][...*Cough.* Wow, "fucking gorgeous", huh? Thanks. As I've said before, you're pretty damn gorgeous yourself. ^____^
Norma Jean= <3
Oh. And so is Rise Against. You have a great taste in music, girly.][

There it was! He had won! The girl was singing, and, in a sense, it was for him. It almost made him burst through his door once more, but he decided to just soak in the moment. If he went out there, he knew he would have to force her to sing again, but he couldn't muster up the strength to allow some girl to win.

Staring up at the ceiling, Kraig sighed aloud. As her voice slowly faded into nothing, he let his head rest against the door. His hands in his hair, he contemplated what he was going to do with the rest of his immortal life. Was he going to continue to spend it alone? He couldn't afford changing someone; what if he tired of them? Worse: what if they left him?
A heart of slow beats almost cracked at the thought of love and loss. It had happened to him once as a mortal...

Shaking his thoughts from his mind, the vampire stood thoughtfully. Pulling his door open, he stomped into the hallway loudly.
"Sing some more," he ordered, placing his hands on his slender hips.
His eye was focused on hers; his lip drew back in a threatening manner.