I can smell the fear slowly sliding away and I can't say I don't miss it already. Cade has youth on her side though and I know what that does to wolves. They feel invincible, like they've got their whole lives left to live. Well, I've ended enough lives to know that no one lives forever, that is, unless you're immortal like yours truly. When I make a comment about her bravery, she narrows her gaze, dislike obvious in her dual colored eyes, Okay, so she doesn't like me putting it in her face that she's no threat to me. I'm sure that much is obvious but what can I say? I've gone for more than 1000 years living off of fear. Why would I stop now? I learned long ago to look after number one and number one alone. Godric taught me that. He was my maker, the one who turned me and taught me how to live in the moonlight. He taught me how to survive, how to feed, how to fight. He taught me everything I know. Best of all, he taught me how to think before I act, something I wasn't known for before my mortality got ripped away.
I won't say I miss it though, just being average, normal, alive. It was boring. I had no purpose. I just lived because it was better than dying, that is, until Godric showed me just how fun being dead could be. Godric gave me purpose and now I'm having the time of my life. I feel nothing when I don't want to. It's like a switch that I can turn off anytime I want to, the feelings. I don't have to feel guilt, betrayal, sadness, or even love. Definitely not love. That would ruin everything.
She stays silent through my deadly threats, something I hadn't expected. She'd been so quick with the witty comments that silence is actually more impressing. Maybe she'll keep her life yet, but I can't help but continue to tease the thought of her neck under my fangs. I won't say that I don't like the outside that I'm looking at too. Cade is young, yes, too young to be fantasizing about but it's not like I haven't been with wolves half my age, or rather one quarter of my age before. Got to have companions sometimes, right? To feel that familiar warmth against my side, to look into someone's eyes and see nothing but trust. Of course I'm not a trusting type. I don't trust anyone but myself and that will never change. Godric taught me that. He taught me that the moment you trust someone with your life, they'll be damned sure to take it away.
Cade is quiet for a moment longer before she raises a brow, taking another moment or more to study me before she starts talking. I watch her with a serious expression before I smirk, raising a brow myself now. Who doesn't? And everyone has a favorite color. Maybe you just haven't seen it yet to know. My eyes get a mysterious gleam as I figure out where to go from here. She's noticing all the questions but who am I to tell her why I'm asking them if I don't even know myself? Okay, so I'm interested in all the crimson colors. How did they get that bloodline anyway and what is it doing here in Blossom? What are they hoping to accomplish? These are the questions I really want to know.
I watch Cade's face for a little while longer before she suddenly does something surprising and a little more than on the stupid side. Leaning forward, she runs her tongue across the surface of my sensitive nose. My reaction is instantaneous. I coil my back legs and launch forward with all my bulk behind me. Turning my neck and head to the side, I snarl and drop my shoulder right before impact, aiming to ram my shoulder right into the center of her chest. If it succeeds, it would probably knock the wind out of her, give her chest a good bruise and push her to the ground or at least make her stumble a little. I put all of my weight in the push after all and she's got nothing on my body mass. Even if she has time to react, I'm sure to be quick enough to make contact with her body, whether it's her side or the side of her chest and it would definitely still do some damage since I put everything into it. I was just going to grab her neck or something but for some reason, I'm wanting to keep marks on her to a minimum. After all, if she is related to the Satanicans, I wouldn't want to piss the head honchos off by biting their daughter.
This will get her attention anyway and teach her about lines that should never be crossed. Snarls rip from my throat and I hold my ground right in the spot where I would be after hitting her. My lips are pulled back, revealing my fangs, saliva dripping from the tips as I watch her through raging eyes. Finally I shake my head, calming myself as the bristled fur slowly smooths back down. Finally I chuckle and look back at her, thought there's still anger in my eyes. Never...do that again. I whisper through gritted teeth. Once she's gotten back up or whatever and gets to a spot where she's comfortable enough to talk, she turns back to me and confirms my suspicions. So she is Satanican. I regain my smirk as she keeps talking, a little excitement sinking into my eyes this time. Vengence. Finally, something I can understand. No, I don't think I'll bite you... I come up alongside her, whispering as I gaze into her eyes. But someday you might give me a little taste.
I flash my fangs at her in a grin, eyes glinting. Finally I look off over her shoulder, heaving a soft sigh before I look back at her, eyes showing nothing but quiet innocence. So, you going to show me that way or should I hunt them down myself? No sense in keeping your mother waiting. I slowly lick my lips, teasing her now. Maybe her mother will like me a hell of a lot more than even she thinks. I do have a way with the ladies, after all. Who doesn't like a bad boy?
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əric
so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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