Hammerthynn enjoyed watching the smiles fade off the vampires faces. The realization that they were stupid enough to think that the werewolves had not inundated Nachton, swelling the city with their numbers, was a delicious reward to an otherwise distasteful task.
'There'll be no transgression from my pack. You have my word on it. But the others?' Hammer took a step back and opened the door out of the private room. He just could not help but chuckle as he stepped out, leaving them with this.
'Yeah, good luck on that.'
And he gently closed the door behind him.
((OOC Hammer out))
Sway (private)
Continued from An awkward situation
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
- Misc Artists
The orange flame lit Ellis' creamy complexion, turning her green eyes a sick pale crimson color. It did not make her beautiful. It did not make her irresistible. It was frozen moments in time that the naked eye caught but dismissed as a trick of light. Ellis looked into the reflection of her rear passenger side car window and saw that frozen moment and it made her smile.
It took a lot of skill and talent to play being bad like it was a gift. This part of her, the side that envied happiness, but sought to destroy it at the same time, was beginning to annoy her. Not so much that it was something she was going to stop doing, but more that being bad was getting old. Still, it was a damn site more fun than being good. With that thought, Ellis flipped the lighter in her hand and snapped the lid shut. She tucked the silver lighter into her jacket while inhaling deeply on her cigarette.
Standing in the parking lot behind Babylon, after having opted to park her own car, she took a moment to check her surroundings. She felt a whisper of Simon near, passing just on the edge of her perception. If it had been anyone else, she could not have been able to tell who or what it was, but with their bonding it was if he were wearing a neon sign. Kind of made up for all the years he was able to sneak up on her, despite her ancient abilities. The bonding had its advantages, not many, but one or two.
Pushing away from her car, she left it unlocked and the windows open. She did not give its safety a second thought. If anyone was stupid enough to steal it, they were stupid enough to die. Ellis listened to the clickety clack of her black heels as she walked to the private entrance of Babylon, not bothering to blend. Simon tripped into her perception range just as he appeared at her left side, as silent as you please.
She gave him a cursory glance, noting his cashmere blend, Armani notched collar jacket. It was gray with zippered pockets and it matched perfectly with his darker gray asymmetrical tab waisted pants. Ellis looked down at her black double breasted Gucci jacket with matching skinny jeans and over the knee, tasseled boots and smiled. They matched beautifully...and if people didn't think they were back together again, she wasn't sure what else they'd have to do except fuck in the streets.
Ellis blushed at the thought and as their auras tangled together, she noticed him give her a sharp look and a hooded smile.
'Alright, alright.' Simon held the entrance door open for her and they entered with little fanfare. 'So are you sure you want to do this? All things considered, they did try to kill us...twice? Shit I've lost count. You sure you want to meet them?'
Iov Hammerthynn
15 years ago
Marthinus T. Steyn
15 years ago
Marthinus watched Hammer leaving with his deep, grumbling laugh echoing in the hallway before he closed the door. It was the first time he had known Hammer, over a year, that he's heard the man laugh and it scared him a little. With a roll of his shoulders he looked back at Simon and Ellis.
'Vyusher R'asa.'
'Is that all you can tell us?' Simon asked with a distracted nod.
Shaking his head, Marthinus shrugged. 'That's all I know. They're not as free flowing with information as you'd think a pack of wolves would be.' He raised his eyebrows and snorted softly. Even if he did know more, Simon had to know that he was limited in what he could tell him. Know and respect it. He must have because he stood slowly and reached out with his hand, offering it.
The sizzle of his silver rings reminded him that he was pushing his time near them. Still, he extended his hand and shook Simon's. With a nod, Marthinus exited the private room, following Hammer.
(OOC Marthinus out))
'Vyusher R'asa.'
'Is that all you can tell us?' Simon asked with a distracted nod.
Shaking his head, Marthinus shrugged. 'That's all I know. They're not as free flowing with information as you'd think a pack of wolves would be.' He raised his eyebrows and snorted softly. Even if he did know more, Simon had to know that he was limited in what he could tell him. Know and respect it. He must have because he stood slowly and reached out with his hand, offering it.
The sizzle of his silver rings reminded him that he was pushing his time near them. Still, he extended his hand and shook Simon's. With a nod, Marthinus exited the private room, following Hammer.
(OOC Marthinus out))
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
'Meh.'
Ellis muttered under her breath as Marthinus left them in the private room. Her face twisted into a disgruntled sneer as she pushed her lips out and tried to figure out what was bothering her. Simon slumped back onto the couch next to her, much in the same mood.
Sitting forward, Ellis rested her elbows on her knees and considered the obvious.
'We are in some shit.'
Ellis muttered under her breath as Marthinus left them in the private room. Her face twisted into a disgruntled sneer as she pushed her lips out and tried to figure out what was bothering her. Simon slumped back onto the couch next to her, much in the same mood.
Sitting forward, Ellis rested her elbows on her knees and considered the obvious.
'We are in some shit.'
Simon Huntington
15 years ago
Simon chewed on his lip as he rested his head back and stared up at the ceiling. His concentration on holding back feelings through their shared aura had been on the forefront of his mind up until Hammerthynn's surprise bit of information. Now as he lazily ran the tips of his fingers along the pleats of his front pants pockets, he relaxed.
'I don't know what to think now. We did something horrible enough for generations of werewolves to remember, yet they can't tell us what it is, and not because they don't want us to know. They just...don't know. Now they're declaring a truce while letting us know that they're not the only pack in town.'
He rolled his head side to side, confused by what he just said. He felt the same confusion reach out from Ellis as she turned to look at him.
'I wonder how much Anantya knows.' Simon rolled his head to the right and looked at Ellis who was glaring at him. 'What?'
'I don't know what to think now. We did something horrible enough for generations of werewolves to remember, yet they can't tell us what it is, and not because they don't want us to know. They just...don't know. Now they're declaring a truce while letting us know that they're not the only pack in town.'
He rolled his head side to side, confused by what he just said. He felt the same confusion reach out from Ellis as she turned to look at him.
'I wonder how much Anantya knows.' Simon rolled his head to the right and looked at Ellis who was glaring at him. 'What?'
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
'How are you doing that?'
'Doing what?'
Ellis turned fully toward Simon and pointed at him angrily. 'That. That!'
Simon made a face and lifted his head off the back of the couch. He looked down at his shirt and finally down to his shoes.
'You can hold it in, can't you?'
Suddenly Simon smiled. He laid his head back down on the couch and gave her a look that made her stomach flutter and her blood pressure rise to volcanic levels. Part of her knew why it was upsetting her, but the other part was refusing to listen and just chalking up Simon's ability to hide things from her as standard procedure. She ignored the fact that it brought up disagreeable feelings of his betrayal; how him trying to murder her was something she never saw coming.
With a huff she turned away from him and crossed her arms and legs.
'Doing what?'
Ellis turned fully toward Simon and pointed at him angrily. 'That. That!'
Simon made a face and lifted his head off the back of the couch. He looked down at his shirt and finally down to his shoes.
'You can hold it in, can't you?'
Suddenly Simon smiled. He laid his head back down on the couch and gave her a look that made her stomach flutter and her blood pressure rise to volcanic levels. Part of her knew why it was upsetting her, but the other part was refusing to listen and just chalking up Simon's ability to hide things from her as standard procedure. She ignored the fact that it brought up disagreeable feelings of his betrayal; how him trying to murder her was something she never saw coming.
With a huff she turned away from him and crossed her arms and legs.
Simon Huntington
15 years ago
Her aura pulsed angrily at him, like tentacles whipping out from her core. She couldn't hide how she was feeling; she lacked the ability and the patience. Simon looked at her with a satisfied grin as Ellis turned away, making a noise that was akin to a cat hissing.
He grinned openly, smiling a toothy grin. 'What does it matter?'
'It doesn't,' she said with her back still to him.
Simon leaned forward, enjoying seeing her riled up. He could feel her aura begin to mix her annoyance with confusion, which was leading straight to anger. Still, he could not help himself. He nudged her gently with his shoulder, causing her to turn her head sharply. No doubt his close proximity startling her.
'Yes. I can tell it doesn't bother you in the least.'
Immediately Ellis shot forward and tried to put as much distance between them as possible. He reached out quickly and snagged her arm, preventing her from getting more than an arms length away, and looking back, it was probably the fact that he started to laugh at her reaction that precipitated what came next.
He grinned openly, smiling a toothy grin. 'What does it matter?'
'It doesn't,' she said with her back still to him.
Simon leaned forward, enjoying seeing her riled up. He could feel her aura begin to mix her annoyance with confusion, which was leading straight to anger. Still, he could not help himself. He nudged her gently with his shoulder, causing her to turn her head sharply. No doubt his close proximity startling her.
'Yes. I can tell it doesn't bother you in the least.'
Immediately Ellis shot forward and tried to put as much distance between them as possible. He reached out quickly and snagged her arm, preventing her from getting more than an arms length away, and looking back, it was probably the fact that he started to laugh at her reaction that precipitated what came next.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis felt the jerk of her arm and just about lost her shit.
In the time that she had been back in Nachton, resurrected - as it were, Simon had manhandled her to the point of bruises. Not once, not twice, but on several occasions. In the time that she's known him, he had never once laid a rough hand on her, at least not one that wasn't invited. He grabbed her hard enough to pull the skin on her underarm, causing a biting pain and what would be referred to as a knee jerk reaction.
Within a second of him grabbing her, Ellis had her silver super .38 out and pointed at Simon's forehead. Despite being half in his lap, much to her dismay, and her arm still in his clutches, she touched the cold steel against his skin.
Simon's eyes fluttered for a moment and then crossed to look down the barrel of the gun.
'I don't like it when you grab me. Simon.'
In the time that she had been back in Nachton, resurrected - as it were, Simon had manhandled her to the point of bruises. Not once, not twice, but on several occasions. In the time that she's known him, he had never once laid a rough hand on her, at least not one that wasn't invited. He grabbed her hard enough to pull the skin on her underarm, causing a biting pain and what would be referred to as a knee jerk reaction.
Within a second of him grabbing her, Ellis had her silver super .38 out and pointed at Simon's forehead. Despite being half in his lap, much to her dismay, and her arm still in his clutches, she touched the cold steel against his skin.
Simon's eyes fluttered for a moment and then crossed to look down the barrel of the gun.
'I don't like it when you grab me. Simon.'
Simon Huntington
15 years ago
He wasn't expecting this type of response, but he wasn't surprised. More importantly, he wasn't worried about having the tip of a .38 pressing against his forehead, or looking down the barrel of a gun. Having been in the situation multiple times with Ellis, he was fairly certain she was bluffing. Simon looked past the gun and up into Ellis' very calm, expressionless face.
'This feels vaguely familiar.' Ellis continued to stare at him, her grip on the gun unwavering. 'Why don't you put the gun away, E. We both know you're not going to use it.'
Ellis moved her thumb and pulled back on the hammer.
'I...,' Simon took a deep breath and slowly released his grip on her arm, but his hand still hovered close to her body, as did his other which he brought up slowly.
He had pulled Ellis back almost into his arms and her right knee was on the couch with him, in between his legs. She could have easily nailed him in the tenders, but she decided to get a little heavy handed. Her eyes narrowed as she pushed away from him, with her gun still pointed at his head. The intensity of their aura pulsated with her anger.
'I seemed to recall you liking it a little rough...'
He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, which probably was a good thing considering the great lengths he was going through to antagonize her. To signify that she was done listening, Ellis fired off a round a foot away from his ear, into the couch behind him. It took everything not to flinch.
With a slow blink, Simon lowered his hands onto his lap and leaned back against the couch. With a roll of her eyes, Ellis turned and tucked the gun away. Muttering under her breath, Simon felt the annoyance in their shared aura flare to desire as she exited out of the room.
'This feels vaguely familiar.' Ellis continued to stare at him, her grip on the gun unwavering. 'Why don't you put the gun away, E. We both know you're not going to use it.'
Ellis moved her thumb and pulled back on the hammer.
'I...,' Simon took a deep breath and slowly released his grip on her arm, but his hand still hovered close to her body, as did his other which he brought up slowly.
He had pulled Ellis back almost into his arms and her right knee was on the couch with him, in between his legs. She could have easily nailed him in the tenders, but she decided to get a little heavy handed. Her eyes narrowed as she pushed away from him, with her gun still pointed at his head. The intensity of their aura pulsated with her anger.
'I seemed to recall you liking it a little rough...'
He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, which probably was a good thing considering the great lengths he was going through to antagonize her. To signify that she was done listening, Ellis fired off a round a foot away from his ear, into the couch behind him. It took everything not to flinch.
With a slow blink, Simon lowered his hands onto his lap and leaned back against the couch. With a roll of her eyes, Ellis turned and tucked the gun away. Muttering under her breath, Simon felt the annoyance in their shared aura flare to desire as she exited out of the room.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis gave him a final look as she tucked her gun away, still smoking from the single round she put not a foot away from his head. Simon was relaxed on the couch; his hands on the tops of his thighs, giving her a smoldering look. Despite him man handling her, yet again, she felt that familiar arousal rise up in her as she opened the door to leave. The emotion slipped into their aura, embarrassing her even further. Riled up and turned on at the same time, Ellis angrily exited out of the room.
She passed the waiter holding a tray of food and her drink, barely giving him room to dodge her furious path out of the back end of the club. The sound of her gun going off had not alerted security, not yet anyway. The private rooms were not monitored with video or audio. The cleaning staff would report it eventually, not that it mattered. Ellis busied herself with mundane little facts like that as she pushed out of the private exit.
The cold air, paired with the slamming of the door, seem to cut off their aura, but not by much. She could still feel Simon back in the club. There was something about how their aura reacted to their emotions - the rawer it was, the more powerful it affected it. There was a thin line between love and hate. Desire had a polarizing effect; much like rage and the two seemed separated by a very thin line. Ellis stopped halfway to her car and dug for her pack of cigarettes. Her eyes glazed over as she thought of Simon, damn him. The hold he had on her perplexed her as well as aroused her. More and more she felt her upper hand lose ground every time she was with him. Ellis half tapped, half slammed a cigarette out of her pack and she held it up to her mouth. Her eyes focused in on her hand, enthralled by the tremor that was shaking it. Ellis closed her hands into fists, crumpling her almost empty pack and tossed the items away.
She needed to get away from here, from him. Maybe leave Nachton and travel for a little while. Would he try and find her? Could she still feel him, from where ever she ran to? Could she be away from him? Her last thought put the hairs on the back of her neck on end. Was that rage coursing through her…or was she scared of just not being around him? Ellis walked the rest of the way to her car quickly, trying to shake off the terror that was forming a lump in her throat.
Ellis was feeling vulnerable, scared, yet annoyed. She put her hand on the door handle of her car and pulled it open…only to have Simon’s hand gently close it.
She passed the waiter holding a tray of food and her drink, barely giving him room to dodge her furious path out of the back end of the club. The sound of her gun going off had not alerted security, not yet anyway. The private rooms were not monitored with video or audio. The cleaning staff would report it eventually, not that it mattered. Ellis busied herself with mundane little facts like that as she pushed out of the private exit.
The cold air, paired with the slamming of the door, seem to cut off their aura, but not by much. She could still feel Simon back in the club. There was something about how their aura reacted to their emotions - the rawer it was, the more powerful it affected it. There was a thin line between love and hate. Desire had a polarizing effect; much like rage and the two seemed separated by a very thin line. Ellis stopped halfway to her car and dug for her pack of cigarettes. Her eyes glazed over as she thought of Simon, damn him. The hold he had on her perplexed her as well as aroused her. More and more she felt her upper hand lose ground every time she was with him. Ellis half tapped, half slammed a cigarette out of her pack and she held it up to her mouth. Her eyes focused in on her hand, enthralled by the tremor that was shaking it. Ellis closed her hands into fists, crumpling her almost empty pack and tossed the items away.
She needed to get away from here, from him. Maybe leave Nachton and travel for a little while. Would he try and find her? Could she still feel him, from where ever she ran to? Could she be away from him? Her last thought put the hairs on the back of her neck on end. Was that rage coursing through her…or was she scared of just not being around him? Ellis walked the rest of the way to her car quickly, trying to shake off the terror that was forming a lump in her throat.
Ellis was feeling vulnerable, scared, yet annoyed. She put her hand on the door handle of her car and pulled it open…only to have Simon’s hand gently close it.
Simon Huntington
15 years ago
Simon counted slowly to ten.
He stared at the door as he reflected on what he should do after he finished counting. With a deep sigh he tried to decide just what, exactly, he planned to do with Ellis. Should he continue appearing around town, side by side with the woman he tried to kill, the devil in the blue Prada? Should he continue strengthening his bond, making him look like an idiot, as well as a hypocrite? Should he walk out the door and go to her? She was all he had ever known, and had loved for so long. Yes, there was Carol, but that love burned out as quickly as it was bright. Simon slowly blinked, and looked at the door.
He had his hand on her car door within two seconds of that last thought.
Ellis didn't, or wouldn't, turn to face him. She just looked off to her left, down at his left hand that was gently pushing the car door closed.
'Do you want to know why I hide what I feel, Ellis?'
She began to answer, 'I know why', in a small voice, but he cut her off.
'No, I don't think you do,' he said slowly and close to her ear. 'I don't think you ever knew.'
Simon could see Ellis lower her eyes, her face flushing with the pain and embarrassment her aura was sharing.
'Do you remember that first night, by the car?'
She knew exactly what he was talking about; he could feel her desire pulsating.
'Remember what it felt like?' Ellis nodded.
Simon put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him, her green eyes watery with tears, and her nose turning a soft shade of pink. Simon would remember that he was gently squeezing her shoulders when he released his hold on his aura.
He stared at the door as he reflected on what he should do after he finished counting. With a deep sigh he tried to decide just what, exactly, he planned to do with Ellis. Should he continue appearing around town, side by side with the woman he tried to kill, the devil in the blue Prada? Should he continue strengthening his bond, making him look like an idiot, as well as a hypocrite? Should he walk out the door and go to her? She was all he had ever known, and had loved for so long. Yes, there was Carol, but that love burned out as quickly as it was bright. Simon slowly blinked, and looked at the door.
He had his hand on her car door within two seconds of that last thought.
Ellis didn't, or wouldn't, turn to face him. She just looked off to her left, down at his left hand that was gently pushing the car door closed.
'Do you want to know why I hide what I feel, Ellis?'
She began to answer, 'I know why', in a small voice, but he cut her off.
'No, I don't think you do,' he said slowly and close to her ear. 'I don't think you ever knew.'
Simon could see Ellis lower her eyes, her face flushing with the pain and embarrassment her aura was sharing.
'Do you remember that first night, by the car?'
She knew exactly what he was talking about; he could feel her desire pulsating.
'Remember what it felt like?' Ellis nodded.
Simon put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him, her green eyes watery with tears, and her nose turning a soft shade of pink. Simon would remember that he was gently squeezing her shoulders when he released his hold on his aura.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
'I don't think you ever knew.'
She thought she did know, after all these years, just how Simon felt. But really the lies, and ultimate betrayal, had come completely out of no where. She took him and their world for granted, so she didn't know. She never really did know, but he showed her.
The amount of emotion he was holding back was incalculable. It washed over her, inundating her in the rawness of his emotion. If their shared bond had been visible, it could be compared to a gust of wind versus a hurricane. It immediately brought her to tears, her eyes watering, blurring the sad look on Simon's face. She felt small compared to the greatness he felt - insignificant and unworthy. Simon had always been this way, or he used to before the years took their toll on him. Even Ellis recognized the change in him after he was turned. A bright, burning light that slowly suffocated in the darkness that was Ellis.
The tears ran down her cheek as Simon leaned in close and spoke softly in her ear.
She thought she did know, after all these years, just how Simon felt. But really the lies, and ultimate betrayal, had come completely out of no where. She took him and their world for granted, so she didn't know. She never really did know, but he showed her.
The amount of emotion he was holding back was incalculable. It washed over her, inundating her in the rawness of his emotion. If their shared bond had been visible, it could be compared to a gust of wind versus a hurricane. It immediately brought her to tears, her eyes watering, blurring the sad look on Simon's face. She felt small compared to the greatness he felt - insignificant and unworthy. Simon had always been this way, or he used to before the years took their toll on him. Even Ellis recognized the change in him after he was turned. A bright, burning light that slowly suffocated in the darkness that was Ellis.
The tears ran down her cheek as Simon leaned in close and spoke softly in her ear.
Simon Huntington
15 years ago
It hit her with a force that was unexpected. Letting go and releasing everything he was holding back into their shared bond felt like a painful gasp for breath. Their bond was all encompassing and incredible, and had most certainly grown since its discovery. Simon could not stop wondering what his life, their life, would have been like if they had always been bonded, but for that to happen, she would have had to love him as much as he loved her. This thought alone pained him to no end, and as it reflected in his aura, he saw Ellis react to it by covering her mouth with her hands and sobbing. Leaning in close, Simon whispered softly in her ear.
'This is how I loved you, Ellis. This is how I have always loved you, but I don't think you ever loved me half as much.' Her body wracked with deep, painful sobs, but he continued. 'Maybe you did, before you turned me. I wonder sometimes if you didn't look at me as something tainted, but useful after that. When that nagging doubt started, so did the hate and this is how I felt.'
Simon gathered up as much bitterness and regret as he could, lord knows he had plenty over the fifteen hundred plus years. The adoring, self sacrificing love disappeared from their aura and was replaced by something dark and ugly. Adoration was replaced by disdain. Worship by seething hate. Ellis' hands slowly dropped as she looked down and grimaced.
'For years, Ellis. As much as I loved you, I hated you. I keep asking myself though, if you had known how I felt, would it had made a difference? Not just for you, but for me. For all the mental armor I managed to build around me, watching you die filled me with as much relief as it did guilt.'
He began to concentrate again, reeling in the emotions when suddenly Ellis reached out and grabbed his jacket. What she said next changed everything.
'This is how I loved you, Ellis. This is how I have always loved you, but I don't think you ever loved me half as much.' Her body wracked with deep, painful sobs, but he continued. 'Maybe you did, before you turned me. I wonder sometimes if you didn't look at me as something tainted, but useful after that. When that nagging doubt started, so did the hate and this is how I felt.'
Simon gathered up as much bitterness and regret as he could, lord knows he had plenty over the fifteen hundred plus years. The adoring, self sacrificing love disappeared from their aura and was replaced by something dark and ugly. Adoration was replaced by disdain. Worship by seething hate. Ellis' hands slowly dropped as she looked down and grimaced.
'For years, Ellis. As much as I loved you, I hated you. I keep asking myself though, if you had known how I felt, would it had made a difference? Not just for you, but for me. For all the mental armor I managed to build around me, watching you die filled me with as much relief as it did guilt.'
He began to concentrate again, reeling in the emotions when suddenly Ellis reached out and grabbed his jacket. What she said next changed everything.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis had never felt anything like it; the warmth of his love filled their shared aura and reached deep down into her soul. It was...beyond words. It tore her apart with guilt and regret and she just couldn't stop crying. How stupid she had been, how totally blind, reckless, arrogant, and undeserving. Simon whispered so softly in her ear, detailing the love she ignored and then the hate she deserved.
This wasn't how it was suppose to happen. From the day she turned, each day had been planned, coordinated, plotted, and schemed. She went from being her father's property, her creator's whore, to one of the most hated, most feared vampires in existence. She had always considered the fear she inspired to be worth everything else, including Simon's love. She had always assumed he'd be there and she had no clue of what she had done to him over all these years. He said he was relieved when he killed her.
She was furious. Wasn't she? Why wasn't she feeling her anger in their aura? Regret was a horrible and ugly thing and it was all hers. Then slowly, as if a door was closing, Simon began to pull back from their aura and it left her empty. He was there, but...checked out, on autopilot. Their bond had grown a hundred fold since its creation and he was pulling away again and it frightened the hell out of her. She reached out and grabbed him, stopping him from pulling completely back and she did something that surprised even her.
She begged.
'Simon please, please don't.' Her voice cracked again, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her. Grabbing onto his jacket, she pressed her face into his chest and begged. His hands hovered over her shoulders, the missing warmth felt like cold icicles on her skin.
'Let's leave here. Leave Nachton and go far away. Just you and me. Just us...please.'
'What...what did you say?' Simon's gasped.
Looking up into his face, she saw the shock and surprise in his beautifully warm hazel eyes. He could ask anything of her, she'd stop breathing if he asked. Pride was doing its damnedest to stop the words that were fighting to come out of her. Her mind began to spin - nothing she was feeling was even remotely familiar to her - begging, pleading for his love. Was this a nightmare, the stark reality of loss? Is this what other people felt? If so, she never wanted to lose that feeling, ever.
'Just please don't...stop loving me.'
There. She said it. She was fairly certain that she was indeed living some nightmare where she throws every self respecting ounce of her out the window and succumb to what she always thought made everyone else so weak. Is this what love was, this debilitating? This...glorious?
Love, regret, whatever it was called, she had finally gave into this fucked up ride. She could feel her tears drying on her cheek, the saltiness of them on her lips. Suddenly Simon's hands moved up into her hair. The warmth of his fingers sending tingles down her spine and finally, after he had killed her over two years ago, saved her a hundred times since then, annoyed the hell out of her, and broken a pair of her Prada shoes...he kissed her.
This wasn't how it was suppose to happen. From the day she turned, each day had been planned, coordinated, plotted, and schemed. She went from being her father's property, her creator's whore, to one of the most hated, most feared vampires in existence. She had always considered the fear she inspired to be worth everything else, including Simon's love. She had always assumed he'd be there and she had no clue of what she had done to him over all these years. He said he was relieved when he killed her.
She was furious. Wasn't she? Why wasn't she feeling her anger in their aura? Regret was a horrible and ugly thing and it was all hers. Then slowly, as if a door was closing, Simon began to pull back from their aura and it left her empty. He was there, but...checked out, on autopilot. Their bond had grown a hundred fold since its creation and he was pulling away again and it frightened the hell out of her. She reached out and grabbed him, stopping him from pulling completely back and she did something that surprised even her.
She begged.
'Simon please, please don't.' Her voice cracked again, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her. Grabbing onto his jacket, she pressed her face into his chest and begged. His hands hovered over her shoulders, the missing warmth felt like cold icicles on her skin.
'Let's leave here. Leave Nachton and go far away. Just you and me. Just us...please.'
'What...what did you say?' Simon's gasped.
Looking up into his face, she saw the shock and surprise in his beautifully warm hazel eyes. He could ask anything of her, she'd stop breathing if he asked. Pride was doing its damnedest to stop the words that were fighting to come out of her. Her mind began to spin - nothing she was feeling was even remotely familiar to her - begging, pleading for his love. Was this a nightmare, the stark reality of loss? Is this what other people felt? If so, she never wanted to lose that feeling, ever.
'Just please don't...stop loving me.'
There. She said it. She was fairly certain that she was indeed living some nightmare where she throws every self respecting ounce of her out the window and succumb to what she always thought made everyone else so weak. Is this what love was, this debilitating? This...glorious?
Love, regret, whatever it was called, she had finally gave into this fucked up ride. She could feel her tears drying on her cheek, the saltiness of them on her lips. Suddenly Simon's hands moved up into her hair. The warmth of his fingers sending tingles down her spine and finally, after he had killed her over two years ago, saved her a hundred times since then, annoyed the hell out of her, and broken a pair of her Prada shoes...he kissed her.
Simon Huntington
15 years ago
Caution. Determination. His honor bound duty to do the right thing. All these things were thrown out the window as Simon put his hands into her black hair and kissed her. Hard. He balled his fists, tangling his fingers in her hair, as he crushed her lips against his. She was begging, pleading for him to love her, something he thought he’d never get the chance to hear her say. With everything in him, Simon released the gathered up emotion into their shared aura and he felt it burn as intense as it was blinding. The overwhelming intensity of their aura made his knees buckle, and he pressed Ellis against her car. Her body had reacted first with surprise, but recovered quickly with unrestrained, haphazard want.
Ellis pulled tightly on his jacket with one hand and reached up and encircled his neck with her other. Their kiss was debilitating as they craved each other’s lips. Cupping her face, Simon bit her bottom lip and tugged at it none too gently as he pulled back to look at her. As they paused, he ran his thumbs over her swollen lips and looked into her watery green eyes.
Maybe this was his problem, he wondered. All these years he compared her to the woman she was, the woman he had fallen in love with a thousand times over. He worshipped her from the moment he first saw her, felt her smoldering eyes on him, touched her soft, sable black hair. But he remembered, all at once he looked at her again and she was gone. Somehow everything didn’t look the same anymore, the city, their love, his reflection in the mirror. He spent his life blaming her, letting his regret rot him to the core, yet those nights he made love to her, her breath one with his, it seemed worth it , remembering how he thought she loved him.
Looking at her now, knowing and feeling what was in her heart, it made that moment different from all the others. Slowly they leaned into each other and they kissed so deeply that he felt lost, and he was ok with that. None of what happened mattered anymore, only right then. Right then he had her in his arms and he felt her love for him as deeply and profoundly as he loved her.
They stood there like that, kissing slowly for god knew how long. Five minutes, an hour, he had lost track of time with her. Like the night of their discovered bond, the world faded away and it was only them in a world with no time, no clan, and no werewolves…just them. Finally they disengaged, their lips swollen and pink, and they pressed their foreheads together.
‘We should probably stop making out in the parking lot,’ he said lazily, his voice thick and full of need. Ellis snorted softly, and then they laughed quietly together. ‘Where are you staying now?’
He was almost as surprised by her answer, as he was that she actually told him.
Ellis pulled tightly on his jacket with one hand and reached up and encircled his neck with her other. Their kiss was debilitating as they craved each other’s lips. Cupping her face, Simon bit her bottom lip and tugged at it none too gently as he pulled back to look at her. As they paused, he ran his thumbs over her swollen lips and looked into her watery green eyes.
Maybe this was his problem, he wondered. All these years he compared her to the woman she was, the woman he had fallen in love with a thousand times over. He worshipped her from the moment he first saw her, felt her smoldering eyes on him, touched her soft, sable black hair. But he remembered, all at once he looked at her again and she was gone. Somehow everything didn’t look the same anymore, the city, their love, his reflection in the mirror. He spent his life blaming her, letting his regret rot him to the core, yet those nights he made love to her, her breath one with his, it seemed worth it , remembering how he thought she loved him.
Looking at her now, knowing and feeling what was in her heart, it made that moment different from all the others. Slowly they leaned into each other and they kissed so deeply that he felt lost, and he was ok with that. None of what happened mattered anymore, only right then. Right then he had her in his arms and he felt her love for him as deeply and profoundly as he loved her.
They stood there like that, kissing slowly for god knew how long. Five minutes, an hour, he had lost track of time with her. Like the night of their discovered bond, the world faded away and it was only them in a world with no time, no clan, and no werewolves…just them. Finally they disengaged, their lips swollen and pink, and they pressed their foreheads together.
‘We should probably stop making out in the parking lot,’ he said lazily, his voice thick and full of need. Ellis snorted softly, and then they laughed quietly together. ‘Where are you staying now?’
He was almost as surprised by her answer, as he was that she actually told him.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
'I built a lair underneath the Opera house. The entrance is through the sewer gate behind the property.'
Ellis blinked. Did she just tell him where she was staying, how to get there, and the fucking pass code?
'The password is your name, actually, in digits'
Oh no wait, now she did. Mentally kicking herself for a moment, she shook her head and then looked back at him. At six foot four, even when she was in heels, he still looked down at her and she absolutely loved it. He would put his chin down and look at her with knitted eyebrows. She sighed deeply as he looked at her like that now, only this time with a small grin.
Shit, she'd give him her social security number, her account number in Switzerland, and a puppy if he asked right then. Simon lifted his arm and checked his watch. Ellis pulled at his wrist, turning it toward her as she read it upside down. How long had they been standing in the parking lot?
'Wow it's almost dawn already?'
Simon took a deep breath and let it out slowly - even something as simple as him breathing turned her on, she noticed. She wondered if he realized what she had just realized. Maybe, but she knew he felt what she did and that was all that really mattered. She smiled as she felt his arms encircle her waist and pull her close, but was dismayed when she felt his hand move to her car door handle and opened it.
'Big meeting in the morning, boss?'
Ellis blinked. Did she just tell him where she was staying, how to get there, and the fucking pass code?
'The password is your name, actually, in digits'
Oh no wait, now she did. Mentally kicking herself for a moment, she shook her head and then looked back at him. At six foot four, even when she was in heels, he still looked down at her and she absolutely loved it. He would put his chin down and look at her with knitted eyebrows. She sighed deeply as he looked at her like that now, only this time with a small grin.
Shit, she'd give him her social security number, her account number in Switzerland, and a puppy if he asked right then. Simon lifted his arm and checked his watch. Ellis pulled at his wrist, turning it toward her as she read it upside down. How long had they been standing in the parking lot?
'Wow it's almost dawn already?'
Simon took a deep breath and let it out slowly - even something as simple as him breathing turned her on, she noticed. She wondered if he realized what she had just realized. Maybe, but she knew he felt what she did and that was all that really mattered. She smiled as she felt his arms encircle her waist and pull her close, but was dismayed when she felt his hand move to her car door handle and opened it.
'Big meeting in the morning, boss?'
Simon Huntington
15 years ago
This time he laughed as he swung her car door open for her. He didn't want to leave the snug place pressed up against her, but everything happened for a reason, whether he wanted them to or not, but he could control when they happened...for the most part.
'No, no big meeting. I'm just,' Simon shrugged slowly, smile still in place, 'taking my time, is all.'
Ellis looked at him, her eyes narrowed, but her small smile, happy. She slid into the front seat of her car and pulled her long legs in. With a soft push, Simon closed her car door.
'You going to be 'round?'
'No, no big meeting. I'm just,' Simon shrugged slowly, smile still in place, 'taking my time, is all.'
Ellis looked at him, her eyes narrowed, but her small smile, happy. She slid into the front seat of her car and pulled her long legs in. With a soft push, Simon closed her car door.
'You going to be 'round?'
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis shrugged and reached for the keys in her ignition.
'Meh. I 'spose.'
Her car roared to life as Simon bent down and rested the bottom of his forearms on the open car window. They looked at each other for a moment, smug smiles in place. She could see him considering kissing her again, and she wondered maybe if she'd try it herself. In the end she did something unexpected, even for her.
'That kiss? That was want. This though?' Ellis leaned forward and pressed her forehead gently against his, closing her eyes, and rubbing her nose against his. The scent of his skin was intoxicating and their lips did brush briefly against each other. 'That's need. I'll be seeing you.'
((Ellis and Simon out))
Continued in Flashing Lights
'Meh. I 'spose.'
Her car roared to life as Simon bent down and rested the bottom of his forearms on the open car window. They looked at each other for a moment, smug smiles in place. She could see him considering kissing her again, and she wondered maybe if she'd try it herself. In the end she did something unexpected, even for her.
'That kiss? That was want. This though?' Ellis leaned forward and pressed her forehead gently against his, closing her eyes, and rubbing her nose against his. The scent of his skin was intoxicating and their lips did brush briefly against each other. 'That's need. I'll be seeing you.'
((Ellis and Simon out))
Continued in Flashing Lights