That smell.

A couple of hours ago Heather woke up for the sun going down. But she was used to it, keeping herself away from the sunlight, and going out when it was dark. It had been more than 400, and it had always been that way. She would get sick if she went out in the light – and nobody wants to get sick, if they can avoid it. She was walking down the streets, drying her cheek from a blood stain. She had just fed on a drunk girl who needed help getting home – but now she was laying in the streets, passed out by anemia. Maybe someone would find her – maybe not. In Heathers eyes, she did not deserve to live. She was too easy, probably drugged too.
She could hear nearby clubs booming with music and party-people. Few walked on the streets with her. Most of them too drunk to even stand on their own feed, so they were clinging to their friends to stand upright. Streetlights and storefronts lit up the whole main street, so everybody was visible. In Heathers eyes, it was a spotlight on her, like walking on a catwalk. Although, she was not a model – not yet… She was at least 10cm too small. But her legs were long and her skin beautifully pale and smoot, with freckles all over.
The meal was already done, so she wasn’t that hungry – even though pureblood vampires were always hungry… But since she had already eaten, she was on her way home, headed for the metro. She was almost on her way down the stairs to the metro, when some drunk dude catcalled her. Usually she just ignored the catcalls, but there was something else she couldn’t ignore. It was a certain stench. And it called her. It wasn’t this drunk dude, but something – no someone who smelled irresistible. She turned on one heel and began to rush towards the smell.

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It had been a few days after Christmas, where Zechariah had decided to get back to his hotel he, had been out on bars most of the days, to drink. He then had decided to grab his things had take a little out, he had been out of Gaia around Christmas. So now he was getting back to southside, gather a couple of his things, and make ready for New Years. His plan was simple take to the united states have fun, and shortly after getting to Australian, where he would have his New Year, if he could not do both he would go to Australian. He then started to move down to the place he lived at a Hotel at southside was, not the best thing but it had its own charm, and he did not like to fancy things anyway.

As he moved trough southside, he felt a thing he had never felt before, like a thing calling for his buddy, he had control over himself so he try  pushing it off, and it worked for the most part like now. He then decide to go a bit faster towards his hotel, he just needed to get it done and then leave  the city. Shortly after he felt it again, like his soulmate was near him. He looked around, and got a bit more confused and frighten, he quickly decides to wait for the person, since she was near him now. He closed his jacket completely and waited for it

Everything felt more intense for each step she took. The smell was intoxicating and addicting at the same time. As she got closer, she could identify the smell; a witch. Why was a witch’s smell so appealing? She had never felt anything like this with any of the many witches she had met in Midnight Street. She could feel that the smell stopped and she rushed even more – she was almost jogging. Suddenly the smell began to disappear… What was that? Did the witch get into a car and drive off?
She chose to continue after the smell and suddenly the smell came back, as if she was close enough There weren’t many on the streets but Heather continued past a guy who seemed to be about 20cm taller and had short blond hair. As she passed him it felt like the smell was behind her. She jogged just approximately 7 meters past him, before she was at a full stop and turned towards the man pointing with her indexfinger, nail painted red.

It was him.

With her supernatrual speed she rushed over to him took him by his elbow, with a strong tight grip, and pulled him into a side street. When they were far away enough from the street lights she pushed him towards the brickwall. She held him against the wall with her underarm across his chest.
She looked at him frowning. "Who are you," she growled almost under her breath, showing little of her teeth. His smell both made her want to make him her personal bloodbank - but she was also really tempted to kill him.

Zechariah could fell how the person got closer, and how he felt being near the person, but he stood his ground if she went past him, he could quickly go the other way. He felt his heart start to jump even more as, it beat faster and faster he knew she was near. He saw a red-haired beauty go past him and for a moment he thought, she just would leave and go away. Though as, he saw her turn around, and saw her finger, he knew he would, not get out of it. In a few seconds he was pushed up at a wall in a street ally, with a vampire holding him up against the wall. “Zechariah, I am Zechariah.” He answered her calm as he could be, but being force up at a wall was not fun at all.

“What gives you the right to push me up against, a wall and who the fuck are you?” He sneered at her, as he still felt how this made him, fell like he would do anything for this crazy woman, he would not though, he could not she could not be his mate. He bites his own lower lip as he felt her hand holding up maybe, he could try with some magic, but to be honest, she would still kick his ass, she was older than him he could already fell that. “Are we done I need to get back to my hotel woman.” He said a bit cold to her, as he tried to get ready to try and get out of it even, though she probably was a lot stronger than him.

The guy she had pushed up against the wall presented himself to her. What a gentleman – he clearly did not understand what was going on. But of course, he couldn’t read her mind.
“How sweet, Zechariah,” she sneered. He seemed to be shocked that she was so rushed about everything. “I’m Heather Chadwick – and there is something about you that not right,” she looked angrily at him and got a little closer to him. His smell was so strong and called after her bite. “You do know witchblood is poisonous to drink, right? But something about your smell tells me you’re not like everybody else…”  she took a deep breath, inhaling his smell. “No we’re not done!” she protested, “I have to know what’s so special about you,” in her head she gave him two options, tell her what’s special about him or let her figure it out herself; biting him.

As he felt her breath at his face, he looked at her, trying to not give away anything, for it, he then decide to quickly try and come up with a lie, not first time he would have done it but this woman was crazy, no way around that part.

“Maybe my blood is a poison to even though the smell, aint the same, so why don’t you go and fuck of or bite me and take the chance.” He added as he looked at her, he hoped it worked and she would let him go to be honest, since he knew she would figure out how special his blood was, when she decide to bite him if she did decide to bite him.

He could fell the cold weather around, them but there was no way for him to use magic when she was holding him against a cold wall. As soon as she would let her guard down, he would start trying to get away hopefully he would be able to make a stand, and fight her because she would find him because of his bloods smell he just knew that.  

His eyes were still fixed, on Heather, when she waited for an answer, she probably would hate, but if Zechariah, had been know for making great plans, was just not a thing there would happen. First now he realize how, her face looked it was very thin, and her eyes green, like light green, her red hair, made this look like a winter miracle, and her lips, so wide, even when she looked like this and sneered at him, that you just could kiss them.

Heather gave him a crooked smiled as he tried to explain his smell. He was pathetic, did he really think he could get away this easily? She had lived for approximately 450 years – she had seen the things she needed and she was crazy rich at this point – she wouldn’t mind dying by drinking his blood, which smelled so intoxicating.

With her free right hand, she let it crawl slowly and teasingly up his shoulder, along his neck and up to his jawline, pushing his face away exposing his neck. She let her arm, which held him up against the wall go to his shoulder, holding it back towards the wall. He might still be able to use his right arm to push her away, but she was too occupied with the pulse in his neck, and didn't even notice his mark at this point. She giggled underneath her breath and felt her teeth lengthening. She could just imagine the terror in his eyes. Even though he was taller than her, she had just the right height to reach his neck. She leaned forward, her chest against his, and in a fast movement, she dug her teeth into his neck.

Euphoria filled her mind. No blood she had ever tasted before was this good. Goosebumps began to appear on her arms and her grip on him got weaker. This wasn’t an effect of poisonous blood, this was an effect of pure excitement. She didn’t want to let go of him, and let her right hand remove the force on his jawline and slip behind his ear. But this wasn’t close enough for her. She let her left arm go underneath his armpit in something that almost resembled a hug. She was so full that she had to stop drinking. She only just let her teeth go of him and slightly licked any residue blood away. She could feel her own pulse, telling her this was a great and exciting experience.

She pulled away slightly and finally saw her name written in cursive along his collarbone. Her eyes widened and she pulled back even further, both of her hands between his collarbones and upper arm, "Are you kidding me?" she was shocked, disgusted and oddly enough very satisfied. That was a gamechanger. She was stuck with this son of a bitch. But did she mind? She couldn't really make up her mind.

Zechariah could fell how she moved his head, without any problem, he try making her stop it, “you are gonna die Heather, don’t do it.” He added, before he felt her bite, first he did not like it but as she dug in he felt an emotion like if he was drugged, and he did not mind his arms got very tired, and he could not even push her away, a thing he had try to in the start as he poison was falling, into his body, he got tired, when she stooped, he had problems getting back into his own head, when she talked he looked at her she had seen it, he quickly decide, that he had to move, he pushed her away, and start running holding his hand over his neck there was bleeding after the bite.

He keept running until he thought he was in a safe area. He quickly looked around trying to figure out if there was anything, he could use in a min he remember he was a witch he then laid his hand on his neck mumble a few words, and in that regarded heal his neck. He quickly grabbed his light , as he then turned it on and slowly started to control the fire, so if she got to him again he would be ready, where his lighter would have been before there now as a ball of fire. He knew she would be near by, but using this magic, was his only defences she would be able to remember his smell and find his the blood there had been dripping would not work either.

Before she got to dig in, he tried to convince her not to do it, but she had made her mind, and dug in anyways.
Heather was in such a shock that he suddenly was out of her grip and running with all his legs could allow him. She stood there a second blinking rapidly before she started her hunting mode. She was already pretty filled, so the hunting mode was not as intense as it would be if they had met an hour earlier. This was all or nothing. She knew that they had to get along somehow – he could be her personal blood-bank, right?

Her eyes brightened and she looked towards his destination. She began walking towards him. She was not in a hurry, because she knew she would find him at some point. She could sense that he stopped, and a fire started near him. Was he trying to keep her away from him with a circle of fire? She wouldn’t care nonetheless. She would walk through fire to get to him. She sped up and soon he was in her sight, “Why did you run away, Zechariah?” she asked him playfully and smiled wide. “I just asked you a simple question, that’s not dangerous to answer, is it?” she was still getting closer and closer to him. She noticed how it looked like he was carrying a ball of fire. Exciting. Pyrokinesis? Fire manipulation, she would not know before he threw it after her. If that was what he was going to do?

When he heard, her voice, his eyes meet hers again, the red hair, why did it have to be this bitch, “don’t get any closer Heather.” He said out loud as his eyes looked at her movement, “if you move one inch, I will throw this, and we will see if its true that vampires also burns.” He said in a short tone, before his eyes looked at her, he did not like how playful she was around this, did he have to burn her if so, not enough to kill him since, he would die too. “Why I ran away you bloody bite me, seems like a good enough reason to get as much, distance between us as I can.”

He added before he looked at her agian, if she had moved and inch he would throw the fire ball and start a new one trough his manipulation of the fire. When she said she just asked him a question he sneered,

“bloody lies you attacked me for blood, so don’t play dumb, let me be or I will burn you to the ground.” He added before he looked at her, for a while, he had never, seen this as a thing there would happen, to be honest who knew his soul was promised to a bloody vampire a bloodsucker a fiend.

Shortly after he looked at her again, and talked

“ so Heather, think about your next move very well, might be the last, you get”
He said with a very confident voice.

The poor man told her to stay away, but she just slowly walked closer to him, it was empty threats anyway. “You really don’t have to throw that, you know,” she said in a very calm tone. She was not trying to trick him, “I just ate before we met, so I can’t get another bite anyway,” she tried to explain, even though it would be really satisfying just being next to him. Even though she was full, she could feel her teeth watering. Wanting more of him – not necessarily his blood. He tried to explain why he wanted distance between them, and she laughed out loud, because she knew, she was his soulmate, and it was as clear as written on his collarbone. “I think you are pretty much in denial of the thing written on your collarbone, sweetheart,” she took a slow step while she laughed. This was too funny.

Even though she seemed to be too busy having fun, she still had her attention on his fireball. And it paid off having her attention there, because he did actually threw it after her, but was ready and quickly dodgede the fire getting close to her. She basically, just stepped away from the flame and walking in a new ‘line’ towards him – just quickly.

“I did not attack you for blood,” she excused herself, “You gave me a choice to bite you or let you go – plus you basically dared me to bite you!” she tried to explain her situation and continued walking closer to him. She was probably seven meters away from him now, slowly walking closer. His threats was as empty as she was full. He could probably throw some fire after her and hurt her, but it would not be a lot – just like how much she needed blood; not a lot. He could also choose not to hurt her, and she could choose not to bite him. Decisions…

As Heather moved closer towards Zechariah, he became more, content on getting away. As she clearly started to have fun it, was not because her laugh sounded evil, more why she laughed that made him, even more content on getting away.

She had seen her name on his collarbone he would still deny it. “what the fuck are you talking about, It’s a tattoo of and ex, there carried the name heather as well, so its nothing.” He lied, before he saw how she steeped out of the way from the fire, he quickly turn his lighter on again and started to manipulate it.
“I said don’t get closer the next one wont miss,” he said in a very threating voice, as she then moved into a few more meters closer, that’s when he started to back away, he was not going to outrun this woman and if he was, well she would found him of his smell.
“I will throw this if you are getting closer, so any step and I will throw it at you.” He said in a calm voice as he felt his body, reacted on it, he could fell how long this had been and since it was the second time, he would maybe end up overusing it to much.

He could already fell it now, but he would lie, if he did not say that he still did not want to kill her, just push her a little away.
As soon as he would have hold it in 10 mins more he would, pass out not and ideal day, and ending for this part.

The pretty lie made Heather laugh out loud. He was too good to be true. “Oh boy, do you even know what you are?” she had a hand resting on her belly from laughing, but she continued with her slow walk towards him. She got a few meters closer to him, while he was getting the next fireball ready. As he told her to keep her distance, she cockily took another step towards him, with a wide jokingly smile.

But of course, he didn’t like the fun as much as her, so he threw the next fireball after her, and she didn’t dodge it completely. Sadly, it hit some of her upper arm and she pinched her eye and looked at the wound, as the only reaction from the burn. Her skin was red and burned, but it immediately started to heal. It would probably take less than a minute to heal. She looked up from her arm, while bits of her hair covered some of her face. Through her hair she looked at him with a serious look. He was not playing no more, so she didn’t wasn’t to try to play with him – not right now at least. She now took some fast, threatening steps towards him, hoping that he wouldn’t run off – because that would’ve been a disaster. She hoped she could grab him in his collar getting him out of focus from his fire manipulation.

Before the time was over he saw how the fire burned her skin, shortly after it healed, he then quickly decide he had to get out of her, he had heard her voice in the start he knew what he was, and what she was to him. He just did not like it, this woman was, a bit crazy, and normal he would not have a problem but this woman, he did not like but he could try and run from his distance, since his body, soon would give into the temptations.

He then quickly decides to push her to the site, before he started to move trough the street ally, “stay away I am warning you Heather.” He said in a low voice as his strength started to fade, hen then fought his own way towards the streets, he felt how his legs got heavier, before he looked around, his body finally closed down, and pushed him down on the ground, as it became darker, he struggled to hold his eyes open before they closed, and he passed out, in the ally, in the snow.

Before she got up to him, he pushed her to the side and started to walk away, she quickly straightened up and followed his pace. She did hear his warning, but she didn’t really care – she was not the one with her life on the line. She could live for many years and heal ‘easily’ compared to him. He was the one who was had his life on the line; and a lot of pain if something went wrong in-between them.

She could see that his fire manipulation had taken most of his energy and he didn’t have much power left to stay awake. When she could see that his legs trembled she ran towards him catching his head, before it hit the snow covered ground. She could see that he was tired, and she knew that he couldn’t stay outside in the snow. She decided that she had to carry him somewhere, but she didn’t really know where to. She looked around for a motel or hotel that they could check in to, nothing really caught her eye, so she had to carry him a little way to find something. She looked down at him again, and realized he still was bleeding from her bite. She chose to bite her left wrist, so some of her blood began to appear on the surface. She opened his mouth and smeared a drop or two of her blood into his mouth. Almost as the blood disappeared on his tongue, she wounds on his neck healed up and she was able to dry off the blood on his neck, above her name written on his collarbone.

She chose to lift him up, starting with an upright torso, grabbing him under his arms and under his knees. One, two and lift! She lifted him up easily, but it was just because of her vampiric powers. A human her size would not have been able to lift him up. As she started walking with no trouble, drunk people on the streets got confused and had to rub their eyes to be sure what they saw was real. As she walked down the streets she saw a hotel with lights on, even though it was approximately 2 in the morning, She stepped in and walked towards the front desk, and asked the lady behind the desk for a room with two beds. The lady just blinked at Heather, seeming like she was surprised that she could carry the man who was a lot taller than herself. The lady then looked at Zechariah and continued to look surprised.

“That’s Zechariah Goodwin. He already have a room here… Are you sure you don’t just want to go to his room?” the lady asked confused. Heather nodded and told the lady yes, that they could just go to Zechariah’s room. Heather also explained that Zechariah had gotten quite drunk and therefore Heather had to carry him somewhere. The lady just nodded, even though she didn’t really understand it. Heather, carrying Zechariah like a bride, followed the lady who lead her to Zechariahs room and opened it up for them, and then left them. Heather walked into the room, and placed Zachariah in a chair, making sure he didn’t fall down when she turned away. She walked over to the doublebed and removed the comforter/duvet, turned back to carry Zechariah to the bed. When she sat with him in the bed, she removed his jacket, scarf, gloves and shoes. Then she tugged him in. He looked so peacefull when he was passed out. Heather giggled a bit and put his stuff in the chair he sat in before. She stood there for a moment and thought about what she was going to do. She decided to take his lighter from his jacket and put it into her bra. She then pulled the curtains to cover any sunshine from the morning. She took off her long boots and loosened the bow which hung loosely around her neck. She checked her arm again. The burn wasn’t there anymore, but there was a burnt hole in her sleeve… What a shame... Now she either had to remove the sleeves or throw out her shirt. Keeping her skirt and shirt on, she walked over to the bed, and climed in and got under the comforter. She didn’t really have anything to cover her skin in the morning, but hopefully she could figure something out.

As Zechariah collapsed on the ground. Everything he had done, passed before his eyes. He knew he was out of energy, and she would easily be able to kill him. As his eyes closed, he finally passed out, in that way he never found out what happened after he had collapsed.

The next day he slowly got to himself, as he lay in a bed, a bed he had collapsed outside why was he in what felt like a bed. He then opened his eyes slowly trying to pinpoint where he was, a smell made him quickly quiet again, as he felt the coldness behind him. His eyes were fixed on his clothes as he looked at it. He then mumbles a few words to get his lighter, as he focused the magic on his own clothes. He then saw nothing happened as, he cursed for himself. She had taken his lighter, as he then got up, he quickly turned his head toward who it was behind him. When he saw who it was, he nearly lost his shit.


This was bad the vampire had been in the same bed as him, they had not made the bond yet. This was a good thing, if not that he felt his connection to her became, stronger for her, he felt like he wanted to worship, her do whatever she asked for him but he needed to hold his shit together he quickly went out to the bathroom, where he as he threw water in his face.
He could always use the sun, as he got into the area. He then got a plan as fast, where after he quickly went over and took the carpet of as he then looked down at Heather, nothing happened, other than she moved. “Why are you not burned up, “he then shouted. This had been the only thing he had in his back head. But he was happy in a way she had not died, inside his soul.
It was first now his eyes saw, her as a woman and not a monster, but he could have sworn reason behind it was because his soul and body wanted her now.

Heather slept like a baby, even though biting her sleeping partner was very appealing. She layed on her side, with her hands tucked under the pillow, and the comforter pulled up to her shoulders. It was nice sleeping next to someone, it had been a while.

All of a sudden, the comforter was pulled of her. In pure surprise she turned onto her back, eyes wide open. She was resting her on her elbows. Besides the covers sound from being pulled off, she heard him shouting at her. She squeezed her eyes a bit together while thinking about what he asked her. Feeling nauseous she covered her eyes and laid straight back on the bed. “Shut the curtains, please…” she mumbled, and rolled onto her side, not facing the window. “The sun makes me nauseous…” she groaned while taking his covers to cover her skin. Hopefully, she would soon feel better, she had not been exposed for awfully long.

As soon as her skin was covered, she began to feel better, and sat up, with his covers tugged around her body, with her back to the sun. “You do know vampires don’t burn by the sun, right?” she chuckled and tried to glance over her shoulder, to watch his movements. Slowly she began to tie the butterfly in front of her chest. What a present, ha.

She could feel a minor hunger in her stomach. Sadly, she knew his blood was addicting for her. What a psycho branding. She had to try to keep her hunger at bay, just a little longer. Of course, if he started shouting again, she might just go for it and bite him. Maybe that would shut him up.

As he saw her reaction, his eyes wide. He was not going to let the curtain, be pulled for again. He liked the light to much, and on top of that he did not want her to have the upper hand. His eyes looked over towards her as she sat up and looked at him over her shoulder. “How about, you can fuck of, I decide if I want the light inside my own room.” As he stood in front of his, window so this was nice. Zechariahs eyes followed her, as she seemed to be tiding, something on another site, this he did not like, however. He quickly got and idea, this would maybe give him time to get out of the country and be as far away from her as he could. His eyes followed her, as he then decide to talk.

“So here is whats going to happen, you fuck of leave my room, and go back to wherever you live.” He said as moved one step ahead of himself, “then we forget you bite me, and we will never have to see each other again. This will not kill me, and we are not stuck to each other.” He said in a high voice as he was close on shouting again, “that’s the offer heather and then I will close the curtain and let you stay to night time there you go, this is my last and only offer decide soon. “ He said as Zechariahs, eyes looked over her and followed her every move he did not wanted, her to surprise him with anything and he did think she would be to slow to attack him, since the sun was up.

She was definitely not amused with his decision about not closing the curtains. She shoved off the comforter and stood up. Her skirt had rolled up a bit along the night, so she had to pull it a bit down. She cleared her throat and slowly walked towards the end of the bed. Only her toes were in the sunlight. She tried to listen carefully to every word he said, and nodded slowly, “So, let me get this straight,” she said. She crossed her arms and put her weight on one leg. “If it’s your decision whether or not you want sunlight in your room…” she talked slowly and thoughtfully, “Then why do I have the possibility to choose to leave tonight, or not. I could lie to you, you know?” she gave him a slow elevator glance.

Slowly she walked towards him, getting more and more sunlight on her. As soon as she stood in arms reach, she stopped. “You know I’m going to go after you right?” she casually licked her lower lip. Now that she had tasted his blood, she was going to crave it. And there was no way she was going to let her favorite blood bank get away forever. She could almost feel his pulse, even though they didn’t even touch. “And you are going to want me,” she said and winked at him.

As Zechariah had heard her words, he followed every move she made. As he stood near the sun. In the sun show how he was build. He was not a muscular man, but where his muscle where they showed. His six-pack of a chest covered by different tattoos all of them had a story behind them. He had a tattoo of a ace of spades from a deck of cards on his right shoulder, with the words one life one chance. He also had some other tattoos, like an anchor on his right chest and a crucifix on the left chest. His back was turned toward the sun, but there was nothing to see. His other should was having a dragon head. His eyes looked up at her as she confirmed what he had just said, his neck has always had her name only one he had not chosen himself. Her name why was it he had to deal with this girl, on one way he wanted to fuck her brains out, and just have fun. But he had been without a soulmate a long before, so that was why he could keep himself in cheek. His body slowly started to react again against his own wild he took a few steps towards her, but when he saw what he did he moved back again.

“Let´s call it a sign of trust, I don’t believe you will listen to me, but lets be honest if you lie well then I know I can trust you in the future Heather.” He said as his eyes looked at her. When she stood in front of him, inside and arm length and talked again he could fell how his heartbeat became slower and louder and louder. The thing of just being near her and being in the same room, was enough to drive him wild if he could not hold his self-control.

“I know that is not the point.” He said as he closed his eyes shortly heard his heartbeat, beat slowly. As she said that she knew he was going to want her, he slowly started to face that and before he could think about it he moved towards her again.


“You are right, I am depending on you, if you rejected me I die if I don’t bond with you I will always have a burning hole eating me up, but whats to stop you from killing me when you get tired of me, so why not take my chances and run.” He said still holding his body from falling for her, he then backed off and pulled one of the curtains in front of it again. His eyes were fallen deep within hers, and making him longing for her. “I do need you.” He said it came out as a whisper.

Where she stood, she had a very nice view. She could tell every curve on his body and his tattoos. He was pretty decorated compared to her – but of course she needed a witch and a tattooartist to make a tattoo, and she had no idea what to put on her body eitherway, even though she had lived more than 400 years. As soon as he moved on his feet, she lifted an eyebrow, still standing in the shadow, except for her feet. Was he going to approach her? Her question was quickly answered, as he stepped back. He probably realized what he was doing.

“You offer is bad, and you know it. We can’t stay apart, even though we might want to,” she explained even more. How could he believe that they could live separate lives and not care about eachother? Her sensitive vampire ears easily heard every pound his heart made. It was a tempting sound, and she did her best to fight of the feeling for digging her teeth into his precious neck.

At some point, it seemed like a wall of realization reached Zechariah. He realized that he needed her, and a rejection would kill him. A great smile formed on her beautiful bare lips. When he talked about killing him, when she got tired, she shook her head, “What no! Why would I kill you?” He was definitely the best bloodbank she had ever had.

He suddenly covered some of the window, with a curtain, and a smile formed on her lips. She quickly felt better. Her cold heart almost felt warm as he told her, that he needed her. As they stood relatively close, she smiled slightly. With calm movement she put her arms around his neck ready to kiss him, if he let her do it.

His eyes looked at the vampire Heather. As she answered his first question, “oh is that so.” He said as his eyes meet hers. The vampire did look great, heather was and interesting vampire that was so damn certain. His eyes gave her the elevator glance, as she talked to him. How his heart was beating, was kind of hard for him to get around to. He was fighting with every emotion in his body, not to fall into her arms this fight was all to hard for him. As his eyes study her body, the little thing in front of her clothes, making it look like a present.

“Right you would not kill me, well that’s a relief, and I don’t know you don’t really need me so killing me would be an option for you if it came back to it.” He then looked at her with, her moves, she looked great he was not wondering as he felt her arms around his neck it left a shiver. It was relative cold hands around his neck. His eyes then meet hers as, their face came closer to each other. His eyes were fixed at her lips, as he felt them on his own shortly after. He then moved his hands up and open her like a present, as he let it down. He then started to remove his own clothes; he was not going to be able to give up. He wanted her, no matter what his head said he felt in his heart, how he wanted her and just giving into her.

Just being near her now, was a blessing for him. It gave him peace, and he felt like just being with her was, a way for him to get a peace of mind for once. As his lips was letting go of her´s as he sends her a slight smile. He then leaned his head against her´s as he talked to her. “We should probably, not go overboard right now, I do want this but, this might not be the best idea, but I can’t deny that I want this, that I want you.” He added before his lips meet her´s intents again.

She smiled ever so lightly as he realized, she would never dare to kill him. It would be like giving away the thing that kept you happy. She rolled her eyes as he said that she didn’t need him. That was correct. But his blood was like a drug, and keeping him alive, would be what she wanted the most. To forever have the best snack in the world. She might even bring him to vampires only parties, just to show off. No vampire could have him but her.

Her bare arms could feel his shivering and how goosebumps appeared. She smiled widely, as she noticed his eyes were locked on her lips. She closed her eyes as their lips met. She chuckled slightly between the kiss, as she could feel him untie the tie around her neck and hear him remove his own clothes. He gave in and it filled her with joy.

When their lips parted, her smile got smaller, it only took a second before her smile widenend again. He wanted her. This was going very well, and filled with joy she kissed him back just as intense as he did. “Tell me, what is overboard?” she asked between kisses. She had to know what was overboard to him, so she wouldn’t scare him off. This would be the easiest if they both were okay with each other and didn’t break boundaries.

As Heather asked what their was overboard, he knew what he meant but after a look into her eyes was it like he did not know what he actually meant. He stood there as their lips left each other, before his eyes meet hers again. “I don’t really know tbh. “He said as he then looked around.

“we probably should not do this now, I mean maybe we should wait.” He added, not that he wanted to wait, but it felt like it might be the best idea he could go with. He looked at her as, he did not know what he wanted to say and what he wanted to do, one thing he knew was if they did it he would be bound to her,

“If we do this there is no turning back, I will be bound to you. " he said before he took a little break. "that I don’t like being depending on one person, so that’s what I meant with overboard. I will be depending on you and your life if you die I die."
He then took another break, before he yet agian talked from his heart
."if you are with another I will fell that to, everything their happens next will make me bound to you heather, and I don’t know if I can give that. I love you yeah, but I don’t want to hand you my life,I don’t wane give myself up not yet we have only just meet."

He then yet agian, made another break before he talked agian." I do want you but, I don’t wane give up my free will even though it will happens no matter what, at some point. “ He added before he closed his eyes, and moved away from her not a lot just so he did not fell the hunger that big as it would have been if their lips had meet again.