When Bad Luck Strikes [Maddison]

[Robin Little]

This time, there was no resistance from Robin. He didn’t stop and say no. He didn’t tell Maddison he could take care of himself. There were no witty remarks about how crimson was his colour – didn’t it make his eyes pop? The situation was far too serious for witty remarks.

Maddison took charge in a way that made Robin glad to know her, proud to be connected to her in the way that he was. The brightness of the bathroom was still fuzzy to him in his dazed state, his wits only returning when he felt the tongue on his skin. If he were asked to recall the trip from the bar to the bathroom he wouldn’t have been able to recall it. It was almost like his psyche had left his body on auto pilot for a while, so it could curl up in a ball and have a bit of a panic attack.

Bright blues blinked down at the blonde, who made good work of the blood on his hand. By now it had to have been half dry. It can’t have tasted any good if it wasn’t fresh. But blood was blood, right?

As soon as she let go of his hand, it dropped uselessly onto his lap. For a few long seconds he couldn’t help but stare. The real, actual Robin was still in there, reeling over the slaughter, the gushing blood, the violence and disregard that he had shown. It was like he’d turned into a completely different person. And that person was still there, lurking beneath the surface; that person could still feel the blood spattered on his face. While the regular Robin was hiding in some dark corner of his mind, this intruder had leeway to say and do as it pleased.

No, Robin hadn’t suddenly become schizophrenic. He was a vampire, and he had let loose. It was a long time coming.

”Why not him? Because he’s a filthy ******* **** who had his hands all over you and wouldn’t take no for an answer,” he said, answering a question that had to have been asked several block back. There was no mercy in the statement. Complete, brutal honesty. Even the regular Robin couldn’t disagree.

”You missed a spot,” he said, lifting his licked-clean hand to point at his cheek.

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Maddison was a little disgusted with herself that she had just licked dried blood from the man's fingers like it was some sensual act. What was wrong with her? It was like her senses were at an all new high and it was driving her insane. Everything was enlightened. Maybe she was the one who got off on Robin killing someone for her, while the male retreated into a shell.

She was sick, right?

She felt the eyes on her and if she could her face would be a bright shade of red. She was mortified with herself for doing what she had done. She waited for Robin to scold her, but it never came. His words came out and caused her to jump. She hadn't ever heard such language from him. Yes the male had, had his hands all over her but what she didn't understand was why Robin had gotten so mad.

"I could have handled it, put him in his place. Why did you get so angry, that's what I don't understand?" Was it just a sire thing to do? She had no experience in this, so maybe she was reading too much into it. Maybe all sires or siress' were like that.

Maddison's mouth dropped when he indicated that she had missed a spot. Here she thought he was repulsed but he wanted her to continue. It was like she was having an outer body experience, would the sane Maddison really be doing this? This was her. Wasn't it?

The blonde didn't have to be told twice and in an instant she crossed the small space to be standing right in front of him. Because Robin was sitting, Maddison had to bend, causing her cleavage to be right in his line of sight. And because she was bent, she had to place her hands somewhere to steady her, one landed on his thigh and the other against the bathroom wall.

What a scene this was.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward slightly and dragged her tongue along the dried blood of his cheek. The hand on the wall moved to the other side of his cheek, to hold his head still as she cleaned off the blood. Unknownst to Maddison, as she licked the blood clean her chest started to heave.

[Robin Little]

Robin didn’t doubt it, that Maddison could have put him in his place. For a millisecond, Robin succumbed to doubts. For a millisecond all his fear and horror spiked. She could have handled him, she said. He shouldn’t have done anything. He was a psycho and she was doubting ever allowing him into her home. What had he done? He could still hear her voice in his head, could still see her face in that alleyway, his own sight marred by blood. What the **** had he done?

The question had been asked but he couldn’t find the words to answer it. Why had he got so angry? Did he even know, or was it just some base instinct that he hadn’t had the strength to resist? She didn’t wait for an answer before she was leaning over him. His eyes stayed on hers, hardly believing she was actually going to lick the blood from his face. Wasn’t she disgusted by him? For a few seconds he just sat there, not knowing what to think.

But then he knew what the answer was. And he knew how he could answer her.

Rather than sit there like a stunned rabbit, useless and numb, his hand rested on Maddison’s waist. At first the touch was loose, resting. But then his fingers curled, clutching, encouraging a less awkward position. He had a lap, and she could sit. At the same time, his head turned – not away from Maddison but toward her, his lips brushing hers. With fingers hooked behind her neck, thumb caressing the lobe of her ear.

The kiss was not insistent or urgent; it was more enquiring and tentative, but confident none the less. This, it said, is why I got so angry.

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She was going to sit on his lap before, but she didn't exactly know how he would feel. This situation was delicate, either one of them could hit a breaking point. However, when the fingers clutched her waist, the blonde slowly sat making her position less awkward. No longer were her parts all up in his face.

As soon as she sat his head turned towards her, Maddison was too caught up in what she was doing to even notice what was happening. It was when his lips brushed hers that she froze. She almost thought she had imagined it but his fingers wrapped her neck and thumb stroking her ear is what told her that he had really just kissed her.

She was flustered, that much she knew. This is why he got so angry. For weeks the blonde assumed he wasn't interested in her. Maybe she wasn't smart enough or book enough. She liked books, most books but not to the desire that Robin did. Maybe she was too ditzy for him, even though she had a college degree and had been in all honors classes in high school. She didn't exactly know the reason then, but it's what she had thought.

She had been wrong.

Maddison's lips brushed back against his, just as softly as he had. It was quick and she was soon pulling back, embarrassed with herself. Here they were in a bathroom in close proximity, kissing.

"What was that?" It came out mumbled as her fingers traveled up to her lips, brushing against them.

[Robin Little]

The reaction was not one that Robin had hoped for.

She had come to him to lick blood clean from his face, and there had to be some kind of… what? No, he reasoned. No, she was still new to all this and blood was fascinatingly tasty. She wasn’t licking it clean because of any proximity to him – not because it was on him. He could be taken out of the equation completely. Stupid, Robin. Why would a woman as phenomenal as this one be interested in him? He was a clumsy, awkward ****-up. And let’s face it, he wasn’t all too tidy.

”Nnnn…” he started, mind still a whirlwind of uncertainty, horror, and now abject embarrassment. She hadn’t kiss him back, had she? It was too quick. However long her lips had remained, it had to have been out of shock. He had killed a man because he was protective of someone who wasn’t his. They weren’t together. He was her sire, and that’s probably the only reason she tolerated him. Crestfallen and dejected, vulnerable in a myriad of ways, Robin’s hands dropped from what must have been perceived as invasive.

”N-nothing. It was nothing,” he said, trying to look anywhere but at Maddison. His eyes, wide and panicked, landed on the cloth Maddison had dropped on the floor. She was still sitting on his lap, and he was trapped. He couldn’t stammer and run away.

”I’m sorry. I thought…” he didn’t finish that sentence. It was too ridiculous and he couldn’t bear to hear it out loud. He shook his head and tried to laugh it off, but the laughter was hollow and weak. He wasn’t amused. Again, he saw the way the glass had punctured the skin. He saw the volcano of blood as it erupted from the severed vein, felt the way it hit his face. The laughter abruptly stopped as he swallowed it, a frown suddenly creasing his brow. For an Allurist, he normally looked healthy, but now he looked sick, his skin white. If he were human it’d be clammy, and he’d probably want to throw up.

”I’m sorry,” he said again. It won’t happen again.

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Maddison's face fell when he said it was nothing. She had kissed him back, right? Right. Why would anyone as smart as Robin be interested in her? He was still in shock from what had happened at the bar, that he probably hadn't been thinking when he kissed her. She was too demanding and babied him too much that maybe he only put up with it because he had sired her and felt bad for that as well.

"Oh..." Here the blonde sat, rejected. That's what he had just done right? Rejected her. At least, that's how it felt. She was all too aware that she was sitting on his lap and things had just gotten extremely awkward. If it was nothing? Then why had she licked his fingers and then face clean? If it was nothing, then why did she always try to steal looks his way without him noticing?

If it was nothing, then why was she continuing to have the reoccurring dream. Because it wasn't nothing to her.

She was so sick of hearing the words sorry. He was sorry for kissing her. She absolutely hated this feeling of rejection. The blonde mustered up enough courage and wrapped her fingers delicately around his neck, pulling him closer as he lips descended upon his. This time the kiss didn't last for two seconds, it was more like thirty.

She pulled back then, having to give just one last proper kiss. The blonde managed to stand, taking steps towards the bathroom door. It was only like two anyways.

"It wasn't nothing to me." She muttered, hand twisting the bathroom handle.

[Robin Little]

Robin was staring at that cloth and urging himself to bend down and pick it up. Would that make things worse? He could bend down and pick it up and scrub at his face, even though he couldn’t see what he was doing. With the memory so sharp in his mind, he suddenly wanted to scrub himself raw. He wanted to get all of the blood from his skin. He wanted to get his own skin from his skin and watch it all swirl sickeningly down the drainpipe.

But then the view of the cloth was obscured. Blonde hair swung into his vision, still sun kissed and voluminous. The numerous waves were untainted by blood. A little windswept, maybe, but it only added to the allure.

And then her lips were on his. This kiss was not just a tame brush of the lips. It was deeper, more feeling there than there could have been in words. Again, Robin at first could only register shock, his body still tense, until he relaxed into it, his hands on Maddison’s thighs as his lips parted, the kiss returned in heady favour.

He couldn’t think about scrubbing his own skin from his bones when she kissed him like this.

Too soon, it was over. His lap was bereft of her weight and his body lurched forward in her absence. She was angry with him. She was… upset? Robin had never really been all too great at deciphering women. He was completely oblivious. Had been completely oblivious, if this was something that Maddison had been wanting.

She was gone from his lap and he was again thinking about that scrubbing brush. He was imagining one with wire bristles. He really had to go for a shower before he sent himself insane, but when he stood it wasn’t to reach for the shower tap. He was behind Maddison in a single stride; if she’d managed to open the door even a crack, he reached over her head to push it closed again.

”You weren’t mind to possess and protect but I wanted you to be. At first I thought you were dancing with him, that you wanted to, and it upset me. So when I realised you didn’t, I stepped in. I…” he stopped. He didn’t have to repeat what he had done.

”I need to shower, Maddison. I need to get the blood off. Will you help me…?” he asked. Presumptuous, maybe. But he needed to shower – and he didn’t want her to leave the bathroom, thinking that he thought she was nothing.

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Maddison didn't make it far before he was behind her and the door was shut again. That didn't amuse her. Why did he stop her when he had said it was all nothing. So the blonde turned to face him in all her fury, ready to give him a nice talking to but then he spoke. He spoke about what had happened at the club. He thought she wanted to dance with drunk guy, it upset him?

"I hadn't wanted to dance with him. I was there with you, but you were you and did something to your leg." The blonde spoke with sass. She was full of it. Just wait until she saw her blood stained couch. He'd definitely be getting a nice talking to then. It really wouldn't be nice.

He was then asking her to help in the shower. Man, Robin was all over the place tonight. She stood there staring at his face. They were inches apart and there was still so much tension. You could cut it with a knife. Really all the blonde wanted to do was kiss him again, but she refrained.

Now they were about to become more close than they had ever been. Could she really help him in the shower? How awkward would it be? She didn't need to make it awkward. He was being rather foreward so maybe he wouldn't make it awkward. However, she was making it more awkward because she was standing there staring at him without giving an answer.

"Yes, Robin. I'll help you." She let the words dangle from her lips.

They were out there and she couldn't take them back.

[Robin Little]

Yes, his leg.

Robin had forgotten about his leg, the wound now snug in its new wrappings. They’d survived the scuffle, even, but now when he looked down at his limb he remembered, and the ache came back. It should have bothered him when Maddison sat on his lap, but it hadn’t. Adrenaline was an amazing thing. He was still high on it.

Maybe that was why the full horror of it hadn’t yet descended. Maybe that was why Maddison’s licking antics hadn’t seemed odd. He was high on Adrenaline. And maybe Lincoln was on to something. Would he ever have invited Maddison into the shower with him before? What had he just done? Was it too soon? They had just kissed. Was it something that would last? Was this all just spinning out of control? Was she going to slap him? The silence was unbearable.

Until she said yes, and then Robin had a slew of other things to worry about, of other questions and insecurities. Rather than take it back or ask he if she was sure, Robin just nodded and pushed away from the door. As soon as he turned toward the shower he was reminded of the blood. Whenever he wasn’t looking at Maddison, he could only replay what had happened, over and over. Now, he didn’t care that she was standing behind him. The blood-spattered clothes were hastily peeled away – first the long-sleeve denim, then the black shirt underneath. At least on the latter, the blood wasn’t so obvious.

Next came the jeans, unbuttoned and shoved down, stumbling a little as he had to push his shoes off at the same time as the jeans. He hesitated only a little before his finger slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, shoving them off, too. His skin was pale – it was definitely the skin of someone who’d not seen the sun for years. Even as a human his skin would have been this pale beneath his clothes. His body was slim but not completely unkempt; it was toned where it needed to be toned but was by no means the body of a bodybuilder. Nothing to be ashamed of, really, in the grand scheme of things. Even below the waist, regardless of how hairy his legs could be.

Without looking at Maddison, he leaned in to turn the shower on, the steam hitting the air as soon as the water got hot enough.

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He didn't say anything when she had agreed to help him. Was he now regretting asking her? The whole situation had just become extremely awkward. They had kissed and now he was acting so cold. When he turned, she could let out all the expressions she needed to on her face. She had been holding it all in. However, now she was forced with watching him strip off his clothing.

She could avert her eyes. It would have been the respectful thing to do, but weren't they just about to be in the shower together. There was no point. She watched as each article of clothing was removed and tossed onto her clean porcelain floor. She felt bad for the bathroom floor, it always got to see the dirtier of things. Always having stuff tossed onto it. It was especially worse in bars.

She shook her head, clearing her mind of her thoughts just in time to see him pull off his boxers. Maddison took in some air, the noise well overhead between them and the silence. He then leaned forward and turned on the shower water. Steam already floating in the air. It was now her turn to get undressed.

First, her fingers slid down to the edge of her top, lifting the fabric up and over her head. She let the garment fall to the floor next to his clothing. With no surprise to either one of them, she hadn't been wearing a bra tonight. It just didn't go with the top. Fingers traveled to her pants where she unbuttoned them. A small scar lined her right hip. Not noticeable unless someone was really looking. She pushed her pants down, using one hand against the door to balance her. They were kicked off along with her shoes. The last thing to go would be her panties. They were a deep red and stuck out against her skin. The color of blood. She hooked her fingers into the silk fabric and pushed them down, slowly stepping out of them.

Just like her dresses revealed, Maddison was thin and toned. She had the perfect curves where they were needed. It had been the work of modeling. She spent many hours in the gym along with the right kind of foods. It paid off. She took care of her body and besides a few small scars, she was pretty flawless.

Maddison had two options; she could turn and walk out the door or she could go through with this and get into the shower with him. The blonde took another breath and stepped closer. The water was ready now. She hesitated for a second before stepping past him and into her shower. The blonde had brushed against him trying to get into the small space. Her skin was still sun-kissed, lucky enough to have it had stayed when she was turned. It was a stark comparison to his pale flesh. However, it mixed together well. She stepped back in the shower, giving him room to enter.