<span style="color: #0080FF">“Feeding agreement?”</span>BLOOD EXCHANGE?  Alice fiddled with her skirt.  She was terrified and … extremely turned on.  And then it occurred to her.  Surely her hidden lust was nothing compared to the handsome devil’s thirst.  Although it was dangerous, she clung to the idea because it was all she had.  Her knowledge of his habits and traits was limited to fairy tales, and Alice suspected the vampyr of being much more clever than herself in general as much as it pained her to admit.  But there was one thing she had that was undeniably powerful..perhaps enough to destroy him if she was cunning enough.<br/><br/>Blood.<br/><br/>A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.  She was playing with something worse than death, but as far as she could tell it was the only real weapon she had.  For now.<span style="color: #0080FF">“Tell me more about this..” </span>She turned to her new husband as the car approached their new home.  Alice’s mind raced with different ways she might expose her blood without being obvious as she let her knee graze the inside of his.<span style="color: #0080FF"> “...feeding agreement.”</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The guards reluctantly made way for the two and Motto interlaced his fingers with Cassandra’s as while he moved to exit the car.  If she made no sign of wanting him to let go, he would continue to hold her hand as they walked past the high wall and into the front walk.  It was tasteful with real grass and shrubbery, the house itself was of an old style from centuries ago but with the unmistakable hum of dust rays flickering around its perimeter.  Motto glared at it and shuddered internally.  He was going to be locked in a cage with a human.  He was clearly screwed.  It was as if they were trying to make him fail.  He had no doubt there were many who wanted the Unity Treaty to collapse, and those jerks had a hand in this damn house with it’s shrubs and lethal force field.  Cassandra’s pulse made it hard to concentrate and Motto’s hunger was still pretty raw from the blonde’s nosebleed earlier.<br/><br/>He stopped a few paces away from the front door.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “You have it way worse than I do.”  </span>He closed his eyes and frowned.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “If sh*t happens, you’re basically dead.  I just get to feast..” </span>Motto sighed.  A new realization dawned on him and he stood straight again and shot a startled look at his wife.<span style="color: #00BF40">  “But ..actually… I’ll be punished ..badly.”</span>He couldn’t bring himself to think about the horrifying method promised to him if he failed.<span style="color: #00BF40">  “So...I have it worse.” </span>He swallowed and slowly let go of Cassandra’s hand.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “They want me to fail.  I can feel it.  It p*sses me off.” </span>His black wings and retracted back into nothingness, the vampry’s sculpted torso showed only the droplets of rain that had began to spatter down.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “But you know what?  <span style="font-style: italic">We’re gonna beat them</span>.” </span>With a sudden smile, Motto swept the girl off her feet and held her bridal style.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “I saw this in a movie once.” </span>Grinning like a complete idiot, the vampyr kicked down the front door and entered with Cassandra in his arms.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/3a0JKZ9.jpg">[ img ]</a>