"I feel like a Monster" (Open)

[Easton Knight]

It was as if every fiber in his body was shaking. What was he doing? Easton’s mind was reeling…what had he done? Easton wiped his face with his hands…his face was wet. Sweat? A little…blood? Yes…his stomach turned as he looked down at his hands. It was starting to dry. This wasn’t good. Not at all. He had been doing so well. Things had been going so great…he gripped the edge of the bathroom sink. How had this happened?…Easton ran water into the sink of the gas station bathroom and splashed his face. The blood had to come off. A bit of frantically scrubbing later and it seemed as if he had gotten most of it off. How had he let this happen? Easton closed his eyes as he leaned against the tile wall of the bathroom.

Connor. It was always him wasn’t it?…well maybe not. Easton had agreed to go out that night with him, with pure intentions of just keeping an eye on his bother and not getting into any trouble. That never happened though did it…nope. It was if a cloud of chaos always followed his brother around. He just had to but in…to get between Connor and a human girl. Of course the girl didn’t mind…but Connor was another story. Even when Connor took a swing at him in the club, Easton was able to keep his cool. Instead of fighting there in the midst of all the humans and some other fledglings, he pushed his brother out of the club and into one of the joining alley ways. A good ol’ knock got drag out fight ensued. Fighting with his brother was nothing new. It seemed like lately that’s all that happened between them. The Darkness had changed Connor…Easton knew it. He wasn’t the same person anymore…maybe…hell he didn’t know. Easton didn’t want to give up on him, but what if he was a lost cause? Was he just being brought down with Connor?

After he had walked away from his brother in the alley, Easton stumbled upon a man robbing a chick out behind the club. It was too much…to much for one night. The anger was already pumping through him like nothing else, so it didn’t take much to set him off. The girl got her things back and the robber got a good beating. He knew it was wrong to beat on a human that he didn’t even know. The girl’s tugging on his arm and pleas to get him to stop where the only things that kept him from not killing the man with his own hands. He pulled his hooded sweat shirt hood up and got the hell out of there. A gas station a few blocks away proved to be good enough refuge. At fist it was all a blur everything that happened…his hands started to ache. The knot in his stomach threatened to make him throw up. He felt like he had just doomed himself. Raine. What would she think of him? Surely she would think he was a monster.

He couldn’t stay in this gas station all night…he would be stuck there if the sun started to rise. He needed to get back and shower…and avoid as many fledglings as he could while on the way back. Easton looked himself in the mirror for a moment. Connor had landed a few good hits…it looked like he would end up with a black eye, a few other places bled a little, and his bottom lip was busted. The cold water felt good as he washed his face again. His hoodie was a mess…so he turned it inside out. The blood stains were less noticeable that way. Once last long look in the mirror, Easton growled and punched the mirror causing it to shatter. “Fuck!” now that was a dumb idea…a few shards of mirror were now stuck down in his flesh. Screw it. Just screw it all. Easton pulled his hands up and into his sleeves, pulled his hood up and pushed out of the bathroom and into the night.

His steps took him as quickly as possible back to the house of night. He kept to the shadows and back ways. There was nothing more that he wanted then to just get back to his dorm with out being seen. The shaking hadn’t stopped yet….it was like he couldn’t control it. Everything that had just happened kept playing in his mind like a film strip. His hand was beginning to throb and the end of his sleeve was becoming wet with his own blood, he wouldn’t be doing any ink any time soon. What a dumb fucking idea tonight was. Why could he just have texted Raine and curled up with her for a while? He slipped through the front gates and started to make his way to the dorms…why did they have to be so far away?

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Muse: Not too bad…a little all over the place
Outfit : ~*~ Outfit ~*~
Notes: natm

[Raine Ashera]

Dancing was Raine’s life. It was all she ever seemed to do, and in all honesty, that was perfectly fine with Raine. Dancing was the only thing she had ever wanted to do before, it had quite seriously saved her life after all. If it wasn’t for Raine’s serious need to dance, she doubted that she would have wanted to live anymore after her mother and sister’s death. Instead, it had given her something to move towards. She had honored her sister’s words and taken to living again, living in her sister’s name in fact, and living life to the fullest to make up for the fact that she had lost said sister. But being able to move so gracefully…it was enough to push her forward, it always was no matter what happened to her.

It was dark when Raine left the dance studio. She was dressed in nothing more then a light grey tank that fluttered in the cool breeze that made her close her eyes and baggy sweats. Her dancing tights were on under the sweats to give her an extra layer, but honestly she should have been wearing more, it was winter and all. Her leather jacket was slung over her arm, it was too hot to wear it right now. Well, okay, she was too hot. Dancing for three hours straight could do that to a girl. She reveled in her new endurance as a fledgling as well as her lovely affinity that she thanked Nyx for once more. Even with Kalona in control, Raine couldn’t help but thank the goddess that had given her chance to start over. As soon as Raine made the change, there was no doubt in her mind that she would take the dance world by storm, she thought with a smile. But for now...she had been away from the House for as long as she was allowed. She hadn't felt the weakness or the rejection of the change just yet, but she had heard scary things.

Besides, she had not one, but two reasons to go back to the house now. She smiled at that though. She kinda more than adored Easton, it wasn’t hard to see that she was enjoying life a lot more now, not that Raine didn’t always seem happy either way!

Her black ballet flats padded with a soft tap as she made her way down the street. She felt like she could walk for hours, reveling in the cold night that was before her. Instead of being exhausted by dance, her muscles felt like they could go on for hours upon hours more. She knew this was because of being a fledgling, she loved the extra endurance she gained. She smiled as she walked, her slightly wavey blonde hair that revealed no hints of the black underneath unless she put it up, bounced as she walked along. Her bangs fell in her right eye, but she didn't brush it aside. It was still early enough that humans were still out, boys cat-calling as she made her way down, unaware of her status as a fledgling, or perhaps because of it, because her mark was covered as it must be when she went out. Usually she’d wink and wave at boys, but she didn’t even notice this time, her mind was on other things as she walked.

Dimly she knew she must get back for classes, but it was so nice out here. So quaint compared to New York City where she had grown up. She adored it. She was stopped short by the local high school. "Thomas Edison Preparatory High School" it proclaimed. Raine couldn't help but smile. What was it like to goo here? She wondered. She had gone to a fancy prep school, with all the other Blue Bloods she had practically grown up with...this school seemed so foreign to her! But so intriguing. She took a step closer...just wanting to see a little more...just a glimpse... She had never gotten to be a normal teenager. Go to a school with no uniform, where you didn't know the family history of every class mate...where no one was secretly hopping you would fail... She was almost lost in this fantasy when she heard a footstep behind her. Whirling around, almost panicked she looked for the source. "Who's there?!" she called into the night.

She frowned when no one answered, but it had been enough to freak her out a bit. Okay, time to get back to the House. As much as she wanted to daydream about being a normal child, it was time to get back. She knew that, as much as the dizzies from being away from the House was telling her that as well. She shivered a little in the cold air and slung her leather jacket, her mother’s so it was big on her and oh so warm, to chase out the chill as she turned for the House and started jogging to get back there. She was still freaked out and panicky because she had heard footsteps behind her. It made her a bit careless, but not clumsy, no, Raine could never be clumsy.

She knew all about the secret entrance in the East Wall, and often made use of it when she was too lazy to deal with the guards. It was such a hassle to get back into the House some days! And she even had a note that said she was allowed to leave every night! Silly fricken guards never let her in without a hassle. She didn’t want that tonight, no, tonight she was a little freaked out by her silent stalker and wanted to get back into the House as soon as was possible. She used to be kinda fearless at the night time, it was hard to rattle her. But certain events in New York had managed to make her a little more caustious of what people could do in the night, especially males much bigger than her.

She slipped into the hole in the east wall, and then swore when a sharp pain in her hand made her wince. She had been so focused on getting through, she hadn’t been paying attention. And now she had slit open her palm on a sharp piece of brick. She got through to the other side and examined the hand before figuring it would heal soon enough and the blood was more for show then anything else. She clenched her hand around the wound and forgot about it pretty easily, it wasn’t important, her mind had dubbed it obsolete, it wasn’t enough to kill her, just enough to cover her hand in blood for a little bit, til she got back to her room to wash it off which would be soon enough, right? Right!

And that was when she saw a person, a boy, with his hood up. Usually she’d keep walking and not say anything, but he had blood on his sleeve! It was enough to get her attention. Well, enough for it to get her attention long enough for her to realize who exactly this boy was. Her eyes went wide as she noticed and she ran over, stopping a breath away, not sure whether she should glomp him like she wanted to because she was worried or hang back a bit cause he was hurt and she didn’t know why. It was a confusing feeling but either way her eyes were wide and kept darting from his face to his arm. ”Easton? You’re hurt…what happened…?” she asked, attempting to keep worry out of her voice but utterly failing because, well, isn’t it normal to be worried when you see someone with blood on their sweatshirt? Especially when it was someone you cared about!

She frowned a little, a tiny one but a worried one before she bit her lip a little, unsure what to do. He was shaking and bleeding, what was she supposed to do?


Words: 1334, epic
Muse: Epic
CommentS: Sorry the end fails -_-

[Easton Knight]

He had been concentrating on getting back to the House, that he almost didn’t see the figure ahead of him. FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Easton tried to back step a few and leaned up against the brick and rot iron fence of the school, hiding behind a brick pillar. Immediately he knew her voice. He was doomed, utterly doomed…this wouldn’t be good. He could feel his stomach about to turn itself in side out and he swallowed hard to keep it all down. The worst part was the shear fear the spiked him in the chest. Easton wasn’t afraid of much. Having seen a lot of bad things and having done a lot of bad things, it took a lot to scare him. Funny how just the sound of her voice ringing clear through the night air was what shook him the worst. He took a few shakey breaths and tired to rationalize. He could stand here and wait to see if she left and take another direction to the House, but he was feeling the effects of being gone so long already…or he could bite the fucking bullet and step out of the shadow, meet his doom. A silver of hope deep inside told him that maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t freak? Maybe?

Who was he kidding? he just knocked the shit out of a human. He looked like hell, was felling a bit on edge, and he was bleeding in more then just one place. Also he couldn’t have her doubling back and finding him hiding like a coward. Either way he was screwed. He waited a moment more and listened as her foot steps took her father away from him. A sigh of relief slipped over his tender lips. It took him a few counts to three before he pushed off the bricks and quickly made his way down a short cut. With any luck he would make it back to the House before her. All he needed to do was make it through the East Wall before her. Easton survived the area before slipping the hole. It made his nerves settle a little to know that he had gotten their and she wasn’t any where in sight, but the sigh of relief was cut short as he looked over his shoulder and saw her just appearing through the hole herself. He started to pick up the pace but it was too late. She had seen him AND knew it was him.

Easton turned to face her, the pain in his stomach making him want to double over and hurl all over the ground. She was rushing towards him with concern written all over her face. Shit. Fucking shit. His body felt like it was going to fall apart at all his joints with the shaking that wouldn’t stop. Easton unfisted his hands and held them up a little, taking a step or two back from her. He swallowed hard and tried to clear his throat, it was no use his voice came out all rough and scratchy anyway. “Raine…I…I…” His mind screamed at him that this was not good, not at all. This was bad so fucking bad. He tired to speak again, his sleeves that were stretched the hell out, sliding down his arms, leaving his battered and bloody hands out in the open. “I am…fine….I’ll be fine…” For a split second he wanted to spill his guts to her right there…but his mouth just wouldn’t work, or his brain for that matter, it was still on shock mode.

Her face, it killed him to see her delicate features worried about him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to be on a better track. Doing good. Following nyx’s rules and all that. Repenting and all that. He wasn’t supposed to be out fighting, beating up a human and then probably breaking this girls heart…this girl?…not more like his girl…he had been having trouble admitting to himself that he was entirely smitten with her…but in this instant, when it scared him that he might lose it all was the instant that he realized that it was true. He let his hands drop and took a weary step toward her. His voice managed to come out only a tiny bit smoother. “I punched a mirror…” he glanced down at his openly bleeding hand and then back at her. “I’ll…just wrap it.” He shrugged and then winced at the motion, muscles already starting to ache. As much as he beat up on his brother, Connor managed to give him a bit of a beating right back…Easton only won because of his bulk from spending time in the gym. The human landed a few good punches as well…He closed his eyes at the thought, the human girls pleas and screams echoing in the back of his mind.

His body was screaming at him to back away and go back to him dorm, while his heart was breaking just to wrap his arms around Raine. He just opened his eyes and looked at her from the shadow of his hoodie, because his feet refused to budge. “You look…tired. You should go back to the dorm for the night.” ok…he was fishing trying to change the subject, because she didn’t look like she as that worn out…she had been dancing, he knew that by her attire, she most likely was still on an energy high from it all, just like he got from lifting weights or going for a run. He should have stayed home…

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Muse: Awesome
Outfit : ~*~ Outfit ~*~
Notes: I didn’t proof read it…lol…hope it’s not total suckage.

[Raine Ashera]

Raine felt nervous fluttering all in her entire core. She was so worried it almost had her shaking. Raine was a delicate type of girl, essencially, more like a flower than a fighter, a butterfly not a bee. She was strong physically, but that came entirely from her dancing. And she had been through a lot in her life, but it took her a while to deal with each blow and be confident again like she was right now. Once she reached an equilibrium she was fine, it was as if nothing bothered her. But when faced with something head on like this…she tended to flutter a bit, for lack of a better term. She didn’t always know what to do but she wanted to help! Oh good goddess above she wanted to help so badly right now, but she wasn’t sure how to. He turned towards her, his face all hidden behind his hood, and she knew the worry only became more apparent on her face. She didn’t know what to do but he seemed more hurt than she had first figured and that only made the worry worse.

Especially when he stepped back from her. Well of course he did, she was just sitting here being a nervous wreck about she didn’t even know what. Of course he’d want to step back away from her when she was being this…spazzy, this worried. It was too much and she knew it but she couldn’t help it. She bit her lip again, even still. She didn’t like when people stepped away from her, it made her even more nervous that she was doing the wrong thing, even more likely to do something wrong or run or…something. She wasn’t sure what. Her eyes were flitting around, taking in his appearance, taking in him and how he seemed so hurt…and she didn’t even know why. That was what worried her most, really. She wasn’t used to caring for someone so much. He spoke, his voice all harsh and unclear and that so did not help her either. He said he’d be fine…but then she saw his hands and she gasped softly, her eyes darting there.


She wanted to dart forward, to look him over and do something right for once in a situation like this. She wanted to help, but she kept thinking about how he had stepped back, he didn’t want her help, that was what that told her. But then he stepped forward again, a small one but it was enough for her to stop being frozen where she was and walk forward, closer to him. Being closer to him…was something she liked very much so. More than she was ready to admit just yet. Because when Raine let people close, they disappeared or they died and Raine didn’t want that with Easton, so she was purposely trying not to get too close just yet. She needed to take her time with that. Either way, she reached out to take his arm carefully. All thoughts of the slight pain in her own hand gone, she wasn’t even thinking about it because it just wasn’t important right then, there were more important things going on and she could take a little pain. She needed to see what he did to himself. He said he punched a mirror and her worry deepened, clear in the little frown on her face now that she had stopped biting her lip. She raised the hand gently so she could see, and she saw the mirror shards still in his hand. ”Why?” she asked softly.

He said he’d wrap it but she shook her head. ”Here…let me…” she said gently, she felt like she couldn’t speak too loud. From time to time when her wounds from the crash were healing, and she had been too stubborn to keep the wrappings on them, she had had to wrap them back up herself, so she knew what she was doing. Delicately, with her tiny hands, she started to pull the shards out, trying so hard not to be rough or hurt him as she did, but those couldn’t stay in there! ”Sorry” she said with a little frown after she had managed to get one out. Stubborn little things….but Raine was more stubborn, it was just how she was.

She looked up at him, trying to see his face under the shadow of his hood. He was looking back at her from what she could see, and the stubborn was out in Raine’s face, along with the worry…and a bit of fear. What he said made it sound like he wanted her gone…like he wanted her to go. Because she knew she was far from tired, she could go on dancing for another hour or two if she wanted to. So…did he just want her gone? It took her a moment to reply, fear warring with the stubborn. But she took a deep breath, and then she did. ”I’m fine, but I think you’re the one who should go lie down, love” she said softly, unsure if that was the right answer. Should she had said something else? Was that too pushy? If he wanted her gone should she just go than and try to see him later if he actually wanted to see her? She couldn’t help being slightly insecure about this. She had never liked someone as much as she truly liked and was falling for Easton.

Which was why she intended to stay while he was hurt.

And which was also why she reached down to tear a strip of clothe from her grey tank top, not caring much about ripping it when she had a million. Raine wasn’t much of a material girl, only certain things were special to her, like her jacket and certain other things that had belonged to her mother. But anyway, she ripped off a strip of the shirt, and took his hand in her other hand, and wrapped it as gently as she could, and frowned when it still bled. ”Maybe…you should get to the infirmary…you’re still bleeding…” she said, softly still, worry was all over her features again, erasing all stubborn and fear, worry was taking a full front seat right now.

[Easton Knight]

As sore as his body was he could almost feel the tension that he caused her. It killed him. It did. He felt like he had already messed up big time, that she should be upset with him…and yet she was still standing here. Easton tried not to flinch when she reached for his injured hand…instinct was telling him to pull it away and back away from her, but with feet planted there on the ground he was able to fight the urge to run and just stay put. He took a shaky breath and tried to relax himself as her delicate fingers pulled shards from his knuckles. The throbbing had become more of a numbing pain then anything and he held perfectly still while she tended to his hand. “It’s ok….Thank you.” his words came out a bit softer then before. His eyes barely left her face…trying to read her, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

He had regretted telling her she should go, because as soon as the words fell out of his mouth he could see the way it had hurt her. That was something he was trying so hard not to do. The soft words she spoke to him were like salve on his wounds. The shaking had calmed quite a bit and he took a steady breath, a smile barely showing on his mouth. “I should…Probably…” he wanted to say that he wanted to curl up with her for the rest of the night until the waking hours of the next dusk. To try and get lost in her arms so he could put the whole night behind him…to forget what had happened.

Easton managed to stand still and fought the urge to stop her from tearing her shirt. It wouldn’t do much good for him to protest. She would do it anyway and she might get the impression that he didn’t want her help at all…when the opposite was true. He wanted her always…in good and bad. She tied it around his hand and knuckles expertly….but the blood still seeped through the grey fabric anyway. “it’s ok…it’ll be fine…” Just the mention of the infirmary made him uneasy. He hated that place, he could feel the pit of his stomach rolling again, pitching and turning inside. “I…can’t go to the…the infirmary,” he swallowed hard, visions of his dead brother laying on a slab flashing through his mind…even his own death. Right there at his brother’s bedside. A cold chill slipped up his spine. “I can’t go there…” he repeated a little softer then before, more as if he was saying it to himself then to her.

With his other hand he softly brushed her bangs off her forehead and tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. All that he wanted to do was pull her against him and wrap his arms around her. Just to feel her against him, but he was filthy and he knew that he must not smell too great either. Fingers lingered against her skin for a moment before he pulled away. If felt wrong to touch her soft skin with his blood stained hands. “Can we go somewhere else?” Just being in the open in his current state, with her standing with him, made him very uneasy. “Except the…infirmary,” he stumbled over the word “any where…and I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to scare you.” It was the truth. He was hoping to get home and not run into a single soul, it would have given him time to clean up and take care of himself before the next time he would see her. It would have saved her from having to see him like this. A part of him wondered if it were a good thing that he ran into her? Maybe…

Easton shifted his weight back and forth from one foot to the other. He could feel the muscles quivering, having a harder time keeping him standing straight up. “We should go inside…” He fingered the hem of her grey shirt…it reminded him of what she wore the night he met her. It almost made him laugh to think that her clothes were always being torn because of him. “I promise, I’ll tell you what happened…but I…we” he corrected himself “need to get inside.” This was it, he needed to turn this night around…and maybe getting a hold of himself, getting cleaned up, explaining himself and just being with her would be a good start.

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Notes: the end is crappy…doesn’t matter where they go…*pictures shower scene to get him clean-* *chough* wha? LOL…

[Raine Ashera]

Even though the thought of leaving him, or him telling her she looked tired and should get some rest, even when she knew she didn’t, hurt her…she tried hard not to show it on her face. She knew it showed anyway but at least she had tried…right? She had took it as best she could and reversed it a little to say that he should probably be the one getting some rest which was true! He should! He was shaking and bleeding and…it nearly broke Raine’s heart to see him hurt. She cared about him way too much not to care! It was almost scary how much she cared about him already… Either way she nodded when he said he should. She worried too much probably, but she had lost too many people that she cared about, it was like a curse. It made her a little bit spazzy when someone she cared about was hurt…to say the least.

She was glad at least that he could acknowledge that he should rest. She had been worried he’d be stubborn about it instead. And then she felt horrible about his reaction to what she had said. Of course he wouldn’t want to go there! She always forgot he had been a red…it wasn’t some place they usually went to because of memories. She bit her lip a little again, not liking that something she had said had obviously upset him. She should be more careful about these things! The only issue was that Raine was never careful. She always said the first thing that would pop into her head with no consideration to how other people might react to the things she went off about! And now she had upset him with what she said. She frowned a little and stepped a bit closer out of reflex. She wanted to do something to make it better, to make him feel better. She just didn’t know what! ”Okay” she said, nodding and resisting the urge to reach out and touch him, not when she wasn’t sure if he wanted it or not. ”No Infirmary” she said, a bit louder than she had been speaking before, more definant.

Honestly, when he spoke next, she was just happy he had said we. It made her feel….wanted. Like she wasn’t just a bother or something that he didn’t want around. She closed her eyes briefly when he brushed her hair back, unconsciously leaning into his touch. She just hated when he pulled away…it was upsetting to her, so much so. But she understood why. ”Alright, I’d say my room but Seph would spaz…so yours? You should get cleaned up anyway…and you didn’t scare me” she added with a little smile up at him, just to make sure he knew that he hadn’t scared her at all. After what she had been through? Not a lot really scared her. Except Kalona, now that dude scared her enough that she had left this House of Night for months. But she was happy to be back. And with Easton. Who’d have thought she’d have ended up falling for someone with the feather mark? Not that she thought Easton actually supported him…she’d have to ask one of these days, but not now. Definantly not now. Can you say worst timing ever?

She leaned closer to him as he spoke, she just couldn’t help it! It was like….a flower bending towards the sun or something. She felt so changed since he had come into her life, but in a good way. She was still…afraid of commitment, but she had been better since knowing him, so much better. She wanted to commit to him so badly. But she wanted to make sure that he wanted it too. Of course. She liked that he had corrected himself to say we instead of I and nodded again. ”Then let’s get inside….and get rid of all this blood, kay?” she said slightly hesitantly. She didn’t want to take control when it came to something like this, but she wasn’t sure what else to do! Raine was a little turned around by this.

People she cared for always seemed to get hurt. It was like she was cursed or something. She was glad he’d tell her what happened…because she wanted to know. But she wouldn’t push. She usually pushed but she was trying to hold herself back this time, for once. He didn’t need her pushing all the time, or her weird impulses that pushed her to do stupid things and say stupid things. But then again, it had been her weird impulses that had gotten them here, hadn’t it? If she hadn’t followed her instinct or impulse or whatever…would they ever have kissed? She didn’t know.

Either way, she leaned up to kiss his cheek, unable to resist doing so because she had wanted to for a while actually, before pulling back a little. She started to walk backwards, towards the dorms. Mostly because she really, really just didn’t want to turn her back. She was afraid that if she stopped looking at him, he’d collapse or…disappear…or something. Or be even worse in the hurt department. Someone being hurt made Raine a bit paranoid, obviously. But what else could she do! Look at her past history. Her mother and Sister were the only people she had loved for the longest time and now they were dead, due to the same accident that had scarred her for life. She didn’t want Easton to be the same victim of her weird curse, so she refused to stop looking at him, even though she was trying to whipe the worried look of her face. Though it was so not working. ”Ready to go?” she asked, tilting her head to the side a little bit.

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Comments: Eh...and ps my mind was going there too, ish alllll good haha
Muse: Epic

[Easton Knight]

A deep and steady breath filled his lungs as her soft lips touched his cheek. A warm tingling left on the surface when she leaned back. Easton hadn’t realized that he had closed his eyes, until she leaned away and he blinked them open. How much he just wanted to pull her into his arms and squeeze her, like he could somehow make all the events of the night melt away. “Sure…” his lips hinting at bit of a smile. She was walking backwards towards the boys dorm, and his feet almost with out even thinking started to move following her. It was kind of cute to him, the way she tilted her head. It made him really smile. Even the way her eyebrows furrowed up a little when she was worried.

The blood loss was minimal at first, but the constant bleeding from his hand had started to give him a bit of a shaky feeling. The feral feeling just creeping on the edge of his consciousness. It made him shudder a little, as he recalled the feelings from his red past. It was a time that he really wanted to forget just as much as all the things he did as a black along side his brother. But as his feet mindlessly took him forward he hooked his arm into hers, bringing her around to walk beside him. Even though she could probably walk backwards all over the place and not trip and fall, he would rather have her by his side. He didn’t talk much on the way into the dorm, through the hallways, up the stairs and into his room. It was like elevator edict to him…it was weird thing with him. Get in. Get out. Not much talking in between.

Easton unlocked his door with his good hand and pushed it open, allowing her to walk in first. Luckily it was empty. Connor’s things still occupied half the room, but Easton was working on getting his dorm changed to a single occupant instead of sharing with his brother. When he closed and locked the door behind him, he leaned against it for a moment to get his thoughts together. Instantly his eyes found her and he held out his hands to her. “Come here…” He reached to her hands and pulled her to him. Ok he was a little smelly and dirty, but the blood had dried and he just really needed her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, breathing in her sweet smell. He would have stayed just like that forever, if it weren’t for the pain in his hand, the weakness creeping into his legs and the much needed shower to get him cleaned up.

With her so close there was another scent that he noticed. Gently he relaxed his hug of her and looked down at her. “You…” Easton moved out from in between the door and her, sliding to the side and backing up just a step to get a better look at her. “Are you bleeding?” at first it came out as a question “You are bleeding…” he knew his nose hadn’t mistaken him. His eyes searched her clearly with some worry. He could have just lost a limb and as long as she was ok then he would be ok. Not to mention it made the feral side of him stir in the back of his mind. It didn’t bother him, he knew that not matter what he couldn’t hurt her. Not in a million years. Gently his hands touched her shoulders sliding down her arms, finger tips grazing her smooth skin. Easton turned her hands palm up. The cut on her palm clearly visible. “What happened?” concern laced his words. The smell danced under his nose and he stepped close to her, their bodies barely touching. The pounding in his heart could be heard in his ears, as he lifted her hand to his lips. A gentle kiss pressed against the injury on her hand. It was like the most intoxicating smell he had ever come across. It made his mouth water and he kissed her hand one more time before bringing her hand down to rest on his chest. He pulled her tight against him and took her mouth with his. It held enough passion for him to almost forget he was filthy and still bleeding. Since the moment he saw her he had been trying to hold back his hunger for her…but the scent of her…and her blood made it hard not to give in.

The dizziness was the only thing that made him release her. Easton closed his eyes for a second, trying to keep from following over. Ok he needed to get clean and lay the fuck down, he didn’t want to fall…or more importantly hurt her if he did. “I think…I need a shower…”

Words: 821
Muse: ok…sorta all over the freaking place.
Outfit : ~*~ Outfit ~*~
Notes: eh…sorry it jumped all over…my cat is chewing on my pants.

[Raine Ashera]

Raine slid into his room when he opened the door and seemed to pause to let her go in first. He was hurt and he was still acting like a gentleman? If Raine had been her normal bubbly self and not her currently way too worried one, she would have giggled at that. But as it was…she was too worried. It was funny in a way how they always seemed to end up in his room. Well, twice, but twice out of two times? It still meant always didn’t it? It did to her either way. She supposed this was better anyway. Raine’s half of the room she shared with Sephora actually looked like a bomb went off in it. Raine was so bad at keeping her stuff neat. She preferred a mess. Why? Because she stuck to a certain saying. She had no idea where she had heard it but it had stuck with her her whole life. A messy room means a creative mind. It made sense to her….but now she was going off on weird tangents in her head and it really wasn’t necessary…

No one else seemed to be in the room, just like last time. It made her wonder if anyone actually lived on the other half of Easton’s room, even if he had said that his brother did. The other boy just never seemed to be there, which made Raine far too curious for her own good. Not that she’d ever do anything about it of course. She was turned towards him again either way. Bad habit she was developing…the need to make sure he didn’t collapse on her. At least that one was a very real fear.

She heard come here and without a second thought, she took his hands and let him pull her to him, easily leaning against him and wrapping her arms around him. She was pretty positive she was all gross and sweaty from her dance rehearsal, but it didn’t even occur to her to be freaking out about that. Raine was a dancer, these things happened. She rarely bothered about it. Although, maybe if he hadn’t been hurt she would have been. Hard to tell with Raine, she never seemed to settle on anything, even an emotion, for too long before sliding into another. Either way…it felt a hell of a lot better to be holding on to him and held by him. It loosened that knot in her chest at seeing him hurt considerably. She would have happily never moved. It was funny, considering Raine always wanted to move. What was going on with her lately?

He pulled away from her though with a question. And she gave him a questioning look right back until he finished his sentence. She was bleeding? Right! She was. She had been so focused on helping him and the fact that he was hurt to really be paying attention to herself right then. She nodded a bit. She had forgotten about the slash from the brick across her palm. It would heal in moments and she was surprised that it was still bleeding at all, if it was. She doubted it was much if any. She shivered lightly as his hands slid down her arms, unable to help the involuntary movement, and then watched as he took hold of her hand. He asked what had happened and she shrugged a little before answering. ”I was a little bit freaked coming back in to the House tonight, caught my hand on a bit of brick, no big” she said with a little smile, because it was such a little thing. He seemed so concerned, but shouldn’t he be the one they were conscerned about here? He was the one who had punched a mirror apparently and gotten it on his sweatshirt. She was fine with her little graze.

Even still, she held still when he kissed her hand once, twice. She would wait until he relaxed or…something. She wasn’t entirely sure. She just knew…that she wasn’t going to pull her hand away, mostly because she wasn’t going to pull away from him. That went against every impulse and instinct she had! She managed a little squeek of surprise—but definantly not protest—when he pulled her up against him once more, but this time he kissed her. And she kissed him back…of course. How could she not? She easily got caught up in the passion she felt from him and doubled it with her own, eagerly kissing him back until he pulled away.

She blinked for a second.

Until she looked over at him and saw him fighting with…dizzies she assumed? Well of course! He had lost a lot of blood…hadn’t he? She couldn’t believe that for a second there, she had gotten caught up and forgotten, only for a moment but still! What type of girl was she to forget that for even a second? A ditzy one. That was what. She had to work on that. He said he needed a shower and she nodded. ”Are you sure you won’t fall over in the shower? I mean you look a little dizzy and you did lose a lot of blood and maybe you should lie down or…Eat something with sugar? Maybe? I heard that’s good when you lose a lot of blood but I don’t know. Either way, I’d be freaking out the whole time you were gone, thinking you passed out in there and—“ And then Raine’s cheeks colored a soft pink. She had babbled. Again. Of course she had. Why did she always babble? It happened when she got nervous. She was such a babbler going on and on…

She was still freaking a bit though, worried about the loss of blood. She didn’t know what to do. And then she realized that, beyond the feather mark, she had no idea what type of fledgling Easton was. I mean…if he was a red before he needed blood. Or…wait didn’t blues use that too? Raine had never gotten hurt enough with her grace to find out. The last time she had been hurt that bad she had still been human. She was biting her lip again softly, a nervous and worried habit. She wasn’t sure what to do…

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Comments: -coughs- I know she mentions him being formerly red earlier, but I'm pretty positive she doesnt know what type of fledge he was before being blue? May be wrong -_- ignore my failish self
Muse: Epic

[Easton Knight]

Easton just smiled, as pale as he was he should have been feeling like utter shit, but having her close made him just feel better even if he didn’t look like it. He listened to her babbling on and on. The sound of her voice was wonderful, the way she just went babbling made him almost laugh. Sugar? She was funny…or just a little naive…he forgot that they were quite a bit different. He couldn’t picture her ever hurting anyone, even if she tried, and yet he had killed before. They were Day and Night…but he loved her none the less. Was that right? He loved her? Yes…he did. It had to what it was, that feeling she gave him. Here he was going over his feelings for her and she was looking at him for what he wanted to do…

He couldn’t help the little smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips. “If you would like to supervise…I won’t argue.” Easton back stepped towards the bathroom and tugged her along with him. The bathroom door was already ajar and he pushed it open with his foot, continuing to walk backwards. Tugging Raine along with him, they made it into the bathroom and he shut the door behind them. Until then he had left the hood of his sweatshirt up. At first it was because he was ashamed to show her his face, because she looked scared and worried. After kissing her and her soft soothing words…the fear and shame seemed to have melted away, so after letting her hands go, Easton tugged his sweat shirt and the black shirt underneath if off and tossed it on the floor. Black eye, busted lip, a bruse here and there, all now out in the open.

Easily he reached back and flicked the knob to run the hot water in the shower. Purposely he didn’t turn it on as hot as he normally would. He needed a slightly cold shower…his hunger for her was getting to him. Playfully he tugged at her large grey shirt, funny how last time she seemed to be wearing almost the same thing. “You could join me, I promise I won’t hog the water…” Easton had honestly never shared a shower with any girl he had ever met, but it seemed like it could be fun…and hot. Not that he should be thinking of these things at the moment. He should be worried about other things…like not passing out on her or something like that. It sort of came a went…but getting dizzy at the wrong moment didn’t sound like a good plan.

He would need blood at some point. It was something he just couldn’t avoid. It was the easiest way to keep him from slipping into any feral mode. That was something he really wanted to avoid. Those days in the tunnels and night prowling the street finding people to drink. That was something he didn’t want to ever do again. Darkness was an evil thing that made him do things that he never ever would do again. Sugar…oh how sweet she already was. Poor thing only knew her own human pain from the past. Maybe he could talk her into sneaking in to get him some? No…he wouldn’t want her to do that….the memory of her sweet blood and he mentally shook himself trying to stop is internal babble and get back to getting cleaned up.

Nimbly his good hand worked at the button on his jeans. His blue eyes held a little bit of a playful spark and were more strikingly then normal against his currently pale completion. The dark jeans dropped to his ankles and he tried to kick them off, almost losing his balance in the process. Unfortunately he caught himself against the sink with his bleeding hand. “Gah…” He pulled in a sharp breath through his teeth. Hugging his hand against himself for a moment. “That wasn’t the greatest idea…” so much him trying to be smooth, a little bit of a laugh came from him. He glanced down at his hand. “Looks like the bleeding has slowed down.” It was only a little but it was something, he was trying to ease up her worrying a little. “I don’t exactly have your perfect grace.” he teased her lightly.

He dropped his boxer briefs and stepped backwards into the shower. The water hit him and he almost yelped. It was cold, way to fucking cold…quickly he adjusted the water to a more suitable temperature. It felt nice as it washed the start of the grime off. He waited for a moment, wondering if she would join him. She seemed like the adventurous type, always jumping into things…

Words: 789 eh…
Muse: ok.
Outfit : ~*~ Outfit ~*~
Notes: he is gonna nibble her…next post. After the shower…it will be epic and steamy.

[Raine Ashera]

Raine’s blush deepened ever so slightly when he said she could supervise. Well…it wasn’t like she was thinking innocent thoughts here! She never pushed down her thoughts, it was just the way she was. If she was going to think something, she’d think it. But every once in a while she would catch herself having very…sexual thoughts. And the thought of being in the shower with him…very nearly sent a full body shiver through her, nearly but not quite. Instead she felt the shiver race up her spine a bit. Showers…damn. Hot and steamy indeed. It made her giggle a little bit, especially when he started tugging her in that direction, even with his bloody and beaten hand. Which she had yet to figure out what had happened to said arm. Besides the mirror of course. But why? She would wait til he told her patiently. Er. Semi-patiently. Anyway, she shook her head with a grin when he tugged her into the bathroom. ”Supervise, huh? Seems like a job I could pull off” she teased lightly.

It was when he tugged off his sweatshirt, however, that her giggles dropped into a more concerned face. Out of impulse, what else when it came to Raine, she stepped forward to brush her hand across his cheek and look up at the bruising…the black eye…She wanted to ask what happened so badly. So badly. But she bit her tongue, quite literally when it came to Raine because there was no other real way to stop her motormouth, and then she reached up to kiss his cheek softly. She wouldn’t ask. She’d just wish she could. Very loudly. But then, him turning on the water, and tugging at her shirt, it entirely shocked her out of her thought process and made her laugh out loud once more. A tad bit flightly, a tad bit ditzy, that was Raine. But she cared so deeply about people…she loved so deeply if she allowed herself to. She just worried. A lot. She shook her head with another laugh. ”Well only if you promise” she teased. She had dropped her leather jacket earlier on a chair, she must have, other wise it would be on her shoulders like it always was. She knew she had to have. She would check on that later…because she knew she had it on when they got to his room.

She’d never lose that jacket.

The water though, her mind kept going back to the turned on shower. Now, Raine was no innocent flower, as giggly and bubbly as she appeared. She had done things…that most girls would tsk at the thought of. But hey, she was graceful. And flexible for that matter. Either way, she knew from personal experience…that showers were fun…and hot…and steamy…and just…yum.

Speaking of yum. He was taking off those pants of his, and she couldn’t have helped the way that her eyes dropped to the button he was currently nimbly undoing if she fricken tried. She blinked, letting her eyes blink back up to his face as if she hadn’t just looked down, no. But still…her eyes dipped down once more, this time taking in a bare chest…and the loss of his pants. Yummy. So…yummy. And it wasn’t just his physical appearance, no not really. Sometimes that was what drew Raine to a boy, she could admit this fully and without shame. The pretty ones usually wanted nothing to do with her anyway, her scarred self. She hated her darn scars, they always got in the way…they always dimmed her in other’s eyes. But not in Easton’s. No…he never seemed to look at her any different. Never seemed to want to push her away, even though she knew she could be incessant and annoying and babbling…He was a gentleman, a sweetheart if you asked her. And she didn’t know how she had managed to have a boy like him actually like her.

She didn’t know how he had managed to make her, Raine Ashera, settle down. She always used to say about herself: “I’m like a butterfly, pretty to see but hard to catch.” And it was always true. Until recently. Recently, yeah, she may notice a boy or two, she was still human and a teenage girl. But she never wanted to…do more than glance, if that. It was bizarre. What was more bizarre though? She liked it.

She was brought out of her own thoughts once more by him. Only this time, he made her yelp when he caught himself with his bad hand. Literally yelp. ”Careful! Pleassssse?” she finally managed with a little pout on her face, trying to recover from her, totally embarrassing, yelp. She wasn’t used to people falling, not with her affinity… ”That’s good” she said with a little nod towards him saying the bleeding had slowed down. And she gave her usual answer for whenever anyone complemented her dancing skills or her grace…”It’s just cause I have an affinity and I’ve been trained since I could walk to dance….nothing to boast about” she said with a little blush. She didn’t know how to deal with complements, never had and she usually did it just that. By shrugging it off or putting the praise somewhere else.

Well yum again! Her eyes totally followed him getting into the shower. Why? Because she was female and she wasn’t going to deny herself that, sorry. She giggled a bit and then blinked, coming out of her weird trance like thing of watching him go into the shower. Wow, creeper moment much? She really hoped he hadn’t notice her looking. Not that she meant it as anything other than a complement! She just couldn’t help it because then her mind drifted and thought about…Ugh. She was babbling. In her own head.

Raine easily slipped her tank top up over her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. She spared a moment to realize the scars on her arms had been fully bared for a while there…and she hadn’t noticed. Wow. Wow. That had never happened… Was it being with Easton? She wasn’t sure. Either way, she spared a moment to worry anyway…but he had already seen her scars. All her scars, she thought with a little smirk, her mind going back to the very first night they had met. That had been fun. Either way, her scars on her hips were covered, one with a shooting star and one with his own artwork. And she had been debating lately about covering more, but she wasn’t sure she wanted more ink. Two seemed a good number for her. Without a second thought she reached around to undo her bra easily and let it fall. Raine wasn’t all that shy about stuff like that, and he had seen it before.

She smirked a little at him either way before shedding the rest of her clothing, and stepping into the shower with him. She loved how close he was, how close they had to be in a space like that. How the water felt on her skin…how the water looked on his. It was…perfect. For that moment. She smiled up at him, a little bit of mischief in her eyes and a tease ready on her lips. ”So, is it just me…or do you have a plot for every time we meet to get me out of my clothes” she was just teasing, honestly. Because she honestly didn’t mind in the slightest.

Because it usually meant she got him outta his.

Words: 1252 (booyah)
Comments: Sorry its a tad spazzy
Muse: Good

[Easton Knight]

Easton relaxed under the hot water, the steam rising up all around him. It soothed his sore muscles and washed the dirt and grime off of him. He grabbed his black bath poofey thingy or whatever they called them. Girly or not, those things could work up an awesome lather. He squeezed some of his body wash on it, a couple of squeezes and he started to wash up-head to toe. The places on his face were tender but having the dried blood scrubbed off made them look less sever then before. The water also helped the dizziness that came and went by chasing away the darn right chill that had taken residence deep within him with the loss of so much blood. He was starting to feel a little more like himself…only weaker. His hair was easy to wash too….a good reason why he kept it short.

A good part of the bubbles had been washed down himself and into the drain, his eyes lingered on the bubbles as they swirled around and down. Then he saw her feet and he grinned, letting his eyes slowly move up her body. The steam rose up around her and her skin glistened. To him it was a beautiful sight. “It does seem like that doesn’t it?” He pulled her closer to him so he could trade her places, allowing her to take the warmth of the water. “but I swear one of theses days…we can do anything you want…clothed or unclothed.” He gazed down at her. “Your choice.” It was a little amusing to him how it did seam like every time they were together they were getting naked. It also sparked a bit of worry in him. He didn’t want her to think that was all he ever wanted. It wasn’t his fault they had such an awesome chemistry…

“C’mere…” A playful grin all over his slightly bruised face, he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. The scent of her danced under his nose making it momentarily hard for him to think of anything but her soft skin under his finger tips. Keeping her close with his left arm still around her waist, Easton allowed his right hand to gently trace a little pattern on her wrist and up her arm. Of course she had scars on her arms, waist and one of her legs, but honestly…they didn’t bother him. He had seen many different people in and out of tattoo parlors and things…her scars were just a part of her and he loved every inch of her inside and out. Smoothly he leaned in and placed soft kisses on her shoulders. Thoughts and images of things completely unrelated to getting clean or fixed up danced through his head. So he was still feeling a little dizzy, this didn’t stop his male side from overriding his brain.

Give in. yep. That was exactly what he was going to do…at least to one urge in his brain, the other…well he would figure that one out later if it got worse. Easton turned so that she could lean against the side of the shower, his lips never stopped as his kisses traveled south ward…down her arms, to her hips…his fingers and lips wouldn’t stop until she shivered with satisfaction. Nothing but the thought of making her happy occupied his thoughts right now. The events of the night were pushed away. The fighting. The blood. The anger. All gone. It was like that with her. She just had the ability to make him feel better…but most off all make him want to be better. Easton placed a few kisses on her inner thigh before trying to stand up very slowly.

Yes slowly was the key. So his vision was starting to go a little splotchy? That it would pass right? Just a steady breath or two…or three….ok or four. His eyes opened and he looked down at her. “Think we should get out?” he teased her, but his voice cracked a bit. Easton cleared his throat and cranked the water off. The warmth of the shower was going to be hard to leave, but he needed to sit down…and fast. There was an ache in the back of his throat and he knew all to well what the meant. Involuntarily he shuddered and tugged two towels off the hamper. Images of the tunnels and the dark times he spent there and out in the city crept on the edge of his consciousness. No. he didn’t want to think about those things…not while she was here. It would taint the pureness that he provided for him. Easton half assed dried off, wrapped a towel around his waist and sat down on the closed toilet.

“Do you…need another towel?” Silently he swore about his scratchy voice. The warmth of the shower was sort lived, Easton could feel the iciness creeping through him once again. He motioned for her to come to him with his hands…his shaking hands. “I’m cold…” Did his voice really sound so pathetic? He hoped not. All he wanted was her warm body pressed against his. His hands grasped for hers and pulled her onto his lap, immediately he snuggled as closely as he could to her, nuzzling his face in the bend of her neck. Easton pulled a deep claming breath in and closed his eyes…he felt like he was going to fall apart a that the seams at any moment…but the clean fresh scent of her sparked his hunger. “Raine….” he spoke softly against her skin. “I would…never hurt you.” his arms trembled around her. “I promise…” his lips barely touched her skin, his teeth grazing her without breaking her skin. The walls were down and he knew that she had to know how he felt. “I need you…I……” even though he stumbled on the words he tired to continue. “love….” He squeezed his eyes tighter shut keeping his face against her. “You…” There would be a redness to his usual blue eyes, he knew it and he didn’t want it to get in the way of what he was so desperately trying to say. “I could never hurt you….” his lips kissed her again. “If you don’t want me…to…I can..” it was getting too hard to concentrate on what he was trying to say. “I can…”

A spark of fear started deep within him. Did she want him like he wanted her? It was all out there now…

Words: 1083
Muse: Epic
Outfit: nothing but a towel baby!
Notes: omg…that’s all I can say.

[Raine Ashera]

Even though Raine was beyond worried about the boy she was currently in the shower with, it was hard to really pay attention when they were in said shower. I mean, really? It was hard for her to keep her jumbly, babbly thoughts together normally, but give her one hell of a yummy boy that she was falling for hard and fast? She found it hard to pay attention at all. In the back of her mind, she was beyond worried about him and would remain so until…well she probably would for a while. Remembering the way his sweatshirt looked all covered with his blood…the glass shards in his hand….it was enough to make someone like Raine worry for a good long time, and knowing her, she would. She was just that way…when it came to the people she loved. Because those people often disappeared or got hurt in her track record.

But a “c’mere” and a tug was enough to tug her right out of her worried thoughts and actually giggle out loud. She loved the way his arms felt around her waist…so perfect. Like they were meant to go there the same way it just fit when she leaned into him the exact same way she did moments later when he tugged her over. The warm water, the feeling of him against her, the kiss on her shoulder. She let her eyes drift closed for a moment and simply relaxed, or tried to as best she could. He was fine, he was right here and he wasn’t dying. Right? Right. She could relax a little, as long as he didn’t collapse out of the blue because then she would be freaking out. But for right now, she just wanted to be with him and try to stop worrying about him. Not going to happen most likely, but she could try at least.

Normally, Raine wouldn’t do this. Well, she had before, but usually it wigged her out to be bare in full view with her scars, it had sent boys running before. She would never get over that insecurity, would she? Or maybe she would…seeing as she wasn’t really thinking about it or worrying about it right then with Easton…how odd. Or maybe it was just that…he made her so relaxed, she didn’t think about it. He settled her jumbled self.

It was a miracle she’d never take for granted, ever.

But he turned them then, and she arched her eyebrows just a little bit at him, wondering what he was up to. But boy did she ever find out moments later. She hadn’t been leaning against the wall before, but she slightly needed to moments later when his kisses, and his touches made her forget she needed to stand on her own. She loved the way he made shivers race about her spine with just the simplest of touches. Her hands drifted to his shoulders as he got lower, a subconscious movement as much as the soft moan that floated from her lips was a subconscious sound. She didn’t notice it, and she wouldn’t have stopped it if she did. Raine wasn’t ashamed of stuff like that, it was natural and all that right? So why be ashamed?

Eyes flitted open, she hadn’t even realized she’d closed them, when he came back up, but she did notice the way he wavered a bit. She didn’t like that…he needed to sit, he was clean and now he needed to take care of the other need of his, and she knew it. She would have told him so too and pushed him out of the shower, but he seemed to have come to that conclusion before she did if what he said was any indication of that. But the way he spoke, the way his voice sounded, it made worry flit across her facial features all over again, because she worried about him, she worried about everyone she loved. It was just Raine’s way and if he didn’t like it he’d have to get used to it! She nodded a bit, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. ”Definantly, you need to sit” she said, her voice pretty stubborn when it came to that, as in, you sit or I’ll make you sit.

He grabbed two towels and she snagged one, just drying off her legs and body mostly, spacing on her arms and hair, before wrapping it about herself, not that she really felt the overwhelming need to cover up around this boy, it was more the need to not freeze! He asked if she needed another and she smiled and shook her head. ”My hair will be a curly mess whether I dry it or not, no need to dry it” she explained with one of her usual giggles, deciding not to comment about his voice even if it was currently worrying her terribly.

He said he was cold though, held out shaking hands, and she couldn’t not show the worry, not if she tried. It was written all over her face, but people always did tell Raine she was like an open book, not that she really was…but certain people got to see the open book. Immediately she reached out to take his hands, without a second thought, trying to steady them because she hated how they would shake like that. He tugged her onto his lap, and she didn’t mind being tugged, not at all….as long as no one…grabbed her, she was fine. Grabbing brought up bad memories, memories she didn’t want to relive. He nuzzled into her neck and she just tilted her head a little out of instinct, she wasn’t thinking about anything…not about biting, or the fact that he had lost blood and the natural reaction for fledglings was to take it, she was just focused on him and worried about him, she couldn’t help it.

At her name she blinked and came back to the real world, even if him right there against her neck was enough to distract the hell out of her. ”Hmmm?” she answered oh so elegantly when he said her name. He said he would never hurt her, but his teeth grazed her neck and another shudder raced up her spine when that happened, knocking her off course for a moment before she answered. ”I know” she replied with a bit of a question on the end of that sentence because she wasn’t sure why he was telling her this. She knew he’d never hurt her, if she thought this she wouldn’t be with him. She wasn’t into anything kinky and abusive, she preferred love personally, and lighter things. So why was he saying that?

The next sentence he stumbled through, but she heard it. Heard it loud and clear.

It floored her. She paused and for a moment there was absolutely no thought in her head. Was it bad that no one had said that to her since her mother and sister had died? Sephora said it all the time, but that was different. Someone had just said they loved her. No, not just someone. Easton. He had said he loved her. How could he know? Why would he want to love her? Was she lovable? She didn’t think so. She didn’t know how anyone could love her. She didn’t know at all…it was impossible wasn’t it? She thought it was. It had to be when her own father didn’t, right? And she had never been in a relationship before, but she knew the etiqute. She was supposed to say it back. If she felt it. Did she feel it? She did, she knew she did. But could she say it outloud? Could she put herself out in the open like that? It seemed like such a big step, such a bit commitment, could she really do that? She could right?

He spoke again but she totally missed it, because of the loud mental babbling that was currently taking over her brain. She loved him didn’t she? Then she should say it out loud. Of course she should say it out loud. She still didn’t get how he loved her, she wasn’t lovable. She didn’t think she was…but she had thought this already! She was going around in circles now…

She came back to the real world though, realizing she had entirely been in her own head for far too long there, she needed to speak or he’d think she didn’t want him. And dear Goddess nothing could be further from the truth, she wanted him so badly, all the time. She never even looked at other boys any more, which used to be her favorite pass time. ”I…I love you too, Easton” she said softly, refraining from saying her mental babble out loud.

Now she just hoped he really meant it. But he wouldn’t have said it otherwise. And she wouldn’t say it otherwise either. She loved him…and she could say it back….Right? Right.

Words: 1052
Comments: Haha I love her spaz
Muse: Epic

[Easton Knight]

Swallowing was hard, with the dry ache in the back of his throat. The trembling was effecting his entire body…he was trying so hard to fight it. Trying to keep his hold on her gentle enough not to bruise her delicate skin…he rested his forehead on her shoulder and kept his eyes closed. He wanted so much to lean back and look at her expression, to see if he could read what she was thinking…but he was on that edge and his eyes would give that away…and most of all he didn’t want to scare her. Raine’s words registered in his ears, but to him they sounded distant and soft….but he heard every word. A shiver wracked through his body and he snuggled close to her. The humidity from the shower hung in the room and clung to his chilly skin…it should have felt nice and still warm, but all he could feel was the ice that crept through him.

Blood. He knew he needed it…now and not later. There was no way he was going to slip into a feral state while she was around. Would it be to much to ask of her? To take her blood….would it change everything between them? Easton didn’t want to ruin what they had. For the first time in forever he felt happy and she was the reason. There was an internal rationalization trying to take place in his mind, but it was so jumbled he wasn’t sure what he should do…Easton ran his hands up and down her back a few times, trying to clam himself. Ok…she had said that she loved him too? Right? He placed a few kiss on her shoulder and up her neck, his lips savoring the sweet taste of just her skin. It would be so easy, just a slightly break in her skin and her delicious blood would be on his tongue.

Easton had taken blood before, too many times to count. They were all human, almost all of them were unwilling and none of it was pleasant for them. A shiver worked its way through him once again as the memories flooded his mind. The screams echoing in his ears, the struggling and kicking and the limp and lifeless bodies that were left as a result. It was a dark time…a feral red time and even some when he was a black…following his brother. Easton desperately wanted to put that all behind him and be better, but he would never be able to change his past, maybe just maybe he would be able to talk to her about it…but that day could wait. Right now…he had the girl he loved on his lap, so very close to him. He had been told that sharing blood between lovers could be a pleasurable and erotic experience…not pain filled and awful like he had only known of.

“Raine…” his voice was so damn shaky and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. “I need…you.” he kissed her neck softly, his teeth nicking her skin ever so slightly….a small bead of blood forming. The scent hit him immediately and he needed to collect himself for just a second. “I won’t hurt you….I promise.” yes he had just said this all before, but he wasn’t sure if she understood what he had meant before in his babbling. Lightly he ran his tongue across her skin and licked the bead of blood off and tried to suppress a soft moan. The taste exploded in his mouth and made it water. Easton grabbed her hips with his hands and brought her up on his lap and kissed her neck again. One hand ran up her spine, to touch the back of her back with a gentle rub before slipping through the hair at the back of her head. His skin prickled in the warm bathroom with goosebumps and he felt as if his heart might just beat out of his chest.

He was trembling and he knew it, but it was now or never. He kissed her neck softly, pressing his teeth against her skin until it gave, trying his hardest not to hurt her. A perfect seal was made with his lips and at first the blood just trickled but with a slightly suction it flowed more freely. He moaned as the warm liquid slid down his throat and warmed all the recesses of his chilled body. The taste was indescribably good, it was nothing like the times before. This was good and right…for once. He struggled against the towel wrapped around his waist with the hand that wasn’t almost cradling the back of her head. It wasn’t budging…so with out moving from her neck he wrapped one arm around her waist lifting her up a little, so that the other hand to tug open his towel before setting her back down on his lap. The sexual feelings associated with his drinking of her blood were strong…and he felt like he could only act on impulse. There was no thinking right now….only immense feeling. Easton pulled her down onto him and wasn’t sure anymore where he began and she ended anymore…

*faaaaaade out* *cough cough PG 13*

When his lips left her neck he carefully licked the bite, leaving a little bruise on her smooth skin. He blinked his eyes open and frowned a little…there was nothing he could do about it…but it wouldn’t last too long. At least it looked just like a hickey and not like some animal just took a bite out of her neck. He sat up from their place on the bathroom floor with a little laugh…how had they ended up on the floor? A grin plastered on his face he looked over at Raine. “You…alright?” he said almost breathlessly…man he was spent and if he could tell anything from the way she had reacted she enjoyed it too?

He leaned up and pulled the bandage off his hand to survey the knuckles. They seemed halfway healed and no longer bleeding. Easton tossed the bandage toward the trash, missed but didn’t really care…he leaned against the bathroom wall and pulled one of their towels off the counter and the other landed somewhere else on the floor. Politely he offered her the one he could find. “The other one is around here…somewhere…” he smiled softly at her leaning over to kissed her lightly on the lips once before hopping up to find the other towel. He wanted to get into his bed and snuggle her for a while…a little nap would have them both feeling reenergized….

Words:1101
Muse: gooood
Outfit: nothing at all.
Notes: sorry if it got weird? At all…and the fade in the middle is awkward…but you know…yeah. So…moving on .

[Raine Ashera]

Him shaking seriously wasn’t helping Raine’s worry overload. Seriously, the part of her brain that worried, had to be on overdrive right now, there was no other way to explain what she was going through. But she supposed that it made sense, given that she loved him. Now that thought sent shivers down her spine. She loved him. She had never actually…loved…a boy. Weird feeling. But it made the fact that she couldn’t stop looking him over and worrying more and more each time she looked about him and how he was doing, because she was convinced he wasn’t doing well. Actually, he could not be shaking and pretend to be perfectly fine, but she’d still be spazzing out worrying because of what she had seen earlier with all the blood and all the glass…and…she shook her head slightly, dispelling the thought. She had to stop thinking about that on loop or she would go crazy.

He snuggled close, and she was fully fine with that, how could she not be? But it didn’t dispel the worry in the slightest. Wouldn’t for a while. She’d keep looking at him like she was afraid he’d be randomly hurt or spontaneously disappear probably for the next week or so. It was just how she was, she did it to Seph too each and every time she got hurt or went missing, which happened from time to time. It would be even worse with Easton if what was going on in her mind right now was any indication of this.

Another soft set of kisses from her shoulders to her neck had her shuddering, and out of instinct more than anything else she tilted her head slightly, exposing more of her neck. Part of her was trying to tell the rest of her what she remembered about stuff like this, about how when fledglings lost a lot of blood, they needed it and tended to, well, bite. But she wasn’t thinking about it. It was honestly the farthest thing from her mind, shows what a high sense of self preservation she had around herself. But at the same time, she honestly doubted that Easton would ever do anything to hurt her. Raine had thought that before when he had spoken, and it hadn’t just been because she was some smitten girl or something, it was because she really thought that, because Raine didn’t do the clouded girl thought thing. Well, not when it didn’t involve sex. Then she tended to forget…a lot.

Oops.

He spoke her name again. Why did he keep doing that when she didn’t think she was coherent enough to talk? She was either too worried to talk, or he was kissing her, either her lips or her body, and that tended to make rational thought cloud over just a bit, like she had been thinking only moments ago. She couldn’t help it! If it was sexual…she spaced a bit. Oh well. He said he needed her, accompanied by a nip at her neck and her eyes dipped closed, without a second thought about it. She bit her lip a bit. Since when did people need her? Her? The ditzy dancer who could barely take care of herself? Since when would anyone need her for anything? She was pretty sure she wasn’t good for anything. She was useless in most areas of need. That was what the little voice in the back of her head told her when she wasn’t drowning it out with giggles and happy thoughts anyway.

He said he wouldn’t hurt her, but honestly she couldn’t gather why he was telling her that. Why would he hurt her? She couldn’t picture him hurting her ever for any reason, not right that moment anyway. His tongue against her skin though, that elicited a soft moan from her mouth.

But when he bit, her eyes fluttered open, shocked before the feelings hit.

His hand in her hair, against the back of her neck, the feelings racing through her sudden and strong, his mouth at her neck…it was almost too much. Scratch that. Was too much. A groan left her throat and her hands dug into his shoulders involuntarily. She pressed up against him restlessly, needing more. She had no idea what this was, but it was driving her out of her mind with need. Way too much, way too much. But she didn’t mind, not in the slightest. Damn, someone could get addicted to this feeling. She felt it burning in her, the truly erotic need that came along with his mouth at her neck. She had read about it, yes she had, who hadn’t as a fledgling? But reading about it did not compare to feeling it, not in the slightest bit.

He pulled her back away from him slightly, and she whined in protest, not approving in the slightest of any form of separation. She needed to be closer dammit, not farther. It didn’t compute well in her head right that moment. Not that she was thinking at all, per se. It was all need, all aching need and want, that was all she had going in place of her brain. Well, that and hormones. Hells yes hormones. But then he put her back and she was better, closer. She needed to be closer…before she lost what was left of her mind…

*Haha, following your example of mid way black out*

Nope, Raine was not moving from this floor. She had no idea how she had gotten here, but now that she was here, she was staying here. She didn’t think she could move if she wanted to. Nope, couldn’t move if she wanted to. Her chest was moving rapidly considering how heavy she was breathing, and her eyes were closed. Nope, not moving. She felt him lick her neck and he got a lazy murmur from her that was totally incoherent and a smile, though she debated sticking her tongue out at him too. Decided it was too much effort. Yep, exhausted.

Correction: Happily exhausted.

He asked if she was alright. Breathlessly, and she grinned, happy she wasn’t the only exhausted one. She liked to think she contributed too to their fun, thank you very much. ”Mmhmm” was his answer from the girl sprawled out contentedly on his floor. Hey, she was going to blame him if anyone asked for this one. Seemed like an amusing idea to her at least. Totally amusing. She approved of the fact that their chemistry extended past the first night of their…well spontaneous sex had to be the only way to put it. She was also glad it extended past that. Way past that…she thought about what she had said before this had all happened. That she loved him. He had said it too…and for a moment she worried he had just said it for the sake of…well needing blood. But she didn’t let that thought linger too long, considering she didn’t really believe that. He didn’t seem like the type to her. So she was set on pushing that thought out of her mind.

He offered her the towel and she grumbled like she was all annoyed about having to move herself to put it on, but it was all for show considering she was way too content and happy to really be grumbling about anything for real. She just felt like being a brat, and she hoped that he realized that she did that from time to time, otherwise she would have to eventually explain that it was just a game she liked to play because it amused her to see how the other person, the boy, would react to it.

He spoke and then kissed her, she grinned against his lips without meaning to as she kissed him back happily. She was just…ugh. Happy. Genuinely. And very happy she had decided to come back to Tulsa. She peeked open an eye to look at him, and look him up and down appreciatively. ”Would I be a horrible girlfriend if I said…” she said, calling herself a girlfriend for the first time in her life just to test out how the word felt, and she decided she liked it. And would probably say it again and again, just to feel that little shiver at saying it outloud. ”That I totally appreciate your lack of a towel?” she finished with a mischievous little grin for him.

And then she stretched, long and lazy like she was a housecat sitting in the sun. She should probably inform him of something else, and this something else was just as playful and amused as the last thing she had said. ”For the record…not moving off this floor by my own will. You’ll just have to move me if that’s what your planning” she said, one of her trademark giggles lacing in with her words.

Words: 1482
Comments: Sorry it fails sometimes
Muse: Epic

[Easton Knight]

He loved her using that word. “Girlfriend” it just sounded wonderful coming from her and made him smile down at her. She was commenting about enjoying his lack of towel and he laughed. “Well then…I guess I can stop looking for mine.” he teased but grabbed his towel from it’s hiding spot down on the floor by the toilet and wrapped it around his waist. He winked a little at her. “but…I still have a little modesty.” he watched her stretch on the floor and smiled. “Oh you can’t move can you?” he bent down and grabbed her hands giving a easy tug that pulled her up and off the floor. He grabbed her hips, picked her up and playfully tossed her over his shoulder. It was nice to feel the strength back in his muscles…it wasn’t one hundred percent but her definitely felt more like himself. Tossing her over his shoulder wasn’t hard anyway, she was tiny compared to him. He pushed the bathroom door open easily and carried her over to his bed.

Carefully he plopped her down on the bed and looked down at her. “You are feeling ok…right?” As much as he knew she was extremely happy and comfortable right now, he couldn’t help the spark of worry that started deep with in him. His eyes roamed her laying there on the bed but he saw nothing to be of any concern. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he had gone too far in someway and hurt her. He almost had to force a small smile before kissing her on the forehead. As much as he liked the comfort of wearing nothing but a towel he knew that he should really put some boxers on at least.

He crossed his room quickly and dug around in his dresser. Where had he put those comfortable boxers he liked so much? He really needed to put his laundry away better, but that was just not on the top of the list of things he cared about. He was a guy. Yes his laundry was always clean. It wasn’t always folded nicely or put away where it should be…but it was clean. Wasn’t that all that mattered. Then he found them in the bottom drawer go figure. After pulling them on he snagged a comfortably broke in t-shirt from his closet and walked back to his bed to join her. “here…” he offered her the shirt. “if you want it…but I won’t complain if you’d rather stay in your towel.” he smiled and leaned over to kiss her on the lips.

Easton laid back on the bed and got comfortable. “com’ere.” he smiled and opened his arms and let her snuggle close. There wasn’t anything better then the feeling of having her close. He filled his lungs with a deep relaxing breath and just laid there for a moment. In some way trying to just keep the moment perfect. Deep down he knew that he would have to explain what had happened tonight. It was quite possible that he was making it out to be a lot worse then she would, but the one thing he really didn’t want to do was to screw anything up. He smoothed his damp hair with his hand and kissed her on the top of her head. Just lay here and pretend everything is fine? Why couldn’t he just do that…maybe he would try and avoid bringing the topic up.

He closed his eyes to relax, he wasn’t tired…but he could feel the tension returning to his body and he didn’t want that. He wanted to snuggle his girl and be happy. That wasn’t so bad…was it?

Words: 616
Muse: not too bad
Outfit: boxers ;-)
Notes: it’s short but…I feel like poop. Lol.