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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 0:12:33 GMT -8
He looked at her critically from the corner of his eye, shaking his head. He sat up, crossing his legs as he met her eyes seriously.
"I'm uncomfortable with it. However, Id be even more uncomfortable if it wasn't me. There's no guarantee that someone else would bring you back."
He was in need of a drink anyway...Yeah, that was just the sort of thinking that could get her drained.
"You just need to be ready."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 0:19:18 GMT -8
"Honestly, I'm ready whenever you are. I know what to expect for the most part. I just need you to let me know." Melora drew circles in the blanket beneath her. She was about to ask a favor that might be going a bit far, but she had decided she wanted this. "I have one favor to ask before we do it though. It's simple, I promise." She looked up at him, face red. "Kiss me, before you do it." It was simpler to say it outright, and that was the most forward she could be about it. "It'll serve as a warning, but also, because I'm selfish, I know that after the change you might not want to even be this close to me. So..." She looked him over, looking for some sort of reaction. He had asked her the same thing not long ago, so she figured she had every right to do the same.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 0:24:15 GMT -8
Azura's eyebrows rose in surprise, not at all expecting that to be Melora's simple request. Chyeah he'd kiss her, especially since she'd asked him to. This was like getting a VIP ticket into a Madonna concert.
"Alright," he began, amused. "You're not lying are you?"
He leaned forward, face centimeters from hers, testing her mettle.
"And you mean, right before it happens? Or as foreplay?"
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 12, 2010 0:27:26 GMT -8
The walk through the hall helped to relax the tension in his shoulders, relieve the jerkiness from his movements, and quell the turbulence that tangled with his thoughts. Now, head clear he stood outside Azura’s room. He would not outright yell at the King, but he had every intention to question his judgment and why he had handled his own family the way he had.
So, with no further hesitation, he brought a hand up to the door to rap his knuckles on the door. Once, twice, three times. He knew for certain somebody was inside, hearing a certain human’s heart beat.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 0:28:40 GMT -8
Melora's face turned redder and her heart raced, but she sat unflinching, face close enough to his to feel the cold of his skin mingling with the heat of her own. She said the next words without needing to think them through, they were entirely true. "Azura, the second you kiss me I am at your will. Whatever we do from then on is entirely your choice, as I have made mine. When your lips touch mine, I am submitting to you entirely." A smile played on her lips. "Entirely." Her hand slipped up his arm and onto his shoulder, resting there softly.
When the rapping at the door broke the moment, Melora just about jumped out of her skin. God dammit, it would be him. Way to destroy it.
She sighed, getting up to answer the door, pausing before Azura. "It seems we've been interrupted. If you value me, remember my request." She placed a hand on the cold of the knob. "Shall I open it?"
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 0:36:16 GMT -8
Azura waved a hand. "No, don't bother. He needs to learn to go to bed without being tucked in."
He raised his voice an octave, just loud enough for Christopher to hear. "No bedtime stories for you!"
Rolling his eyes he scooted over too the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his thighs. "Now, why did you get up, Melora? Scared?"
To be honest, he was astounded at her forwardness, especially after all the squealing and evading she'd done in the past. Perhaps something really had changed within her.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 12, 2010 0:40:43 GMT -8
Why did Azura have to be such an ass? Bed time stories? Really? Even as a child he hadn't care for that facade of old human stories. Well, mostly human.
Chris folded his arms over chest, rolling his eyes, a growl bubbling up in his throat. "I can hear a heart racing, Melora, and heavy breathing in there... You two aren't having sex, are you? It'd be such a shame if I had to rip the door off. I bet every Vampire in the castle would feel Melora's blush too."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 12:34:41 GMT -8
Melora's hand shied away from the knob and turned the lock instead. Azura asking her if she was scared was practically a dare in her opinion, and she wasn't standing for it. She made her way back to Azura, stopping only to tell Chris through the door "It's very rude to interrupt, you know." When she was within inches of Azura she bent down, close to his face once more. Her hands went to either side of where he was sitting, bracing herself from falling forward. "What is this about being scared? Azura, you should know me best, I am fearless." A smile played across her features and she raised a brow at him, the same way he always did to her.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 12:39:03 GMT -8
He laughed at her. "Yeah, fearless. And this is why you're asking me to turn you into a vampire." Surging upward, he flipped her onto her back and changed his positioning so that he was straddling her, for lack of a better description, hand placed lightly on her neck before he leaned in to kiss her. He lingered for half a second before shifting his lips to slide down to her neck, wasting no time time time in plunging his fangs into her neck, blood pouring from the twin set of wounds.
A few minutes more, and Melora would be a vampire, and they still had Chris as a witness...more or less.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 12:53:21 GMT -8
She hadn't expected that at all. His lips pressed to hers turned her face completely red, the heat practically rose from her cheeks. Then, he sank his fangs into her neck. The sensation could be described as sexual, or perhaps even more than that, the way his hips were positioned above hers, his hair brushing light on her skin as he sucked at her neck. The piercing pain of the fangs entering her neck faded quickly and gave way to the pleasure of having him so close. Melora was determined to take in every detail of the experience, his smell, his hand cupping her neck and keeping her close to him, the softness of that hair...absentmindedly and entirely lost in the moment her fingers ran through it, feeling the silkiness run smoothly along the palm of her hand. If he was uncomfortable, he certainly didn't show it.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 12, 2010 13:03:26 GMT -8
Christopher growled. “Alright. One…” Eyes bleeding emerald, more of his energy being drained away, he began to pull air from the room, starting by shifting the vents with more currents to partially cut off the flow in.
“Two…” The door began to trembling on its hinges, and he coughed, suddenly feeling an odd sensation, almost like he couldn’t exhaled properly. He side-stepped, taking notice of the slurping noises on the other side.
Chris clenched his, jerking back. The door ripped off its hinges, landing in the hall. “Three.” He curled his lips as he entered the room, leaning against the door jam. Immediately the scent of blood washed over him, making his eyes turned to slits as the shimmering emerald hue faded.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 13:13:36 GMT -8
A little more, and she was completely and nearly irreversibly dead. She still had blood in her, but not enough to keep her bodily functions running. Brain activity was kind of just a little bit important.
He pulled away from her neck, breaths coming out slightly labored. He'd tried to drain her as fast as possible, attempting to mitigate the pain she might have felt toward the end, or only exacerbated it, he didn't quite know. But her reactions to him feeding from her were nothing short of a turn on.
Even as a corpse she was hot, damn her anyway. He looked down at her for only a moment, shortly contemplating his flight of fancy into necrophilia before turning to growl at Chris.
"You are such a fucking idiot."
With that he landed on his feet off the bed, pulling Melora to him, lifting her into his arms as he walked toward the bathroom. A new vampire was always unpredictable. Now, without a fucking door to his room, he needed a new space to keep her until he was certain she was alright to be around others. And by that he meant healthy for everyone else.
He lay her in the bathtub, leaning over the side and tearing open his tongue with a single fang. This was not exactly how it needed to be done, but he'd take some enjoyment in it. His lips met hers, colder than his in her lifeless repose, and he wedged her lips apart with his tongue, blood pouring out of it and now into her mouth. She only needed a small amount, enough to return the spark of her synapses, but not so much to give her a heart beat. To do so would kill her, permanently.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 12, 2010 13:18:49 GMT -8
His lips curled in disgust when Azura chose his method of giving her blood. “Idiot? I’m a fucking idiot? You’re the fucking idiot! Did you even consider what she’s going to want if,” He corrected himself, doubting Azura would let the Russian die permanently. “When she wakes up! Are you going to get drained, because I sure as hell am not. Or were you going to feed another or you're people to her?”
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 13:40:35 GMT -8
Melora woke with a start. The sensation of something warm slid down her throat. It was then that she realized that she was face to face with Azura, and his tongue was in her mouth. Shakily she placed a hand on his shoulder, sliding her tongue along his. The taste of blood had filled her mouth and she drew back from their kiss, oddly calm and collected. Had he done anything?
And then the pain came in a wave, hitting her like a ton of bricks. Her body trembled, but she smiled anyway. "I guess I'm alive again."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 13:45:45 GMT -8
He raised a brow at her, small, pleased smile on his lips. "I've heard this part hurts. Sure you aren't about to pass out on me?" He straightened, licking the mixture of their blood off of his lips as he eyed Christopher.
"Well, if you hadn't busted my door, I wouldn't have had to give her anything to feed from. But since you're here..." he added with a wry smile.
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