No One Is Ever Alone (Marc/Closed)

[wanderer]

As he watched her follow him, laying herself on top of him and softly kiss him along his chest until she came to his neck where she caressed his jaw a while, causing him to begin to grow in comfort as she gently tilted his head to the side at a perfect angle, poking him in the neck with her fangs until she said to him, “ready?” but going at him without even asking. Because she did this, it sent him into one of his blackouts again. Yet little did he know that from her drinking his blood, she too saw those memories, each lap, showing a small glint of them with each lap of her tongue, she would come to see this and it would entice her to take a full drink from his blood.

As he blacked out, the images finally grew a face to them and the words finally made sense. He found him there in the midst of war, conflict arising as he found himself running through muddy fields and trudging through the harsh cold. He finally saw himself within a building though, a small shack from the looks of it, reading a document of some kind as he walked out saying then, “I’ve got you now Armand...and once you’re dead, I’ll make sure the rest of your Ilk die with you,” making his way out into a big bright whiteness, which quickly died, him standing there then holding a grenade in his hand, throwing it at a massive group of men, the spray covering them and quickly causing them to burn and turn to ashes, all except for four of them.

Quickly after that, one of them, with great speed came up and assaulted him, breaking one of his arms as he cried out in pain and found himself held up by the man. However, one of the men spoke, yelling out, "Enough! He should be given the same mercy as we before him. Come now, do you not agree Armand? Did we all not come with the same intent to slay you as he?", the man, acknowledging himself as Armand sighing in displeasure at his mention of this, nodding to the man that held him to bring him over to them. Quickly, he found himself brought to his knees as Armand spoke then, saying, "well, Piros, might you do the honors of giving our guest his choice in the matter?" which caused the man now known as Piros to blink quite rapidly as he walked over to him, taking out a massive nail and raising his arm skyward as he looked down at him and said, "you, James, have a choice...You may either join this dark new order or die here and now. This is our mercy, this is our gift, the gift of immortality, power..."

However, he watched himself as he remained there in the room, take out a knife from his boot and stab the man to his right side directly in the chest as he pulled out a pistol and shot the man nearest to Armand, watching as he burned instantly and fell to ashes on the floor, causing Piros to shout out, “No!” as he came down on him with the nail, Marc rolling out of the way, taking Piros’s arm and pushing the nail deep into him, standing up as Piros fell, Piros looked to him and asked, "why? Why do you deny power?" with Marc replying to him with, “Love," as he watched him slowly decay until he was merely a skeleton, then falling to ashes as he aimed the gun at Armand next, yelling at him, "Now, for you Armand, you soulless bastard!"

He then began to run at Armand, firing shots at him as Armand did the same, dodging them all with ease until he finally came to Marc and grasped him by the neck, holding him up as he whispered into Marc’s ear, "and now you die..." snapping his neck as Marc’s vision went black, awakening into the pale blue light surrounded by darkness, Armand in view of him there with the girl. He yelled out but couldn’t speak, the water holding him back as he banged against the glass and watched in horror as Armand bit relentlessly into her neck and then threw her lifeless corpse into the shadows, the sound of her making a loud cracking sound as she hit a wall.

Armand chuckled as he said lightly to Marc, “Now listen to me James Mathers Armston and listen well. Your love is dead and gone and every single member of your little order is dead or an addition to my little project. You survived only to be an endless fountain of blood for we Vampires of the world to remain dominant with the changing of the world. You’re cursed, forever and always, to be cattle for we Vampires. You are nothing but a weak, domesticated animal that can never see the true power of we Vampires,” he chuckled, “even if you were changed you’d merely become an ever living blood bag to continue on with our desires. I look forward to seeing you in the future when your kind’s days have come to an end like ours. Oh, and James, poor choice in taste…” he gave a dark laugh as he walked out into the shadows and Marc’s eyes widened to the real world once more, yelling as he awoke. He didn’t sit up though. Instead he simply sat there, tears in his eyes at finding this all out, seeing this all happen, it was so much to bear.

He had no idea that she had seen this as well, which would either make this easier to come to understand or harder to bear. It all depended on her choice and what she would do from there on, he in her hands like a child lost in the world without a figure to guide them. One would only watch and wait to see what she would do, see if her mercy extended to those who’d killed her kind, even if it was in the past. If one thing was for certain, she would no doubt ask him about this or something, it being something far too big to just blow off.

[Keira]

Keria took her time getting comfortable, laying there listening to his heart, feeling his skin against her cheek. Once she had gotten comfortable relaxing where she was she looked up at him smiling. Moving slowly up his body she kissed up his chest, resisting the urge to taste his skin. There would be plenty of time for that later on, that was if he could handle her. He did after all want this, wanted to be down here with her, offered his blood to her for no more than companionship. Kissing his pulse Keira made herself comfortable once more, using her fingers lightly caressing his jaw as she tilted his head to the postion that she wanted. Nipping his neck she asked him if he was ready, not waiting for an answer though. Sinking her fangs deep into the flesh of his neck she melted against his body, the taste of his blood was pure heaven. Keeping her mouth sealed on his neck she lapped at his blood savoring the taste running down her throat.

She had almost forgotten the pleasure of drinking a humans blood and with that the flicker of memories, emotions and feelings that she could pick up depending on the human. Marc was an open book it seemed both physically as he offered himself to her freely then how these memories flashed in her mind. Growling softly against his skin it was like watching a distorted movie. The memories came on so vivid, well parts of them and she saw him in a different world, one she knew well, one that made him older than he appeared. Watching him fight and kill her kind she did not hate him for it, many humans in that time had done the same. The ones who had figured out what they were and how to actually kill them. Keira didn't recognize these vampires and could only imagine where he was at during this.

His blood was to tempting for her to stop even though she didn't want to know anymore. She was to hungry, to weak yet, wanting the strenght his blood would give her. One hand curled into his hair as she continued to drink struggling inwardly for him to make it stop. Growling when this older vampire most likely an ancient was trying to bring an unwilling Marc to his side. Watching as they fought she gasped when his neck was snapped, his life taken away only for him to be re awoken in a tank. What she saw was not something she hadn't seen before with what the vampire did to the human woman. To waste her life though was uncalled for. Blood was to rare to do such a thing but as she listened she knew why now. Why this man Hollow called to all her senses. He was older than any human she had met in years but looked as he did the day he was killed.

Pulling away from his neck she ran her tongue over the wound once and blew on it as he awoke screaming. Placing her hand on his cheek she looked down at him seeing the tears in his eyes she wasn't sure what to think. Licking her lips she lightly wiped some of them away. He had killed her kind freely, easily and had no worries. "Did you know of your past Marc" she asked softly but with a hardened tone underlying in her voice. Keira had just brought a seasoned hunter down into her home. If any of the others knew of him it could cause issues. Slowly slidding down his body she rested on top of him once more. He was cattle made for her kind, a sick twisted way to screw with a hunter as every vampire would come searching for him and he stumbled right into her arms, and bed. She would wait on his reply. Holding his one hand in her one she brought his fingers to her lips kissing them softly as she thought about everything she had seen and waited. Keira would enjoy him in her bed but if he lied to her she would kill him, her warning was not false in any way he screwed with her she wouldn't think twice of killing him or doing worse.

[wanderer]

He sat up and thought about things, every vivid detail that he’d seen so perfectly in his mind like a movie. He’d been around for a very long time it seemed, for the ghosts of someone’s past that he thought were messages were actually his own memories. He continued to cry like a child, not answering his question for a while. He’d been a different person, the complete opposite of what he believed himself to be, he was a hunter, at least at some point in his life, and he didn’t even know. He watched as she took his hand and kissed it then, watching carefully, smiling through his tears. He needed the comfort, especially with this new bit of knowledge he saw. He was just cattle to her, a creation of human made specifically for Vampire feeding but he felt he could be understood by her.

He answered her question slowly and surely, still a bit sluggish from what he’d found out about himself, saying to her, “no, I had no idea of what I was. The past was a blur to me until now. I’d seen it though many times and I’d thought it was just the cries of a ghost sending me a message but it would seem I was wrong. I’m a different person now though and the past doesn’t change a thing. It only means that there are people out there that are so disgustingly cruel that they would kill others without a care and then use them for their own personal gain.”

He moved close to her daringly as he went and kissed her neck gently as he hugged her to him. He needed it, a hug right then or something to make him a bit happier about the situation. It was a terrible thing, waking up to a nightmare and realizing you used to be someone else with a whole different life and personality. But he’d just have to live with it and he’d definitely spend that life here with her, Keira, as he worked through his life. He felt a trust in her that he seldom found in most people and that made him happy as he remained there, holding her in his arms. Things just seemed to be so much clearer then, so much more appealing and happy there in here arms, her sweet smile and her wonderful eyes a great sight to behold.

He spoke again though, whispering to her, “No matter what though, no matter if I was a hunter of Vampires or other creatures. I won’t let that change me and I’ll always love you. You can trust me on that. The only time I’ll even think about killing anything is if its trying to harm me. But I’ve got you to protect me so I shouldn’t have to worry. I feel better here in your arms, safe from it all, able to just be happy even if the world is covered in perils that will never really make it safe. I just think that so long as I’m with you that everything will be alright and work its way out in the end. But I can’t tell you how much I want to stay with you here,” he kissing her lips then as he paused, holding it for a moment before parting. His life had been so simple before all of this…this crazy mess of things. He’d been a simple man, wandering about, looking for things to survive. Now that he knew about his past, his way of life was slightly harmed, he not knowing full well what to do about his past.

However, a moment after, he said to her, “I’m not out anymore so you won’t have to see me crying again so go on, keep drinking. I don’t mind it,” he then placing her to his neck as he waited, allowing her to adjust herself or something in order to drink again. The knowledge of his purpose was nothing that bothered him, seeing as it merely meant he reproduces blood at an alarming rate, minimizing the down time a Vampire has to wait till it can feed on him again. With the average human it would take a great deal of time, yet with him the time was rapidly sped up to about an hour or two, amazingly quick being like an eternal fountain of never ending life blood that Vampires craved so hungrily. He was very willing to give himself to Keira though, let her drink her fill and enjoy herself in doing so.

It was really then that he could truly call her his one true love, the irreplaceable person in his heart, just how she wiped the tears from his cheeks and how she was there for him, protecting him from harm while also keeping him company and even taking him to her room. However, what really made him believe so deeply in this was her compassion and her kindness, bending to his sensitivity when she could easily of smacked him and told him to be a man. Instead she seemed to honor it and respect it with each wipe of his teardrops. So, he couldn’t handle not saying it anymore, “I love you,” it coming out strong and filled with happiness as he felt himself smile through the tears, even giggle a little bit. It seemed that in the midst of it all, so long as you had someone there for you then you could still be happy, no matter if they were a Vampire or not, so long as they cared for you and you gave the same care in return then there would always be that eternal sunshine of happiness, laying softly on the heart of anyone who wanted to have that wonderful feeling of joy and deep satisfaction in living. It was like living in a world of sunsets, the sights of the oranges, yellows, and reds, even the pinks, so beautiful against the sky as it lived about the setting sun. It was a moment that could only be cherished by that certain time of day, or in this case, that one certain person out there that one could find their counsel in.

So he repeated, both in his heart and from his lips solemnly, “I love you, Keira, with all of my heart,” a joy in both thinking and saying it. It was amazing to think he took so quickly to her though, life was not normally so fast, normally a slower thing, giving pause to such relationships, making them slowly build over time. Of course they had the time to build it, yet the happiness that made it all worthwhile was already there, expanding further with every moment shared with her there. It was perfect and happiness was attainable for both of them, these old creatures, the reborn Human and the ancient Vampire. Perhaps that was why they took to each other so quickly. No matter the reason, it was a great feeling of love that resided there in that room, a feeling of happiness and acceptance.

[Keira]

Keira slid further down his body as he sat up. Looking up at him she to rose but remained sitting on his legs. Piercing blue eyes studied his face as he appeared to be thinking about everything he saw. Could he be such a good actor that he hid all this from her. Or had he not known what a twisted vampire was truly capable of. The tears continued to slid down his face and she was confused for the first time in years. Lifting her one hand she gently wiped the tears away from his cheeks not saying a word, giving him his time. Lightly she took his one hand placing kisses on each of his finger tips as she waited for a reply. The whole time enjoying the feel of his finger tips against her lips. Having him there made her wonder how she managed so long not have a male or anyone else near. She was a very cold heartless bitch, had been told by numerous people but this male seemed to look at the lighter side of her and hold to it. Odd she thought to herself, moving her eyes to meet his when he spoke finally answering her.

Keeping his hand in her hand she lightly caressed his palm and nodded with a small smirk. “To not know ones past… Especially one so dangerous as your own is not a good thing.” Letting him finished she nodded her head and raised an eyebrow as he finished. “As a hunter you have to remember just how twisted many vampires are. Very few are not twisted Marc, never forget that or your life will be shorter than most.” Keira watched as he moved nearer to her, even after everything he learned about himself. Everything that she had told him warned him about herself he still wanted to be close to her and it was shocking. What shocked her more was when he kissed her neck. A small strangled sound left her lips as he hugged her, seriously hugged her closer to him. She slid up his legs more tighter against his hips slowly wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers lightly caressed the skin on the back of his neck as she sat there. Loosing her hold, Keira sat back when he began to speak to her once more.

Her eyes widened a little when he stated that he loved her. She had only had one person in her long life that ever said he loved her. It was the one that sired her, her master and the one man she had loved for over 500 years. Gilles was missing, vanished, he had left with a simple goodbye and she had not seen him for going on 75 years. Now as she sat there in the arms of a human male, a special human who had once been a hunter, one who barely knew anything about her stated he loved her. It put her at a loss for words as he continued on. Looking in his eyes she nodded her head and caressed his cheek. “I will protect you as long as you do what I say and give me no reason to distrust you.” smiling she leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “You will stay here with me, that you do not have to worry about. I will go with you to get food so that you do not starve in my home.” It seemed no sooner that she let the words fall from her lips he leaned forward pressing his lips to her. Sighing softly she kissed him back before he pulled away. Slowly she opened her eyes meeting his. He was surprising her more and more. Licking her bottom lip she shook her head.

Looking up at him she smiled allowing him to place her mouth so near to his throat. Licking his pulse she sucked on his skin. “You are something…” wrapping her one arm around his back the other hand moved to his hair as she slowly sunk her fangs deep into his neck once more. Sighing she pressed her body tight against his as she fed on him. Drinking slowly, sucking his wound deeply, savoring the taste of his blood on her tongue how it slid down her throat and filled her stomach. If it had been a normal human she was drinking from she would never have done this, drinking from one so quickly even if they begged, but he was different and his blood so strong. Once she drank a healthy bit of his blood she pulled away with a sigh. Licking her lips she hummed softly almost like a content purr as she licked the wound on his neck making sure that not a single drop of blood was wasted as she blew on the wound. Sitting up she smiled and could have curled up right then pulling him close and fell into a deep content sleep. He said those three words again to her and she stopped looking at him puzzled.

“Love is a very powerful word Hollow” she said in a soft tone, “I am not worthy of anyone’s love. I am far from being a good person.” Her hands lifted to his cheeks, lightly she caressed them as she looked into his eyes. The tone of his voice and even the giggle had her smiling. Could one truly love her she honestly didn’t know anymore and had thought that love died years ago. Shaking her head she pressed her lips to his once more and smiled against them. “I don’t want to give you false hope Hollow, Maybe you will show me what love is once more” Closing her eyes she nipped his bottom lip softly before kissing him harder than anytime before. Her hands wandered down his bare back as she slowly pushed him down on the bed. Stretching out on top of him once more, she was content to be like that.
Slowly she broke the kiss and started to kiss a line down his jaw, grazing her fangs along his neck. Just teasing his skin she had no need to bite him anytime soon and wanted him to remain strong. He would need all his strength if he was going to remain with her and the others that lived down here. Having been so lost in giving Marc/Hollow attention she missed the soft footsteps of another moving to her room. Her door was flung open and Keira’s eyes grew hard and cold as she rose from teasing his neck. Slipping off his body she moved with the intention to kill this young female vampire. This little vampire had been a pain in her ass for years now, never listening to Keira’s one rule don’t enter my wing ever.

The young female backed up a step her eyes looking hungrily at the male on Keira’s bed. She found it unfair that the bitchy one always got her way and then found a human that smelled so delicious just laying there under her. He hadn’t been fighting it seemed as if he enjoyed the princesses touch. Growling at Keira she didn’t even bow her head. “Why? WHY do you get him all to yourself…”

Keira smirked at the girl, Shaking her head at her whys she reached out fingers curling around her jugular. Picking her up she slammed her against the closest wall and growled. “Why? Why dear Ash is because he is mine. Do you understand that… I do not have to share” she said in a tone that was so cold. Keira’s nails dug into the young vampires neck drawing blood. Her nostrils flared as she lifted the young one up off the ground holding her just by her throat against the wall. “Next time you come into my wing uninvited and ask my why I will rip your head from your body and toss you aside like a rag doll. You are not worth my time.”

She was able to let out a startled gasp when Keira’s fingers curled around her throat. Showing her fangs to the older vampire she moaned in pain when her head and body connected with a wall. Damnit to all hell she thought as nails dug painfully into her throat. Her small hands curled around Keira’s wrist as she struggled there. Ash was only brave enough to look at the human when Keira called him hers. She had known better than to walk down this wing towards her room let alone to open the door but the smell of him was too much. She nodded her head slightly still gripping Keira’s wrist as she “Yessum ma’am” was her reply to Keira.

Snorting she released Ash’s throat letting her slump against the wall. Moving away from her she licked the blood from her fingers as she waited for the young woman to leave her room. Glaring at her as she did so Keira slammed the double doors to her room shut. This time locking both doors she turned and looked back at Marc while leaning against the doors. She was almost afraid of what she would see in his eyes. Ash looked no more than a girl of fourteen or fifteen. It was a curse to be one so young but her life had been saved years ago. Now she was just a royal pain in the ass and Keira’s patience with her was running slim. Moving slowly back to the bed she paused her fingers caressing her sheets before she slid back up onto it moving closer to him. Laying down she kissed his shoulder looking up at him. “You are mine. If anyone of them so much looks at you the wrong way I will kill them” her tone had not softened yet and her muscles still tense as she tried to relax once more.

[wanderer]

He sighed, saying to her, “yes, I know now the danger the would have befell me if I were to find a Vampire who knew me so long ago. But now I know my past and know how dark some of your kind can be, even though you’re so hospitable. It would’ve been a very devastating thing and I surely would have died or never seen the light of day again and then I never would’ve met you, my love,” smiling as he lightly kissed her lips, caressing her face so gently with his hands as he parted lips from her and he listened intently to her once more, saying, “thank you. I knew I could count on you to keep me safe. But I still don’t see how people could hate you. I could never hate you at least,” his voice soft and gentle as she slid over him more and he lightly caressed her back. As she spoke once more, he said in response, chuckling, “food? What is this food you speak of? I don’t eat food, that’s for things like humans!” playing a bit as he snuggled up against her, letting a sigh of content roll off of himself until the two met in a deep kiss, his joy present as they met again, like a string of firecrackers until they parted once more.

He then held her in embrace as she suckled at his skin, he giggling lightly as she prepaired to bite him. Then, with a sudden sinking pain, he found himself in a light manner of pain which began to gently ease away as she fed with pleasure, pressed tightly against him as he moved his arms to her back and gently caressed her, closing his eyes with a smile as he felt his warm crimson liquid flow into her. He was glad to know she enjoyed herself because it was quite some time before she stopped, licking the wound and then blowing on it gently as she gave off a soft purr-like sound as she sat up and smiled at him, he smiling back at her then as he repeated what he’d said previously, “I love you, Keira,” a warm smile upon his face as he did so as she handed him a puzzled look and began to speak.

“Love is a very powerful word Hollow,” she said, “I am not worthy of anyone’s love. I am far from being a good person,” causing him to quickly embrace her in a kiss and say to her, “yes you are, I know you are. No one deserves to be without love in this world, no matter how cruel or violent they are. And to me, you’re beautiful, inside and out and nothing can change that, nothing at all. To me you’re worth everything in the world and I won’t give that away,” he looked at her as she held him, her hands caressing his cheeks as he spoke, staring into her eyes as she stared back into his.

As she smiled, he smiled back, saying as she spoke, “no, don’t worry, you’ll find no false hope here, I promise you. And yes, I do indeed hope I can show you love once more, for it is a terrible thing to simply throw away,” as she nibbled at his lip gently, cutting him off as she made full contact kissing him so deeply as she pressed hard against him and found himself lowered on to his back as he felt her hands move about behind him against his skin, she laying on top of him there in mid-kiss. Once the two parted lips, he gave a light sigh of content as she went along his jaw, lining it with gentle kisses until she met his neck, feeling her fangs gently graze his skin, the gentle tickling sensation that it drove through him there as he gave out a light giggle, rubbing her back slow gently, caressing the sweet and gentle skin as she went on.

Suddenly, without warning, the door of the room shot open, causing Keira to quickly rise, her eyes swirling into a cruel and cold darkness as she turned to meet the gaze of another Vampire, Hollow sitting up, looking on at what was to unfold before him, watching as Keira moved with precision and intent to kill the tiny child-like Vampire who held a deep hunger in her eyes. She released a low and angry growl focused at Keira and he sighed, saying softly, “if only things could be resolved in a far more peaceful manner,” watching next as she spoke, “Why? WHY do you get him all to yourself…” and looking on at Keira, watching as she smirked at the child-like vampire and shook her head at it’s question, responding in turn by grasping her by the neck and lifting her up, saying to her, “Why? Why dear Ash is because he is mine. Do you understand that… I do not have to share,” her tone dark and cold as ice, causing that chill the slide down his neck, lightly shocking him until he had regained his composure once more, looking on as the blood slid from her neck as she was held there against the wall. He gasped, just as the vampire who held the demeanor of the child did, surprised with the cruelty of Keira but he pressed himself with remembering what Keira had told him and with the fact this child was no doubt older than her looks gave off, biting back his internal instincts to try and pull Keira off of her.

It was hard to sit there, watching in horror and amazement at the things that unfolded, his eyes on them both. Yet, suddenly he felt the child stir, her eyes shifting in his direction as Keira continued to speak harshly to the child, warning her that she would take her head from her shoulders should she return. As he heard the child continue to gasp, he winced as if he could feel her very pain, closing his eyes, knowing it was for the best, else the child would no doubt harm him. It was only when she said, “Yessum ma’am,” that he let off a sigh of relief as Keira dropped the child, Keira making a low sound of disgust as he watched her slide down the wall of her room, her rump hitting the floor with a soft thud as he looked on. He was happy to know that she hadn’t killed her, smiling at Keira for showing the child, although she would of no doubt killed him, mercy even in times like these. However, his eyes twitched slightly as he watched Keira lick the blood from her fingers as the child left, slightly horrified yet too interested to turn away. Was it his humanity leaving him or was it something more? He watched idly as the child left and Keira closed the doors with such great strength, looking on as she turned to face him. He could see the fear in her eyes, the fear of losing his love or his trust. However, he’d embraced her trust far earlier than this and stood there, smiling, knowing that she was right, that her will was correct and was unnecessary to question, at least this time.

As Keira slid back to him, running her fingers along him, he spoke, “you were right to do that, you know. She would have killed me otherwise, you were very right to have given her a warning. I’m glad you just warned her though,” as she slid upon him further, meeting his shoulder and feeling her soft kiss upon it, he held her quickly, gently caressing her as he whispered, “don’t worry, you did the right thing, no matter what you do I’ll still always love you, every single thing about you, including your…habits. But we do need to work on a few things…” he giggled, yet he tensed soon after as Keira rose to meet him, saying stiffly, seeing that her tenseness had not left with the child as she said to him, “You are mine. If anyone of them so much looks at you the wrong way I will kill them,” leading him to speak, “yes, I know…don’t worry, as I said before, I’ll always love you and every part of you and I’ll give every inch of myself to you in order to prove that. I’ve given you my heart, my freedom, my friendship, even my blood. There is really only one other thing left to give you that I possess and that is my flesh,” taking her hands then, he kissed them both, and shushed her, trying to calm her as he gently moved her away, standing upon the floor beside her bed as he removed the last bit of clothing that kept him decent away, freeing himself from his cloth bindings, letting them fall to the floor of her chambers.

He smiled there, looking at her as he fell back onto the bed, taking her bloody crimson sheets and covering himself only slightly. If he was anything now to her, he was her food, her companion, and now her consort in her kingdom beneath the mansion that was run by old whispers and rumor. They thought her a mad and heartless bitch of a queen but he saw more within her icy eyes, he saw there in their glass-like shine, the sky against the great ocean-blue, it’s gentle rocking, caressing everything and anything that it captured within their gaze and it was that which allowed him to believe that there was indeed love within her that had been hidden deep and even more than that, honor, even a sort of love for all things, simply dulled and cheapened by her loss of something or maybe…someone. He laid there though, next to her, brushing the strands of hair away from her face as he gently kissed her lips and laid there in pose, inviting her at her own desire and pleasure, not wanting to force anything she didn’t wish upon her as he laid there, still looking onward through the glass casing that beautiful, gentle sea of blue, causing him to smile with a peace he’d never seen before and it was from that that he knew he’d made the right choice.

[Keira]

Keira relaxed into the kiss as his hand softly caressed her cheek. Never had she brought another into her room, let someone get this close. She had other lovers in the past and had never thought anything of it as she always returned to Gilles arms but he was gone. It seemed like forever since he had walked out the door and now she had someone out of the blue in her bed, speaking the kindest words to her, words she knew that she didn’t deserve no matter what he said. Marc still had a lot of things to learn about her. He could easily say at this point in time that she was beautiful and wonder why anyone could hate her and call her cruel. Keira was easy to set off and her anger was almost palpable to anyone close. Pushing the darker thoughts from her mind she slid over top of him making herself comfortable once more. Looking at him with a perplexed look on her face when he joked around food, she narrowed her eyes before smirking at him laughing.

Leaning forward for another kiss, kissing him more deeper than anytime before her body began to relax against his, enjoying the taste and scent of him as she did so. After a short bit she pulled out of the kiss sighing softly as her eyes found his. She felt his hands on her skin and enjoying the touch allowed him to guide her to his neck. Smirking she sucked on his skin before slowly sinking her fangs into the soft tender skin. Her bite hurt at first but she could make it pleasurable, nothing like Gilles could but close. It wasn’t like she had anyone to test it out on and slowly started to after they had met just like now. Savoring the taste of his blood she kept her body pressed tightly to his hardened lines as she fed, and fed deeply from him. She registered the feel of his hands caressing her back and sighed against his neck not pulling away until she had taken her fill. Pulling her fangs from his neck she closed it properly before leaning her cheek against his shoulder purring softly against his skin. He was so delicious in everyway so far.

He then repeated those three words to her and she looked at him puzzled. She couldn’t mask her face, or maybe she didn’t want to. He hardly knew her at all and yet he loved her. Those were such strong words and feelings to be having especially with one so dark and twisted like herself. He wrapped his arms around her quickly, pulling her close once more and kissed her softly. Looking at him confused so shook her head as he continued. Lightly she caressed his cheeks. “You don’t know what you are saying Marc but I will let you find out for yourself. I wont hold your words against you if you ever do change your mind, I am very dark on the inside, twisted into something no one should ever love” she said softly as he kissed her once more. Breaking the kiss she looked into his eyes and smirked. “We will see my Hollow” her words were soft as she leaned him back down on her bed, hands caressing his skin as she laid comfortably on top of him and found his lips once more, enjoying the kiss she twirled a bit of his hair around her finger and smiled down at him. Giving a content sigh she was enjoying the feeling of him caressing her back before it was all interrupted by Ash. She sat up stiffly her eyes turning cruel before she had the chance to look away from Marc.

Moving to the young vampire she punished her for her disobedience but left her with her life. Keira licked Ash’s blood from her fingers before slowly shutting her double doors and locking them. She didn’t want anymore interruptions from anyone. Slowly turning around she looked at Marc on the bed and let out a sigh before walking back to the bed and back to him. Moving slowly back to him her body was still tense and her eyes a bit warmer but still ice cold. Her finger tips caressed her sheets as she stopped and listened to him. “That vampire has been a pain in my ass since the moment she was allowed here. I haven’t killed her yet but tonight was her last warning” Keira replied back to him as she slid closer to him on the bed. Kissing his shoulder she listened to him and arched an eyebrow. “I am not going to change” or easily she finished in her head as he giggled then grew serious. He knew that her words were true if anyone tried to touch him she would kill them without a second thought. “You keep on telling yourself that love” she whispered as he took her hands and kissed them gently.

Keira watched in amazement how nothing so far seemed to change his mind on her. Her blue eyes followed him as he slipped off the bed and removed the rest of his clothing. Smirking her eyes wandered over his form before she looked back at him when he moved under the sheets. Shaking her head she pulled her dress off over her head and tossed it aside looking down at him dressed in nothing as well. Golden locks of hair fell over both her shoulders covering her enough from the world. Her blue eyes looked up at him when he brushed a few strands of her hair from her face and leaned forward kissing her lips softly once more. Sighing contently she looked over his form as he posed there for her. “I guess you made your choice then” she asked in statement form as she herself slid under then crimson covers and pulled him close to her. Her lips almost touching his as their eyes met and her legs tangled with his. “Its been over 75 years since I let anyone this close Marc” she finished in a whisper as she kissed him hard and passionately. All she wanted to do was drown out her senses by using him to fill that void, that gap she still had in her heart. Her one hand caressed his neck as the other moved to his chest then to his back pressing their bare chests tightly together as she asked for permission with her tongue to enter his mouth so she could taste him some more.