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suicidal butterfly

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Jul 27, 2009
Isabelle sat on the bench just out side her apartment building. She closed a book and looked at the cover. As usual it was about a vampire. She loved them. Too bad they aren't real. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. The breeze picked up and her long black hair seemed to float in the wind. Isabelle opened her eyes and revealed a pair of bright green eyes. They seemed to glow in the dark night.

She looked around, it was the perfect time of night for her. Along with the temperature, she loved it. Her eyes scanned the streets in front of her. For some strange reason she felt as if something was going to happen, then again this always happened when she just read about vampires. Isabelle turned to her door and took out the key, now she was going home and she was going to read some more. Then go to bed. She only hoped that nothing would pop out and scare that shit out of her. Like her room mate, she always seemed to do that at the most random moments, but tonight she wasn't here. That she was thankful for.

When she reached her aparment the first thing she did was open the big sliding door. It was so warm in her house at the moment, she hated it. She sat down on her couch and relaxed. Maybe she wasn't going to read the book after all, she seemed a little tired at the moment. So she laid down on the couch and closed her eyes for a moment.
 
They lived at the outskirts of the town, constantly vigilant... for two different reasons. Mikhail and Angelo. Two brothers that were so alike... but so far apart in the spectrum. One the complete embodiment of good and focus... and the other the embodiment of evil and chaos. They constantly feuded, fighting but unable to finish the other off. they would fight over grounds in the town, each looking for a woman, their lifemate. To one, she would be his salvation. To the other, it would create destruction as the town is taken over by beast that nobody could ever comprehend.

Mikhail was slowly scouring the town, his body a corporal essence of dark fog, almost as black as the shadows. He was moving unseen, nobody noticing a single change from the actual darkness and him. It wasn't long until he reached a house with a open door, and he was quick to scout it out. Angelo was still at his holdout, so he was able to get his own way without intervention, as long as he was fast.

The front door was closed, but the side sliding door was wide open, and he practically oozed into the house, staying in his fog form, sticking to shadows. He made a quick map, finding where the woman, Isabelle, was resting on the couch. He headed back outside, his fog form shifting upwards to make a 6 and a half foot pillar. His arms were the first visible as the fog condensed, wisps coming together to form the black robes he was wearing for easy access to his abilities. When he was fully formed, he was about 6'4'', and he had jet black hair that was shoulder length, tied back at the nape of his neck. His eyes were a rather vivid red, like one of the blood wolves that were in the forest a few miles away. His face was mostly skin stretched over bone, but he changed the appearance to make it more angular, taking on softer but stronger tones.

His mind instantly stretched out to the woman that was inside the house, taking over before she could do anything to resist him. He implanted his voice into it, giving her commands that she would be helpless to stop. Come to me... Come outside to me... Let me take you away...
 
Isabelle shifted to the side and her eyelids flickered. She was almost asleep but she had felt something but she just ignored it. she turned on her side and once again started to fall asleep. She made a small sound and then heard something in her head. saying to her things she didn't understand. It went over in her head over and over. Finally she answered it in her head. 'Yes' She first said followed by 'Take me away with you, away from this place. Far away. ' She then moved, this time her eyes slowly opening half way. Her eyes where glazed over and it was like she was sleep walking. Isabelle stood up and looked to her opened door. That was where the voice was coming from.

She walked over to her sliding door and walked onto her patio. She looked to her side and saw nothing. So by default she turned to her other side. That was when she saw him. She looked at him. She didn't know what she was doing, she didn't know why either. The next thing she had said was something she wouldn't even expect to come out of her mouth."I've come so you could take me away. So take me, now, far away from here."

Isabelle walked over to him, her glazed eyes looking up to him. Who was he? Why was he here? What did he want? These where questions that should be going through her mind, but they didn't. She didn't fight, she didn't object, she didn't do anything but do what he said. She didn't have a choice not to.
 
Mikhail simply stood there as he watched her walk slowly towards him. Her words didn't even make a smile come onto his face. But at last, he had her. His own little mistress that he could take into the night. And within a few days, the city would be his completely, and there was nothing his miserable brother Angelo could do about it. "Come..." He whispered in a rather seducing velvet tone, just before she got close enough. Her mental barriers were strong, he was right in taking over before she had any idea what was going on.

The moment she was in range, he grabbed her, and he took flight, part of his outer presence turning corporeal to make it a faster journey. He was stationed at the base of the sea, in a little cove that would fill halfway with sea water at high tide. Compliance would be rather easy with this one, even if he didn't take her mind over when he was sleeping. They arrived in only a few minutes, and he was quick to have her pinned against the wall. His hands grabbed hers and shot them up, and she was soon cuffed to the stone wall, unable to get away.

Mikhail's head dropped, lips instantly finding her neck. His lips trailed hauntingly over that pulse of hers, feeling the blood pumping in it. His fangs bared, and he bit down, piercing the vein and feeling the blood pool into his mouth. Normally, a vampire bite was one of extreme pleasure and seduction... but Mikhail was a wholly evil being, and the bite would hurt a hell of a lot, maybe enough to shake her mind from his grasp. Mikhail drank greedily, letting her nearly be drained before his fangs pulled out, his tongue darting over the bite to seal it.

His fingers on his right hand turned clawed, and they slashed his wrist open. He lifted it to her lips, forcing her mouth open and forcing obedience. "Drink." He whispered haughtily. She would feel the blood going into her mouth and down her throat... feel the vampire venom pulse through her now. It was almost like acid, a burning sensation that was highly unpleasant. He pulled his wrist back after a minute and licked the cut clean and sealed before leaving deeper into the cave, letting her deal with the elements until the sun rose.

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Meanwhile, Angelo had risen and taken his feed for the night, unaware of what his brother had done.
 
Isabelle felt him take her in his arms, she didn't do anything, she didn't care at the moment. But when he had taken off it was a bit of a shock to her and she buried her face into him, blocking it against the wind. Where was she going now? Her mind very slowly came out of her little fogged mind. Once she was brave enough she turned her head and looked to her side. Her mouth opened a little bit at where they where. But just as soon as they had started, the journey had ended.

Isabelle felt her arms slam up against her head. She could feel them be locked up and as a normal reaction she looked up. She moved her hands some But they wouldn't budge. She was now starting to make sense of things. "W-what...?" was the first thing she had said. She looked at him and his face went straight to her neck. What was he doing? What was....!!

The pain that had shot through her neck was so painful she let out a shocked scream. She tried to get away from the pain but it didn't work. She felt his fangs keep sinking deeper into her neck. Isabelle felt him drink her blood and she soon became weak. She didn't stop struggling though. It was meaningless and wouldn't do anything but she still tried. By the time he was done her neck stung bad, he had licked her neck and she got goose bumps all over her body.

She saw him open his wrist for her, at first she didn't do what he said, but as he brought up his wrist to her mouth and eventually forcing her to drink it. She ended up doing so in the end. She drank deeply of his blood, Isabelle thought that she would never drink somebodys blood but as soon as the red liquid touched her lips she loved it.

Whe the red liquid that she was drinking was taken away she felt like she needed more. It helped to numb the pain that was starting to grow and throb in her neck, soon moving downwards. When he left she started to struggle, not because she was pinned to the wall but because the surging pain that was growing. It was like nothing she had ever felt. Isabelle bit her lip so hard that blood started to slowly trickle down her lip and chin.

She let out a scream as the pain reached her chest. She let out another blood chilling scream. now her hand started to struggle more. Soon her wrists became raw, she wouldn't be able to move them later. "Help. Help me with this pain." she whispered in the dark. She let out another scream, the pain just felt as if it had stabbed her in the heart. Her chest started to feel too small, she took in deep breaths of air. She couldn't get enough. Isabelle was starting to panic.
 
(haha, you wouldn't like his blood. Imagine rotten flesh turned liquid. and she wont turn for another few exchanges. as for the burning... it won't stop, but it will dull for a bit.)

Mikhail cared little right now for his captured woman, finding himself buried further in the cavern. It was how they slept, vampires. He was deep in the earth, where very few things would be able to disturb him. Little shockwaves from her voice permeated through the dirt, though they didn't bother him at all. He was soon asleep, his heart stopping as his mind stretched out, acting sentry to his cove.

Angelo heard the screams of pain, not from his ears, but from his mind and heart. It instantly ached, but he had no idea where it was coming from, though he knew it was nearby. There wasn't much he could do, though. Daylight was soon to be there, so he had to retreat back to the mountains for the time being. But when night fell again... he had a new search.

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The daylight soon fell again, and Mikhail came out from the ground. He didn't even bother with the change of face he had before, showing his true figure as he went out into the cavern that Isabelle was locked in. "Well, well." He said in a rather lazy drawl as he strolled slowly towards her. "I am feeling rather hungry. I think I will just sate myself..." He was upon her in seconds then, repeating what he had done the night before: biting her neck and nearly draining her, then feeding her his own blood.
 
Isabelle closed her eyes and took in deep breaths, trying to cope with the burning that started. Sometimes it would help the burning other times she would just feel like crying. For hours on end the burning would never stop, it was still going through her system. at the moment what was hurting the most was her collar bones, when ever she took in a deep breath she would feel a stabbing in her chest.

Some where along the lines she passed out from the pain, the only bad thing was is that she was still burning and that made her have nightmares. In this one she was running while trying to look for something, or some one. She didn't know what but she couldn't find it. All the doors she looked in, all the corner that she looked around. Nothing but things that would hurt her and things that she hated.

She lifted her head and her eyes opened slightly. She saw Mikhail and her eyes opened more. Him, it was him that had caused this pain with in her. She moved a little bit and struggled. But she stopped as soon as she started because his fangs had once again sunk into her and drained her. It was the same thing as the night before. And the pain was once again as strong as it had been the first night. How long was this going to last? She didn't know but she wanted it to end right now. But she doubted that any one knew that she was gone of even where she was.
 
Mikhail had just finished feeding her his blood, licking his wrist closed when something big and a little bright zoomed by the two of them, knocking Mikhail over, onto the beach but still in her line of sight. Mikhail hissed as he sprawled back onto his feet, bending over slightly in a combative posture. About 20 feet away from him, closer to Isabelle that Mikhail was, stood Angelo.

Visually and mentally, Angelo was everything that Mikhail wasn't. He was slightly taller, his hair a light brown compared to Mikhail's black hair. His body was toned and fit, not lanky. And his face... it wasn't the gaunt look of undead, but the natural sharp and smooth skin that would grasp at anyone that look at it. But right now, his face held a hard edge, his blue eyes peering deeply into Mikhail's red ones.

The two simply stared each other down for a long minute before Mikhail jumped up into the air, taking flight. "I am not losing my life over a... woman!" He was gone after that last vehement word, and Angelo went back into the cave. This was where he felt the screams of pain coming from, and he saw the woman that was against the rocks, tied down. He easily ripped the shackles off the rock wall, getting them off her wrists before picking her up in his arms. "It's ok... I'm not going to hurt you."
 
Isabelle closed her eyes as the light flashed"Whats going on?" she said quietly. The pain in her chest seemed more fierce than before. She opened her eyes and looked at the new male that had just interrupted her captor. Since she was still a bit dizzy from him drinking her blood she couldn't quite grasp the new mans looks or why he was here.

She gasped quickly and her whole body flinched. "Ahhh!" she she nearly screamed. But as the rest of her it was to the pain she was in. This new man walked towards her and for a moment she thought that he was also going to drink her blood then give her some of his. So she shut her eyes closed and tried to think of something that would help numb the pain. But instead she could feel her self be broken free, and her wrists. They where so sore as she moved a hand to her wrist. It was throbbing, both of her wrists where rubbed raw.

When he had picked her up she looked at him. Her green eyes searching his face, he seemed like something out of a book. Like something she had always read about. Isabelle nodded as she heard him say that he wouldn't hurt her. As if anything could hurt her any more than the pain she had felt with in the past two days. She took a deep breath, she didn't really know what to say but she felt as if he had just saved her from an awful fate. "T-thank you." she said wearily.
 
He took a look at her wrists, but at the current moment, there wasn't anything he could do for her, not there. Mikhail could be hiding anywhere, waiting for the opportune moment to strike at him. So Angelo quickly left the cafe with her, taking flight in a similar manner as Mikhail had... but it was more serene instead of ominous to her emotions, at least. He was heading towards the mountains, where he held a estate that was impregnable.

The two of them passed through the front door, the door closing behind him as he led her downstairs, then into the mountain itself, where he rested. The room was pitch black, because he didn't need light to see. But to ease her tensions, candles lit up, dozens upon dozens of them, lighting the whole cavern. It was large but rather bare, making it look bigger than it really was. In the middle there was what seemed like a bed of some sorts, but it didn't have a head or foot board. It was on that that he laid her down and did a quick assessment of her outer injuries.

"You're wrists will feel better in a day or two." He said softly as he looked for anything else that was obvious. He himself was currently ignoring the newfound emotions and feelings that he was having, too panicked as he looked over her. His eyes closed, and she would feel warmer as his spirit entered her body, looking for anything inside. It was less than a minute before he was thrown out of her body. He knew she had two exchanges with his brother. But that didn't matter, he had to help her.

"There is only one way I can help you." He said softly, his eyes focused on hers. "It will change you to the core, who you are physically. It will hurt, a lot. But you will most likely die if I dont."
 
She slowly came into consciousness. She knew that he had saved her and know he was looking over her. She was happy at that and she looked at him and a small smile. She wanted to thank him, but at the moment she couldn't Bring herself to do so. Within a moment she started to feel warm, But she wasn't cold enough to be cold in the first place.

She looked him in the eyes and bit her lip. She nodded. "It is painful, sometimes I want to cry and scream out loud." Right now her pain was there but it was not as much as it was before. "Do you know how long this pain will last for. I Do not care about the change, but I do not want to die. I just want this pain..." She didn't finish her sentence, because a quick jolt had hit her. Her eyes clamped shut and she ground her teeth.

Her hands moved to her chest and they gripped her shirt. It was painful again. She curled to the side and Let out a gasp of pain, her breath was a little faster now. Isabelle let out a grunt of pain. She didn't know how to deal with it, she hated it. She wanted it to end all right now.

She barley opened her eyes and she looked at Angleo, she wanted to call out to him but her voice didn't work at the moment. He breathing once again quickened trying to get more air into her system, but it didn't work. She closed her eyes once again, she need to calm down, she couldn't panic right now. She just couldn't.
 
It appeared that Mikhail had taken a lot more blood than Angelo had suspected, so she wasn't too far from becoming what him and his brother were, at least on the fundamental level. He took her easily in his arms, laying her back straight and moving a little closer, bending down. "This will feel... different. And afterward, you will feel a pain that you have never felt before. It will last a long time, in fiery waves... But you will live."

His head bent down, and his lips soon grazed gently against her neck. He kissed softly against her vein, before his fangs grew and bit down. It was almost entirely different than when Mikhail bit her, it wasn't a dagger of pain into her neck. Instead, it was a rather dull burn, a mix of pleasure and pain that was unique that would draw her into it. He worked, letting her blood drain into him, pulling out the venom that was his brother's blood, the acidic poison of it being pushed out of the pores in his back.

It wasn't too long until he pulled his fangs out, his tongue tenderly licking against where he bit, sealing the bite. He moved the shirt sleeve up his wrist and quickly slashed it. He put it to her lips. "Drink, you need it. It will give you the energy you need to get through the change."
 
She nodded as he took her into his arms, She was already feeling waves of pain. She gripped to his shirt as the pain stayed, it was comforting to her when he was next to her. And as his lips touched her neck she took in a deep gasp of air, and again when he kissed her neck.

Isabelle let out a small squeak as she could feel his fangs go into her neck, she was expecting something painful and throbbing. But instead it was the opposite. She still felt the burn, but this time there was a sense of pleasure with pain. She liked this bite compared to the other two she had gotten. Her grip had loosened slightly on his shirt, her mind almost wanting to disappear in to the pleasureful pain.

She felt him seal her bite marks and she knew what was next, she was to drink his blood, as she did with the other one. She almost didn't want to as the last blood she had tasted was something that would make her sick to her stomach. But as she needed the strength and the energy, she opened her mouth and let his blood fall into her mouth. Taking what she could. Isabelle only hoped that the pain he was talking about, was something that she would never have to feel again. Even if she could do anything in the world.
 
Just as the bite was different from his brothers, Angelo's blood was entirely different from Mikhails. It wasn't acidic in the least, a rather sweet tinge to the normal iron taste in it. It also had Angelo's strength, giving her the energy that she would need. He let her drink long from it, getting all the energy that she would need, before pulling his wrist back lightly, bringing it to his lips and licking it shut.

Angelo held her in his arms, strong and safe, though it was only a matter of a minute or two before the conversion would start. It would be painful, the most painful thing she would ever experience. He held her tight to him, and his mind entered easily into hers from the blood that they shared. He did his best to add a sense of calm and safety as the waves of pain started, slow, but building fast.

He started to sweat himself after a while. He couldn't do anything about the pain. He could make her fall into the deep vampire sleep, though, once the conversion went far enough. And that was exactly what he was planning.
 
The blood she had tasted was different from before as well. She didn't know why. How could it? at that she was confused at. It was the same thing, he sit her, and she took in his blood. But it was the total opposite, she liked it. but as he said the pain would once again be painful, when the pain had started she was thankful that he had stayed next to her. Isabelle took in deep breaths as she felt it build, She grabbed his shirt, her fingers tightening as the pain increased.

She could feel him enter her mind but she didn't try and push him out, She reached for him in her mind and felt somewhat calmer. Now the pain was harsher, she wanted to cry right away, but didn't. Her breaths slowly became sharper and faster. A grunt escaped her lips and she knew that her eyes would soon start to water. Why did this cause so much pain. She felt much better when he held her though.

Her body jolted as she felt the sharp pain that she hated, now she would cry. A little at first, only a tear or two, but as the minutes passed the more tears came. She didn't want to cry from the pain, not in front of him. It was like she was showing a weakness to him. She just felt downright helpless, and she never liked that feeling. It was as if she was a little child, in the arms of an adult that was trying to calm her down. Every moment or so she would take a deep breath, trying not to panic, she knew that she didn't have a reason to.

'Let this pain pass quickly. please' she said in her head over and over again. The pain was all she could feel now, and for a brief moment she clutched on to him as if her life depended on it.
 
He held onto her for about a hour before he was able to take more control of her mind, sending her off to a deep sleep of the vampires. Her heart would stop, and she wouldn't feel the pain anymore. She needed her rest, and he stood, holding her still body in his arms. He carried her a little deeper into the cave, where there was already dirt dug up. He jumped into the hole, laying her down before laying down himself, next to her. His eyes closed as the dirt from above came down onto them, the healing power of the earth helping her as he fell into the sleep as well.

He awoke the moment the sun went down, and he shot out of the ground. He let her rest, knowing she would need to feed when he did wake her. So he left the caves, moving fast to a nearby farm. He was able to feed off the two people inside, and rushed back to the cave. He moved the earth off her and lifted her up. He was shocked slightly at what he saw: All of her natural beauty had magnified so much from the conversion. She had her own aura of beauty that drew him in so easily.

He moved to where she was laying down before, laying her there and going into her mind to wake her. He watched her stir, and smiled. "How do you feel?" He said softly, his eyes locked on hers and unable to move away. He helped her sit up, and sat down next to her, pulling her closer and baring his neck for her. "You have to feed."
 
Isabelle started to feel tired and eventually sleepy. She let out a yawn and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pain that surged through her. And as she started to feel more sleepy the pain that swelled inside of her numbed and soon enough she couldn't feel it. She had fallen asleep in his arms. Her fingers slowly let go of him and her breathing, heart, and mind stopped.

She slept the vampire sleep. She awoke not knowing what was going on at first. Her mind was fuzzy and she took in a deep breath of air. She opened her eyes and saw that Anglo was there, next to her. Isabelle had to smile at this. The question he had asked circling her mind. "I feel...I feel fine." her voice calm and soft. She looked at her hands, what had happened to her but whatever he did had done the trick.

As she sat up she looked at her surroundings, taking it all in. Her senses where heightened, and everything was almost like new. She once again looked at Anglo, he opened her neck to her and she nodded her head. She was closer to him and her head went to his neck, She hesitated at first. Not really knowing what to do, but she did what felt right. So she touched her lips to his skin and opened her mouth, She could feel her fangs grow and she bit down on his neck. She could feel his blood start to pool in her mouth, and she relished the taste. She drank it as she was a bit hungry. Isabelle didn't know when was a good time to stop, but when she did she thought of what he did to her. She licked the area and sealed it. Isabelle once again didn't know if that was right or not, but she felt like she should do that.
 
He felt her fangs bury into his neck, and a soft gasp escaped his lips. It wasn't like he hadn't shared blood before, but this was a truly unique thing, showing exactly what she was to him. His eyes closed as he let out a soft sound of enjoyment, his blood running through him like liquid lava; hot and spicy. A fire burned through his system, exciting his needs that he forcefully held back on. He didn't know if she knew she could, but if she got into his mind - either accidentally or on purpose - she would see that barren need in him.

She pulled her fangs out of his neck, and Angelo took a moment too long to open his eyes, trying to keep control of himself after she licked the bite closed. The sharing like that was usually reserved for emergencies and for lovers. But.. he hadn't claimed her as his yet. He would soon enough, but he hadn't yet. And this was all new to her, so he didn't want to rush it.

"Feel good?" He said, in a slightly weakened voice from holding himself back. "I'm sure you needed that nourishment after the last few days."
 
She saw something flash in her mind, It was Anglo. ''What did he mean claimed? She asked in her head, She didn't think anything of it. "Yes, it was very good." She said with a smile."Thank you. But Um I don't know who you are or your name." Isabelle said as she bit her lip. Now that she had thought of it she didn't really know what was happening, or what had happened. "My name is Isabelle." She said a slight smile on her face.

She wanted to thank him for helping her out and I guess you can say, saving her from the other man. He caused her only pain and she just wanted to die. But when he had come it was like she had found a reason to stay alive, or fight to. When he had bit her it was much different, the same with the taste of their blood. His was sweet and she enjoyed it, while the other one, She didn't even want to remember.

It made her feel like a vampire, which she was thinking that was what he was and what she had become. She knew for a fact that she never had fangs before. Isabelle had though about this before, she was crazy about them actually. She always read books about them, always wishing that they could come to her and maybe even change her. But never did she think that it would be such a painful process. That was something she would never do again.
 
"Of course you will never do that again." Angelo said in a rather lighthearted voice. "It's irreversable. You are like how I am, forever." He helped her lay back down, thinking that she would be shocked from the two revelations that he could read her mind, and the change was permanent. "I am Angelo. And sadly, you have met my brother Mikhail. He... lusted for power. That turned him into the beast you have seen."

His fingers reached up and stroked slowly through her hair. "You are in my hideout. But... I can't let you leave right now. It would be too dangerous. I wouldn't doubt if any vampire would pick you off at the first moment and claim you as his, even though, it's obvious..." He cleared his throat before continuing. "You are safe as long as you are here. I can feed you when you need it."
 
She thought for a moment, just thinking of her brother she almost shivered. She didn't want to met him anytime soon. Actually hopeful never again. Her mind went back to that topic, to claim me as his. This she didn't get. How? So Isabelle desired to ask. "What do you mean by claim me as his? Is that a permanent thing as well?" She closed her eyes, the movement of his fingers through her hair was soothing. She oddly enjoyed it. It was like he was comforting her once again.

Isabelle now knew that she was a vampire, she could never return to her normal life she once lead. She could never see her friends or family again. That saddened her, "Did you ever have to leave your friends and family like this." Isabelle said referring to him turning, like her. How old was he? she thought, his brother looked quite older than him, but Angelo. Well he seemed more human, she liked it.
 
He shook his head slowly at her thoughts. "You are not abandoning your friends and family. You can see them. But they will have to go without seeing you for a while. You can write notes and I'll make sure they get them for now. Once I find a way to keep you safe outside, you can seem them yourself, at night." His mind went to the previous question, and it brought back to his mind the molten blood, though it was cooling in him.

"Claiming you would be permanent, if you were meant for them. But there is one person that you are meant for." Her question of who would be implied, and surely she would at least feel the connection between them. "I won't let you get hurt like that again." He whispered, more of a promise to himself for her.
 
"How do you know when to claim the person. " She looked at him, her heat was slowly starting to beat faster, and she could feel butterflies in her stomach. She closed her eyes and Thought back to her family. She would have to write Adrina a not later telling her that she was going to be away in a while. Same with her work, She would have to quit soon.

"So Angelo, now that I've turned, what do I do know? I can't go out just yet. I don't know what to do. " Isabelle leaned closer into him, she actually wanted to, I guess you can say, cuddle with him. "Angelo about how old are you, I mean how long have you been like this?" She eyes opened again and her looked at him, her green eyes like deep green emeralds.
 
"You just know when you find the person you are to be with, the person you are suppose to claim." He said that in almost a whisper, his eyes closing. "You can feel it inside you, that deep connection, one that only gets deeper." His eyes opened again at her other questions, thinking for a long moment before answering.

"You do what you want to do. You go out and experience the night. The unique beauty of the darkness. But there is still evil out there, something that we fight off to keep the humans safe. You won't have to fight, though. It would be too dangerous." He laid down with her now, pulling her against him to cuddle against her, something that he felt she wanted. "As for my age, I am a little over 1000 years old."
 
She nodded at him. She didn't want to say anything to him about the butterflies just in case he felt differently, It may have been stupid on her part, but she wanted to save her self the embarrassment for right now. "Angelo. Thank you again. Right now when I'm like this, its like nothing I've ever felt. I've never had a boyfriend that would hug me, or cuddle with me, that felt like this. It always felt as if I was missing something. " She closed her eyes and put her head on his chest. She could feel heat start to raise to her face.

"Do you think that I can right a note to my room mate sometime soon. I would have to tell her that I"m going to be away for a while." She wanted to get off topic. She honestly didn't know what Adrina was doing right now, She was probably out of her mind, freaking out. Adrina might have called everyone looking for her, and the next thing you would know is Isabelle would be a missing person.
 
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