<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)      </div><hr/>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br/>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br/><hr/><br/>She doesn't understand what he means by her 'duality...' not in a purely cerebral way, though his words spark in her mind and clearly form the image.  She can feel his presence, powerful and dark, seeping out into her soul, finding the rift-- the gap between one and the other, between Marie-Eve and<i>IT</i>, a malfunctioning organ that flares with her desires and her anger.  He has it, he can feel it.<br/><br/>For this reason-- not this one alone, but a like a spark that his dominant position assumes and that her fear of his words fuels-- she tries very, very hard to understand.  The puzzlement in her eyes wrestles with the glittering silver-gleam of the feral thing in her soul, and though<i>she</i>listens,<i>IT</i>must bare its fangs.  Her irises are gone, her eyes only silvery-glinting pools of rage as her body fights, writhes with so much more power than her slender frame should have.  Whatever connection she has to the beast-- whatever strange adaptation has made her wolf so strong-- it will take his concerted effort to restrain her limbs and body as she writhes up and her face becomes a mask of fury.  He can feel that she's on the verge of transforming completely-- the horrifying shift from girl to massive, clawed, muscled beast-- but his insistence pays off.<br/><br/>The beast rears back, watching still from behind her eyes, accepting that there will be a challenge.  It holds back, and her skin cools perceptibly where his hand touches her lean, gold-skinned wrist just below the cuff of her leather jacket.  Her breasts heave and she swallows tentatively.  Her elongated canines and hardened white nails are all that he can see that remain of her beast in her physical body.  "T..." she swallows again, breathing hard, staring into his dark eyes with a hunger, an awe at what he did, however momentary.  "Teach me, please..."  she relaxes back, her arms no longer fight his grip, her breath heavy in a way that the vampire's will never be again.  "That's... why I'm here.  It... takes over."  Her eyes gleam with restrained tears.  "I don't want it to hurt anyone... like it has."  There's a flash of pained memory, of a lovely young man's body being torn apart in a red mist, blood fanning softly against white walls.  "I'll be yours.  I'll do it, any of it.  But help me keep if locked up..."