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04:21 AM

The vampire was angrier now than he had been. He had merely been annoyed before, but now he was bleeding, and hurting, and that woman, it was her fault. He'd kill her. He'd drain her of all her blood and take Marin for desert.

She sliced his arm and he batted her away. He prepared himself to lunge, but the pale girl with strange lapis lazuli colored eyes was tugging at him now, and in his way. He snapped down at her, and she flinched, but he paused. She was actually offering herself? The girl wasn't right. But that worked in his favor. He needed blood to heal, and he was hungry anyway.

Blood seeped from his abdomen and dripped from both of his hands. He clutched the wrist aggressively, instantly. He didn't even think twice about it. He'd planned on draining them both, either way. He wasn't going to promise her a damn thing, though chances were he'd leave when he was done with Marin. But only because that other woman was a pain, literally. But who knew? Maybe he'd kill the hunter anyway, for fun. The nuisance.

His fangs pierced the soft flesh of Marin's wrist easily, and she let out a soft whimper. He was biting her rather viciously, unnecessarily. Still, something stirred inside her. Was this, familiar? She couldn't tell what she was feeling exactly. Blood, his and hers, ran down her arm and dripped from her elbow and wrist, the crimson liquid like the first rain drops of a metaphorical downpour. What would come of this now?

At the taste of Marin's blood on his tongue, the vampire clutched her tighter, making her wince. The taste was something like a fine wine, though sweet like candy, and so deliciously addictive, like a drug. After a moment, Marin began to register feelings that confused her at first, and she frowned deeply.

She was angry, and hurting, and wanted more blood. More! It was so good! But those weren't Marin's feelings, she realized. They were the vampire's. And as he drank more deeply of her, she found more to him than just those initial aggressive instincts. There were fears under that arrogant shell and terrible agonizing memories of his turning. He hadn't always been this way.

Marin felt genuinely bad for him. A great sorrow filled her for him that made her heart ache. He would certainly pick up on those feelings from her as well, but it didn't matter. The vampire was going to drain her completely. He couldn't stop himself now. But, something, in her blood... The vampire was feeling what he'd felt as a human now. The fears he'd once had of vampires. The love and affection of his parents and friends... Her blood was opening up feelings he'd long lost. Feelings of sympathy, and feelings of hope.

She reached up with her free hand to gently grasp his, desperately wanting to comfort him. The action startled him and his eyes snapped up to her, and he snarled. But finally, those fangs slid out of Marin's wrist, and the pair locked eyes for a moment. He looked something like a small child then. Confused, and scared.

He looked down at his stomach, where he'd been stabbed, and his hand where he'd been cut. He was healing quickly. Far too quickly; almost instantly. It was impossible. This girl. She wasn't normal. Was she even human? Anger registered on his face again as that hard outer shell replaced itself. What he would do now was anyone's guess.

He was still holding onto Marin's wrist, and he looked past her at the hunter, formulating a plan. Meanwhile, the vicious bite was gaping and blood still ran steadily from it. Marin hardly noticed though. She was busy watching the vampire. The broken spirit, the sorrowful soul. He didn't want to be this way at all. She knew for certain, she'd felt it. But what could she do? A great weight placed itself on Marin's heart as she realized how badly she wanted to save him, but having no idea how.

((Kill him! Kill him!

))