<span style="color: #0080FF">“.....None.” </span>It was true.  There was no one let that actually mattered to her anymore.  The only thing that Alice wanted was her Daddy and he was dead.  It would be beautiful to punish this beast husband with something as simple as a little drama for the waiting cameras, but Alice wanted more.  Whatever the high council had threatened the vampyrs with wasn’t enough.  Her wrath would halt time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Just how did they get hell creatures like yourself to behave?”</span>Alice eyed Gregory with genuine interest.<span style="color: #0080FF"> “I suppose you might hold actual belief in this ridiculous Unity Merge Treaty...but how on earth did they get that one to behave?” </span>One eyebrow lifted higher than the other, and the beauty’s gaze shifted to Motto.  It was strange but she was glad to be stuck with Mr. Hot and Dignified rather than the actual drooling mess with wings.  ….Although what Gregory had said about cutting them to ribbons...was a bit…..interesting.  Visions of a shirtless and panting Gregory Frost came to Alice’s mind, his hair a little less neat and some grime on his face..<br/><br/>A moist sensation caused her to feel her nose.  Sure enough, the doors were opening and Alice had a nose bleed.<br/><br/><br/>***************************<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #008040">“I ...want you to …” </span>Motto’s senses were in complete disarray.  His small human wife was honey in his hand and he was enjoying every gentle throb of her heartbeat when it happened.  The smell of fresh blood.  So damn close it slapped him in the face.  He knew it was the blonde.  Motto could tell how much.. and what blood type.. and how many centimeters away she was...and he needed to do something.  He needed to taste it.<span style="font-style: italic">He had to.</span>The doors had opened and many voices poured over the newlyweds but Motto focused on Cassandra’s heartbeat.  And her voice.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008040">“Kiss me.” </span>He was desperate to avoid giving in and feeding on the blonde.  Motto hated being so weak and proving everyone right that he was no more than a mindless disgusting.. thing.  He needed something just as dangerous, if not moreso in order to distract him.  What better than.. her sweeter than sweet skin ...on his mouth?  Motto fumbled to touch her face with a trembling hand; his eyes said it all.  He needed her help too.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008040">“Please.  Kiss me.  I’m about to lose control.  I’ll...be careful.  Cassandra...help..help me..kiss me.”</span>