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Posted: **22 Jun 2015, 16:31**

Minutes turned to hours and still the vampire refused to move. She remained as still as stone, her vibrant blue eyes locked on seemingly nothing. She knew she was catching the gaze of others, and yet she found herself uncaring if she was causing a scene. There were far more interesting things for the humans of Harper Rock to amuse themselves with and a lone woman standing in the middle of the street while rain drenched her to the bone was not one of them. At least, in her mind. Of course, as of late, her mind hadn’t been the most trustworthy companion. In fact, out of everything in her life, her mind was the one thing that was forcing her to navigate a dark and dangerous path. Her mind had quickly paired up with time to make one of the worst adversaries she had to face.

Melody, you must move.

The voice was as soft as silk as it brushed across her ear and she suffered a chill as she felt the phantom’s fingers brush along her bicep. Logically, she knew the apparition was correct. She could hardly remain where she was, forcing cars and pedestrians a like to walk around her. They all kept a wide berth, of course, because who in their right mind would wish to come close to insanity? She could practically see their unease as it reflected in the dull, bland glances that were cast her way. She was intelligent enough to piece together the inevitable outcome, and yet, she couldn’t will her feet to move. It didn’t matter that there was an elderly woman on the corner, cell pressed to her ear.

It didn’t matter that her sire would surely have her heart for being noticeable.

Nothing mattered, but the taste of copper on her tongue. Though her memory was fogged, the taste was unforgettable. Though her arms were empty, she could still feel the weight of the man, she could still feel the thick vitae as it pulsed down her throat. A shudder moved down her spine as a satisfied growl stuck in her chest, and she had to shake her head. She had already caused too much of a scene. As it was, the humans had turned from unease to curious, a few gathering on the corner with the older woman to stare at her as if she were the rarest exhibit in the zoo. Of course, she figured she was. Her clothes were more expensive than their houses combined, surely, and she wasn’t even reacting to the fact they might be ruined. She didn’t even react when the woman began to step forward.

She did, however, react when the blare of headlights blinded her.

She heard the collective gasps a second before the car rounded the corner, and she knew that they were certain they were about to be haunted by a death they couldn’t control. With a quick twist of her wrist, she twisted the antique pendent dangling from her bracelet twice, and the scenery changed. She was no longer standing in the middle of a downpour, and instead was standing in the warmth of her family lair. With trembling fingers, she brushed a few freshly dyed scarlet curls from her eyes and shook her head. Melody, you are not well. You need help, her mother whispered, and it caused her to grit her teeth. It wasn’t help that she needed, but how she could argue with a ghost? It wasn’t as if the woman was someone she could trust, and she definitely wasn’t going to reveal her darkest secrets to the woman. Pushing her hands against the altar, the redhead made her way through the quiet of the lobby, the soft click of her heels the only sound until she reached her destination.

She hadn’t spoken to her sibling in a few days, though it wasn’t lack of trying on his part. He had wasted no time in filling her phone’s inbox with his concern, but she hadn’t exactly been in the conversational mood. Now, however, she could think of nowhere else she would rather be – even if she was, technically, uninvited. As she slipped quietly inside, it took her eyes less than a second to adjust to the darkness, and even less time to find the man. He was tangled in bed, the sheets draped lazily across his abdomen while his pillow laid half-way off the mattress. He looked – strange – and warm. Without hesitation, the Killer began to remove her soaked clothing, each article leading a path to his bed. She thought nothing of it as she pulled back the sheet and slid in beside him, head hitting the pillow with a quiet, resigned sigh.

“Fable, I think I made a mistake…”

Posted: **22 Jun 2015, 18:20**

Fable was what you called an antisocial ********, the people he had sired? They had vanished from his life without a trace. Each person he had given his blood to them and they had left him. He wasn't bothered, how could he be? They were their own people. They could do as they pleased. He wasn't their parent. Their guardian or captor. He was sitting within his hotel room. Staring out of the window, it was raining and the way the rain fell against the pane of the glass seemed to put him in a trance, his chin rested against the palm of his hand as he watched. Ocean blue eyes turned to the digital clock sitting on the bedside table. Digital. Who knew Fable could get up with the times? The old fashioned ******** was no longer so old fashioned. The time on the clock read three am. He shook his head and found himself getting up from where he was sat and began to remove each item of clothing, leaving only his blue and white striped boxers.

He climbed under the sheets of his bed and let the thin white sheet wrap around his toned, yet tattooed form and closed his eyes, the thought of Charisma filled his waking mind. She had been so distant from him and it worried him. Charisma was one of the few he actually liked besides Velly, for obvious reasons and Mickey Mouse. He liked Remington. But the man had hurt his feelings. They were a thing but no longer. Then there was Charisma. Another childe of Velly, he had warmed to her quickly and she to him. He looked out for her. Sent her money, offered her advice. Fable loved the woman.

Sometimes she did go into these moments where she would block everyone out, even him. He let her have her space and he didn't bother her, didn't stop the telepath from worrying about her. Those were the last few thoughts he had before he drifted off into a sleep. He didn't remember dreaming, it was empty and black. That wasn't until he was woken up merely an hour later by the sound of a female voice. Barely awake he moaned and grumbled at the voice to go away, and let him sleep. That was when he felt the body slip in beside him. Flesh against his own legs, eyes were opened this time and he turned to find himself looking at Charisma. He blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't dreaming this. It took him even less time to notice the woman was naked.

Yet, he didn't jump away from her instead his arm wrapped around her and pulled her closer to him. In a comforting manner, he didn't know how to comfort women so this was a new area for him. "What happened?" He said sleepily. Ignoring the fact that his arm was strapped against her chest.

Posted: **22 Jun 2015, 18:43**

If it had been another time or even another place, Charisma might have been obligated to listen to the disgruntled complaints of the man at her side. As it stood, however, she merely curled closer. His scent was intoxicating, and she couldn’t exactly put a finger on why. It offered her more comfort than anything else as of late, and as it washed over her, she began to relax. Her eyes drifted shut as she listened to his confused rambling, waiting for him to become coherent enough that she could speak to him clearly. It was an odd notion, really, her speaking to anyone in a way that made sense. It was bad enough that she was forced to reveal the truth during her every waking moment, but as of late, her mind had become a minefield that not even she could maneuver safely. She hadn’t a clue why she thought he would be able to decipher the twisted, irrational thoughts that flittered carelessly about.

Tipping her head back as she felt the weight of his arm against her chest, she focused on the way her hair splayed across his bared chest. The curls were like rivulets of blood across ivory, and she found the hunger she’d been battling consistently begin to claw its way back up her throat. Her fingers curled beneath the bedding, perfectly manicured teal colored nails digging into his stomach as she formed a fist, as if she thought she could beat the Beast out of her. His question hung unanswered between them for the longest time, until the need to tell the truth nearly ripped her apart from the inside. It became stronger than her hunger, and she turned to bury her face in the crook of his shoulder, her vibrant eyes hidden behind pale lids as she took that unneeded breath of oxygen into her useless lungs.

“I killed them,” she whispered, and it felt as if a dam had been broken open. “It started out harmless. I was just hungry, but the packs weren’t enough. When I got the first taste, I couldn’t stop. Men, women, they were so enthralled with me and they tasted so good. I was so hungry.” Her French accent began to thicken until her words where nearly incomprehensible, and she found herself shivering despite the warmth of the bed. “I could not stop. They begged me to let them live, but I knew it was wrong. They had seen me, Fable. They had known what I was, they remembered. So I fed until I could feed no more, until their bodies were drained and then I left them there to rot.” She choked on the last word, her breath catching as tears burned the back of her eyes.

They never fell.

“I could not think of anywhere else to go. My apartment was too empty, and I wished to see you. You make the monster inside of me not seem so loud. I was also rather wet. It is pouring outside. I was nearly ran over by a careless driver before I made it to your apartment.” That was how her curse worked. She could reveal the darkest secrets about herself and in the next breath, she would be talking about the weather. None of it seemed to make sense, and yet she found herself comfortable with him. He had never once judged her, never laughed at how odd she was in conversations. He accepted her, and because of that, she had let him in when she refused everyone else. Sighing quietly, she pressed closer to him, her face remaining hidden against his side while she chewed on her lip.

Posted: **22 Jun 2015, 19:08**

Silence hunger between the two, Fable didn't move not even an inch. He didn't even dare. In case his hand slipped to somewhere that would earn him a slap, even though he probably deserved it. So he kept perfectly still. She turned over then. Fire like hair was the first thing he focused on before Charisma then nuzzled into his shoulder and shuffled closer. Her naked chest brushed up against his torso and his arms enveloped around her further. Pulling her closer to his frame. He was protecting her. Protecting her from the world as best as he could. He listened to her speak into his shoulder and let her curl against him. His body fit neatly against her thin frame.

"You poor thing." Was all he could say. She confessed that she had killed them, men women all that had looked upon her beautiful face and he simply shook her head. Charisma was warm against his chest as he nodded his head. Where he needed to. "It happens. I've killed, we've all killed. It's not a bad thing." How was that the least bit comforting to her? He didn't know what he could say to help the situation. "Are the bodies still there?" He asked in reference to her telling him that he left them there to rot. It wasn't good. Velly has taught him to dispose of the bodies he may potentially kill, but even then Velly didn't know he had killed and drank human blood. He hadn't confessed that much to her yet.

She continued to speak then, talking of how he seemed to quieten the monster within her. He found himself laughing. His chest rumbled against her naked form and he shook his head. "I'm a distraction." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "How can I help you, Chari. Tell me what I can do." He hated to see this woman that he loved hurt, in pain - emotionally in pain. It pained him. He needed to help. Even if all she wanted was a cuddle then that was what he would do.

Posted: **22 Jun 2015, 19:54**

Laying nude with a man wasn’t something she did often – in fact, ever. She had never once thought of it, nor did she even think of it now, really. It had seemed like a natural thing to do. It was simple cause and effect, really. With how soaked her clothing was, climbing into bed would have only caused a mess that had been easily avoided by her shirking the material. That was all there really was to it. That is no excuse, Melody. A lady does not strip naked and crawl into bed with a man that is not her partner, the apparition of her mother spoke, and she shook her head to keep from looking in her direction. Perhaps she was right, but that didn’t mean that she had done anything wrong. For one, as the slang went, Fable didn’t bat for her team. It wasn’t as if he was going to get any enjoyment out of this.

As he did his best to comfort her, she found herself sinking further into her despair. His question had left an open wound in her chest, and she shook her head. “Oui, the bodies are still there,” she whispered, her lips brushing softly against his skin as she spoke. She had come up with a logical explanation for her stripping out of her clothing and yet, she had been unable to come up with a plan to handle the murders. She hadn’t bothered to offer them comfort, and instead had left them in the alley so their corpses could become food to whatever animal found its way there. The thought caused her stomach to rebel and she quickly squeezed her eyes shut as her arms tightened on his stomach.

“I do not know what you could do, amour. It is not going to change. I am not going to change. I have to accept the fact that I am going to kill again. The next man to offer me a smile or to brush my hand with his is going to become my meal, and there is no way to stop it. I am defective,” she said in defeat. His laughter eased some of the tension remaining in her muscles, and she tilted her head back so she could watch the shadows dance across his features. “You are doing all that you can as we speak. If you were to let me go, I fear that the hunger would control me once again.” The second she spoke, she shifted closer, and soon found herself without anywhere else to turn. If she moved any closer, she would find herself on top of him – and that was surely crossing an unspoken line.

Posted: **22 Jun 2015, 20:11**

The bodies were still there.

Those words wiggled at his conscience as he fought the urge to get up, get dressed and go burn the bodies or hide them. To get them away from prying eyes. The good man in him felt this needed to be done, but with the woman wrapped around him and finding comfort in him he couldn't move and wouldn't move until she felt better. A smile appeared on his lips. He was quite protective of Chari. He wouldn't allow anyone within his bed but yet this woman had slipped in whilst he was sleeping and found herself naked within his sheets. Had anyone walked in they would certainly be asking questions and who could blame them? He was supposed to be gay, yet there was something oddly comforting about having a naked, warm woman beside him. Something he had never tried before and it was something he liked.

Yet the way she kept going on about how she defective brought on the laughter again. She wasn't defective far from it. He tried something. He took her pale hand and brought it up to his face and brought his index finger down to caress the skin there. Touching her gently. He stopped and put it back to the position it was in before and put his own hand against the bottom of her back and smiled down at her.

"Did you want to kill me then, when I did that?" He asked her curiously. He brought his head forward and planted a kiss to her forehead his lips mingling with the strands of red hair. "What about then, did you want to kill me?" He brought his mouth to kiss the tip of her nose and smiled. "You are not defective." He reminded her and hugged her again. Comforting her again. "Is this the first time you've killed, or taken a life Chari?"

Posted: **22 Jun 2015, 20:39**

She didn’t have to possess the powers he did to know that he thought about leaving her. The knowledge caused her stomach to hollow out, and she tightened her arm around his waist as if she could use sheer force to keep him beside her. She couldn’t explain the utter terror that filled her mind at the thought of him leaving, nor could she explain the desire to keep him from seeing the bodies. She had already told him that she had murdered them, and yet, it was almost as if another seeing them would make it real. “Do not go,” she whispered, despite the fact his body had already begun to relax once again. She knew, rationally, that she didn’t have a right to ask anything of him. She was the one that had snuck into his room – his bed – and woken him from his sleep. He, in fact, should have kicked her out the moment he had opened his eyes, if not the second that she revealed what she had done. He had always shown her more kindness than she thought she deserved, and she had never once questioned it. Even now, when she knew she should analyze every little thing, she found herself simply accepting it.

His laughter broke through her reverie, causing her eyes to snap open in shock. He found her wayward emotions amusing? The thought caused her a flash of anger to burn her chest, and yet, he didn’t give her even a moment to respond in kind before he began his gentle assault. The touch of his fingertip against her skin caused her to shiver, a reaction she wasn’t quite used to, and one that he didn’t give her time to process before he moved on to press his lips to her forehead. “Non, of course not, but you are not a human. Your blood no longer pulses in your veins in an appetizing way.” Her words were no louder than a breathless whisper as she tilted her head back, amusement dancing in the depths of her blue eyes. “Perhaps if I dabbled in the art of cannibalism, it would be different.” With a shake of her head that sent her scarlet curls bouncing, the woman brushed her fingers along his chest delicately.

“I do not believe I would ever want to kill you, even then, but I understand your point. I am not as defective as I thought, at least not in your eyes. Of course, I am beginning to wonder if I ever would be. I could slaughter the entire human population and I doubt you would bat a lash in anger,” she whispered before sinking her teeth into her lower lip at his question. “I have never taken a life before tonight. I have been close, but I have always been able to control it. I do not know what overcame me this time.”

Posted: **22 Jun 2015, 20:52**

He laughed. "I could be human, you'd never know. I don't have fangs." The man was fangless. They had been ripped from him mouth in a rage when he was but a fledgling. He has no canines, when he had fed and killed his other teeth had ripped through the flesh, it had caused the human much more pain than normal. Fable did get a sense of guilt after killing his victims, the bleeding would always be too much, they would bleed out. He would literally have to rip out a chunk of their neck just to feed. That was if he didn't want to feed from bags, which were always a healthy option for him. The woman didn't move from Fable though when he had assaulted her gently with light kisses.

"If you wish to eat me, then do so. I won't judge you." That was truth. Fable never judged Charisma. Why would he? He wasn't an innocent angel himself. He had learnt that each vampire went through different hoops of fire to become a better person. He had killed. To get to where he was today, and this was Charisma's ring of fire she needed to jump through it to prevail. He didn't judge her, he didn't think any less of her. To see how she was beating herself up over it upset him. He wanted to comfort the woman as much as he could until this passed. The woman thought she was ******* defective, for christs sake.

"You could slaughter everyone, and everyone I cared about and I would still not be angry at you." He smiled. Who could resist the cute little French woman? He shook his head at her next few words. "You said so yourself. You did it because you were hungry. No one can blame you if you were hungry. Just like no one can blame a child for raiding the fridge for a midnight snack." It was a lame analogy but it got his point across. "Point is, don't beat yourself up over it. If you do it again, you can always come back here." He ruffled her hair playfully. "Are you still hungry?"

Posted: **22 Jun 2015, 21:11**

For a brief moment, Charisma found herself distracted. “You do not have fangs? How is that possible?” Lifting herself up on her elbow, the woman tilted her head she used her fingers to press at his lips. She clearly didn’t believe him and decided to inspect his teeth herself. When she found that it was accurate, her brows furrowed and she dropped her hand back to his chest. “I do not understand. I thought we all had fangs,” she frowned, fingers tapping against his skin as she tried to process this new information. She was still so young, so confused when it came to the vampiric world. She prided herself on her intelligence, and yet she was constantly stumbling through this life she had been given. She found it unsettled her in so many ways. The only time she felt the least bit sane was when she was at his side.

Once again lifting her hand from his chest, she brought her thumb to her teeth and began to abuse the skin there. It was a nervous tick she had developed as a child, one she had never been able to shake – even as a vampire. “I am not going to eat you, Fable,” she huffed, her nose scrunching up as she gave him a light nudge. “I would miss you too much for one, and I doubt I could find many willing to feed me. The human men make it easy, I do not think vampires would line outside my door.” It was meant as a joke, and she gave a slight laugh as she shook her head. “It would be a strange sight to see if they did,” she muttered under her breath, before tucking a loose curl behind her ear once again.

He made it so difficult to remain in a mood, and she soon realized her worries no longer plagued her. “Perhaps you are right, amour, it is not as if I am exactly out of the woods yet. I am still but a fledgling, one that is trying desperately to make things easier than they seem to be.” Her voice trailed off for a second as she shook her head, hand finding its way against his chest once more. “No, I am not hungry. I do not suspect I will be hungry for quite some time. It was quite a meal I had earlier. Three men and a woman,” she frowned as she bit the inside of her lip. “They were drunk. It made their blood taste oddly… foul,” she admitted as she shook her head. The memory caused her throat to burn, and she instead chose to focus on his features. “I disturbed you," she muttered, as if just realizing it. "I did not mean to.”

Posted: **24 Jun 2015, 22:25**

How did it happen? It had happened a few months back. That was for sure. He had ripped out his own fangs for safe measure, he didn't know he was going to become bloodthirsty. He had vowed to himself that he wouldn't take a life -- well now he knew that vow was broken, but back then he didn't. So he ripped out his own fangs, where as if you normally smacked a vampire or cut something off it usually healed, or grew back in time. His fangs? They didn't. They never came back. He never regretted it then, but now? It just made feeding annoying and a nuisance, their screams though? That was enjoyable at least.

"I ripped them out." He said simply with a light shrug of his shoulders. What else could he say? "I was newly turned, and hating what I was." He didn't hate himself now, how could he? He had accepted what he was and that acceptance had somehow managed to bring a naked woman to his bed without even trying.

She spoke, and he found his listening intently. She seemed to have calmed and her warm hand was against his chest resting there. It was an odd feeling. Something he actually seemed to be enjoying. His hand lowered to her hand and took it. "If you ever did feel the need to go down that road, I'll gladly offer you my neck. If it would help you, and your guilt." He smiled.

She looked at him then, curling closer into him. "No, it's fine." He said quickly. " I don't mind, you can disturb me anytime you want if it helps. I promise" she shifted his body weight into a hug and smiled.

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