“.....None.” It was true. There was no one let that actually mattered to her anymore. The only thing that Alice wanted was her Daddy and he was dead. It would be beautiful to punish this beast husband with something as simple as a little drama for the waiting cameras, but Alice wanted more. Whatever the high council had threatened the vampyrs with wasn’t enough. Her wrath would halt time.

“Just how did they get hell creatures like yourself to behave?” Alice eyed Gregory with genuine interest. “I suppose you might hold actual belief in this ridiculous Unity Merge Treaty...but how on earth did they get that one to behave?” One eyebrow lifted higher than the other, and the beauty’s gaze shifted to Motto. It was strange but she was glad to be stuck with Mr. Hot and Dignified rather than the actual drooling mess with wings. ….Although what Gregory had said about cutting them to ribbons...was a bit…..interesting. Visions of a shirtless and panting Gregory Frost came to Alice’s mind, his hair a little less neat and some grime on his face..

A moist sensation caused her to feel her nose. Sure enough, the doors were opening and Alice had a nose bleed.


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“I ...want you to …” Motto’s senses were in complete disarray. His small human wife was honey in his hand and he was enjoying every gentle throb of her heartbeat when it happened. The smell of fresh blood. So damn close it slapped him in the face. He knew it was the blonde. Motto could tell how much.. and what blood type.. and how many centimeters away she was...and he needed to do something. He needed to taste it. He had to. The doors had opened and many voices poured over the newlyweds but Motto focused on Cassandra’s heartbeat. And her voice.

“Kiss me.” He was desperate to avoid giving in and feeding on the blonde. Motto hated being so weak and proving everyone right that he was no more than a mindless disgusting.. thing. He needed something just as dangerous, if not moreso in order to distract him. What better than.. her sweeter than sweet skin ...on his mouth? Motto fumbled to touch her face with a trembling hand; his eyes said it all. He needed her help too.

“Please. Kiss me. I’m about to lose control. I’ll...be careful. Cassandra...help..help me..kiss me.”

"Just how did they get hell creatures like yourself to behave?"

"Hell Creatures? That's a new one." He said wondering what he had done to deserve that title already. "Yes, I suppose you could say I have a slither of hope for this all to hold strong and end the two centuries I've watched this city walk on egg shells between you humans and we creatures that go bump in the night. Even before it was confirmed we existed there were those who believed, there were legends, confirming it just made everything impossible to be denied, and as a result you and I as well as those two were selected to try and put a bandage on a gaping wound." he said noticing that at some point she had seemed to drift away mentally.

Cursing as he smelled the blood he turned toward the other vampyre fighting his own thirst he hoped the other man had enough self control or... was he begging the woman to kiss him? Glancing towards the widening gap leading to the outside world and mass of curious onlookers he turned away and pulled a black cloth from his pocket before holding it out to her without a word. No sense in scaring the poor woman, not that she wouldn't eventually see his porcelain fangs anyways. He however was curious as to how the other man believed a kiss would save them from the death warrant his betrothed had practically signed for the lot of them not even an hour into their union.




One moment she had been pleading for him to understand her need to protect her loved ones and the next she could see the instant the hunger hit him. Glancing over at the other woman she wondered if this was going to be the end of them already and the doors opening to the media outside would be broadcasting their deaths to the entire city. Turning back to him she could see the suffering again, worse than it had been before their dance, "Motto, are you..." She began realizing he still held her hand.

"Kiss me." He was pleading, everything about him screamed that they were in trouble. She had been asking him to help her protect her family and now he was asking her for help in doing so. perhaps if they could stay away from the other woman during all of this they may actually survive. Hell they hadn't even gotten out of the ceremony room before all their lives were in danger. She realized he had continued pleading and even tried reaching for her while her mind had veered off course.

Fear, surprise, and curiosity coursed through her like wild fire. If he was about to lose control she had no choice. "Anything that will help." She said wondering if this would actually help as she was easing closer hoping this kiss wouldn't lead to that of death. Rising up on her toes slightly as he was taller she met his lips curious as to if kissing a vampire would be any different than a human man. Would she feel the sharp fangs behind the lips?

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I am Pagan and I'm proud, Say it long and sing it loud! I'm a healer and a witch, it does not mean that i'm a b!tch.
Don't judge me by fears of the past, A witchy curse I shall not cast! I want to change what people say, I will not hide myself away.
I am Pagan, I am here. Not someone for you to fear.

Alice gasped at her crimson fingertips. This was worse than bad. Truly, the universe was mocking her and she was torn between laughing and crying. A black cloth presented itself and Alice took it without hesitation. All of her pride was gone and her resolve was crumbling. Lusting and fainting like a fool..she had no hope of triumph in this marriage. The beauty brought the cloth to her nose and turned her face away from the cameras while taking hold Gregory’s coats sleeve once more. He had been a perfect gentleman and here she was behaving like a child..throwing mental tantrums and physically falling to pieces. “Thank you..Mr. Frost.” Alice slipped her arm underneath his and held tight while keeping the cloth to her face.

“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE MARRIED TO DISGUSTING …...get this get this keep rolling!”

A reporter had broken through the press barriers and was making his way towards Alice when he caught sight of the other pair. Cheering and booing rose up quickly while Motto tilted his head to connect better with his little wife’s lips. His dangerous teeth had descended enough to be noticeable and Cassandra would feel them as he pressed. The wild vampyr had successfully flooded his senses with a new temptation. Her scent was rushing up into his mind while his lips lingered against hers. She was so close and full of the most perfect nectar and freely.. letting him..nearly...taste it. If only he could. Just a little taste. Something to keep in his mind for eternity. Something to smile upon. Something to take now because he could and why not?

Motto pulled his face away and stared at the small brave girl. “You..” He had too many feelings to express. He was breathing hard. And then Motto began to laugh. It was so intense, he had no choice. The smell of Alice’s blood still tainted the air, but he was basking in the afterglow of a totally awesome KISS. A human female’s! She kissed him willingly! He laughed harder and slid an arm around Cassandra’s waist to bring her closer to himself. “This is awesome!” Cassandra would notice live footage of herself and her new husband on the enormous holo-displays a block away.

He had sighed in slight relief as the other vampyre had found a way to resist ending the treaty before it had even begun. Although he had to applaud the girl, not many would willingly step within arms reach of a vampyre let alone give an embrace and exchange such as what she had offered. There was little doubt that she would be a weak link in all of this if she had the nerve to kiss a man she had just met, even one as dangerous as her new husband, but that seemed to be the beauty of this entire ordeal. Glancing up to the council he found looks of caution and relief among the members. Their beloved representative however showed a look of arrogance and pride that the other vampyre had managed to find a way around the blood lust that less than an hour ago had, had the man in rough shape just being in the room with the young women.

Looking over to his new bride clinging to his sleeve he gave a small grin. "You're quite welcome my dear, now would you like to accompany me in making fools of the press that believe this won't work?" He asked coaxing his fangs to retract as he slipped an arm around her waist rather than allowing her to simply cling to his sleeve like a frightened child. "Alice, you are now the second half of the leader of an entire blood line in the vampyre world. Stand tall and proud for weakness and fear will only make you prey to the media, who by far can be more ruthless than any vampire I've ever met." He said hoping that the nose bleeds would be limited around the younger members of the line.

Waiting for her go ahead he turned and led them through the mass of press with ease and charm until he found their escorts to take them away to his home. Allowing her in the safety of their transport before he would tuck himself inside and give the address of his building on the southwestern part of the city.


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His lips were so much softer than they looked and his hold was firm but gentle enough that he didn't hurt her. An odd presence behind his lips finally registered to her as his fangs, they were right there. A small wave of awe struck her and suddenly she wanted to touch them, to admire them. They were deadly, dangerous, and yet beautifully delicate and slender. Her mind was miles away as the media had come in. Their presence undetected until moments after Motto had pulled away and held her tighter. Something in his kiss was mind jumbling and she found herself curling into his chest as if it had always been the safest place for her. His laugh registered to her just as the crowd of cheers and boos broke through whatever barrier her mind had created to the outside world.

Looking at the crowd she frowned momentarily before looking up to Motto She laughed lightly surprised, but happy that he had enjoyed something so simple so much. "Are you ready to see our new home?" She asked ready to get away from the filthy judgmental media that would no doubt find every shadow and smudge they were given. Being toyed with like a yo-yo had been confusing but somehow as he pleaded for her help she had felt more confident and curious about this entire affair. How could it fail if they were willing to help each other. The other vampyre had caught his bride as she had fainted and had been fighting his own battle against the blood from what she could tell he had been more concerned about Motto coming after his bleeding bride, so with the four of them, she was beginning to think that as long as the other woman could keep from leaking her life's essence than maybe, just maybe the treaty could survive.

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I am Pagan and I'm proud, Say it long and sing it loud! I'm a healer and a witch, it does not mean that i'm a b!tch.
Don't judge me by fears of the past, A witchy curse I shall not cast! I want to change what people say, I will not hide myself away.
I am Pagan, I am here. Not someone for you to fear.

She caught sight of his fangs, but Alice didn’t care. The vampyr’s words were true and she clung to them instead of his arm. Her name on his demon tongue elicited a private swoon, but Alice forced it down while lifting her chin and taking a more composed poise by Gregory’s side. Her husband. Her spouse. Lawfully wed and … perhaps playing the part? His words about being his second half were unexpected and rather endearing. Of course the creature was lying to her and inwardly laughing at her though, so she wouldn’t entertain the thought. No.. Gregory Frost probably had plans to dangle her before his coven as a pet of some kind, or insignificant souvenir. She would kill him with her own hands. The sooner the better.

Walking ahead of him, she graced the cameras with a knowing smile; daring anyone to question her willing participation. Yes. That hot vampyr was hers, thank you very much. Hers to conquer.


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Motto’s undead heart quaked from the intensity of it all despite his laughter. This **** was real. He just married a human. AND KISSED HER. He kissed a few girls back when he had a soul, but the outlander hadn’t thought about it in centuries. Didn’t matter though. Cassandra was brave as hell and ...pretty.

"Are you ready to see our new home?"

The vampyr nodded. He’d nod to just about anything right now. She could tell him to torch himself and he would probably consider it for a second, he was so elated. Then it dawned on him. “Home” was some kind of.. facility now. In the city. Human everywhere and noise and ...brown eyes searched the area for a sign of what he was supposed to do next. Motto’s gaze found the waiting armored car and he started to scowl but caught himself. Not now. He had to do as he was told or pay dearly for it, compliments of the High Council. His hand slid down from where it been holding Cassandra’s waist and took her hand. Man she was brave. And pretty. And delicious. As they walked through the emotional throng a ...shoe of all things sailed towards his bride’s head. Someone had apparently decided to make trouble. With a flash of movement the vampry batted the shoe away before it reached Cassandra, and moved a little faster to the car.

He took hold of the door’s handle and pulled. Nothing. He pulled again. No success. Another effort to sabotage the scene was playing out for the unfortunate pair but ended with a bang. Literally. The door whizzed through the air with incredible speed after Motto sank his fingers into it, tore it free, and chucked it. BANG. It would take the city workers four days to remove it from the park monument where the it was deeply embedded. Motto whisked Cassandra into the vehicle and turned to the driver. “Drive. Now.”

His new bride was sure to keep him entertained for the next few decades she had left if she had more personalities to don in front of a threat. With barely any coaxing she had perked up stood as if the vampuric power coursed through her blood already. If ever the council was no longer breathing down their necks, and perhaps they actually became fond of each other he wondering if she would want bonded or turned in due time. He resisted shaking his head in amusement for precautions that the flashing low-lifes would take it out of turn. Instead he gave a gentleman's smile and followed his new bride allowing her to take what time she wanted before passing through the obnoxious crowd and to the car. Surely the other vampyre had made it through with less pictures than he was enduring. Perhaps it would be for the better, given the fine line of control the other had he thought it may be better if he dealt with the twisted and corrupt snakes the media called reporters.

Once the car was within reach he opened the door and offered her a hand to balance herself on entry. Once seated he closed the door daring anyone to open it as he flashed to the other side and let himself into the opposite side closing the door before rambling off the address and looking at his bride wondering how she would handle her new environment. "You handled that quite well. Are you okay?" He asked wondering what internal battles could be raging behind her crystalline eyes.


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Whatever disturbed him about going to their new home had put the poor man on edge. His kiss faded from her mind as her head started to clear slightly. If he kissed her like that too often the media could probably get a story out that she had become a meal given how her mind had fogged up and she had felt so dazed and relaxed. As he led her through the crowd she felt a small jolt go through him as if he had waved to the camera, highly unlikely until she noticed someone jerk to catch, was that a shoe? Looking from the confused man to Motto she couldn't figure out why someone would throw a shoe of all things it would be too easy to be singled out by if you walked out of the high council building wearing only one shoe, or even no shoes at all.

She didn't argue as he picked up their pace towards the car. The sooner they were away from this crowd the happier she would be. Once they got to the car she was surprised that the driver hadn't unlocked the door. Watching him pull once, twice, and then she knew it wasn't good when she heard the metal groan as the door was pulled from the car only to fly into the air with a bang somewhere she hadn't seen it land. Finding herself in the car she looked over as he sat next to the open gap that was supposed to be a door and smiled as the car began to move. "Thank you for stopping the shoe." She said not sure he would like for her to comment on the door thing just yet. The drivers eyes in the rear view mirror were troubled enough, hopefully this wasn't his personal vehicle. Although if it was she had no doubt the council would be able to compensate for the damages.

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I am Pagan and I'm proud, Say it long and sing it loud! I'm a healer and a witch, it does not mean that i'm a b!tch.
Don't judge me by fears of the past, A witchy curse I shall not cast! I want to change what people say, I will not hide myself away.
I am Pagan, I am here. Not someone for you to fear.

She took his hand and imagined being his plaything. Alice seated herself and wished she still had the black cloth. Her nose wasn’t bleeding again, but it might. Something about his … whole entire body bewitched her girlish inner dreams. He was frightfully handsome, with a sexy amount of gentlemanish style and a voice that outdid all else. Deep and pleasant with a tone that made heads turn.. he was too appealing. Alice pressed her knees together and inhaled a cleansing breath as the vampyr joined her side and closed the door. He gave the address and she died a little. Of course he would acknowledge the driver first… what did she expect? What was it that she even wanted? Alice squirmed at the uncomfortable thought. She was secretly hoping he was attracted to her? She had private wishes to fall in love? What a stupid thing to think about! She moved her eyes to the window and focused on the passing scenery. Ridiculous fantasies were for other women, but not her.

"You handled that quite well. Are you okay?"

“...” Alice turned to the gorgeous vampyr and summoned the feelings of hatred. Anything to drown out the giddy pleasure of having him look at her and ask after her well being. It wasn’t working. “I’m.. no.” She bit her lip. “Do vampyrs have sex?” She squeezed her eyes shut and continued to let the insane pent up litany out. “I’ve seen pictures in the stories, you know? Vampyrs naked with women and it’s all very erotic but … do you..does your kind ..actually do that because without blood ...or or is it only after you feed?” Alice opened her eyes and studied Gregory’s face.


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"Thank you for stopping the shoe."

Motto glanced at Cassandra’s mouth before meeting her in the eyes. “I don’t like people.” He replied. A strange thing for him to say while bringing his arm around to keep her from falling out. Frowning, Motto blinked at his hand. Without another word the vampyr switched places with her so that Cassandra was at less risk of falling out. He rested his elbows on his knees and stared at his hands. ...What was he doing? What was this insanity? He hadn’t really given any thought to what was in store for him aside from a few guilty fantasies of losing control and devouring an unlucky human in his cave. This was too weird and stressful.. and Motto’s eyes flicked to the open door. Just before flashing out of the car into the waiting sky, he reached over and quickly buckled Cassandra in. The next moment he was soaring fast and free over the city and away from the crazy bullsh*t. A relieved smile spread across the wild vampyr’s face as he took in the biting cold that usually came with height and speed. All done with that stuff. No problem at all. ..Right?

Motto blinked and reversed his direction in order to stop quickly. But she’d be punished. He would too. Right? It was one thing..to smile or else for the people. But .. if he didn’t do the actual being married part...that counted too. Right? The vampyr hadn’t really thought about actually living in a stupid house. An image of Cassandra wearing nothing but a blood red apron flashed into Motto’s mind. He sped back to the car and managed to rejoin her side just as the vehicle pulled up to the high security gate that bordered their new “home”. Invisible to the naked eye was a powerful field of highly dangerous dust matter; an energy signature discovered in mid 21rst century. Humans and vampyrs alike were vulnerable to the unstable and deadly field. It served as the protection/containment of the newlyweds. The gate guards eyed the missing door uneasily and placed hands on their holstered weapons while peering inside. “Everything ok, Miss?” Motto lifted an eyebrow.

“We’re awesome. F*ck off.”

The guards didn’t like that.

At her silence he turned slightly to face her as much as the tight backseat would permit. Raising a brow at her stuttering he was stunned momentarily at her question hearing her out before answering. A smile graced his lips, nervous as could be the little woman still barley shied away from him. Her blood had already brought his hunger to a height it had not been to since the council had forced those forsaken blood tablet on them. They sated the burn but never fulfilled the hunger, and the watery substance could neither pass as wine or juice much less blood. He had been the first of his line to take them and had led by example holding strong as he could through the first few doses that had urged him to want to rip his own throat out.

"Yes my dear, vamyrs have sex, it is one of the most intimate and enjoyable things about a dedicated feeding agreement between mortals like yourself and vampyrs who have fallen into more civilized company. Sex is still sex with or without the blood, but there is an up and down to each part. It is also not as bone rattling enjoyable for both parties, it's lacking once you've had intercourse with the blood exchange." He said not wanting to go into details with a curious driver listening in. "You're not so comfortable with me already that you're ready to consummate the union already are you?" He asked curious about her thought process at the moment.

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"I don't like a lot of people either." She had barely registered that his arm had been around her even in the car until it was gone and almost missed it. One moment his elbows were on his knees and the next she was fastened into her seat alone in the back of the car. Was he telling her that she was one of the people he didn't like and didn't want to go through with this anymore or did he only need a moment to clear his head from the chaos of the crowd now behind them? What if he didn't come back, if the council found out, no doubt they would, but would she be punished for him abandoning her? She was doing everything they asked in order to protect her friends, her family, would they not take that into consideration?

A sigh of relief escaped her as he smoothly sailed back into his seat at her side, perhaps all he needed was air after all. She gave a small smile to him before realizing the car was stopping. Glancing at the guards around the estate she didn't think this would be as relaxing in the long run as she had hoped, it already looked more like a prison with the field generators placed at even distances as far as she could see in the night around the property. as the guards peeked in she felt more threatened by them than she did the vampyr beside her. As Motto answered she couldn't help but nod. "We're fine just had some technical difficulties with the door on the way here." She said glancing towards the driver with a look spelling It's your own fault.

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I am Pagan and I'm proud, Say it long and sing it loud! I'm a healer and a witch, it does not mean that i'm a b!tch.
Don't judge me by fears of the past, A witchy curse I shall not cast! I want to change what people say, I will not hide myself away.
I am Pagan, I am here. Not someone for you to fear.

“Feeding agreement?” BLOOD EXCHANGE? Alice fiddled with her skirt. She was terrified and … extremely turned on. And then it occurred to her. Surely her hidden lust was nothing compared to the handsome devil’s thirst. Although it was dangerous, she clung to the idea because it was all she had. Her knowledge of his habits and traits was limited to fairy tales, and Alice suspected the vampyr of being much more clever than herself in general as much as it pained her to admit. But there was one thing she had that was undeniably powerful..perhaps enough to destroy him if she was cunning enough.

Blood.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She was playing with something worse than death, but as far as she could tell it was the only real weapon she had. For now. “Tell me more about this..” She turned to her new husband as the car approached their new home. Alice’s mind raced with different ways she might expose her blood without being obvious as she let her knee graze the inside of his. “...feeding agreement.”

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The guards reluctantly made way for the two and Motto interlaced his fingers with Cassandra’s as while he moved to exit the car. If she made no sign of wanting him to let go, he would continue to hold her hand as they walked past the high wall and into the front walk. It was tasteful with real grass and shrubbery, the house itself was of an old style from centuries ago but with the unmistakable hum of dust rays flickering around its perimeter. Motto glared at it and shuddered internally. He was going to be locked in a cage with a human. He was clearly screwed. It was as if they were trying to make him fail. He had no doubt there were many who wanted the Unity Treaty to collapse, and those jerks had a hand in this damn house with it’s shrubs and lethal force field. Cassandra’s pulse made it hard to concentrate and Motto’s hunger was still pretty raw from the blonde’s nosebleed earlier.

He stopped a few paces away from the front door. “You have it way worse than I do.” He closed his eyes and frowned. “If sh*t happens, you’re basically dead. I just get to feast..” Motto sighed. A new realization dawned on him and he stood straight again and shot a startled look at his wife. “But ..actually… I’ll be punished ..badly.” He couldn’t bring himself to think about the horrifying method promised to him if he failed. “So...I have it worse.” He swallowed and slowly let go of Cassandra’s hand. “They want me to fail. I can feel it. It p*sses me off.” His black wings and retracted back into nothingness, the vampry’s sculpted torso showed only the droplets of rain that had began to spatter down. “But you know what? We’re gonna beat them.” With a sudden smile, Motto swept the girl off her feet and held her bridal style. “I saw this in a movie once.” Grinning like a complete idiot, the vampyr kicked down the front door and entered with Cassandra in his arms.

"Tell me more about this... feeding agreement" His new bride coaxed reminding him of a harmless garden snake trying to play with a viper, oh but if only she knew what he had seen in his centuries.

"My dear the only thing you need know about them is that thanks to the blood tablets and the fear of the mundane population of anything different, the practice has been forbidden even between you and I. They even listed it in that contract, believe me you would be a delicacy with the way you smelled back there." He said cutting himself off before he slipped into further detail about how the more the taste excited the vampire the more pleasure the mortal received, or the danger of how with increased pleasure came an increase in the lack of ability to have the control necessary to stop before killing her. He could still sense the darkness within her and wondered just how she planned to use it in life, rarely did good come of something like he felt there. perhaps his bride would be more venomous than a simple garden snake.

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Releasing herself from the seat belt as the guards seemed to pout slightly and make way for them she let Motto take her hand and guide her from the car, the sturdy hum of energy that seemed to radiate from him was a comfort to her as they left the small mass of guards and made their way up the walk. Taking in the estate she couldn't help but wonder who had chosen their new home. It was far more elegant than her apartment and probably had more room than she would know what to do with. She caught herself mindlessly staring at the building before them with her mouth slightly gaped and closed it to try and regain whatever composure she had lost.

"You have it way worse than I do." her husband said calling her attention back to him. “If sh*t happens, you’re basically dead. I just get to feast..” he seemed to pause as if his thought process had taken a sharp turn. “But ..actually… I’ll be punished ..badly.” Another small pause made her wonder what threats they had pinned him into this with. “So...I have it worse.” He swallowed and slowly let go of her hand. “They want me to fail. I can feel it. It p*sses me off.” His black wings disappeared and set a train of side thoughts in her mind wondering how on earth he controlled those things. “But you know what? We’re gonna beat them.” With a sudden smile, Motto swept her off her feet and held her bridal style as a gasp escaped her and she heard the guards behind them mumbling something and shuffle. “I saw this in a movie once.” He said his smile causing her to relax a little and laugh, here she was in the arms of a vampire and she was relaxed, laughing and almost looking forward to what the coming days may hold.

Oh if only she could go back two weeks and tell herself about this day. She was no longer a burden to her friends living in the extra room to their apartment, she wouldn't die alone, he was almost guaranteed to out live her, and the only threat to their well being was the council wanting the truce to work out, and his hunger if she started leaking. However she had gone from carefree alone and pessimistic to terrified and shaking and then over to her current state of optimistic thinking and laughing with someone that could snap her bones with the slightest ease, she didn't think she would ever believe it if she wasn't living it. This vampire was nothing like the ones in the news.

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I am Pagan and I'm proud, Say it long and sing it loud! I'm a healer and a witch, it does not mean that i'm a b!tch.
Don't judge me by fears of the past, A witchy curse I shall not cast! I want to change what people say, I will not hide myself away.
I am Pagan, I am here. Not someone for you to fear.

She laughed. She thought he was cool. He was holding her and they were married and..they were standing in a beautiful foyer. It had two sweeping staircases and a candlelit chandelier cast shadows everywhere.

“Wooooah..I don’t need to see the rest of the house..” The vampyr stood there taking in the dim expanse and shuddered a little. It was way nicer than his cave but.. In a tomb sorta way. His instincts told him this was ideal but it didn’t have any trees or creatures and he liked those. But he had a human girl wife. A Cassandra. Who was soft and probably delicious and in his arms. An ancient memory brushed his mind and Motto quickly set the girl down on her feet. A brief glimpse of carnal desire was enough to make him flutter under the stairs and remain there for a long time, but he resisted the urge.

“Houses aren’t my thing..” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “I .. like caves.” Motto bit his lip; fang-style. He didn’t like how he felt. It was strange and taxing. Cassandra was probably just as lost and whatever. Dammit she smelled so good. Her pulse was distracting him to the point that it was hard to think. If only her nose had bled. Mmm then he could …. shuddering, he set Cassandra down and took several steps back. “Gonna chill here.” He avoided her eyes and feigned interest in the stairs. Motto’s acting sucked. His goal was to seem normal and relaxed but he looked like he was holding back something fairly difficult.


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“Well I’d like know more about it.. along with other customs of your kind. Mainly sexual customs.” Alice leaned closer to the handsome monster. She didn’t have a clear plan but the emotional rollercoaster had made it easy for her to abandon the remaining bit of dignity she had. Now it was simply playtime. What else would one do in such a situation? Cry? Shiver quietly and fret over her eventual demise? No. Mr. Elegant was polite and hot and she wanted to wipe that gracious smile off his face. To make him tremble somehow. To feel in control again, dammit.

“Do you engage with other...with your kind? Female vampyrs, or perhaps you partake in male pleasuring as well?”