<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Damien didn’t wish to listen to her, he didn’t have a soul, the vampire hated the way she tried to make him feel things he hadn’t in centuries. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Your wrong stop trying to make me feel things”!</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> He shouted flinching away from her gentle touch. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Don’t touch me I hate being touched.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">he hissed always on the defense. His fangs gleaming in the moonlight.Damien has never meant his sire, the vampire who made him. One night he had been attacked and bitten, left for dead until rising the next night as a create of the undead.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">”My sire never introduce themself.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">He said.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">”I'm not hurting on the inside, I was a serial killer when I was turned into a vampire I enjoy killing.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> He said. Trying not to let himself feel to regret anything. Damien didn’t want to be saved and this woman was nothing to him.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">”There is nothing you can do for me, be my savior your crazy.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> He said as Damien tried to keep distance between them. She made him uneasy which was difficult for anyone to do. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“I can do what I want, I don’t need anyone and why would you care about what happens to me”? </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> He asked. Why would anyone like her care, Damien didn’t care about anything it had been like that his whole life. Vampire hunters were easy to take care of, he had been out running them for as long as he could remember. Damien laughed at her words, he wouldn’t lower himself to eating human food, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“I’m not scared of you lady, and I won’t lower myself to eating human food or letting some centuries old woman feed off me as if I was her blood Slave,”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> he said, Maybe deep down he was scared, but how could she have such an effect. Damien could tell she was serious but the vampire didn’t want to listen. What could she possibly do to him. He rolled his lovely emerald colored eyes at her parting words. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">“Yeah sure.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> He said watching her intently as he slightly shivered in fear. <a class="username" data-user-id="1083" data-username="@Moonflower3" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1083/">@Moonflower3</a> </span></b>