away Keira pressed Marc’s lips against her bleeding wound. Telling him to drink and to live she waited until he began to suck on the wound.

Sighing contently, she let her eyes close concentrating on him as he drank from her life. Keira was giving him his life back and when he wrapped his arms around her waist she smiled at the nuzzle from him. Running her fingers through his curly brown locks she kissed his head as he moved back to the cut. Blood still fell freely as he lapped at it and then began to suck on it once more. She allowed him to drink his fill. The whole time wondering how this would turn out in the end. Marc reminded her so much of herself when she had met Gilles. So in love and so trusting and still even now she could feel the love from him.

When he stopped, she lowered her chin to meet his eyes and smiled at his giggle. She felt his tongue slide along her slow healing skin and chuckled before wrapping her arms around him as he nuzzled her chest. Hearing his words she kissed his hair and whispered back to him as she felt him drift to sleep, his body becoming lax. “I love you too Marc” It was the first time she had ever said those words since Gilles had left and she meant them.

Slowly she slid off of him. Hardly moving him she slid partially behind him, Leaning her back against the headboard she held him while he slept. Watching as his body shook from the rapid healing process. Time seemed to move so slow as she kept her arms around him and then watched as he fell still and peaceful looking. Her smile returned when he stirred his words had her pause before relaxing at his kiss to her lips. “I know” was her reply against his lips as he continued. Her hands moved to his cheeks as her eyes stayed focused on his. “I will be optimistic for you, for once and believe your words”

Her eyes brightened a little with happiness at the look of him. He wasn’t right though, wasn’t a full vampire and she couldn’t figure out why. Then it hit her, he wasn’t a normal human so the vampirism wasn’t perfect on him. She didn’t care, he was alive and that was all that mattered to her. She wanted him alive with her and as greedy as it was she at least knew that he loved her and accepted her blood, accepted her without a fight. Leaning forward she kissed him once more her lips lingering on his before she pulled away letting her hands drop from his face put still touching him. “How do you feel?” she asked softly to him as her eyes wandered his body before meeting his once more. His clothes were ruined but he appeared healthy, just needing a good shower and to relax a little bit longer. Keira wasn’t going to let him out of her sight for a bit, not until the shock of what could have happened.

[Ciannait]

The room was decorated in Gille’s voluptuous tastes. The fabrics were exquisitly crafted along with the elegant furnature that filled the room. Yet there there she was laying asleep, curled up on the carpet with the massive bed barely a few feet away. Dozens of bruses, a dark purplish black now, covered her body. The cracked ribs she had sustained prevented any sudden tossing and turning in her slumber. The blood crusted gashes down her back were beginning to heal as well as the once open wound at her hip. In all reality, she would be healed by midday, for the most part anyway. It was hardly the worst battle injuries she had ever sustained and for sure, they would not be her last.

Laying on her least injured side, Ciannait’s knees tucked slowly into her chest as her dream unfolded in her exausted mind.

Ciannait walked into the her new bedroom of the home her handfasted husband, Amyntas had aquired for them. He was laying in their bed, awaiting her. She was glowing in the white linen night gown that her mother had made. The soft fabric rubbed against the smooth skin of her stomach and thighs as she walked toward the bed. Her eyes were glazed over as she was near tears because of the overwhelming feeling of happyness and of love for the man that was streched out in front of her.

Amyntas raised his hand in silent summons. Ciannait could not help but to admire the way his skin streched and molded perfectly to each contor of every muscle as his body contorted so she may sit along side of him. She watched his face, watched his passion filled eyes move from her mouth and down her neck and arm, only to settling on her hand as his own fingers interlaced hers. Her wrist still had a slight abrasion from the cord used to bind their wrists earlier. However, his was flawless. There was no grazing to mar his skin. Gentlely he pulled her into bed and procced to do exactly what they desired.

The desired remained, lingering in the aftermath, keeping Ciannait from fully realizing what was about to happen. Amyntas’ was moving his lips along her collar bone, coressing her with delicate kisses. As her throughly satisfied mind drifted off to a place of love, his fanged elongated. Tenderly he draged the tips up and over her neck and as his mouth covered her jugular he bit down. Still in her dream state, Ciannait was only able to run her fingers through his thick hair. The full impact of what was truly happening lost in her currented realiaty.

She was barely able to feel the blood being pulled from her body but was saddened at the loss of Amyntas’ mouth upon her neck when he pulled back to draw a deep cut across his wrist. A fleating panic receded as he placed his wrist to her mouth and her first taste of blood slide down over her tounge. Unsure at first, she tentatively licked her lower lip clean of the crimson liquid that coated it. At that moment the first serge of blood lust ran through her body, forcing her mouth to latch on to him and drink.

The blood felt warm as it incased her tounge and slide smoothly down the back of her thoat. She felt Amyntas’ heated breath tickle her ear, barely making out his words. He spoke softly to her of his eternal love for her, the infinate life they would share, and the ceaseless desire he felt for her. Reluctantly, Ciannait released her beloved’s wrist. The disconnection left her feeling lost and unsure before a change began to take hold of her body, of her soul. The commitment she had made to Amyntas was sealed. As she was cradled in his strong arms, her brain forced her to see that he had indeed decieved her. However, her heart, her body, and her soul screamed that all could be forgiven in exchanged for the future and the love that he promised. Barely able to look up into the tender eyes watching her, full of concern and love, Ciannait’s eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

As her dream progressed, Ciannait’s body grew restless, craving the touch she would never feel again. As her dream continued, a stream of salty tears slowly made their way down her cheek and onto her neck.

Ciannait was awakened by a gentle rush of air skip tantelizinly over her bare skin. Instantly she could tell it was Amyntas’ expeling a breath as he slumbered. The shocking realization that all her senses had hightened to a magnitude she had never experienced, never dreamed of, hit her with a full impact so suddenly it shook her to her core. Awakening her beloved with a hasty retreat from their bed in tandum with a shrill scream of terror, she moved to the corner of the room opposited the bed. Unable to scream and cry at the same time, Ciannait broke out into a fit of sobs and hicups. Carefully Amyntas approched her, catiously he reached out toward her. She did not move. She couldn’t, the shock she was feeling wouldn’t permit it.

When he finally pulled her into a tight embrace she was able to try and reject him. She fought to get away. Pushing at his arms and shoving at his chest, she finally began to calm down. He held her as she began to go limp against his body. Her small frame shook against him as she hicuped. Gentlely Amyntas scoop her up into his arms, securing her against his chest as he walked back toward the bed. Setting her down and curling his body around hers, he rand his hand over her hair. He humed to her a song she did not recognize, but sounded like it was ment as a lullaby. Soothed by the lyricless diddy, Ciannait began to wonder if he would hum to their children. It was at that moment that she realized that she was able to forgive him his deception. That their love could in fact endure all. As she accepted he wispered to her. "I am eternally yours. My body, my soul, my heart I givith thee, my one true love."

Ciannait awoke silent tears now streaming down her face. Reaching out next to her she felt for Amyntas, when she could not find him her heart ached and her body trembled. With blury vision, Ciannait used her hands to feel her unfimilar suroundings, only recalling where she was and why as the ache that lingered thoughout her increased with unjudged movements.

[wanderer]

He felt...different, thats for sure, like a new man, whole...yet at the same time there was a deep feeling in his chest that felt parted from him, like half of him was there while the other half had floated away. That half that had merely floated away? His humanity, gone with the bood he'd consumed and now, well now he would thank her for this revival with a kiss. Yet, his handicap of immobility at the moment made things hard as he fumbled up with his hands, only successful when a sudden jolt of energy shot through his body as he finally sat up and and looked down, over at Keira with a gentle smile as if it had been swiped from that of angels and then neatly positioned upon his own face to give unto him a slight form of perfection.

His hands seemed to feel so small as he placed them upon her soft flesh, they meeting at her belly as he slid himself over her, lowering himself ever so slowly until he laid completely with her and ontop of her, looking on into her eyes as the two were separated by a mere few bits of fabric. He nuzzled her gently and soon gave way to a kiss, one that could kill with such heat that they’d cook alive from it. Yet amidst the heat there was sincerity, love, a sweetened heart, and a devotion that couldn’t be detected any other way.

For a moment, he stopped, looking on at her as he asked her, “So I’m just going to guess you’re not mad at me anymore…or are you?” he looked on at her as he smiled weakly, yet this lasted only a moment as he returned to himself again, a full smile on his face as he laid his head gently against her chest, nuzzling her very gently until he raised his head once more to kiss her on her lips, he locking with her for a while until he pulled away, smiling yet again as he wrapped his arms about her and held closely to her. He felt as though he’d been sleeping for a thousand years and he’d just woken up to see her once again; the moment was, if anything, memorable in his mind and a memory he would keep with him both in his mind and his heart. He just couldn’t get past the thought…forever…with her, his beautiful and lovely angel that had saved him from death itself only to take him up in her arms and keep him close…forever. He felt as though he would melt if he didn’t move from the thought yet he just couldn’t, being stuck on the idea of forever being hers and she forever being his. Because of the thought he practically broke down and gave her a long an passionate thank you kiss, one just like the last, filled his hot and burning love that he could only give to Keira and just Keira for he really felt as though there was no one else, no one better, in this world for him than Keira.

[Keira]

Her eyes followed every movement that he made. She was so happy that the transformation even though it wasn’t perfect worked on him, enough to save his life. It would also keep her his longer. Keira’s eyebrow rose as he studied her before gently placing a hand on her stomach. The touch was feather light and gentle as his body slid over hers before he settled down. Smiling at him her hands moved through his messy locks of hair. The pressure of his body against hers caused her to relax , feel more at ease as he was very much alive with her and now safe.

Keira sighed contently at the nuzzles from him, wrapping her arms around his back. Holding him close to her she didn’t want to feel that loneliness in her heart or that fear of loosing someone else again. She was a hardened person, very twisted and cruel but somehow Marc had found a crack in her hardened exterior and slowly was chipping it away. She thought of these things as their eyes met and before he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss held more feeling and emotion then any words or looks could ever say between the two of them. Melting underneath him against the pillows and the sheets she held back a sound of protest when he removed his lips from hers.

Looking at him confused at him stopping, then the question had her face fall almost blank. The weak smile caused her to let out a sigh, shaking her head Keira removed one arm from his back. A gentle caress to his cheek she smiled. “I can’t be mad, as I almost lost you” she whispered back then smiled in return to him. Taking the nuzzles as she enjoyed the closeness from him, her eyes had just started to flutter shut when he kissed her once more. A soft moan escaped as she kissed him back. Her hands sliding up his hand and to his shoulders. Trying to tell him with that kiss how scared she was of loosing him, how much she did care and love him.

Taking a small truly un needed breath of air when he broke the kiss she smiled up at him. She was truly curious to what he was thinking of every time he broke a kiss and then just looked at her the way he did. It made her feel stripped down but in a good and pleasant way. One that made her all soft and fuzzy inside a feeling Keira didn’t really like as it made her feel weak, but for once behind closed doors she couldn’t be hard, couldn’t keep up the façade any longer around him. If she had to trust one person in the house other than Ciannait with anything it would be the man laying so deliciously ontop of her. Kissing her with such passion, such emotion that it made her want to just toss everything to the wind and forget about the past and present and just get lost in the moment they had.

Keira was going to do that as well. Her smile grew brighter as he leaned forward once again. Her lips softly touched his before she pressed hers more firmly against his. Slipping her hands under his torn and tattered shirt, finger tips lightly caressed his back as she broke the kiss this time. Peppering his lips with a few more kisses as she looked up into his eyes. Studying him as if she was going to loose him. Memories were so important to her from past losses. Tilting her head a little to the side she whispered against his lips. “Love…” she trailed off almost looking confused then chuckled. “I do.. Love you Marc”