And the Clock Strikes Ten { Aiden }

[Angel Eyes]

Steps were taken to the upstairs, she had heard where she needed to go, the same directions that the others had gotten. She was bright enough to figure out where the room was on her own. Once she reached the room that was now hers and the young girls she would knock lightly upon the door. She would need to see about getting a second key. If she wished to sneak in and out with out the young girl knowing, it would be best to have her own means of entering and exiting. Perhaps tonight she would get the key from the girl.

Natasha gave a huff of breath when she heard the knock. Who would be knocking? She crossed her arms and gave a huff, let them knock! Then the thought dawned on her they had only gotten one key for two people, and she had locked the door, with a propel up off the couch, she would leave the tv on in the back ground. She made her way to the door, unlocking it and then glancing at the maid, stepping back. “I took the larger of the two rooms.” Hand was pointing to the room she took before flipping nonchalantly towards the other room, “That one is yours.”

The maid gave a bob of her head as she stepped into the room, looking to the girl. “Thank you.” Before she thought she would ask. “Are you going to require anything tonight?” She always asked even though the answer had yet to change. Natasha’s gaze snapped to the maid, looking her over as she closed the door to the suite, lips pursed a moment. The girl might be self centered but she wasn’t stupid. “Meeting the guy from behind the counter? Did you see his teeth?” Of course, she noticed that aspect as well, and a part of her thought that perhaps that was why the maid was going to meet him. The book she was currently reading had a vampire hero and a mortal heroine and they were in the middle of fighting their desire for each other. The maid looked up like a guilty child and gave a small nod of her head, the girl did not know of her past and her weakness for those with such teeth, but it was still there. Natasha gave the maid a rare unguarded smile, as she moved towards the couch and using her hand she pressed the back of it against her forehead, flopping down on the couch like a swoon. “How romantic!!” The maid gave a shake of her head, but she couldn’t help the grin that formed. “Tasha! You are incorrigible.” Most people did not get to see this side of the girl, and the maid did not advertise about this side of the girl, because she had seen her cut people sharper then a shard of diamond.

“So does that mean that you don’t mind if I go out tonight?” She wanted to go but if the girl needed her then the girl needed her, at least until she was sleeping. Natasha gave a shake of her head, sitting up slowly on the couch, pulling her long legs to bend at the knees and her arms moving to wrap around them. Her chin rested against her knees. “If you bring us up a light dinner from the kitchen around five….then I will stay in and just read my book tonight, maybe take a nice bubble bath.” Oh that sounded lovely to her, bubble bath, light music and her book. “I will behave I promise. Just don’t forget to take the key.” She grinned to the maid, whom would respond to the girl. “I’m going to go and take care of my clothing then I will go get us some food and be back.” That meant she was going to have quite a bit of time to work on what she was going to wear for tonight.

Later…

The clock was five minutes from striking ten o’clock. Part of her had a feeling that the man wouldn’t show. But he had to, she had taken care with getting ready, taking a quick shower, even though the car ride had been done in a air conditioning, she always felt better after a shower. Once she was out of the shower she dried herself off before slipping on matching under clothing. Making her way into the bedroom that was near the bathroom, she ducked right in, thankfully the girl was to busy reading…and she did not leave the bathroom until she had cleaned it up. Once she was in her room she would dress herself in a loose flowing gauzy teal skirt that seemed to have a mind of its own. A simple black top was pulled on with a v neck that showed off her womanly assets, yet in a way that wasn’t to bluntly obvious, her hair was pulled back before she had second thoughts and she left the brown with blonde highlights loose it fell past her shoulders towards the middle of her back. The key was taken and strung upon a black cord which she made it into a necklace. Putting it on the key would fall just above her breasts, Feet were put into a pair of sandals that were black fabric that wove up her ankles a bit, heels that were made out of something that looked almost like a natural weave.

Before she left she would peek in to Natasha. “I’m going out now…I will see you in the morning.” Natasha would give a nod of her head, before she would push up from the bed. “Have some fun.” The words were almost like a order, as she took her big plush pink robe with matching slippers and two rather large white towels and put them in to the bathroom, once the maid was gone she was going to have a nice soak, so she was getting ready for it. “I’ll do my best.” A grin was given before she slipped away.

Down all of those steps, the whole way her mind was running, was this what she should be doing her first night in a new place? Oh stop it, your not going back upstairs you only live once, and if you don’t show your going to wonder what would of happened. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs she remembered where he said to go. Using the sliding glass door she would step out, glancing as she did so for any sight of the man, if he wasn’t there she would go further into the gardens.

[Aiden]

After the maid had left Aiden had hit the bar, more specifically the black, specially bottled section of the bar that his sister kept for the guests. It had taken an entire bottle and half of another before the burning in his throat had eased off to something manageable and he could head back up the steps to his room. Damn, but sometimes he hated living in a place that was full of heartbeats - the temptation of hunger alone could drive a guy mad. Not that he wasn't already delightfully mad, but that was a story for another time.

Entering his room he pushed the door shut behind him and went to flop down on the black couch he had dragged in and set near the door. Who said the guy didn't have a sense of decoration? Besides laying on the bed when he wasn't ready to sleep was just so cliched he could have puked. There was still plenty of time left before ten and in true Aiden style he was in no hurry. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out the book he'd been reading earlier before the interruption and set to finishing it.

It wasn't until a quarter 'til nine that the half vampire finally made his way off the couch and headed towards the bathroom to get ready. A quick shower later and having dressed in black from head to toe Aiden was ready to go. Heading down the stairs the guy pulled out his trademark tinted glasses and plunked them on the end of his nose so he could see through and above them at the same time. Call the guy cautious but when there was a high probable chance of him being outside anywhere in the vicinity of the sun coming up he was going to be prepared. Besides that, Aiden thought the glasses made him look all the hotter.

By the time he reached the garden he was half an hour early. Perfect, everything was turning out absolutely perfect. Stepping out into the fresh air Aiden stretched and took a deep breathe. Hm . . it was actually kinda nice out here. Those elves of his sister's might be odd but as he looked around the place Aiden had to hand it to them: they made one hell of a garden. Walking a piece from the door Aiden staked his claim to a patch of soft grass and flopped down. Laying back, he settled into position watching the door. From his vantage point here he was close enough to be able to see if and when she came but was far enough away that the light of the door would not shine on him when it was opened. Yep, he had the place staked out.

Bingo! It was all Aiden could do to hold in the cackle of glee when he saw the woman showed after all. Ha ha! Yes! Letting his eyes roam up and down over her body from his hiding spot Aiden could feel the burning that had ebbed earlier returning. She looked delicious, literally. "I was hoping you would come." His voice floated through the shadows towards her, though he made no move himself to follow. Would she try to follow it to find him or would she turn and leave?

[Angel Eyes]

Every step that she took her skirts swirled about her legs, not enough to get in the way or hinder her steps, just a flirty little swirl. It was the type of skirt if one spun it would dance out about ones form, and that was why she had picked it up at the store. She did not often splurge with her wages on fun clothing, she figured a few pairs of pants and some practical tops were all she would need, but occasionally such a thing did happen. What did one whom had to wear a uniform need to splurge on clothing that they wouldn’t get to wear that often. But she was glad that she had taken the money and bought what she was wearing because it was a favorite outfit.

When she stepped outside and she heard the voice, it did take a moment to place the voice, she had just met the man. Lips would curl upwards because that voice meant that she was not stood up. Had that happened before? Of course it had, people had not looked past the maid’s uniform, and had played with her, saying they wanted to hang out and yet no one was there.

She could of fled inside, at that moment, knowing he was out there in the dark. But that would have been a bit silly, she saw the teeth, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t said she would meet him. And really have you ever tried to out run someone with said teeth? That was just silly. If she would have had second thoughts she would of never came out. The sliding glass door was closed behind her, and she would walk forward, towards the voice that had spoken.

Once a few steps were taken forward, the grass crunching under her shoes, she would listen to see if she could hear anything else. “Hello…You are out here!” A pause, “Any hints?” She thought to ask that maybe if he were to say something else that it would give her a clue if she was going the right way. “Am I getting warm? Cold? Hot?” You know that game right? Hopefully!!

[Aiden]

In Aiden's opinion people who couldn't look past what others wore to the person inside the clothing were fools. Just because a person wore a uniform the majority of the time did not mean they were submissive or boring or anything else. Take Aiden for example - the guy didn't wear a uniform but he did spent the majority of his time looking like a tropic island refugee, but dressing all in white constantly did not necessitate that he was good. Did that mean then he was bad? Well, that depended all on whom you talked too, although there was something incredibly arousing about being the wolf in sheep's clothing . . .

At the current moment he was being a wolf in wolf's clothing. This wasn't your conventional dinner but she had dressed well and in a moment of decision he had as well. Once she would get close enough to see him she would find he had chosen a pair of black slacks along with a deep purple long sleeved dress shirt as well as a pair of black boots. A long black jacket was worn overtop but left open in the heat of the evening.

Aiden smirked openly and if the maid had good eyes she might have gotten a glimpse of those fangs of his flashing in the darkness before they were hidden again. She had her chance to run and with the closing of the sliding glass door behind her it was gone. Aiden didn't enjoy it, but he was not above chasing a meal if that was what it came down to. If she chose to run now, well half the fun was in the chase . . and we'll leave it at that.

The childish game she was playing as she tried to find him in the dark made him chuckle. He couldn't help it - it'd been literal years since he'd played it and now here she was trying to use it to find him! It was almost a shame that Aiden didn't play fair. Almost. As soon as the chuckle slipped past his lips he was on the move. Up off the ground and circling around in the shadows of the darkness until he was almost directly behind her. Feeling playful, he leaned in closer to breathe, "Hot. Very hot."

[Angel Eyes]

One should never judge a book by it’s cover. It was a good thing perhaps that the man from behind the counter was not that sort. If he had been said sort of person she would be up in the room she was sharing with her charge, probably reading a book just as the younger girl was doing. Maybe even a fight over the bathtub or the hot water if one went before the other. But none of that was coming to pass, two females and one bathroom it could get pretty dangerous.

She had pretty good eye sight but when he smirked she was off looking the other way. Trying to catch the way she needed to go. So she would miss the moonlight glimmering off the teeth. Not fair!! The night was still young, a chase could always come…or not.

He really did have a hugely unfair advantage over her. Of course, it was the first thing that came to her mind, the game. If he was going to just tell her where he was at, she assumed he would of done that in the beginning, which he had not, so she had to take matters into her own hands, so to speak. Now when he moved and was behind her and spoke the words, his breath caressed the tip of her ear, thankfully for her she had worn her hair down. That was one of those things, triggers even, warm breath on a bare neck. She spun around, her skirt flying out, perhaps even brushing against his legs, her eyes dancing even as a smile that would be fleeting if he moved again slipping over her lips.

Part of her figured he would dance away again, the other part thought he might stay near. Either way she would have to know what he would or did do before she could react to him and what he did.

[Aiden]

She didn't have to worry about missing his teeth shinning in the moonlight because Aiden was a smirky, possibly/overly self confident guy with an ego that could rival a large state so there'd be plenty of chances to see it again. Trust me.

And it was always about the game. She was right in her assumption that if Aiden wanted found he would have been already and at the moment he was enjoying himself too much to give the game up. It was always fun to watch them squirm, to try seeing in the darkness with their weak eyes when Aiden could see everything as perfectly as if it was still daylight. And through tinted glasses at that. They were still perched onto the end of his noise and he was currently entertaining himself with looking over the top of the wired frames at her.

She had left her hair down and there was no mistaking the pleased smirk that brought on. As close as he was he could just reach out and . . if she didn't move away he would reach out to try brushing his fingers through it. He had wondered what she would look like with her hair free and now that he was standing here up close he wasn't disappointed. Now he wanted to touch. To touch and push the fall of her hair away to reveal her supple neck . . he swallowed hard, trying to placate the burning of his throat by sheer will alone. Holy gods but he wanted her!

With a slight tip of his head her attire was taken in and she looked lovely and scrumptious both. He would be sure to not ruin the dress - he was rather neat and that could be said about all aspects that concerned this half-breed. "I didn't quite get your name," He said with the memorizing thrall lacing his words as he continued to look at her from behind his glasses. It was soothing and served to draw the listener in. "Tell it to me."

People reacted in various ways but Aiden was close enough to catch an arm around her in case she started to loose her position.

[Angel Eyes]

If the man wasn’t full of himself, he wouldn’t be like most men she had been in contact with, and if he wasn’t full of himself, he very well could be the sort of man that was easily walked over. Men that were easily walked over, no matter what race they were, were rather boring. Boring was what she pretended to be but obviously she wasn’t always as she looked.

Some games were good. Some were annoying. But she was always game to try most things at least once. She wasn’t squirming, nor was she attempting to squint her gaze to see better in the dark. Knowing her limitations, she wasn’t even attempting it. Nope.

She had thoughts of putting it up, but at the end she thought that her hair being loose would go more with the outfit. It would be easily moved if need be. When he did reach out and touch the locks of hair and move through the locks his fingers would not get tangled unless he attempted to tangle them himself. The hair itself was super soft and yet very thick. The woman had a nice head of hair, if one said so themselves. Why would she of moved away from him, she had came out here willingly looking for him. That would have been silly, and perhaps later on she would play that you touch me I move away game, and maybe not.

He didn’t catch her name. That was true. “It’s because my name was never spoken.” Nor had he flat out asked it, or if he had she hadn’t heard him. But now he was, with his words, softly coming from him, with that hint of something about it, almost if it was willing her to answer him. All he would have had to do was ask her, but it worked, though could be interesting what else he would use the thrall for or if he would even need to use it for anything. But he did and it was his fault for the answer he received.. “Baby, Snookems, Sweetheart, Dear, Hon, Honey, Lan, Stan, Langston, Laggy. Oh and Bob.” It all came out rather rapidly. Tell it to him, she did, and then some.

It was nice to know that he was so close, just in case, like if she wanted, she could reach out to touch him. That was if he did not duck and dodge away. But she didn’t reach out just yet, instead her hand lifted to twist at the key that she wore around her neck, almost as if she didn’t know what to do next. Her heart was not going a mile a minute in fact, except for the sound of the beating it only sped up when he reached out to touch her hair. But that was a normal occurrence, at least she thought it was, unless one wasn’t attracted at all to the one touching her.

[Aiden]

Aiden thought that his question about her name was pretty clear. How was he to know that she needed specifics? Take into account that he was a half-bred so his power of suggestion wasn't as strong as a full blood. No matter.

As she ran through the list of names she has been he grinned. So she has been called guys names before huh? Interesting. She defiantly didn't look like a guy so either those people were blinder than bats or ... well ... this was Rhydin, and if she use to be on the other team then she had one hell of a plastic surgeon!

He didn't tangle his hand in her hair either so it ran smoothly through the strands that were smooth and thick. Aiden grinned and his two fangs were clearly visible. "Have you ever been bitten by a vampire before, Bob?" He choose that name because it amused him the most of what she had been called. Unlike the name issue perhaps it was clear enough to her now that he was, indeed, going to feed from her and even as he said what he did the hunger was driving.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to drain you dry." She was willing so why would he kill her? If she came to him once she was sure to come to him again either by her own willingness or suggestions planted in her head by yours truly.

What he thought to be a nervous reaction - her fingers messing with the key on her neck - had his left arm go around behind her and the flat of his hand press against her back to support her for later. "Don't be nervous. It will only hurt for a moment." He said as his head had moved in closer.

How considerate of him to let her know that this wasn't going to be a pain free, it would be fleeting, lasting only a moment before replaced with pleasure.
Now, after all was said and done about what he was going to do, it was time to indulge. Unless she suddenly backed out and asked him to stop. Then he would have to considerate. You didn't dangle a sheep before a wolf and not expect him to take it.

If not, then the hand that had been in her hair brushed down her neck and eased her head to her right side. His touch was on the cool side. Then she would feel the drag of his teeth moving up along her neck until he found his perfect spot and she'd feel prick as his teeth sank in.

[Angel Eyes]

Normally she would of not needed specifics, it was the thrall that he used, as he was not the first to use such on her, she was highly susceptible to it. Everyone reacted differently to it no? Just imagine had he been a full breed, things could of even had a odder occurrence.

She had been called man names before, but she had never batted for the other team. Actually the name Bob was from one of those nights out with the girls, they had all changed their names to a boys name, and Bob happened to be the only one she could spell at the time. It was when she had the glass bottle hitting the others over their heads with there new names, that Bob had came out and about, for she couldn’t leave herself out.

Her head did not move away from him. Not in the slightest, not a small jerk nothing, even as he grinned and those fangs of his, mismatched as they were, were visible. At the question she would answer him. Had she ever been bitten by a vampire. “Yes.” She did not say much about the experience, “Though I knew his name….” That bit was due to the fact that he was going to feed from her, he requested her name, and did not give one in advance. That was fine, it gave her the impression that this was a one time thing, and she had no expectations. Just because you meet a man and let him feed from you did not mean you would see him again. Her thoughts were drifting, perhaps to the man that had been in question, by the current man in front of her question.

Flutter of lashes as she lifted her gaze up to look at the man. “Why would you drain me dry?” The thought had never occurred to her, she might have been fed from before, but the thought of that had not once came to her mind. That was one of those things about letting a man you not know a thing about feed from you.

She felt his arm go around her back and support her. With him there would be pain, that would be something new as well. Perhaps it was because he was a half breed? These were things she did not know. But her head gave a bit of a nod. “It won’t last right?” For her the previous experience or experiences s it might have been, had been rather…enjoyable.

She did not back away, not even when his hand lifted to brush her hair backwards, out of his way. At his ease her head moved to the right like he tried. The feel of his teeth against her neck well, that felt…good, in its own way. That was until his teeth sank into her neck, a small cry out of pain, as her hands lifted going to his shoulders, even though he was holding her upwards, fingers pressing into his flesh, squeezing at the pain. Her expressive eyes closed. Her body starting to relax as the pain was subsiding and the pleasure was starting to take its place.

[Aiden]

If she was that susceptible to a vampire's thrall then one would think asking for her name would generate the actual thing instead of a list of pet names, nicknames, and names that were obviously more suited for the other team. No matter. Two could play at that game and being the complete and total gentleman he was, until he got an actual name from her Aiden was not going to reveal his.

As for the Bob name . . Aiden was biting his tongue, metaphorically speaking. He had never met anyone named Bob before, male or female, but in the few short minutes since he'd heard the name he'd already thought of at least fifteen jokes based off it alone.

She had been bitten before. Interesting. Now Aiden didn't normally encroach where others had marked before but being this close, taking in the scent of her, had driven the burning of his throat up another notch, overwhelming and impossible to ignore. Now was not the time to get picky. Besides as much fun as it was to break in the virgins they had a tendency to scream and at the moment he had neither the time nor patience to deal with any of that.

Speaking of being broken in . . her question of just why Aiden would drain her dry made him pause and stare at her with a lifted eyebrow. When you tangled with a beast there was always the possibility of it going to far, whether by choice or sheer accident, and unfortunately that applied to a potential meal. Aiden himself was the type that tried to avoid killing his meals, but sometimes things just couldn't be helped. Just ask the poor maid who had the unfortunate luck to stumble across his path in his younger days. . . At any rate, her having been marked before Aiden assumed she would have known the dangers and chose to respond with a predator's grin, "You might just be irresistible."

You cannot have pleasure without some degree of pain and Aiden's bite would serve just that. "Shhh. ." Whispered in a breath across the heat of her neck as he sank his fangs in slowly, stretching out the pain and increasing the pleasure. After the initial sting of his fangs piercing through her flesh the pain should have receded into a pleasuring tingle throughout her body. Aiden could feel her relaxing against him and the hand that had moved to her back flatted out to support her.

Aiden was definitely on the pleasure side of this arrangement and starting to relax himself. Taking her blood in long pulls, he was like the cat sipping milk and enjoying every moment of it. She was delicious.

[Angel Eyes]

Oh, but her name was there, in that whole jumble of names. She was a babbler when it came to the thrall, just imagine if he was a full blooded vampire that was superior in his thrall use? Oh he would of had every single name she had ever been called, as it was he just got the one's that were more recent, and those that were used more then a handful of times.

Bob was a great name! How many other names could you spell forward backwards and forwards? Not to many! And she was rather partial of it, even if it had come from a drunken night with some girlfriends, she was the one with the special name, the other three girls were all George. Kind of like how George Foreman named all of his kids after him. Bob named her friends George..all of them. The hitting each other in the head with a empty bottle to christen the new names wasn't their brightest idea either. But neither was it there stupidest.

Ah, but the other was gone, and the situations were different. It had been a long time ago, on her own sweet sixteenth birthday, she had gotten quite a surprise. A year, she was with him, for a full year. He never once came close to draining her, nor had he ever even brought up changing her. It was for the best, because at sixteen whom would wish to change into a immortal being if they really sat down and thought logically about it. It was not a good age to be stuck at. But she didn't want to think about him, it would only bring sadness. And they were rather close to the inn, that a blood curdling scream could very well cause someone to peek out.

When he answered that question, she only blinked, she really did not think about that. She had never thought about a vampire not being able to stop if he wanted too, no matter how good the blood might be. And she had always trusted the other, that it was perhaps to late for her to have second thoughts about trusting this one. But something told her it was safe....life lessons were better learnt when one was still alive to learn them.

Her head was tilted to give him better access to her neck, as her head tilted, the hair fluttered down to the other side. Out of the way. As the pain that had pierced when he first sank his fangs in, turned to pain, a small moan would escape from between her lips. One of those sounds that you make and don't even realize that you have made it. Her body was pressing back against the support that he was giving her with his arm. It was good that he was there to support her body, because otherwise there might of been a mess, when she slank away from him. Which it did not do. Lids fluttered as they closed, her mind going off with the feel of pleasure. Her right hand moved to grab a hold of the man to help steady her. Perhaps it was the moment, of pleasure but part of her wanted to hear her name, and in her subconscious mind it told her that he just might repeat it when he was done if he knew it. "Langston."

[Aiden]

Her name was actually Langston? If his mouth hadn't otherwise been occupied Aiden would have been busy revisiting that 'helluva good plastic surgeon' crack again. It wasn't that he was a rude guy, but c'mon. How many hot females have you met named Langston? Even taking in the oddness of Rhy'Din this half-vampire thought it was a stretch. Or perhaps it was an Earth thing and where she grew up naming your daughter Langston was as common as naming your son Christine.

It was late to take into reasoning that Aiden was a vampire that she could trust - in retrospect she didn't even know his name - so who was to say that he would be the kind and considerate vampire that she had been with the year of her birthday? Absolutely nothing. He said he wouldn't drain her dry and one thing she would be able to say about him later was that he wasn't a liar. He wasn't going to drain her dry, she could be useful down the road, but this half-breed had quite the appetite.

Fresh blood always gave him a euphoric feeling and he enjoyed reveling in it especially when his meal ticket happened to be willing; and feeling the fight go out of a person who kicks and screams against his actions awakened the more 'beastly' nature of his kind.

His hold grew tighter around he but not in a painful way as they were massaging and caressing her skin with the cool of his touch. A coldness that would start to ease as he took a long pull from her neck. The feeling of her blood coursing through his system made his dealing with her seem of lustful intent and he kept track of the beating of her heart to make sure she wouldn't be in danger. Connection of this type he would wonder what her thoughts were on as he looked for them in her blood.

Another significant drink was taken from her before he lifted her in his arms to cradle her and his teeth pulled from her neck. The average person would feel woozy and weak from the current loose of blood but perhaps she had vast amounts in her body? Aiden wasn't done yet and if she had any doubts about her fate with him - and if she was able to protest - now may be a good time to state them as his plan was to lay her down across the stone table further in the garden and he was already dragging his bloody fangs from the bite in her neck and across the exposure her V-neck shirt provided.

[Angel Eyes]

Her name really was Langston. Obviously the man did not watch the soap opera One Life to Live. Maybe he should check that out and see, the female on the show was not very manly looking, such as the maid. If he would of made a good plastic surgeon remark before his teeth had found a home in her neck she would of turned on one of those pointed heels and walked back to the Inn. She had been accused of not being natural, when she was, and it was a sore spot.

True, she didn't know his name, and perhaps that should bother her. But it didn't. Maybe if she had expected something to come of the night, but she had no expectations, not saying that couldn't or wouldn't change but that was the truth. Living for the moment. If she had been working it would of been a different story.

Her heart was beating at a slightly higher rate, though it wasn't slowing down, nor was it going to fast. Thoughts they werent to hard to decipher, for her, it was about pleasure. The feeling even if she would end up feeling worn and dizzy, was not there, instead it was rather pleasurable. Of course, to say that the thought of his name did not cross her mind, would be a lie. But it wouldn't be voiced. Her nerve endings were standing picking up whatever bits of pleasure they could. Her charge and her duties were the last things on her mind.

When he lifted in his arms, she went easily enough, there would be no resistance from her. When his fangs slowly released her neck she would make a small protest sound. Much like a lover when they felt they were going to be neglected, even though her eyes were closed. Did she feel weak? Yes she did, though she wasn't quite as weak as a new born kitten, she was very far from being at tip top shape. Hopefully he was the sort that would help her at least to her floor so she could get sleep, and not be left outside at the whim of whomever slipped past. Another thing she did not check about before this started. Eh well. Time would tell and maybe it would be a good lesson for her to learn, the hard way. Though if she learnt the hard way hopefully he wouldn't assume to drink from her again.

Not a single protest save the one of when he had left her, would be forthcoming. She was much like a doll in his arms, her arm that was closest to his form would move up slowly her fingers pressing lightly against his back, before dropping across the back of his shoulder, looping around. The feel of his teeth sliding over the bare flesh to the exposure of the v of her shirt, caused another small noise to escape from her, fingers on the hand that were up around his neck and shoulder would press into him. If he had expected any protests he wasn't going to get them, she did not feel that her life was in danger and that would be the only protest she would have of the night. Something about him had seemed...trustworthy. So if he took them over to the stone table in the gardens that's where they would be going.

[Aiden]

Aiden had never watched a soap opera in his life. Contrary to popular belief Aiden was not well acquainted to things of a modern nature. Sure he knew what the main things were like a television and telephone, but did he use any of them? Absolutely not. Television he had no patience for and who did he need to call when the one person he'd spoken to more than anyone else in several years lived in the same place as him? Case in point, he didn't need technology save for the metallic, dragon scale green Ipod that was upstairs in his room.

And if she didn't have any expectations who was to say he had any as well? Aiden liked having a convenient meal and having her in the same building would be more than that but if she didn't hold any expectations of this meeting then she sure could bet there weren't going to be any coming from his direction as well.

Would he neglect her? She was in his power, in his arms and very much in his control. He could do what he wanted with her and perhaps that fact should cause her to be afraid. Aiden had not told her his name, nor what he was planning to do with her save for telling her he would not kill her in the end and even that could depend on whether or not he was someone to be trusted. Did she trust him?

The walk to the stone table was a short one and Aiden carried her there without any effort. The table itself was a short, squat thing that was barely two feet off the ground at it's height. In the moonlight it shone an eerie gray to which Aiden immediately found it perfect and bent to lay her down upon it.

Now that he had her laid out like a feast before him Aiden took a moment to stand back and well, gloat. The feeling of her fresh, warm blood pooling in his stomach left him feeling high as a kite and just as cocky. He was feeling pretty damned good and he'd be stupid not to make it last, especially with her laying like that, and one thing Aiden was not was stupid. Grinning depravedly he leaned down and carefully turned her head to the side before giving back into the beast of him and sinking his fangs hard into the opposite side of her neck.

[Angel Eyes]

Well, if he had, he would know it. It wasn’t that she was a former man, but if she was, you can bet people would have been lining up at her plastic surgeons office. Names were a interesting thing were they not? Many people had a perceived notion on a name on if it should be a male or female or what the person should be like due to a simple name that was given to them upon their welcoming moments into the world.

What sort of expectations could one of have of a man that she did not even know his name. Except he wasn’t going to kill her. That was her full thought on that. Was she open to new things, obviously she was, or she would of never made arrangements to meet him. Or she would of ran in the beginning.

True she was helpless and in his power and control. Oddly that thought would trickle through her hazy mind, and it would excite her just a bit. Was there any visible signs? If so they were well hidden with the clothing that she was wearing. He might, just might because of his hearing, hear a soft moan type sound. Eh whatever happened, happened, if he left her out there maybe it would be the beginning of another adventure, if he dragged her inside the in and deposited her on the floor inside the door, maybe something could come of that as well. The only trust she had was that he wouldn’t kill her.

When he laid her upon the table her skirts would hang off the one side, her body easily positioned. When he turned her head, and sunk his fangs in again, another sound slipped out. Her body jerked slightly, but she was rather limp, due to the previous taking of blood added with the new suckling of her blood. Her blood must be rather tasty. By now Aiden might even realize that she wasn’t completely human, due to the blood he was getting, though it might not effect him as it would a full blown vampire. She was part Fae, but she wasn’t aware of it, it was just streaming through her blood lines.

A slow smile was curving across her lips, even though she wasn't looking at him, with her head turned to the side. Her eyes were closed lightly as if in a sleep, her cheeks were a bit paler then when she had come out the first time.

[Aiden]

When it came to names Aiden really didn't have much to talk about, especially when taking into consideration his real first name. Yeah sure, it was a fitting male name, but when you ended up being named after an angel of death, well that had a tendency to get you labeled as well.

As for what he was going to do with her when he was done claiming her as a snack, well that would depend. The real question wasn't whether or not he would leave her here outside in the elements or carry her back inside, it was what the depending factor would be in deciding the answer. As for the current moment he couldn't say either way.

For the record Aiden had excellent hearing so the soft moaning sound she made did not go unnoticed and perhaps she would be able to feel the twist of his lips against her neck in a parody of a smile. He might have even made a sound himself if he wasn't committed to his current position. Ever try to groan or whatever when you've got blood pouring into your mouth? It wasn't impossible but damn messy and Aiden was something of a neat freak.

Saying her blood was tasty was an understatement. A HUGH one if you asked Aiden's opinion. He had really thought she was a normal, run-of-the-mill human but the more he drank from her the more he was starting to realize how wrong that assumption was. He'd never actually had Fae blood before and in hindsight that was probably for the best because as he got a taste now he found it quite irresistible. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before and he wanted more. He sucked down harder and began taking her blood in deeper gulps. More, he wanted more.

[Angel Eyes]

His real first name? She didn’t even know his fake first name! So he had a few up on her, for he had her real name, and many of her nick names. One shouldn’t label a book by its cover, nor a person by their name, but it was bound to happen, often.

She would not be thinking about the sounds that were escaping her. And she would be glad that they were not coming from him, for the thought of being covered in one’s own blood, after it was in someone’s mouth just wasn’t a turn on. In fact that might have had her unwilling to offer herself up as a snack ever again!!

She could feel the twist of his lips upon her tender flesh, her neck was arched just so, and her lids were still closed over her gaze. A deep breath was taken, audible.

Tasty blood could be good in small doses for the one that it belonged to, for the on drinking it was probably like a milk chocolate fountain would be to her. Dangerous. As it was no thought came of trying to stop him, until he started taking deep gulps. A noise escaped from her throat, like a “eeee“, that still ended with a bit of a moan, because of the waves of pleasure. But something had gone off in her head, and her hand lifted and pressed against his chest, though she didn’t have much strength, she could only hope that he would feel the light pressure. Her voice creaked out at the same time as the light push. “Stop…oh…my….please…more…no…” The words were laced with pleasure, and perhaps a hint of weariness.

[Aiden]

Hey it wasn't his fault she didn't know his real name! Okay, it kind of was but give the guy a break here! He was a little occupied at the moment and seriously, when you got your teeth and lips attached to a girl's neck and veins it was not the time to get into the whole 'Hi! My name is . . .' spiel. Perhaps if she was lucky she would get a name after everything was said and done. . . . Perhaps.

Oh, and speaking of the whole real/fake name thing he had going on? The name he was going by now just happened to be his given middle name so there wasn't anything fake about it! 'Course since she didn't know it, it hardly mattered, but hey, give a guy points for pointing it out!

When it came to blood tasty and dangerous went hand in hand. Such was the line they were walking now with her wanting him to stop and he wanting more. That's why her pleas and the light pushing she was doing went wholly ignored as he bit down harder and sucked greedily. Good luck getting him to let go.

[Angel Eyes]

It was totally his fault! He could of given some sort of clue. A hint. Hi I am blah blah blah and tonight your going to be my main course, or was she his dessert? She had been told she was rather scrumptious, perhaps she should of came with a warning label, not that she knew that it was that way for other vampires then the one she had given her blood to first. Either way, he never gave it, she didn’t think to ask, so she didn’t have it. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t, it would not change this outcome but it could change a future meeting.

The guy was wanting to earn points hm? That could prove to be a interesting thing indeed, very interesting.

But he knew it was there, even if he wasn’t acknowledging the fact that she had pushed lightly against him, and her words were a bit confusing no doubt. In that moaney sort of voice she had asked him to stop and not stop at the same time. But she was getting even dizzier, and she knew she had to get him to stop before she passed out, she was almost at the point. In fact she cried out, her voice was husky but it was obvious, that it was also a bit of pain. “You have to leave me some!” Her hands both lifted to push, right before she fainted, right then and there, her head falling back, even as her arms lowered, fingers open, back Her lids were shut, lightly like she was sleeping, her breathing was labored, but it moved more to a dream like stance.

[Aiden]

Dinner was no fun when the meal suddenly passed out in the middle of it. That's why when she passed out Aiden reluctantly hit a pause in his gorging of her blood and pulled his fangs out of her neck. Wasn't much point of going on when she wasn't awake for it; Aiden liked a little challenge with his meals at least.

So what was he going to do now then? Gloat, what else? It wasn't really his fault that she was laying there before him like the remains of a Thanksgiving dinner, okay yeah, it kind of WAS his fault but no matter. She was there and he was there and like it or not since she was out cold he was taking a moment to step back and admire his handiwork.

Lucky for her the admiration part lasted about ten seconds because really, how much ogling can you do to a body without resisting the urge to dig in for another bite? There was only one thing to do and bending over he scooped the maid's limp body into his arms and headed for the inn.

There would be two things the woman would be able to say about him later: the first being he had not lied and killed her, though hopefully she would ignore the fact that he probably came close, and the second would be that he had no left her out in the cold for someone to come stumbling across in the dark.

Once inside the building Aiden would head to the stairs and to the woman's room, uncaring to anyone who may have seen him carrying a body around. This was the home field advantage to picking up meals at the check-in desk, he knew exactly where her room was. That's where she would be left too, right on the floor in the hall directly in front of the door of her room. And before you ask he didn't leave her in a crumpled up heap but rather laying out nicely on the floor, almost if she were sleeping. That's what it'd look like at least until people saw the bite marks on her neck, but Aiden had done as much as he wanted too and he wasn't covering the marks up. A quick tap tap tap on the door and Aiden was outta there! No need to hang around and see who came to the door, he was sure he'd hear the screaming down in his room anyway.

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