A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

[Relix]

Vincent placed her hands on her hips after she had asked her question, leaning forward. Meeting her lips with his, holding it for a few moments before pulling back. "What happens next is you going to lay down." The male spoke, turning around to open the bathroom door. Turning back to the female, the male lifted her up from the sink before exiting the bathroom with her in his arms. Vincent walked slowly to the bed, laying her down on the left side before letting out a minor sigh. "Now, honestly, I don't know what is actually to happen next. You got away once, she might not be so willing to let you go a second... or even third time." Sitting at the edge of the bed, the male scratched the back of his neck softly. Shaking his head softly, Vincent looked toward Aaliyah, "What I do know is that you need rest. Lost a lot of blo..." The male spoke, standing up for a moment. Placing his hand to his mouth, the sudden urge to vomit arose. "I'll be back in a second..." The male muttered softly, his right hand covering his mouth while he left hand rested on his stomach. Turning to the bathroom, the male moved toward the inside haste fully, shutting the door behind him.

Placing his hands on the sink, the male turned on the faucet slowly. Fight it. Can't happen now. Not with her. Running his hand under the warm water before splashing his face. Looking into the mirror, the male closed his eyes. He didn't want to look himself in the face, the face staring back would be his vampiric instincts egging him on to taste the blood. Not just only normal blood... the blood of Victoria, the blood of Aaliyah. Fight it, Vincent! Fight it! The male screamed in his head, clenching his eyes shut. Taking a deep breath, the only thing he could smell was the blood that was cleaned from the female in this bathroom.

Vincent shook once violently. A surge of energy bolted up his spine, his eyes opening very slowly. A grin developed over his face while taking in a deep breath of air, the smell of the blood danced inside his nostrils. His craving only growing higher. Turning to the door, Vincent gripped the knob lightly. Pulling back slowly making the door creak as it inched open. Oh, she was in for a fun ride. The male was full off excited, more then one way at that. Very, very strange for the male to be sexually stimulated as well as stimulated to drink from this female. It could be from the knowledge of her being his possible lover from many ages back.

Leaving the bathroom, the male glided over to the bed. Kneeling on the side of the bed before moving over the female. Grinning softly, the male watched as she shifted some. His hands running up her thighs, past her waist then up her torso. Maneuvering over the curves of her body, his hands stopped at her wrists. Bringing them above her head, pinned down against the bed. It was easier for the male to hold her down seeing that she had lost a lot of her blood from her attack earlier. The male moved her hands together before holding them down with one hand. His free hand running back down her curves, stopping at her jeans. Ripping the button from the jeans, the male forcefully unzipped her pants. "Oh, truly unfortunate that you couldn't be in tip-top condition. Rebecca made my job a little less fun." The male spoke, leaning forward. Moving his mouth to the opposite side of her neck, the male ran his tongue against her skin. Pulling his mouth back slowly, moving his lips to her ear. "I've waited too long for this, Victoria... to drink from you..." the male paused, "To push into you... far, far too long." He whispered, pressing his hips forward, pushing himself against her.

Fight it! "Fi..." The male muttered, his grip loosening against her wrists. Fight it! You don't want this! Listen to me! Shaking his head quickly, Vincent jumped from the bed to the end of the bed. His feet landing on the floor at the end, breathing in deeply. "Forgive me... I didn't mean it..." The male spoke in between deep breathes, the reoccurring blood lust happened to take over the male at the wrong time. It was when he wanted to fed, but what was weird was his arousal that came with it this time. Taking a few steps back, the male placed his hand over his head. Light-headed. "I'll be fine in a ..." Thud. The male's body hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. The blood lust took its toll on the male, along with his sexual stimulation. It was either or. He fed on blood, or he felt the comfort of a female. Neither happened thus his body panicked and shut down.

 

[ZexyDei]

Aaliyah The thing is she hadn't thought about laying down at all since she had gotten here. She was to worried over everything else. Not only what had happened a few minutes ago but what would happen from this point on. As much as she hated to say it, Vincent was right. She didn't dislike admitting it because she was wrong but because Rebecca really might not let her go next time, or even the time after that. If there was a time after this. This really wasn't a good thing. Sitting up on the bed after he had let her down she sighed, looking over at him. She wasn't that tired, and if anything she just wanted to stay up and be close to him. The thing was, she didn't even get a chance to protest what he said. All of a sudden she was more concerned with why he looked ill then anything else. Watching him walk off to the bathroom she sat there silently and thought. Just what was going on? Was it even possible for vampires to get sick? Well, she was about to find out.

Laying down on the bed the girl face the wall, nibbling at the tip of her thumb lightly. She didn't know why but she had a bad feeling come over her. It only got once once she heard the bathroom door open. "Vincent," she sat up, jumping at the sight of him on the other side of the bed before he moved over top of her. "What the ma--" she stopped, her eyes turning to his hands immediately as she felt him touch her thighs. What was he doing? Even though there was that small part of her that would have loved to get intimate with the male before her now wasn't the time. Even so she didn't say anything, but continued to shift a bit under his touch, her cheeks now held a small tint of red. "Really, what are you do-Hey!" she squirmed as she felt her wrists being held together before she was pushed back against the bed. Ok, now she really knew something was wrong. Especially when he ripped the button off her pants and unzipped them. Oh this wasn't good at all.

Tip top condition? What the hell? Rebecca had only thrown her around a bit and she had...bit her. Rebecca had bit her as well. Shit! He was hungry, he must have been, and her blood couldn't have made things any better for him. If she could just have a minute to try and think this all out. But he wasn't making things better for her, her thought processes that is, by licking her neck. She liked it a lot, more then she should have probably, but right now he wasn't himself so there was no way she could fully enjoy it. She did let out a low moan though, squirming around even more.

Groaning at the feeling of his hips pressing against hers she shuddered, moving around a bit more. She couldn't yell at him, kick him, bite him, or any of that. She didn't have enough energy to. Stupid blood loss. As she was about to attempt to get away, or at least scream at him, he loosened his grip a bit before completely letting go, his form now on the other side of the bed. "It's ok, I know." She sat up, rubbing her wrists as she looked over at him. He really didn't look ok. Beginning to crawl over to the end of the bed she listened as he began to speak, blinking as she watched him fall over on the floor before freaking out. "Vincent! Vincent this isn't what I call fine." Getting on the floor as quickly as she could she began shaking the males body, knowing that wouldn't do to much but she would hoping it would at least do something. "Get up, get up, get up..." she murmured, tugging on the end of his shirt a bit like a child. He just hit the floor. Hard. Him being knocked out probably wasn't the best thing right now. What if he had a concussion? What if he didn't wake up at all? That was probably worst case scenario thinking but still! She had never had an unhuman boyfriend before. She wasn't sure how certain things would effect him.

Using what little of her strength she had left Aaliyah took a hold of the male by the wrists and dragged him up on the bed as far as she could. Standing up beside him she looked down at him, tapping her foot lightly against the wooden floor. What was she suppose to do now? How was she going to wake him up might have been the better question. She had two options in mind. He was aroused so pleasing him some might have helped. She just wasn't sure how. Ok so that idea was out of the question. The second one...it wasn't bad, but a little more dangerous. If she cut herself or caused her wound to bleed again the smell of blood should have caused him to wake up. Question was, what would he do after that? She could worry about later.

Heading out of the room quickly to grab her purse she returned soon after, kneeling on the ground beside him and searching frantically though the large thing. It took a couple of minutes but she finally found a what she was looking for. A small butterfly knife. She had bought it the night she went shopping. Opening it up she looked down at her fingers, taking a deep breath before she ran the knife across her index and middle finger. Yeah, that hurt, but she'd think about that later. Once the stinging had calmed down a little bit she ran her finger across the males lips lightly, just enough to get a little bit of blood on them. "Vincent," she called, "Vincent wake up."