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He couldn't tell if the shiver was from fear or desire, but he didn't mind. The blush reminded him of his hunger. For a moment, he was ravenous. While he wanted to draw the game out, it was getting impossible to go on without something in return. His hand slid down to her neck. He leaned forward and smiled, letting his pointed teeth show. "Just a taste." His voice was still silky, but this time with ominous undertones. "For now."

The fear was in full force now. He found himself enjoying it. To hell with seducing. Force was much more enjoyable. He took a step forward, grabbing the tops of her arms. "Now, now." He chided, sounding eerily like a scolding parent. "Let's not make a fuss." He pulled her closer. It's not like he was going to kill her. If she was dead, what would entertain him?

He could hear her heartbeat. The sound seemed to fill his ears. The sound of it's beating, the smell of her, she was just so...human. He smiled again. "Nothing you won't survive." He pulled her tight against him. He was torn between drawing the moment out and taking a taste right away.

He knew she was afraid, but really. Didn't he just say she'd survive? And yet she struggled as if her life depended on it. He let go of her for a split second, just long enough to lift her in his arms. He held her like she was a small child. Only small children were not held with such force. "Enough." He commanded.

He stared down at her in disblief. She fell asleep? He supposed it was just another form of her humanity. He loosened his grip slightly and began walking. Having an unconscious girl in his arms was a strangely pleasant experience. He walked to his home ((see background)). It was large, grand, and would doubtless impress her. He carried her up the dark staircase to the grand bedroom. He laid her in the canopied bed. Looking down, he noticed his clothes were stained and rumpled. He frowned. Making sure to shutter the windows and lock the door, he left the girl to her slumber and left in search of a less used outfit.

Dmytri was reading in the library when he heard the sounds of her awakening. He smiled, snapped the book shut and made his way to her room. He unlocked the door, locking it behind him. "The beauty awakens." He said, walking closer. "I hope we're in a better mood." He'd spent half the night waiting for a taste of her. Fearful or comfortable, awake or asleep, he was getting it.

He frowned, but his pace didn't slow as he walked closer. He put his hands against the wall on either side of her head. "I'm glad." He said, smiling. He could practically feel her pulse. He leaned in closer, his eyes eager. "Stay calm." He said, his voice gentle. "The more you fight, the more it hurts." Struggle, and it was like being stabbed. Struggle less, and it was like a pinprick. He wondered what it would be like if the victim actually wanted it. Hm...that was something to think about.

She wasn't going to fight him. At least she'd learned that much. He leaned forward, letting his nose glide along the bottom of her jaw. Key points in their bodies were touching. He kissed the place beneath her ear. Now that the moment was finally at hand, he didn't mind drawing it out. His lips glided down her neck. His hands found her shoulders, then slowly slid down her arms. He could feel her pulse against his lips. He kissed her neck again, before sinking his fangs into her neck. He was immediately rewarded with a warm, delicious substance filling his mouth.