{/ Fairly she was amused rather than disappointment - as if she really did intend on taking her lust on the boy. Lorraine didn’t, and even if she could, she wouldn’t - at least not at this time. There was more than the blood lust running in her veins, more evident, more apparent as she felt her insides churning, torrid. A different kind of sense heightened at the proximity - aggravated by the tensed muscles heated as he tried to constrict her wrist, restraining her from letting her hands find its way to him again - for whatever reason she has in mind./} Impressive. {/ He was getting better at some things - he claimed. No change. she’d prove. Defense was something he had been good at - even might be from the start - for he would not be in such position if he isn’t. Despite the sire, self-preservation would always emerge upon a threat looming in at him - so there’s no way he’s getting better - it was just himself. Human or not, sired or not, he’ll do the same. But Lorraine gave him the credits for actually having the courage to defy her - that one thing he sorely wants to master yet he couldn’t. Courage, though, is one step nearer. Lorraine did not bother pulling her hands away from his grasp, until he himself let go of it - and as he did, there was a satisfied smile bloomed at the corner of her lips, which she then brushed with her thumb - provocative as it might seem./} Now now dear boy.. Don’t hide that face from me. Do you perhaps regret moving away? Would you deprive me of my meal when it is you who had stopped me from doing so? {/ Clearly she was pushing it/}
{ / His fingers dislodged its fine grip around her wrist. Had she been human, it would have left serious injuries that would need immediate medical attention. But she wasn’t, nor was he. That thought alone encouraged him not to care about the consequences of his upfront defiance. There was always disaster braided with his every encounter with Lorraine Lee. From the very first time, down to this very moment, it lured out the worst of circumstances. She was taunting him as always, holding her gaze in a way that relishes her superiority over the struggling one before her. Though he’ll never admit himself to be the latter, never will he satisfy any of her constant attempts to tear him down and strip him of his humanity.. } I will not be like you, Lorraine. I will not sit, walk, eat or attack at your bidding. I will find a way to end this madness. { / The words felt hot in his throat, burning his insides like the insatiable thirst that haunts him every waking moment. He barely remembered the last time the discomfort disappeared. No, it never did. It had been there the minute he realized he will do as he is told, anything he is ordered to do. And never knowing why he lost the control of his own actions was worst than the discomfort. The inability to decide for himself, where to go, who to talk to, what to do, it was the anchor that held him together. } I will not succumb into this bond that you conveniently use against me. I will not be a mindless coward like you.
{/ That was the thing with Tao, his active responses to her prods all the more intrigued her, if that wasn’t enough fuel to provoke him further - a source of entertainment to her dark conceptions. She had expected that same stare, the same glare, and it only invited a satisfied grin to tug at the corner of her lips. Sure she knew how appealing it is, that she was able to turn a being, moreover having him helplessly trapped in the confines of her cold palms, yet the mere existence of Tao was a mockery steered at her direction - straight and flat in front of her face. How spiteful it is, to be in his place, a position she, too, was in. Her heels tapped on the cold floor, with each step closing the distance. A lock of her auburn hair strayed to the front, veiling a quarter of her pale face. Her fingers lifted his chin, drawing him perilously. /} I’m taking your word, Tao. Nothing interesting? Well, let me show you something.. {/ Her gums were delectably aching. The sharp edges of her teeth peeked at the corner of her lips in an angled smirk as her face leaned closer, cheeks grazing the traces of his left jaw./}
{ / There was a strong, inexplicable force that disabled him to move as he ought proper. Her hot breath brushed pass his skin, sending jolts down his spine, his lip twitched at the formidable choice of action. He drew his shoulders back, abruptly and forcefully, hair swinging along the sudden movement, falling into dire mess of locks, eyes closing momentarily to savor the few seconds of freedom before resuming to his agitated glare. She was clearly testing his patience, treading the water with so much certainty, and yet unaware of his growing, although unstable, control over his actions. } I’m getting better at some things, Lorraine. { / The time her fangs sunk into his neck that unfortunate night will be the first and last time she will be able to do so. At least, that was he reassured himself. She did not seek consent, instead ravaged him like a forsaken pawn to be damned. As much as he can, he will not allow such careless endeavors. He will tolerate to some extent but being her blood bank was out of the question. Only when the rage subsided from her unprecedented humor did he realize that his fingers were gripping onto her wrist, tight but simultaneously, restrained from all ill-intentions. He heaved a heavy sigh, closing his eyes and retrieving his hand, looking away to hide his self-contempt. } Do not push it…
{/ There was much more than his macabre motions, his dead-set iced stare, or the way he’d closely scrutinize anyone with those pair of eyes. It was a frailty she had grown to fond of, exploiting it to for her own interest. How easy it is, to dive deeper into him, to reveal him bare with a simple glare. More than a shadow, he was a puppet, a mere marionette whose hands and feet trussed elegantly to her cold fingers, yet a rebel who maneuvers on his own, dragging her as well. Lorraine could use that same old amenity, if that is the only way to drive him out of her way, but his sober mouth, however irritating, was more pleasant to argue with than his whiny temperament when trapped in her trance. His comment caused an eyebrow to curve upward, a sly grin tugging on her lips as the slits of her eyes narrowed towards him, dismissing the banter aimed at her./} So what is it now? Tell me. I hope you do know that I do not invite guests to my special dinner. And most certainly do I not need any witness.
{ / She always seemed so pleased with her judgement that it constantly aroused the devil in him. A grin twitched at the corner of his lips as he steadied his eyes on her, probing eye contact. A warm, tingling sensation spreading through his body, while lightness on his chest. His head cocked to the side, as he leaned aggressively to her words like they were the blueprints to her challenges. He rocked back on his heel, snickering at the conclusion of her statement. But as the guilt and inexplicable need to impress Lorraine brew at the pit of his stomach. He dealt with his emotions with great difficulty, being turned does not come with an instruction manual. There were no how-to’s being one of the undead, no tutorials on how to silence the sudden need to suck a stranger dry on the bad nights. And he doesn’t even want to get started with the bond sires have with their creations. His youth made the change all the more monstrous, the lack of control caused damage that not in many lifetimes will remain forgotten. He tossed his hair back and mouth down turned, a stiffness in his neck and jaw distracting him as the roiling heat in his belly turn the tides. } Dine as you please, Lorraine. It is not like there is anything interesting when you do so… Besides, we both know I’m not here because I want to.
{/ A sigh audibly escaped from her thin lips, a sigh not because of surrendering to his persistence. It was one of the few things she recognized him for. Yet this persistence was causing her inconveniences, far more than she could imagine when she had tried to stop it. She should have sucked him dry, left him as a bait to the attackers who had dared threaten her life, not knowing any and every of their tactics would only be futile. It was the easiest route to dispose of the bodyguard that only caused her more trouble than there should have been. But she wasn’t able to do so. Fuck this humanity slipping in and out of her at the most detrimental predicaments, for letting it catch her at the sight of his eyes, dark circles festooned the pair, possibly of sleepless nights but more of forlorn coursing through the irises. She should not have saved him. Then maybe she could have saved herself from this possible lifetime of him as her shadow. A cold wind swept through the scarf cloaking his neck, she was now standing in front of the tall one. This is getting tiring. /} And we both know that I can handle myself well, right? {/ Her irises constricted, venomous. A warning sign she knows he knew all too well./}
{/ Had there been any other option after his countless searches, he would not be standing before her. But much to his dismay, the irreversible curse has been inflicted. He nodded, however, tightly, holding back from speaking any further insult - as if his previous response was not insulting enough. At this point, he was well aware of everything that made Lorraine Lee. Every quirk, every nuance. Something inside him stirred to thread further into the confides of her dark little head, but he forbid himself to consume more than what is served. Too much of anything leads to trouble, and the last he needs in this sempiternal existence of his is one that will ravage him to the nonexistent end. Pinching his lips together, he held his hands behind his back, gripping on his wrist as he lifted his chin. He knew better than to speak without thought, but his gaze flicked upward before he threw her a glassy stare. Eyeing her dismissively as he pressed down the urge to expose her ignorance, he knew a ‘You made me this way, Lorraine’, would have sufficed to let her continue his ventures. Instead, he allowed his sarcasm to halfheartedly deliver his protest } Doesn’t everybody know it?
{/ The heels click clacked over the floor, the monotone of hurried steps paired by another set, this one heavy, cautious and seeking. The scent of the familiar taste ravaged her nostrils easily, that cologne she had generously gifted was what he used, an unintelligent choice if he was to act this way yet again. Yet she continued with the same stance, her leather handbag hooked on her shoulders as she paced the dark alley, turning to a corner that will be his dead end - or at least the task he was taking too seriously. As expected he had panicked at her sudden disappearance, she could see from the rooftop of the building she had jumped in, her shadow hovering the tall man. In a matter of seconds, she was at the back of him, a hand on a waist, a hint of disappointment nestled on her lips./} Until when are you going to do this? Go home, Tao.
{/ Like death, he rode the cold, swift wind. Sleek and silent, he slithered in the shadows to trace her steps. He utilized abilities he had prior his transformation for his rare advantage, but despite his many efforts, she always outwits him. It would be too good to be true to say that he had won this round. The amount of time that passed that she did not acknowledge his presence was unnerving, and unrealistic. She knows. And true to his thoughts, as he turned the corner she was gone. He was superior in one ways than one, but she proved to surpass his knowledge. His eyes squinted, fists tight, fingernails biting into his palms as he rolled tension from his shoulders. Her presence was one to be addressed while berating thoughts settled at the base of his tongue. However he focused his gaze elsewhere in attempt to ignore her words, it would be too pleasing for her to know her antics work. Still, her spiteful intentions never fail to get under his skin that through his teeth, he spoke with forced restraint } As much as I want to, we both know that is impossible.