..now? But she didn't speak those words, "Victor Stronghelm...to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence this evening?" He smiled, his teeth glittering and white against his bronze skin. She's so beautiful. She quickly noticed that his crisp white button-down was undone a couple buttons revealing his buttery smooth, hairless, skin, and his hazel eyes seemed to see straight though her. He was far older than even she was, and he both thrilled and terrified her, "Do I have to have a reason to see you?" She had known him over a thousand years, but every time she saw him he made her feel both like a child and a woman all at once. She smiled, ducking her head, letting her thick hair fall like a protective curtain across her face, "No, please come in." Looking around at the semi-disorder of the room, she quickly said, "I am sorry for the clutter, I just woke up. If I had known..." She didn't get to finish that sentence for Victor had closed and locked the door behind him and taken her slender form in his arms and was breathing in the heady mix of both her perfume and her skin. "It's alright, dear..." he murdered as his fangs grazed her neck. She trilled against his cold firm chest, her head lulling back as the memories of their only time twined together in the dark flashed through her mind. It was here in her house, almost a year ago, when they finally let what they had mutually craved for centuries happen, but then after he stayed away...until now. Why, why again, why must I want you again, it's been to long..."You tease me, Victor. You stay away for so long and now at last you return only to torment me." He laughed, his voice rich and throaty, "Oh I know," he said as he pushed her onto the near-by couch. I didn't come here for this...not now. She landed lightly with a sigh of frustration, "If you aren't here for...well...that, then what do you want with me?" Victor cast around the room, taking in the details like the black stone fire place and grey marble mantle-piece covered in both candles and candle wax that melted over it like stagnates. He smiled, fanged retracted, "Patience cher, good things come to those who wait." He sat beside her, his expression now serious and his once playful eyes sullen, "I come baring dark news from the coven. There has been a staking...one of the elders is dead." Her pouty mouth fell open in surprise, "What? Who? When...why?" I hate being the one to tell her this, but she would have wanted it this way...Victor took both of her icy hands in his, and staring down at them he said, "It was Marlena...last night. We don't know why." No, no, it's not true! It can't be true! He looked up abruptly as a fat red tear drop slashed on his hand, "Cher don't cry, please don't cry." She screamed, a horrible aching sound that vibrated angerly in her chest before bursting through her lips, "No!" He quickly grabbed her trembling form, and used his palm to press her head against his chest, "We will avenge her death, I promise you."
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