Jose
*Soon, the macen would feel the elf's hands explore her body. How long she had waited for someone to touch her again; ever since Ale had left, she yearned to be embraced, to be cared for, for someone to quench her deepest passion.*

*As Lucien easily picked her up, she obliged, wrapping her legs around him. Hoisting herself up, she was now free to do whatever she wanted with the vampire.*

*The night continued on, with Lucien's aura soon completely enchanting the woman. The vampire's fangs soon found themselves in her neck, and Katherine gasped. Not in shock, but in pleasure. She enjoyed it. What was once something she hated, she now found pleasure in, letting out a noise that would tarnish her reputation as a New Sunlight member should anyone hear it.*

```Fade to Black.```

*It was morning. The two lovers were embraced on the forest floor, clothes ruffled, some strewn about. Katherine woke up once the sun hit her face. The first thing she felt was bliss. Finally, after so long, someone else to be with.*

*The next thing she felt was crippling guilt. Sitting up, she looks down at her palms. How could she do this? Betray Aleksander like this? He had promised to marry her, __taken her last name__. And now she was having a one night stand with another man.*

*Tears slowly began to well up in her eyes as she came to realize what she had done.*
Henry
Lucien came to his senses soon after Katherine awoke. A smirk twisted its way apparent on his face as he remembered the indescribable adventure from the night before. He turned to observe the woman, only to see her in a state of regret. That was when it all came back to him. He recalled that in the midst of sating his thirsts he had often felt the golden ring on her finger. It was a message that while her body was his to savor, ultimately her heart was taken.

Nothing new under the sun, he thought. It was a night of pleasure, one after which they could both go their own ways. Or so he believed, yet an odd tingle in his chest rebelled silently... Regardless, he was certain that she had seen him as naught less but a seductive temptation. That was the only reason she would have that look in her face, the elf concluded.

Slowly he rose to a seated position, releasing a muffled, sleepy grunt. He crossed his legs in a lotus pose. The vampire closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The tree's shadow protected him from the damaging warmth of the sun's grasp.
A part of Lucien wished to embrace her, yet he assumed that would only cause her more trouble. With a click of his tongue he dropped the back of his head against the bark, eyes still shut.

*"If you see me as nothing more than a mistake, driven by untamed lust, I will understand. I tempted you to do this, after all. I'm afraid I don't see you that way, in fact quite the contrary. No matter. If you believe it'll help, I'll leave. I'll only insist that I drop you off wherever, so that you don't have to go by foot."*

The man spoke in a rather monotone voice, unlike his usual. It felt numb, dead - yet genuine at the same time. There was a different type of confidence in it, one fueled by honesty.
Jose
*Soon, teardrops fell from the woman's eyes, glistening drops falling onto pale palms and a golden ring, causing the metal to sparkle. The vampire could begin to hear sobs rise up in Katherine's throat as she looks up at her lover, her eyes watery.*

"I don't know Lucien, I don't know... Part of me wants to stay. It's been so long since I've felt this; someone else's touch, the warmth of an embrace."

*Her right hand clenches into a fist, and the woman slams it against the soft ground.*

"But how can I do this? How can I do this to the man I love, who I swore my life to?? What would he think of me, if he was here right now?? I'm unfaithful, disloyal, just a lustful bitch who can't control herself."

*Katherine throws herself at the vampire, wrapping her arms around him. Her voice is soft and fragile, almost at the breaking point.*

"Lucien, I don't even know anymore. I don't know if I should stay with you, if Aleksander is even going to come back or not, if he's even alive... I don't know what to do."
Henry
Lucien's gaze remained lowered. Parts of his messy black hair slumped over his forehead, casting a shadow that ambiguously concealed his expression. As Katherine dropped on his person, he didn't react. The elf didn't take her in his own embrace, nor did he say anything.

One would expect him to offer backing or encouragement. Instead, his cold frame remained still as she expressed her pain and struggle. She opened up to him fully. It would only be vile, by his definition, to not share with her his honest opinion going forward.

Once she finished, she could feel his cold hand wrapping her cheek rather swiftly. He lifted her face off of his icy chest, glaring deep into her eyes with his voidly gaps. He planted his lips into hers unexpectedly, sampling them with vehement affection. After that he withdrew and declared, his voice intimidating like never before.

*"**Shut up.** Hold your head up. Push your chest forth, proudly. You're trying to be strong, to do what you want. At the same time you're trying to live happily, shackled by chains of a fictional premise. I am sorry, Katherine, but I adored every damned moment of last night, and I am doubtlessly convinced you felt the same way. The way you moved... The way you begged - it made it clear to me."*

The hostile tone came with a reason. Lucien despised weakness. It reminded him of his past, when he couldn't even hold a courser no matter what he did. He was confined by his binds - he liberated himself by paying the price. *"Looking at you humiliating your own self, calling yourself a bitch... **I detest that.** You are wrong for doing as you wished? What does that make this Aleksander of yours for leaving? A bastard? No... You don't believe that. Then why do you see yourself differently? Do you not understand how delusional you are being, my dear Katherine?"*

*"The man did what he felt like doing, went somewhere for whatever reason. Judging by your tone he said no goodbye, nor did he promise in any way he would return. You are living bound by make-believe chains. That is disgraceful, it does not belong to the passionate gorgeous woman I could connect with yesterday."* Gradually he calmed and spoke more eloquently. He hoped that the previous rapid shift in his tone had made her snap - made her listen to what he explained. The elf leaned closer, placing his forehead against hers. His next whisper sounded much like a melody, perhaps soothing in combination with his scent.

*"Katherine. Listen to me, Katherine. Never. Never disrespect yourself again. Before being a hunter, before being the pseudo wife of someone gone - you are a powerful lady. Always remember that."* His thumb caressed her cheek and eventually slid down to tease her bottom lip teasingly. He wished to make her feel alive again, to remind her of the fiery force that lurked deep inside her.

*"Will you promise to do that?"*
Jose
*Lucien's touch was cold... Yet it was as comforting as a warm flame. His lips were soft, and Katherine once again melted upon contact with them, savoring every moment that they connected.*

*Once they broke away though, she was not faced with comforting words; instead, it would be the cold water that tempered her will, once soft by the heat of passion and lust.*

"I did feel that way. I did love the way you control me, the way you made me *Feel.*"

*The woman looks up to her lover, her eyes shining with the same flame as before, but this time hard as polished steel. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, and wipes away a tear trailing down to her chin.*

"I-I just can't bring myself to accuse him. But now that I've met you... I don't know if I feel the same anymore. Now..."

*The former vampire begins to come to a realization. Looking to the side, Katherine then presses herself up against Lucien, feeling his own muscled chest against hers. Wrapping her hand around his neck, this time, she pulls him in for a kiss instead. This was her choice.*

*Once the two separated, Katherine breathing hard, looked at him with a combination of lust and resolve.*

"Yes, I do."

*And then, the macen passionately lunged forward for another, pushing her lover to the floor and clambering on top of him.*
Henry
The elf was surprised. He assumed it would take more than that to convince her. It appears that even she, in her desperate state, managed to perceive through the illusion. His eyes widened as she vigorously took him with her lips, yet promptly they relaxed while he smiled.

Her gaze sparked resolutely as they looked at each other. His hands moved to her lower back on their own, caressing her partly exposed figure. Despite his calm appearance, Katherine could feel his heart racing. Could it be that he was nervous?

*"Good. I certainly hope you me—"*

His speech was cut short once she tackled him to the grass. An inaudible mutter came from his mouth, engaged with her silky red lips. She could feel a thin breeze against her skin as he exhaled nasally in a chuckle. His hands went lower, clenching tricky parts of her lower body confidently.

Once she backed up for both of them to breathe, he gawked her with satisfaction.
*"Sheesh, what a daredevil you are. Didn't even let me speak."*
His hands traversed her thighs seductively, the tip of his cold fingers tickling her sensitive skin. The happy expression on his face deteriorated. The charmer's brows sunk as he looked away.

*"I wish you stay happy, Katherine..."* The vampire retrieved his hands, raising his chest up to face her while she sat on top of him. *"I'm only a shell of the man I used to be. Hollow, empty. Now... My mind is fogged with vengeance and hate. You deserve much better."*

He remained silent for a while and then smirked. *"I'd say that despite not knowing you for long enough, the little time we've had together allowed me to thoroughly inspect you and know what you deserve."* He teased. If Katherine was attentive, she'd notice that the man often resorted to humor in situations of pain or fear. He had done the same the night before, when they discussed his curse. And even still, the looming fervor of his demonic presence still craved her profoundly - it was not hard for her to tell.
Jose
"Thank you Lucien. For freeing me."

*Katherine sits up, now mounted atop the elf. Her left hand moves towards the right, slipping the golden ring off her finger and reaching over to her clothes, slipping it in a pocket.*

"Now, there's no more restraints."

*The macen's hands would explore her new lover's body, resting on his chest. One begins to slip down below.*

"And so do you. After so much suffering, it's only right one can enjoy oneself, right? You brought this on yourself, seducing me with that sexy body and that wonderful aura. Most of all though, is your kindness."

*Katherine wouldn't allow the the two to speak any more, ravenously pressing her lips against Lucien and rubbing her body against his.*
```Fade to Black, again.```
Robin
```End of roleplay.```