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"Hybrid's huh?," he asked while relaxing at her touch. She had seemed to know well on what she was doing, but his skin slightly tingled at the light kisses on his shoulders, the nibbling making his body crave more of this fanciful desire, which was sort of hard on his own dilemma.

To stop before he made a very bad move.

"It's good that the Hunters are after them, the less abominations we have, the less crime. Don't misunderstand, I'm not becoming no hero or police, not to mention Hunters were lousy at doing things rather orderly, they're corrupt no matter if they are on the side of good," he stated before resting his eyes.

"Those hybrids don't deserve to live. They've murdered countless innocent people all for the sake of their own survival. Unlike vampires, they're actually dumber than the rest. I pity them because that is what happened, but none the less, they should have used their brains a bit more."

Of course, this sounded cruel and harsh coming from him, but he was right. Over countless years, anything crossbred between vampires or anything else, turned into a monstrosity that had to be destroyed. Their own pain was harsher than any, why should they continue on?
Champagne's ministrations continued on Roy's back, moving all the way down to the hem of his pants and she slowly worked her way back up, continuing to knead his flesh, feeling its warmth beneath her fingers.

She felt him tense and smiled thinking that it was a pleasure response to her touch and attention. She leaned down so that her moth was only inches from his ear, "They are monsters....I'm glad that we're getting rid of them....I am not a hatchling and still I have not needed to be a murderer....I could not imagine it especially when the ones I care for most are human....."

With that she nibbled at his earlobe playfully her fangs scraping against his skin before she moved back to his neck. Champagne moved off of Roy only to flip him on his back before he had a chance to react. She was back on her knees straddling his hips and she smiled down at him before winking.

"Vampires like myself are a noble breed...those of us that are old enough find peace and love and settle down....they will not have the chance for they were made to kill...."

She decided to get rid of this depressed mood by taking her claw like nails, running them down Roy's chest, ripping his shirt as she goes. It's left in shreds as she pushes it away from his chest to lean down and she began at his neck licking and nibbling as her fangs ran along his skin.
Roy bit back a moan while his eyes were closed only to suddenly see the monster that had attacked him when he was a child appear in his mind, causing his eyes to snap open.

With sudden surprise, he gripped her arms and pushed her away, still hanging onto her as he sat up only to cry out as his scar responded to it, his back starting to bleed in the form of a large jagged scar that seemed to show through, the blood being slowed as it clung to his tanktop.

Champagne was suddenly confused when she was pushed away, after just hearing a bit of a moan even as he tried to keep it from escaping his lips. She watched him with wild eyes as he clung to her, his grip like steel cables on her arms and she watched him with worry and fear.

The smell of blood filled the air and she cried then for she knew she had caused this to happen.

Roy's grip loosened after seeing her tears before holding her close.

"Don't...," he said, his voice in a light whisper. "It's not your fault.. Don't cry.."

He rested his head on her shoulder while he rested his eyes. The blood on his back seemed to move back, as if time was rewinding and disappeared as if it were never there to start, but the mark was still the same.

"No matter...how mad I've become....please don't leave me," he murmured.

Champagne wrapped her arms around him and held him close, "I will never leave you....never....."

She fought away the tears, her skin now stained a crimson red as she looks down at him. Her voice was weak and strained, "I was just trying to distract you...take your mind off things...make you feel good...take care of you for once...You have to know that...."

She sighs and clings to him, tears still streaking her face with trails of crimson.

"I know..it's me that keeps falling..it's not you," he said before his hands moved to grip her face gently and just as gently, did he kiss her red tears.

The blood tasted sweet on his lips, but at the same time..bitter due to the tears that they were.

Champagne sighed and watched him carefully. The touch of his lips on her skin was soft and so sweet.

"Don't think....just feel...let all other things slip away....It's just you and me...."

Champagne gently laid him on the bed and smiled down at him as she curled up at his side. The tears disappeared and she ran her hand along his naked chest and smiled softly, "Tell me you do not like my touch....Tell me you don't want me as I want you......"

There wasn't reason, there wasn't any time for decision nor was there anything that would make him doubt nonetheless..

"I won't let you be in that life you've had before again.. That isn't what you are meant to become while in my service."

She stared at him with wounded eyes and sighed, "I'm not doing this because of what I've done in the past....Can't you see that I'm trying to love you...show you that I do...."

With that she bit back a sob before squirming out of his grasp and climbing off the bed, going to her trunks and grabbing the original night gown she had been told to wear. Champagne disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, sinking down to the floor with her back pressed against it. She began to cry as she never had.

She had never felt this way and had never been hurt before. This was the first time she had felt real emotion and she didn't like the way it felt.

Roy watched her go before sighing, getting up to grab a new dress shirt before putting on his coat, not the same as he had on earlier when leaving, but the one he often wore to blend in with society. He moved over to the desk, picking up a sheet of paper and wrote a note, only to leave quietly as he came.

As he headed downstairs, his mind was in a deep thick fog of thoughts.

It wasn't that I was refusing it.. I know how it is you feel, but we'll let it alone.., he thought mostly to himself before heading out, only to head towards the bar a few blocks down.

He needed to relax, keep his mind out from what he had done, to not worry about a thing and the only way he knew how:

Was to gamble.