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The Old Motel ( demy x DigitalSiren )

Arthur was feeling difficult today. An expected explanation that the cantankerous man lacked the energy, attention span and desire to provide. It would be simple to hand the creature over to one of the others. The act of nature taking its source when one brought it down to basics.

The consideration was there. It settled in the darks of the man’s eyes as he peered at the young woman in his company.

These same dark eyes, staring so intently, skittered away before a proper choice could be made. Arthur sunk deeper into the old confines of the armchair and his own long-lived apathy. A slippery slope. The vampire could spend weeks in such a state. There was often nothing to keep him engaged with the concept of living.

"I suppose I did," He drawled softly.

Where to start, what to say.

Arthur fiddled with a stray strand on the chair. Could he avoid hysterics?

"You must suspect." He murmured finally drawing his gaze back to the young woman. "Unless you are feeble minded, rather in firm rejection of the reality of your situation." It was the most coherent the old vampire had sounded in months. This was most often the case when he was irritated enough.

"вампир." He finally said waving a hand about. It was not much of an explanation, but he was failing to find the proper words. His hand continued to go about like a startled bird.
 
Breeanna frowned at Arthur from the floor. He had promised to talk to her about everything... Yet here he was being cagey. Watching him sink further into his chair she sighed.

"You did" She confirmed, shifting against the floor so her knees could be pulled into her chest, chin resting on her arms. Waiting had never been an issue for Bree, but something about this subject, him and her life now in other's hands made her prickly.

"Suspect what, exactly" her tone was a bit sharper, while he was irritated, Bree was becoming slowly angry.

Arthur's answer drew a feminine sound of annoyance from the tiny female. "I don't speak Russian Arthur" She snapped and sighed, closing her eyes.

"I know I can't leave, I know why even. What I suspect just can't be true" Vampires were not real. Things that went bump in the night didn't exist.

Rising agitated she paced back and forth over a small section of his room. "But I can't just keep ignoring what everyone hints at but doesn't say.." She shook her head, strawberry blond locks shifting along her shoulders. "Vampires do not exist" The words were whispered and she turned to look at him.

"Arthur?" There was a small tremble in his name. She wanted him more than anything to tell her she was right, but she knew.
 
The girls voice was growing sharp.

It poked at the vampires declining attention, stirring up a restless energy. His fingers gave a fraying string a pull. There was a small tear working its way into the old fabric. It would not be the last.

His tongue was often shifting.

Arthur did not notice these changes. He was fluent in many tongues even as his mind drifted from place to place. Russian was the language of his mother, and often his fraying mind found comfort when faced with difficult moments.

It was a delicate sound. The vampire caught up by the sweet little plea. His dark eyes looked up at the distressed creature. The tangles in his mind grew tighter, knotting together confusing patterns. Arthur rose up from the old chair and took a step forward. His hand reaching out to brush along the girl’s cheek-

His lips pursed, gaze skittering off the left before returning.

"There are worse things." He murmured. "Much much worse." The vampires hand dropped down, fingers knotting togeather neatly. "It was not my intention to keep you," He sighed. "все в беспорядке."

Arthur looked about the dismal room, shifting in place with growing vexation.

"I can barely care for myself."
 
Her eyes drifted into his fingers, watching him pick at the fabric of the chair. There were other spots like it where it was clear he had pulled on loose strings creating small tears.

When he rose, Bree's eyes rose with him. They tracked the short distance between them and her eyes closed as his hand slid along her cheek. The touch was sweet, and her eyes opened in time to see his gaze come back to her. Cornflower blue meeting the darkness.

His voice confirmed her fear and her heart gave a startled sound and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from asking any further questions; at least for now.

"What happens if you don't keep me?" Her face tipped up, eyes worried. His gaze shifted away and he growled.

Frowning she rose on the tips of her toes and brushed a hand against his cheek much like he had done to her. "I don't need to be cared for Arthur. I am not a pet." Her frown deepened and she bit her lower lip.

"Could I help you, in exchange for you keeping me?" Vampires were real. He was a vampire... they all were and she was neck deep in them. Breeanna just wanted to live. She didn't have much in the way of options. If Arthur didn't keep her, it was clear what would likely happen. They'd kill her.

She also was able to acknowledge a strange fondness for Arthur. She.. liked him.
 
Arthur gave his new ward a non-committal wave of the hand. There was no need to confirm her fears when they were so obviously accurate. Her touch sent a ripple though the vampire stiff form. The darks of his eyes unable to keep still in the wake of his growing anxiety. They darted from the young woman’s face to the dismal surroundings.

"You might as well be." The older man told her with a touch of snark. A frowned graced his vexed features, turning down harshly. It was no secret the vampire was fraying at the edges. Unraveling.

A little help could go a long way.

Her touch was warm. Her blood like a little long forgotten song nagging at his attention. Arthur let out a weighted breathe. A habit more than anything else.

Reaching up he closed a thin hand over her own, letting both drop in the space between them. Arthur let his gaze drop to the arch of her neck. A smooth curve of warm flesh where a pulse fluttered gracefully. His fingers fidgetingaround her own, his thumb smoothing over her palm.

"You wish to help me do you?" Arthur repeated with a snort, the corer of his lip twisting in poor nature. The lanky vampire leaned forward closing in on the young woman’s face. "Я голоден"

Arthur was not confident in his state of control but his mood was taking a nasty turn. His eyes glinting like beetles. Dangerous.
 
It wasn't hard to sense that shift, though Breeanna didn't understand it at first. She was trying her best to help, unaware of how it could be affecting the hungry vampire. His words made her flinch, the feeling felt across her entire body to the tips of her fingers.

Doubt and what could only be described as uncertainty filled her eyes. Bree knew she wasn't a pet and if Arthur couldn't care for himself, he couldn't care for her.

She'd wanted to help him, but as the silence within the room grew heavy, Breeanna couldn't help but know fear.

His hand covered her own and then fell between them. She'd have pulled her hand back had he not woven his fingers around her. A shiver rippled through her as his eyes fell to her neck and not even the touch of his thumb over her palm offered comfort.

Looking away, Bree tried to pull her hand free.

"You clearly don't want my help." She didn't even know what offering to help had meant. One one level, it had meant as food, even if she hadn't recognized the offer. More than that though, she'd offered more than being food. Companionship, a harbor in the sea of his illness.

"I don't speak Russian Arthur!" Bree did now try to pull her hand from his grasp, though something told her if he didn't want to let go he wouldn't.

Tears shimmered in her eyes. "You're being a dick" It was true, he was... The care she felt for him was still there, but he was scaring her now. "Let me go"

She meant more than letting go of her hand. She didn't want to be his pet or his captive. Even knowing that they wouldn't just let her go.

It dawned on her then... was Arthur their solution? At some point, would he kill her? Perhaps not fully in control... Either way she would be dead and the problem would be solved....
 
It was such a heady flavor. A sweet succulence further defined by the razor of the young woman’s voice. She was scared, frustrated with the creature she found herself locked up with. A shimmer caught his glittering eyes. Bree was reaching a breaking point.

Her tongue was sharp but demeanor small.

"Не надо поливать землю слезами, птичка." He murmured. The vampire let go of the girl’s hand, reaching up to the cup the arch of her neck. His own demeanor had softened considerably. "там там."

Leaning in Arthur pressed his forehead against her own, his face tilting to trace the bridge of her nose with his own. An affectionate nuzzle of you will. There was little sense to the old vampires’ actions. His mood shifting by so quickly when faced with the growing emotions of the girl in front of him. Every little thing a trigger.

"Скажите, что вам нужно." He murmured; the dark pools of his eyes closed as Arthur savored in the closeness. "любое желание маленькая птичка."
 
His hand was cool against her skin, heated by her frustration and fear. It almost felt nice, but if he was a vampire, her neck wasn't a place she wanted him near. It was only his hand though.

They were back to Russian only as well it seemed, though gone now was the sharp almost cruelty in his words.

His forehead pressed to hers and Breeanna let her eyes close, the touch was... kind. The Eskimo kiss was another sweet touch. He'd shifted again. It was clear.

Sniffling, she did something that would likely shock them both. Bree snuggled into him, arms around his waist, head tucking under his chin. This Arthur she liked.

Breeanna was still fighting tears and she shook her head some, having no idea what he whispered to her. It sounded remorseful almost, though there was more. "I don't know what you're saying."

She was screwed. She couldn't leave or rather was not allowed to. He was damaged, like she was, and that called to her. Likely a vampire wouldn't like being coddled by what amounted to a child, but Bree was unsure if she would lose that desire. "If I can't leave, I want to help" It wasn't the motel or the hive of which she spoke.

The words had been a whisper. "I like you" Sighing she cuddled closer, face hidden against his chest.
 
Arthur stiffened as his new ward pressed into the curve of his chest. Her arms wrapping around his middle tightly. There was a moments hesitation before the embraced was returned, strong arms folding up the fragile creature. Soft murmurs rained down gently as he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head.

"Что случилось?" He asked gently.

The lack of understanding went both ways.

This lack sent Arthur worrying like a mother hen. A small sigh echoing from the old vampire. His palm sliding over his sweethearts back. She was upset. It was a perplexing thing. The obvious reason lost to a drifting mind.

"Что вас расстроило?" птичка." Arthur mused softly. His long fingers threaded her blonde locks, content to indulge her need for affection. "Я заставлю тебя забыть." The tone of the older mans voice dropped into a murmur, a sense of mirth glittering in his dark eyes.

"Нужно ли мне?"

Arthur drew his hands up, coaxing the sweet girls face from its nook under his chin. His thumb drawing along her cheek before the cheeky vampire leaned forward and gave Bree a kiss on her nose. "Хм?"

His gaze dropped down to her lips.
 
He might have been scary just moments ago, but as Arthur softened against her, returning the hug that she had clearly needed, Breeanna felt safe; much like she had in his lap the night before as he protected her from Duke.

While there was no understanding of him, the touch of his hand along her back, the tone of his words... they all said enough.

His hands slid into her soft hair and had Bree been a kitten, she might have purred at the touch. It was gentle and sent a shiver down her spine. Snuggled into him as she was she didn't see when his eyes danced with amusement. It wasn't until he gently drew her back that she could see it glitter within his dark eyes.

Her eyes closed at the caress, opening as he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

His eyes lowered and Bree's heart gave a small skip. She liked Arthur... In that childish way of explaining, she liked liked Arthur. At least when he was being kind, protective. The meaner side of him she might be able to learn to deal with. Maybe.

Her hands shifted from lingering at his sides to rest on his chest as she rose on her tiptoes. The very object of his attention brushing against his mouth softly.

The kiss was chaste and when Breeanna withdrew, her cheeks were flushed with color.
 
The kiss was startling.

Arthur went still under the young woman’s sudden ministrations, not necessarily expecting such forthright behaviour from the timid thing. His eyes were stark black when she drew back. A pale finger lingering up to stroke along her flushed cheeks.

The corner of his mouth twitched, brow crinkling lightly.

With a pleased little hum, the old vampire tilted his head, leaning forward to return the affection. His lips were cool to the touch. A little firmer than the girls’ shy peck.

The kiss was obsessive. Arthur being diligent in tasting the young creature, continuing the kiss until she was lacking for breathe.

A second thought to something like him.

Arthur grew back, his cools hands cupping both her cheeks. The heat from her roiling flesh a delightful sensation. There was only a small reprieve before the older man was drawing her back into heated kisses.

"Такой восторг," He purred in a soft murmur. "маленькая птица."
 
It hadn't just been startling for him. Why had she kissed him? For the life of her, she didn't know why it had seemed like a good idea... But oddly enough she didn't regret her actions.

The trail of his finger along her heated skin made she skin flush a deeper shade. Cornflower blue eyes rising to meet his own.

Breeanna watched as Arthur bent, his mouth moving towards her own with determination. Her eyes held his until his mouth brushed her own, eyes closing. The kiss started as chaste as hers had been, if not with a firmer press. Clearly he wasn't as shy.

He didn't seem content with the gentle press and she gasped softly, allowing him to deepen the kiss as he pleased. Bree had frozen before softening against him; though she kissed him back, she lacked true skill. She hadn't kissed many people... It showed, but if Arthur's tongue bushed her own, she'd mimic the behavior.

Gasping for air greedily as he pulled back, her eyes had taken on a lightly bemused look. The coolness of his hands was pleasant and she looked up at him, like the trapped little bird she was.

This time, Breeanna had a better grasp of what was coming and she was far more relaxed. Lifting up some, so he didn't have to bend so far she met his kiss. She was still shyer than Arthur seemed to be, but the little bird was eager.

When he murmured against her mouth she smiled. She had no clue what he said, but tone told her enough. Her tongue brushed against his and she tasted it before she felt it, the coppery taste of blood. Gasping she started to pull away.
 
It had been a long time since Arthur had felt the intimate warmth of a lover. This lacking was reflected in the way he keened to what had started as an innocent kiss. There was a tangible craving in the way he tasted her inviting mouth. The vampire was inclined to taste much more...

A wish that was granted all too soon.

The blood was a lightening bolt.

Arthur jerked as the little bird in his arms pulled away. It was an abrupt parting that left the vampire wanting. His dark eyes closed, tongue flicking over thin lips.

Delicious. Tantalizing.

A fire was burning its way through his normally cold body.

The vampire opened his eyes, peering at the little angel with a heated gaze. A hungry look. A daring look. Arthur swoop in catching the young woman around the waist. His sudden motion bringing them to the edge of the bed, the frame knocking at the back of his would-be lover’s legs.

"Больше" He purred in her ear. "маленькая птица."
 
It was easy for the delicate female to not know how deep down the rabbit hole she was. She had a firm grasp of the surface of things. Like Arthur was a vampire, she was in a nest of vampires, she was stuck here. It was the unknown that would prove dangerous though. Hunter and need both sexual and not, as a fine example.

Breeanna wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't experienced either. There had been a lot she had been willing to do to get her fix and the drugs had made it not seem as bad as it was. Almost pleasant in the moment, the shame came later however.

The taste of blood had them both reacting. She felt silly for nicking herself on one of his incisors and he seemed to have felt it in a completely different manner. She watched as he licked at the taste of her blood, eyes closed and a sound that she couldn't quite help left her as his eyes opened.

There was hunger, need and something Bree couldn't place. His arms slid around her waist, their bodies moving closer to his beck, her legs hitting the bed frame.

His voice was low, as he spoke Russian, the words lost, but that desire not. Breeanna had never once really "chosen" her partner... Other things had dictated that. Even now, perhaps to a point.. But she did like him.

His passion was not left to die as she sifted against him, her mouth finding his once more, her hands moving them to her hoodie. helping him lift it. He could stop them, if he had the willpower, but Bree wasn't about to.

Her hands moved to his own shirt. “Arthur...” His name whispered against his lips.
 
The vampire made short work of the hoodie, pale hands peeling the garment up and out of the way. His lanky form shuddered when the sweet girl breathed a familiar name. It had been such a long time. Arthur slipped his arm down, using it to boost Bree up so they could tumble onto the bed.

It creaked under the sudden weight.

Arthur caught himself above his new lover. It was a rhythm that required a little dust shaken off but not impossible for the old vampire.

Her fingers were exploring for a way to devest him. Arthur was the type to prefer a collared button up over the more modern comfort of T-shirts. He could not buy his own clothes but had not required anything new for quite some time. A few decades. There was no amount of delusion that had robbed the vampire of being finicky.

The kiss between them was warm. Wet.

Arthur slanted his mouth, taking anything she offered. His mouth sucking the girl’s tender lip, seeking out any remaining blood. Finding nothing he would break their kiss. Lips seeking the curve of her neck.
 
The oversized hoodie was peeled away from her small frame without issue, revealing the simple tank top underneath. It was a rich vibrant green with no decorations. Beneath it was just Bree. She didn't know where her hoodie went as her fingers fumbled with buttons as she found herself being lifted, pausing as she fell backwards onto the bed, with Arthur on top.

A gasp left her as her back pressed into the softness of the mattress, gazing up at him her fingers redoubled their efforts, buttons slipping free one by one.

The last taste of blood was sought out by Arthur, Breeanna understanding and finding herself strangely not bothered by it. Tilting her head, Bree bared the slender column of her neck to him; heart racing as she wondered if it would hurt.

There was tons of lore on vampires, but how much of it was real? A thought for another time.

Bree's teeth grazed the edge of his ear as the last of the buttons were found and her hands pushed his shirt from his body.
 
There was little attention paid to her clothing, beyond a faint notion to remove. It was in the way. The slender curve of her neck was a safe space. The growing rhythm of her heart a soothing tempo. It called to the vampire in a primal way.

It was lucky for the young creature that Arthur felt calm.

A strange sort of peace had settled over the buzzing that normally plagued his thoughts. There was no need for anything beyond feeling in this moment.

The old fabric of the collared shirt parted to reveal his flesh underneath. Arthur was pale. His frame lean, boney in a fashion that suggested malnutrition. The edges were soft, not the fit muscular of someone who had worked in a lifetime past. He had been a struggling wordsmith...

Faint dark hair patterned the worn planes of his chest, traveling down to the lip of his slacks.

Arthur pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck.

A low moan rumbled through the vampire, his teeth nipping at her soft flesh before sinking in. It would hurt. A flash of pain giving away to a growing numbness. Her body would tingle in strange places before settling into a sleepy acceptance.

A vampire kiss.

The girl’s blood was hot. Rich. Nourishing.

Arthur was lost to it.
 
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Soft hands ran along his chest, feeling his cooled skin as his lips moved to the hollow of her neck. The vibrations of his moan made her shiver and the nip drew forth gasp.

It was the pain that drew a whimper from her, though it seemed to fade into numbness. Beneath him, Breeanna shifted eyes closing while he fed.

Her body felt heavy, almost as if ready for sleep. She hadn't gotten much, but she doubted that the two were related. It was him.

Her lids even felt heavy as they slowly opened and closed. His name a mummer "Arthur" One of her hands slipped from his chest to brush against his hair as he fed. Fingers tangling there.

A lot of stories were told about vampires, how they fed. Some of them romanticized greatly. Most didn't speak of the pain or this sleepy feeling seeping into her bones... The tingle however was mentioned though with more lewd connotations.

Her other hand, that had remained on his chest, stroked along his side.

As long as he didn't kill her, this was fine.

There was little chance even if he did, she could stop him.. her mind whispered at her treacherously.

He wouldn't, was the only answer she could offer. Not Arthur.
 
It was perhaps lucky that the older vampire no longer housed a bottomless appetite.

That had been a trait of his younger self, a common problem with newly risen. Arthur grew satisfied before the girl had cause to be concerned. His suckling slowing, tongue lavishing the piercing wounds. The bleeding would slow and clot.

A shudder traveled along his lean frame.

Arthur drew back carefully, enough to draw his mouth down to the parlor of her cleft. Gracing the flesh with a tender kiss. Such relations with a vampire were never without mess.

Blood marred her pretty flesh, streaking behind his lingering kiss. Pale fingers found the hem of her tank top. A groaning purr sounding from the vampire as peeled the clothing upward.
 
She would have much to learn, there was no doubt. She felt the pull of his mouth slow and then the warm brush of his tongue. Opening her eyes, Bree's hand brushed his hair gently, soothing as the tremor ran through him.

A smile curled on her lips at the kiss. It was sweet, the brush of lips across her skin. She could feel wetness on her skin, but her mind paid it no heed as Arthur's fingers caught the hem of her shirt.

Beneath, Arthur found just Breeanna. The smooth paleness of her stomach, the curve of her waist. Finally her breasts bared to view. The fullness of her breasts sloped to either side just slightly. Shifting with him as he pulled it up so it could be pulled from her body, both arms moving above her head.

Once her tank top had been slid free, one hand moved to his face as she leaned up, lips brushing his. She could taste her own blood where it lingered on his lips.

Perhaps she should have been bothered, but she wasn't.
 
A feast of flesh.

The vampire’s thin fingers grasped at soft hips. There was a lingering kiss placed between soft mounds before they pitched to the side. The pairing rolling so each was settled on the old mattress. A clumsily muddle of bodies that sent springs creaking.

There was a moment where Arthur settled into the new position. His dark eyes peering at Bree with deep shadows. Glimmering like two beetles.

The lines of his face more pronounced than ever, a little blood marring his thin lips. Her body was tugged closer.

A hand trailing around to her lower back.

"так готов для меня маленькая птичка." He murmured. "ты достаточно готов."

Arthur smoothed hand a down her belly right into, lingering before slipping under her bottoms right into her panties.
 
Breathing hitched for a moment as his lips brushed between her breasts, his hands on her hips.

Her eyes met his and her smile was soft. She happened to like his eyes, the deep almost obsidian reflecting light back was lovely. Leaning in her lips brushed just below his right eye. "Your eyes are beautiful" her words whispered as he tugged her into him.

She could feel her heart and her own desire both spiking as he spoke to her.

The hand that smoothed against her stomach made her hold her breath. It didn't release as his fingers lingered or as they pushed past the band of her shorts and panties in one smooth motion.

Exhaling on a soft whimper, Bree’s cheeks flushed. Arthur should he desire to find out the answer to his words would find Bree eagerly accommodating.

One of her legs shifted, almost as if giving him more access, should he desire it.

"I really need to learn Russian" Not the first nor last time she'd feel or say this sentiment, to be sure.
 
"такой сладкий звук." Arthur murmured, liking the way the creature in his arms cooed for him. The older mans arm slipped under the small of her back, loosely grasping the opposite hip.

His fingers found a warmth.

The creature opened for him, adjusting to welcome the vampires intended petting. Her voice catching his attention before he could push further into the inviting heat. Arthur glanced into the creature’s face. Head giving a small tilt as if seeking comprehension-

His fingers pushed between her soft folds, brushing her clit as it sought the promised nectar. The vampire’s cool lips pressed to a soft temple. A fragile thing.

The sensation of her arousal making him shudder. How long had it been?

How long has it been?

How long-

"Yes…you do." A voice drawled in her ear. A curt annoyance seeping into the loving tone. Arthur peered down the girl body, finding his fingers buried between her legs. It was a startling sight. Awareness seeping back in through odd angles.

The vampire frowned, the blacks of his eyes becoming smaller.

"You're wet." He murmured a little incredulously, dipping a finger before drawing it up to nudge against her clit with disbelieving fascination. What an odd girl.
 
She felt his fingers brush against her and Bree whimpered again as he whispered to her in Russian. Her cornflower blue eyes met his, holding his darkend . One hand rising to his chest, fingers bushing over where his heart lay.

Her gasp in his ear as his lips brushed her temple, his fingers finding her warmth. She didn't push him, didn't rush him more than willing to go at his pace.

Then everything shifted and the sweet vampire she had been eagerly opening up to vanished. A new vampire took his place... the easily agitated one. Breeanna's eyes closed and she groaned softly. She watched the change in his eyes as the modern day vampire slid fully into control once more.

"Shocking that." Was her dry remark. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that was all your doing, seeing as it's your fingers between my thighs" She met annoyance with annoyance, though when his fingers shifted, Bree couldn't help the gasp or the whimper.

Breeanna didn't know if this Arthur would want to continue.

She didn't know if she wanted to continue with this Arthur.

Her body ached in the sweetest of ways, demanding they continue and without thinking about it, her hips lifted slightly.

Her body knew what it wanted... What it needed.

The hand that had curled against his chest shifted some, unsure.
 
"It would seem so." Arthur replied dryly.

His eyes drifting back up to the young woman’s face. The sounds she had made were now burned into his thoughts. The frown on his face deepened. Arthur had been more startled by the notion given the context of their meeting.

Was the girl damaged?

She was addict. Arthur could see the signs even with his decreased capacities. The vampire frowned and fretted. His fingers remaining pressed against the girls’ tender flesh. Sex was messy and very often encouraged a loss of control.

He had the mind to stop-

"Honestly." The vampire grumbled not finding himself moving. Arthur gave into the maddening impulse with a grumpy disposition when the girl arched under his hand.

He pinched her clit, a gentle squeeze.

The pads of his fingers than massaging the tweaked nerves with slow circles. Arthur was tense. A little on edge with the human girl so close. It had been quite some time since he engaged with anyone and this was hardly his first choice...luckily instinct was stronger than his frazzled nerves.
 
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