(Alright, I got the forum moved. Hehe)<br/><br/>He noticed her twinge of fear that flecked her eyes. Slowly looking down, he let his tired eyes fall to the bed sheets as his hand slowly fell away. He sighed, waiting for her to leave but her actions surprised him - more than anything - at how easily she complied. She didn't leave, but he suddenly thought she was over thinking this and she only stayed while he waited, as if he anticipating an awkward silence before she left. He was beginning to think she was waiting for him to pass out.<br/><br/>When he opened his eyes and looked up, he noticed a flash of color filter over all other objects and then she was gone, out the door. Feeling that was probably better than her staying, he slowly started to drift away until he heard the clank of glass. Again, he opened his eyes, looking up from the sheet to her at the beautiful brunette before him. Her hair looked so soft and he hungered for it, but the sudden wafting smell of alcohol burned out her scent and made him cringe at how it burned his eyes.<br/><br/>"No," he grumbled, glaring at her slightly as he groaned, trying to pull himself up off the bed. As she lifted his arm he was steadily trying to jerk it away but her cold hand made him slow and suddenly his body stilled. He stared into her eyes, his mind contemplating that one thing again until the burning started.<br/><br/>Fangs pierced sharp air as he yelled out and snapped his jaw shut, crying between his teeth as she cleaned his wounds and his jaw throbbed horribly. If the pain was magic, then it was strong, piercing at his body like a hundred tiny knifes. "Stop!" He snarled, burying his face in the pillow to snuff out his growls. When it finally ended, he felt like hours had passed and he looked up only to have a cold cloth met his jaw and he hissed.<br/><br/>"I could do away with all this pain you've caused me," he told her, biting back a snarl, as he kept his eyes closed. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling she wasn't looking at him and he felt he had enough strength to grab her wrist and stop her. "It's not helping unless you do it right," he murmured, rolling his eyes as he tried to shove aside the pain. He let her go, though, and allowed her to step away from him. Armas only watched, sitting up as he watched her wander to the opposite side of the bed. He didn't grab her, although he was tempted, but the moment she crawled beside him.<br/><br/>He waited a moment, but grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. His body screamed for him not to, but he didn't care. The thought of her being so close drove him nuts when she pushed his pain limits. "Do you really want to know how to help me get better?" He whispered, his eyes cast down on the back of her neck as he licked his lip, closing his eyes as he smelled her again. She was so close now, the smell of medicine mixed in with her features, but this time it wasn't as strong. No, her smell was almost overpowering now. Intoxicating him...<br/><br/>Armas squeezed her tightly, his arm trembling a little as his heart picked up in speed. He kept his body at rest though and only held her. "If I tell you though... Will you still want to help me?" He asked, opening his eyes slowly again. He blinked once, breathing in and then out as he watched her from behind for any sign of strugle, a tremor, shake, or even a shudder of her body in response to him.