A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]
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				Title: <strong>A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>23-05-2008, 23:29:02</strong>
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				“Hey sugar, why don’t you come over here?”<br><br>The shout of the drunken human man and his friend’s howls of laughter was enough to send shivers of revulsion down Dawn’s back. Dawn looked over at the three men, just sitting outside the bar and drunk as could be, her bright blue eyes seemed to glare over at them as she stalked by. She didn’t say a single word, not wanting to provoke the men further, not because she was afraid for herself, necessarily.<br><br>A long taught rule of hers had always been, <em>Don’t associate with the humans.</em><br><br>Dawn walked past them daintily, her high-heeled boots clicked on the pavement as she walked by and a slight bounce in her step made her short skirts tease her thighs. Dawn had a soft, almost fragile, look to her; her body curvy in all the right places. She knew what she must have looked like to them, as she did to all humans. Something about vampire’s physical appearances lowered human defenses and could turn the coldest human male into an a drooling dog. It was like a built in defense mechanism for vampires, to make catching their prey easier. <br><br>However, Dawn didn’t “catch” her prey, and if she did all she caught was a few animals. Never could she feast on an actual, living, breathing person. Dawn didn’t like to drink “straight from the tap” as she called it. Most of the time she ordered packets of blood from the local blood bank and had a ton stored up in her refrigerator at her coven’s mansion.<br><br>Right now though, she was far from her precious coven and the mansion. In fact, she was a continent away, on a run down street in Italy, and hungry. It turned out Italy didn’t have many Blood Banks, and there was hardly any animals, due to the fact that she was in a very rural area of Italy. <br><br>“This is just great.” Dawn moaned as she walked down the street, and turned the corner, finally out of view from the men. Her tongue tapped against her resided fangs. They were so small from hunger and a cold knot of desire for blood formed in her stomach. <br><br>Dawn had no reservations anywhere to stay, and the only thing she had on her person was a small black purse that held her credit cards. She hadn’t brought anything with her because since she had an unlimited spending amount on her credit cards, for the vampires were quite wealthy, she figured instead of lugging a suitcase from America to Italy she could just buy herself some things when she got here. <br><br>She sure planned this trip to Italy out well. To make matters worse the sun would be rising in little more then an hour. She’d have to be safely in a hotel someplace before it’s toxic rays broke over the horizon.<br><br>Her eyes darted around the dark alley in which she now walked. The hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end and for some peculiar reasons she felt like she was being watched. Sub-consciously she tugged on the ends of her skirts, but it did nothing to hide more of her legs. Her crystal blue eyes did a quick sweep of the alley and when she saw no one she chewed on her lush bottom lip with one fang and then turned and continued to walk again, writing off the feeling as her imagination.<br><br>Dawn usually jumped at the sight of her own shadow even when she was with her coven, let alone when she took trips for some time to herself. In nature, Dawn was quite timid. Her coven constantly reminded her of it too.<br><br><em>When will you stop spooking yourself over stuff that really isn‘t there?</em> Dawn silently scolded herself.<br><br>Yet, she smelled a strange, foreign scent that seemed to linger in the air. Something she had never smelled before, and it most certainly wasn’t human.<br><br>♥♦♣♠<br><br>This is Dawn. =]<br>http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t255/Straykat11/vampire.jpg
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 04:10:11</strong>
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				Donavan Kane had led his pack this far into the outskirts in the hopes of finding prey.&nbsp; In other places, deer were simply not as heavily hunted and they made easy picking for his pack.&nbsp; They ran through the scrub and underbrush, pausing to howl now and then to howl at the moon, and let each other know where they were in relation to the other small groups they’d broken into.&nbsp; The earth raced beneath his paws, the air ruffled his reddish fur, and carried a world of scent to him.&nbsp; He could hear the heartbeats of his packmates, smell their scents on the air.&nbsp; There was excitement freedom – and then someone yipped and everyone froze.<br><br>There was a new scent on the air, one that gave them all pause, considering the enmity that existed between the two.&nbsp; Donavan sprang ahead, running to where the first yip was sounded, skidding to a halt in the dirt.&nbsp; He sniffed for himself; a vampire.&nbsp; The scent was unmistakable.&nbsp; He growled in his chest.&nbsp; He’d lost enough pack members, and he would not lose another.&nbsp; Donavan howled for those that hadn’t changed, and head the car start in the distance.&nbsp; He waited – impatiently.&nbsp; Then brought himself through the change until he was standing nude in the cool air.&nbsp; He was well muscled, but slender, his hair was cut short, his eyes were bright blue, and his skin was a bit pale.&nbsp; His look was striking, his eyes large and alert, his nose a tough wide, his lips were full.<br><br>Donavan dressed quickly when the car arrived.&nbsp; They were driven by the younger, leaving the real hunters to their work, while they kept human eyes on their surroundings and made sure there was always a method of extraction if things suddenly turned sour.&nbsp; He was wearing hiking boots, black jeans, and a black rollneck sweater when he was done.&nbsp; The sweater clung to him, showing off his lean form, and he did not wait to confer with the others, he ducked through the hedgerow and onto the street.&nbsp; He allowed his senses to expand slightly, catching the scent of Vampire again.&nbsp; Donavan growled, and let his claws grow, moving resolutely towards the source of the scent.<br><br><hr>Donavan Kane<br>http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff28/gimmemore2007/Jonathan%20Rhys%20Meyers/tudors-season-2-1.jpg
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 22:04:14</strong>
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				A wolf’s howl sounded in the distance and Dawn immediately froze where she stood. If her heart could beat at all, it would be pounding in her chest out of pure cold fear. She glanced down the dark street, her perfect night vision missing nothing. There was no one there, but there was something close by, she was sure of it.<br><br><em>There is nothing there. Nothing.</em> Dawn firmly scolded herself as she started walking again, her heels clicking in the alley. They were so loud, she winced, and stopped walking. <br><br>A low growl sounded nearby, and her eyes went wide, her muscles tensed. Something was out there. And that smell, that totally inhuman smell, it was only getting stronger. Whatever it was it was getting closer. Dawn had a slight stray thought of what may possibly be stalking the streets of Italy. <br><br>“A werewolf… “ Dawn whispered aloud to herself, her voice was hardly audible.<br><br>The words hung on the air like a curse, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood painfully on end. Why had she said it out loud? The shadows suddenly seemed more forbidding now. Dawn had heard tales of werewolves. Of their brutality and their anger. She heard how they killed their victims. Clawing and marring the skin. Beheading. Werewolves were a nightmare that she had never wanted to face. They were a reality that she had never had to directly deal with.<br><br>And werewolves hunted vampires. And she… Dawn cringed in horror… she was a vampire.<br><br><em>Run. Run you fool.</em> Dawn told herself.<br><br>She bent down, yanking the boots off. She loved them, they were gorgeous, but they had to go. She couldn’t run in heels any better then the next woman. She freed her bare feet of the boots, stepping lightly on the asphalt, and flung the boots to the side. <br><br>Dawn was then running. Her feet striking the ground quietly and almost soundlessly but not quite. She ran down the alley as fast as she could, fear was a small burning torch inside her. She couldn’t fight a werewolf. Her coven had tried to teach her self-defense and fighting and she was just no good at any of it. <br><br>Reaching the end of the alley, it was a dead end. The wall went up about 20 feet before it evened out and dropped off to the other side. But it was climbable. Dawn looked up at the wall, analyzing the height and the best way to climb it. She stepped backwards a few paces then ran at the wall. She jumped up, grabbing hold of a runt in the wall. Slowly she began to climb it, urging herself not to fall, because then she’d have to start all over. Dawn was about three feet from the top, 17 feet up, and shaking from the effort. The wall was completely vertical, and her muscles were so weak from lack of blood. <br><br><em>You can do this.</em> She told herself, but the words were somehow hollow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 04:31:38</strong>
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				Donavan was moving briskly down streets and alleys, following the spoor of a Vampire.&nbsp; He knew two things now, thanks to his sense of smell.&nbsp; The Vampire was a lone, and she was a female.&nbsp; He could detect no other scents, no other Vampires.&nbsp; He did not know why this bloodsucker was alone; perhaps she was an advanced scout, like an ant sent out to find food, leading the other ants right to the cache.&nbsp; Donavan did not intend for his Pack to be hunted, not again.&nbsp; He had learned long ago to stick to the countryside, and they had been forced to move when the local wolf population was impossibly thin, leaving them no place to hide.&nbsp; They could dwell in cities much more easily, but Vampires were in Cities, and while it irked the warrior in Donavan terribly, once he became Alpha, he had to think about what was best for the Pack.&nbsp; It had not been easy to go from centuries of battle to caretaking.<br><br>He paused in a cross-section and sniffed the air.&nbsp; There was something subtle in the scent, something that was unexpected, and so – he was missing what it inferred.&nbsp; He growled and followed the trail, breaking into a jog as he went.&nbsp; Donavan caught a scent at the mouth of an alley, and turned into it.&nbsp; The car carrying a couple of his younger Packmates trundled down the street, and came to a stop when their Alpha disappeared into the darkness of the alley.<br><br>Donavan could tell by the scent that he was close.&nbsp; It nearly filled the alley. He came to the dead end, and smelled the Vampire was close, the spoor very recent.&nbsp; He tilted his head, and heard something – he looked up, and then understood what the undercurrent in her scent was.&nbsp; It was fear.&nbsp; The Vampire was fleeing.&nbsp; Donavan growled, and instead of pursuing her, putting his claws to work on the wall, he decided he knew a faster way.&nbsp; He pushed himself towards changing, but stopped before hair sprouted and he grew in size.&nbsp; He felt the power of the Wolf course through him, his eyes became the glowing amber of the Wolf, his ears tapered to point, his claws became sharper, and his canines unmistakable pronounced.&nbsp; With a chuffing sound, he ran towards the left wall, and leapt.<br><br>He hit the wall and dug his claws in, as soon as he impacted, several feet up, he pushed off and leapt to the opposing wall of the narrow alley.&nbsp; He repeated the motion and moved higher still.&nbsp; Donavan could have spoken, his vocal chords were not taken from him yet, but he knew what would be more effective.&nbsp; With the Vampire a few leaps away, he growled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 06:14:16</strong>
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				<em>Almost there, almost there. Just a few more feet.</em> Dawn told herself, cheering herself on. <br><br>The hardest part was to get up the wall, and what really got her going was that if she had just found some blood earlier then she would not be having this problem. She’d have been strong as ever, and would have flown up the wall with little to no difficulty. But once she got to the top of the wall, it would be smooth sailing - or rather running - from there. <br><br>Dawn took a deep breathe, trying to stabilize the fear within her. Fear only weakened the defenses and the mind. Something she couldn’t afford right now, but just as she breathed in, she caught a big whiff of that unmistakable scent. The scent she had identified as werewolf. <br><br>Craning her neck to look behind her, Dawn saw him, standing in the alley. Her muscles tensed and locked as she looked down at the man that was just standing there, concentrating on something. One thing was for sure, he had seen her. And he would kill her if he could. Then, his eyes did something that shocked Dawn, they began to glow a deep amber color. He grew claws but no fur, and the horror didn’t stop until his teeth had grown in inches and came to points that could split steel.<br><br>She clenched the wall, on which she cling so desperately, tighter. “Oh Christ.” She whispered, her voice sounded wrong. It came twisted and deformed from fear. And then the wolf-man was running. Right for her. Right for the wall. And he was leaping from wall to wall in a blink of the eye.<br><br>Dawn looked up, there was no way she could make it. He was coming for her. He would kill her. He would rip out her throat and devour her. Then, a feral grow come from him, and Dawn locked gaze with him. Her blue eyes met his amber ones and she whimpered. <br><br>Dawn fell from the wall, she just let go, and let herself fall. She landed lightly on her feet, slightly jostled, but in less then half a second she was running again. If she had to she’d run forever, anything to get away from those glowing amber eyes and those sharp teeth. Anything to get away from the nightmare.<br><br>Reaching the end of the alley she didn’t even skid to a stop, but made a turn. She saw a car and thought to ask for help. She started to run towards it, surely a car could outrun a werewolf. Surely the people inside would let her in, would drive off, away from here. They would help her, right? And surely the werewolf would have enough sense not to chase down a car full of humans, even if she was in it as well. Dawn peered inside the car, and saw some well-built boys. They looked so watchful, and something about them didn’t come off as right to her, she stopped only a mere 10 feet away. <br><br>A breeze blew through, tossing her black hair around her face and her skirt around her legs, but more importantly, the scent from the car hit her smack in the face. Dawn recoiled visually. The scent of wolf came strongly from that car. They were… werewolves. Werewolves in front of her and one werewolf behind her that was hell-bent on catching her. A sense of despair washed over her. When would the nightmare end? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 19:14:42</strong>
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				Donavan could smell her fear now.&nbsp; It was intoxicating.&nbsp; Vampires should fear them, after years of strife, his kind had no reason to trust the bloodsuckers, no reason to hesitate in destroying them when they came into their territory, especially one alone.&nbsp; Not after everything Donavan had seen, not after he had torn away their mark, or fought against them for countless years all over the world.&nbsp; He was old, older than most, and his changes were no longer governed by the Moon; Will shaped him now, Will and Passion.&nbsp; His growl forced the Vampire to look at him, and the fear he saw told him that she was young, still steeped in the cautionary tales of a coven fledgeling.&nbsp; She whimpered, and Donavan prepared to pounce.<br><br>Time stopped.&nbsp; Everything seemed to slow down to near stillness.&nbsp; The cloud of fine debris falling from the wall as the Vampire climbed, expanded so slowly from the wall, that Donavan thought he could have picked out every red mote of dust.&nbsp; He felt something ring at the back of his mind, at the base of his skull, somewhere near his core, like a tuning fork had been struck against the inside of his skull.&nbsp; "No."&nbsp; He whispered, but he felt the surge in his belly and loins, the subtle change of her scent from something like prey, to something that made him hungry for something else altogether.&nbsp; "No."&nbsp; The word fell from his lips, but his body, his mind, all his instincts knew that the denial was useless.&nbsp; After all this time, he had found her -- His Mate.<br><br>She fell past him, and Donavan could have attacked her in midair, shredded her flesh on the way to the pavement below, and bounced up to finish her barely feeling the impact.&nbsp; He did not, however, instead he watched her fall, gracefully land, and start to sprint away.&nbsp; Donavan lost his grip, his swift ascent a product of advantageous friction and inhuman speed.&nbsp; He had stopped moving, and not slid down the wall, scrabbling for purchase with his claws.&nbsp; He pushed off at the last moment, and managed to crash into the trashbin, making a resounding clang and thud as the lids slammed shut and he dented the side.&nbsp; Donavan got to his feet, unfazed by the fall.&nbsp; He shook his head to clear it, hoping that <em>feeling</em> would pass.&nbsp; Then he remembered his packmates were watching the alley, and his heart fell, "Oh, no."<br><br>Donavan ran after the Vampire, his claws fading, his eyes returning to their normal luster.&nbsp; A part of him wondered at his fresh concern for the Fledgeling, and another stronger part of him told him to hurry if he meant to save her life.&nbsp; He was running fast, inhumanly so, devouring he space between them with frightening speed.&nbsp; Donavan hoped he was fast enough.<br><br>The car didn't even stop, the door opened, one of the young men hurled himself at the Vampire, his form sprouting hair and fangs as he moved.&nbsp; There was nothing but murder in those changing eyes, as he opened his mouth in a feral snarl, his teeth sprouting obscenely.&nbsp; Time slowed again, in that way that adrenaline charged moments do, and as the werewolf in front of her seemed sure to reach her -- another stronger growl sounded from behind her.&nbsp; Something fell heavily atop her would-be attacker, driving the werewolf into the pavement, lifting him up, and then shoulder-blocking him into the side of the car so hard it was pushed sideways and its door dented to uselessness.&nbsp; It was the one that had pursued her, looking angry as he met the ferocious stare of the other werewolf.&nbsp; For a moment, their eyes locked, Donavan and young Justin's, the latter now fully a Beast, and Justin looked away, slinking to the opposite side of the car to change back to human form.<br><br>Donavan spun on the Vampire, to see if she was still there, hoping that maybe what he'd experienced was -- a dream?&nbsp; He looked for her eyes again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 19:59:31</strong>
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				Someone in the car spotted her, one of the boys did. His eyes swept over her and knew what she was, his lips moved, and she guessed he was informing his buddies about her. She just stared at them in complete and utter shock. Almost in a sort of daze. Dawn had come to Italy for a vacation. To relax. To take some time to herself. It was ironic in a sick twisted way; she had come to Italy for peace, and she would find peace. Eternal peace. Once they killed her.<br><br>A loud crash reverberated off the walls behind her, and then she remembered the other werewolf. The one whose eyes seemed to say, ‘I’m going to kill you, and I might enjoy it very much.’<br><br>Everything was happening so fast to her, her adrenaline spiked, as she knew that this was it. Life or death. Maybe she’d get lucky and live, but luck seemed to elude her most of the time. Besides, if the wolves didn’t kill her the sun would. Either way, she was screwed.<br><br>Dawn glanced behind her, and then she saw the man, running with renewed speed down the alley. Except this time he looked more normal. His eyes weren’t that bright feral amber, and he had no more claws. Still, he ran fast. Dawn, tensed, readying herself for the impact. It was then that she realized that he was looking…behind her?<br><br>What could he possibly be looking at so intently?<br><br>Dawn spun around, her eyes searching and then found what he was looking at. Her eyes widened at the hideous sight and she gasped. If by some miracle she lived through this nightmare, which she was really doubting right now, she’d have nightmares for the rest of her life. The <em>thing</em> that was charging for her was simply hideous. Huge, hairy, with the largest teeth she had ever seen, and the look in his eyes was something beyond wild. She had never seen a fully changed werewolf before.<br><br>It was going to get her. She was terrified. Dawn was rooted to the spot with fear. It was nearly upon her when the werewolf behind her growled. The growl vibrated through Dawn, it was so strong and loud. Both their growls echoed around her, in her head. And then, suddenly, the hideous werewolf was tackled, and pushed roughly into the car by the first one.<br><br>Both of them looked so angry at each other. Then suddenly, one of them turned and just walked away. As if to say, ‘Fine, you win.’<br><br>Then it occurred to her what must be going on - or what she thought must be going on. They were fighting, because, they both wanted to kill her. Like two dogs fighting over a scrap of meat. That had to be the reason. It was the only logical reason. The only thing that made any sense at all. <br><br>The other man, the one that seemed to be the winner, or perhaps the alpha, turned to look at her. Dawn stared back at him in complete horror, unblinking, like a deer caught in headlights. The look on her face was one of fear, certainty, and revulsion. Dawn knew - or rather thought she knew - that he was indeed going to kill her now. The knowledge settled in her brain, in her stomach, like sour milk. She was going to die, and she just couldn’t handle it. <br><br>Something in her brain seemed to snap under the pressure, as the adrenaline drained away from her body. Darkness was crawling at the edges of her vision, beckoning to her. Dawn welcomed the darkness, a sweet refuge, a sanctuary, because if he was going to kill her she certainly didn’t want to be conscious for it.<br><br>The last thing she saw before she passed out was the deep color of his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 21:41:12</strong>
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				Donavan caught the Vampire girl before she hit the sidewalk without even realizing he had done so.&nbsp; One moment he was standing by the car and letting his packmate sulk, the next he'd crossed the space to catch her as she collapsed.&nbsp; He was glad his back was to the the members of his Pack, the expression of concern upon his face would have raised questions.&nbsp; Donavan's human face was expressive, and unlike the career prevaricators that Vampires were, he preferred to deal in truth, harshly at times.&nbsp; He could not tell them the truth now, at least&nbsp; not yet.&nbsp; He cradled the Vampire in his arms, and growled out orders.<br><br>"Return to the Pack, go to ground in case this one isn't alone.&nbsp; I have questions that she must answer."&nbsp; Donavan pushed himself towards the change, towards his full form, the dark hair with the reddish highlights growing all over him, even as the expansion of his body ruined his clothes, tearing them to little more than tatters.&nbsp; When he heard one take a breath to protest, he growled over his shoulder to silence it, and sprang away.&nbsp; He ran back into the alley, doing the same maneuver he had done in pursuit, now as a means of escape.&nbsp; He was over the wall and onto the rooftops in little time at all, and he ran, carrying his burden easily, and taking more care with her than Donavan ever thought he would with a vampire.<br><br>He needed distance, space, and time alone with his Mate.&nbsp; Mate?&nbsp; Donavan growled in frustration and landed on a tiled roof on the opposite end of town.&nbsp; He sniffed the air, the scents were old, a vacation home perhaps?&nbsp; Empty now, that was what mattered.&nbsp; He dropped into the courtyard carrying the Vampire, and was pleased to find that the inner villa doors had not been locked.&nbsp; He carried her to the first bed he found, and laid her gently upon it.&nbsp; Donavan shifted back to humanity, and were there anyone to witness, the look of concern on his face would have been unmistakable.&nbsp; He felt it, did not believe it, but felt it nonetheless.<br><br>"She seems so pale."&nbsp; Donavan whispered, "Even for a bloodsucker."&nbsp; He laid his head on her chest, his enhanced hearing picking up not even the faint pulse of a Vampire recently fed.&nbsp; He sniffed her wrists, the artery in her neck, and other places where the blood, even borrowed, would come close to the surface.&nbsp; Her scent was not like other Vampires, there was something different, beyond the new allure of it.&nbsp; He wondered what she fed on commonly.&nbsp; Then he realized it; she had not fed.&nbsp; He thought she was a bit too slow, a bit too scared.&nbsp; Donavan cursed softly; how could he be bound to a Fledgeling that did not know enough to feed&nbsp; herself.<br><br>Forgetting for the moment that he was nude, he cradled her in his arm, shifting her gently into a reclining position.&nbsp; Then with a sharp fang, he opened his wrist, making a deep cut so that it would not simply heal and close on her.&nbsp; He knew that if she drew upon it, it would stay open until she was done, and he licked the wound away.&nbsp; Donavan easy her chin down, causing her lips to part, and pressed his wrist to a mouth he only wanted to kiss.&nbsp; "Drink, drink..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 22:56:50</strong>
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				The sharp sent of blood pierced through the darkness that Dawn floated lazily in. The smell of it was the only thing that she was even remotely aware of, that and a soft coaxing voice nearby. She couldn’t quite make out the words, but they had an encouraging tone to them. Blood was pressed to her mouth, and skin. A familiar scent, but she was still too far gone to place it. <br><br>Dawn tried to turn her head away from it, as she was pretty sure that that wasn’t one of the small blood pouches that she was so used to drinking from. She could smell the blood flow. However, her small tongue darted out, her hunger betraying her wishes, and licked his cut wrist. <br><br>Instincts took over and over-powered her denial. Her fangs latched onto his arm, digging only deeper into the pre-made gash. She held onto his arm with her hands, holding it to her mouth, as if he would try to pull it away. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Feeling the rush of blood beneath her lips, the coppery fresh taste that both animals and Blood Bank blood just didn’t have. And the feeling of energy that seemed to swell up inside her.<br><br>By the time Dawn was done, not only did she feel better, but she looked better. Her face looked less gaunt, and her body had become curvier, her breasts and hips filling out more so that she didn’t look like a skinny, under-fed, little stick anymore. In fact, she looked quite beautiful.<br><br>Slowly Dawn opened her eyes, a small tugging on the corners of her lips was the beginnings of a smile, still partially unaware of what she had done. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was his face. <em>His</em> face. Dawn’s blue eyes widened as she peered up at him, her smile disappearing.<br><br>“You.” She whispered, looking frightened, her voice an accusing. <br><br>Then Dawn realized that she was holding onto something, so, glancing down she saw his wrist in her hands. Even though it was healing, Dawn saw her teeth marks. She just stared in wonder for a second, not even noticing his nakedness yet. Just gazing down at his wrist.&nbsp; She didn’t know what to think or to feel. Anger and disgust settled on her beautiful face though. No more fear. <br><br>Dawn rolled away from him in one fast movement, glaring at him from the other side of the bed. <br><br>“Look what you did!” She accused him, feeling like she might actually throw up. “52 years of a perfect record, out the window, because <em>you</em> force your bleeding wrist into my mouth!” Dawn said, sounding pretty pissed off. She wanted to backhand him so hard, who did this guy think he was? And why was she still alive?<br><br>“Are you trying to embarrass me? Mortify me? Terrify me more then you already have? Was scaring the hell out of me not enough for you? Do you get some sick kicks from chasing down vampires, and then forcing them to drink from you?” Dawn asked him, but after a few seconds, while she had been talking, she had gotten enough sense to regain a small bit of fear. <br><br>This was a werewolf after all, what was the matter with her, yelling at him like that? Normally she’d have been in a fetal position, crying by now. His immortal blood though, it lit a fuse in her, it made her feel so wonderful and strong. She felt like she could conquer anything. <br><br>That was, until, she realized that he was quite naked. If she ever thought she was surprised before, she’d have been greatly mistaken. Never before now had she been so surprised, or speechless.&nbsp; She stared down at his manhood, her blue eyes wide, as if she had never seen one before. Because, well, she hadn’t. Dawn was unable to look away and a blush painted her porcelain cheeks. <br><br>Finally she tore her eyes away, looking down at the otherwise uninteresting floor with great interest. <br><br>“Why am I here? Why didn’t you just kill me?” Dawn asked softly, not able to look back up at the werewolf again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 03:39:48</strong>
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				Donavan shivered when she licked his wrist.&nbsp; <em>What am I doing?</em>&nbsp; His thoughts conflicted with his actions.&nbsp; He had not allowed a Vampire to feed from him since he escaped their service centuries ago.&nbsp; He had fought them at every turn, despised them for the way they hunted and slaughtered his kind.&nbsp; The world was wide enough to share, but the Vampires coveted both influence and power, and meant to leave nothing of either for the Werewolves.&nbsp; <em>And yet here I am, feeding one my own blood.</em>&nbsp; She was his Mate, Donavan could no longer deny it, even in his unwilling mind, he knew it.&nbsp; This Vampire was his Mate.&nbsp; <em>Why?</em><br><br>He hissed when her fangs sank into his wrist, drawing deeper blood, and then closed his eyes as the pleasure of his Mate’s touch sent a small current of electricity down his spine.&nbsp; He sighed, and felt his heart slowing down, until he heard two slow heart beats.&nbsp; It took him a moment to realize the other heart was hers, the Vampire’s.&nbsp; His heart set the rhythm of hers as she continued to draw blood from his body.&nbsp; Donavan’s eyes fluttered open, and he watched her essentially come to life before his eyes.<br><br>She was gorgeous, and he wished fervently that she was not a Vampire.&nbsp; That she was a Werewolf, and that they could go back to the Pack where she would become the Alpha Female.&nbsp; He groaned softly as she continued to feed, and then saw her eyed flutter open, those incredible blue eyes.&nbsp; He almost forgot that he had been hunting her not moments ago, until she rolled away and harshly hurled her pronoun at him<br><br>Donavan said nothing, he endured her recriminations in utter silence, watching her, desiring her, and fighting an instinctive desire to claim her.&nbsp; He simply listened, unmoved and not moving, worried that if he did, it would simply be towards her.&nbsp; He barely heard the words she spoke, or the accusations.&nbsp; He watched her move, her scent was already memorized, but now he could see her move when she was in her full power, see her grace and her beauty.&nbsp; Donavan admired her lips, and could catch hints of the fangs that had been surprising pleasurable despite how sharp they were and how deeply they pierced.<br><br>He noticed only when she blushed and looked away, and then realized he was nude.&nbsp; Donavan rose from the bed and pulled the sheet around him, as if it were a tartan, turning it into an impromptu garment.&nbsp; Quietly, in a baritone that was part growl of frustration part apology, he spoke.&nbsp; “I – I saved you from the others, not that it was difficult.&nbsp; I wanted to kill you.”&nbsp; Donavan took a breath and straightened, “But I can’t.&nbsp; I looked into your eyes, and I couldn’t.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 04:32:16</strong>
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				Dawn looked up sharply when the man rose from the bed, looking surprised when he had at least shown the decency to wrap a sheet around himself. His eyes were burning, not in a wolvern way, but in a different way. In a more intense way. The way he was looking at her, watching her, it made red flags go off in her head. Such blatant desire and lust burned in his eyes. And frankly, it scared her. No one had ever looked at her in that way before. Dawn wished she was wearing pants now instead of her short skirt and low-cut top. Gently she tugged on the bottom of her skirt, but it still didn’t cover much of her slender legs. <br><br>His words confused her more then anything ever had. She wanted to make some sarcastic comment but bit her tongue. Harsh words would get her no where, except perhaps killed. <br><br>Slowly Dawn rose from the bed as well. Having the bed inbetween them did her little comfort. She took a step away from both the bed and him, her eyes not leaving him the entire time. <br><br>She had to admit, because even a blind man could see it, that he was quite handsome. His muscles were toned nicely, and in all honesty, he looked like a Greek god that a talented artist sculpted out of marble. Dawn had always thought that werewolves were ugly and hideous creatures in both wolf and human form. That theory was blown away though. Not that it really mattered or anything. <br><br>“Listen, please, please just let me go.” Dawn said, watching him warily, her eyes flickering to the door behind him every few seconds. Her voice sounded slightly desperate. “If its money you want, you can have as much as you desire. My coven is very wealthy.” She had a strange feeling that he wasn’t going to comply.<br><br>Outside though the sun was rising, Dawn could feel it. It was a sixth sense. She knew that in less then 5 minutes the earth would be covered with it’s cursed rays. She couldn’t even leave, even if he allowed her to. The sun would kill her, slowly burning her. She was trapped here by nature and the entire time she’d be fighting the healing sleep that would want to drag her under. Fledglings in particular slept during the daytime, it was a natural way for their bodies to regenerate and heal. <br><br>Right now though her body felt very much alive. She didn’t even feel the tug of the deep sleep like she normally would with the sun so close to rising. She blamed this on the fact that she had taken some of his immortal blood and not on the fact that just looking at him seemed to spark something in her that she had no control over. Whereas she wanted him no where near her, and was even mentally afraid of him, her body seemed to have different thoughts on this werewolf. <br><br>She’d bet her bottom dollar it was because she drank straight from a living human, or rather werewolf. That <em>had</em> to be it. <br><br>“Please. I’ve never done anything to your kind. I’ve never even drank from a human before, let alone kill one. I haven’t hurt anyone nor do I intend to.” Dawn said softly, looking him in the eye as she spoke. And every word she had spoken had been the truth and nothing more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 19:39:24</strong>
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				Donavan met her eyes every time she looked at him, as if he knew when she would.&nbsp; He shook his head, almost sadly.&nbsp; “I can’t just let you go.&nbsp; I won’t take money.&nbsp; It’s not about money or war.&nbsp; You’re safe with me.”&nbsp; He believed that, mostly, though the look in his eyes made it clear that he was troubled by something, possibly her.&nbsp; “I’m Donavan, Donavan Kane.”&nbsp; He was concerned she would know his name, but there was no sense in hiding it, not now.<br><br>She was on edge, for more reason than just him, and he could guess why.&nbsp; He had an acute sense of the passage of time, he could tell when the Moon was setting, just as surely as the Vampire could tell when the Sun was rising.&nbsp; It occurred to him that his thoughts were simply two ways of saying the same thing.&nbsp; They were both governed by celestial rules, though he was old enough now to be free of them for the most part; the Moon still called loudly when it was Full, he just wasn’t limited to those few days alone.<br><br>Donavan thought she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen; vampire or wolf.&nbsp; Now that she had blossomed before his eyes, he felt her making a place for herself in his mind, in his heart, and he could not resist it.&nbsp; It happened just this way sometimes, a Wolf mated for life, they bonded to another soul – he had never heard of it happening with a Vampire, but no one had ever said it was impossible either.&nbsp; Donavan took a deep breath; it could mean the death of both of them.<br><br>“I know that you haven’t, you’re too young”&nbsp; He walked over to her, moving slowly, holding her gaze.&nbsp; “Don’t you feel something – new, in your mind, something about me?”&nbsp; He glanced to the window, “The sun is coming up, and you’ll be safe here.&nbsp; I promise to protect you through the day.&nbsp; I couldn’t hurt you.”&nbsp; He said the last softly, quietly, almost guiltily.&nbsp; “Just stay.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 21:47:03</strong>
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				Safe with him? Safe with a werewolf? That had to be the most ironic, unbelievable, thing that Dawn had ever heard. Especially since the image of his amber eyes was still fresh in her mind, and his sharp canines that he could grow at will. Dawn didn’t look like she believed him at all. Then again, if his intent was to kill her, he would have easily done it already, and that thought made Dawn feel slightly more at ease.<br><br>But not much. If not to kill her then why did he insist on keeping her here? And more importantly, why hadn’t he just let his pack slice her to shreds? Why had he stopped them so quickly?<br><br>Dawn just didn’t know. Then he introduced himself.<br><br>“Donavan Kane…” Dawn whispered, his name falling lightly on the air. <br><br><em>Where have I heard that before?</em> She thought to herself. His name was vaguely familiar. She just couldn’t place it. She couldn’t dredge up it’s origins from her memory. <br><br>“I’m Dawn Chevalier.” Dawn said, since it seemed like the only thing to say. Besides, it wouldn’t matter if he knew her name. Although it was ironic that her parents named her Dawn, not knowing that she would be turned into a vampire and would never see the dawn again. Life was cruel like that.<br><br>Suddenly Donavan was waking slowly towards her. She couldn’t look away from her eyes, and she felt the urge to back away. However, she didn’t want to be backed up completely against the wall behind her, so swallowing her fear of him despite his gentle promises, she held her ground with her chin raised.<br><br><em>Something new? Except for the bone chilling fear? No.</em> Dawn thought, careful not to say it aloud. <br><br>“I have no idea what you mean.” Dawn said, looking up at him. He was standing so close to her that she could reach out and touch him. It was a bit unnerving. <br><br>Although some microscopic part of her was urging her to step forward and close the distance between them as crazy as it was. Many woman would kill to have this man looking at them the way he was looking at Dawn. She would never drink this werewolf’s blood again though. It was messing with her mind. Making her have thoughts that she had never had about another person before. She almost wanted to trust him.<br><br>Mentally she cursed him to the deepest pit in hell. Perhaps he knew this would happen to her when she drank from him. However, what Dawn didn’t know was that the blood had nothing to do with it at all.<br><br>“I don’t need your protection, thanks but no thanks.” Dawn added boldly. What she needed was protection from him. Although she had no choice but to stay. The sun was up now, Dawn could just feel it, and she was slightly tired, but only slightly.<br><br>She didn’t want to fall asleep with him here. Dawn slowly walked past him, watching him as she did so, and then sat down gracefully on the bed, pulling her legs up and leaning against the headboard. She just sat there, looking at him, although there was less fear in her eyes now then there had been before. <br><br>“When my coven finds out about this they aren’t going to be very happy.” Dawn said suddenly. Yes. It was a threat. “If you don’t want money, and you don’t want to make a personal act of aggression against my coven, then what do you want with me, Mr. Kane?” Dawn asked coolly; almost coldly. She certainly sounded like a vampire right then, all cold and straight to business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 00:03:40</strong>
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				She did not know him.&nbsp; He did not know whether to be happy that she didn’t, or insulted.&nbsp; He’d been around long enough to become a bogeyman for Vampires.&nbsp; She was a fledgling yet, and thankfully, she was alone.&nbsp; Donavan hoped that her ignorance would be to his advantage, and while he considered her reporting his name to her Elders, he hoped that she would not get that far away from him.<br><br>“Dawn.&nbsp; Chevalier.”&nbsp; Donavan said her name carefully, as if tasting it.&nbsp; He inhaled her scent, taking it in from where he stood.&nbsp; He spoke her last name as well as a native speaker of French, and nodded.&nbsp; “You’re young.”&nbsp; He whispered the last, and took a bit of comfort in that.&nbsp; This would be much more difficult with an older Vampire; an older Vampire would know who he was and be much more set in her ways.<br><br>Donavan turned to watch her move, tilting his head slightly.&nbsp; “You do need my protection.&nbsp; If my Pack finds you on your own, they will not hesitate.”&nbsp; He sat on the corner of the bed farthest from her, his position hiking up the makeshift kilt.&nbsp; She moved so much more gracefully now, she was quicker.&nbsp; She would make much more interesting prey, if he ever let her get away.&nbsp; “If your coven were worried about you, we would have found more Vampires in this town.&nbsp; Either you’ve runaway or were cast out.”&nbsp; He growled softly, “Don’t threaten me, Dawn.&nbsp; Acts of aggression are a constant, do not speak as if there is a truce between your kind and mine, there isn’t.&nbsp; You being in our territory could be seen as an act of aggression.&nbsp; Why do you think we were coming for you?&nbsp; To invite you to parley?”&nbsp; He growled again, deep in his throat, and shook his head.&nbsp; “What do you know about Werewolves?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 03:29:23</strong>
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				For some reason the werewolf kept moving constantly towards her. She had moved to sit on the bed to get away from him, not so that he could sit down on it as well. The room was only so big after all, and there was really no where that she could go. Even if she left the room , she’d be willing to bet that he would follow her. <br><br>“<em>Your</em> pack?” Dawn asked him. The way he said it. Something about it struck her as not the same way that she would say ’her’ coven. And then suddenly she remembered the way the other werewolf just slipped away after Donavan had nearly tackled him into the car. <br><br>“You’re… you’re like the leader?” What was the term she was looking for? “The… alpha?”&nbsp; <br><br>Dawn’s eyes swept over him, sizing him up. She’d be willing to bet there would be a phone somewhere in this place and her newly discovered knowledge of him being the alpha werewolf only made her want to contact her coven more. She had no idea where she was, but there had to be a working phone, right? Then her eyes fell on his makeshift kilt and suddenly how much skin it was revealing. Again. Did the man not own any proper clothes? Having him basically naked a few feet away from her did nothing good for her nerves.<br><br>Dawn listened to him as he suddenly spoke to her again, her eyes trailing back up to his face, but her expression soon became a glare. Even the slightest feelings of gratitude and perhaps even trust that he had begun to earn from her, for not killing her and for, as he had so subtly stated before, having saved her, were gone. The look she gave him was one of defiance, disbelief, fear, and anger. She looked like she hated him.<br><br>His small, but powerful, growls in between his words only brought back unpleasant memories. She flinched away from him for a split second. <br><br>“You’re wrong on both accounts.” Dawn all but hissed on him. “I have not been cast out of my coven nor did I run away from it. I just didn’t give my coven the chance to send along a few vampires to baby-sit me. I left them a note right before I got on the plane here.” Dawn said, her blue eyes shooting daggers at him. “If I don’t contact them soon like I said I would, they’ll begin to worry. They will send vampires along, and they will find you and your pack and <em>kill you</em>.” <br><br>“Also, you haven’t made a direct act of aggression against my particular coven before now, because if you had, you’d be long dead.” Dawn said, somewhat proudly. She put so much stock in her coven. <br><br>“You were going to kill me and now you are holding me hostage. If you do not release me as soon as the sun sets, I will find a way to contact my coven. You can’t watch me 24/7. It’s impossible. Even werewolves need to sleep. And once you fall asleep I’ll be on the nearest phone, unless you kill me. But, seeing as for some odd reason you are unwilling to do so, you are basically screwed. They will come here and exterminate you. It’s not a threat either, Donavan, it’s a promise.” Dawn said. The entire time she had stared him right in the eye, her words had come out fast and hard, and she sounded dead serious. <br><br>Dawn couldn’t believe she had actually just threatened this werewolf. This was so not like her at all. In a way she regretted it, seeing as she might actually pay for it. However, it felt sort of good, getting all that of that off her chest.<br><br>“I know lots of things about werewolves. Your kind relishes in killing. Brutal, savage, mindless when the full moon comes around. Despite how human you may look, there is always a beast below the surface, ready to come out if called upon. Out of all the “fairy tale” -” She actually did air quotes with her hands, “- creatures, you are the most hated among even humans.”<br><br>Dawn finished speaking and looked at him, crossing her arms over her chest. If he thought he could keep her away from her coven, keep her here, he was sorely wrong. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 22:33:10</strong>
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				Donavan eyed her, but his expression didn’t change when she began her angry tirade.&nbsp; He tilted his head slightly, “So you <em>are</em> young enough to need a keeper.&nbsp; That says a lot.”&nbsp; He looked around, and eyed a phone in the corner of the room.&nbsp; “Call then.&nbsp; Just because I won’t kill, does not mean my Pack will not.&nbsp; I can’t stop them all, you realize, and I won’t be Alpha for long if I go against what is best of the Pack, as I’m doing right now.”&nbsp; Donavan shook his head, growled softly, “I’m not afraid of your Coven, I’ve been around for a very long time, Dawn.&nbsp; Most of the enemies that would know me on sight are dead – arrogance has its pitfalls.”<br><br>“You are threatening me again.”&nbsp; He said sternly, “And yours would not be the first coven to try.”<br><br>Donavan tilted his head, “Hostage?”&nbsp; He raised an eyebrow, his eyes turning golden for a moment.&nbsp; “And what would you be worth to your Coven?&nbsp; If I called them now, what would I get in exchange for your life?&nbsp; I suspect I know the answer to that.”&nbsp; He snorted, and very canine sound.&nbsp; “Promise. Threat.&nbsp; You certainly play the role very well.&nbsp; &nbsp;I would almost believe it if not for you earlier ‘vegetarian’ confession.&nbsp; You can’t even bring yourself to feed from a human.&nbsp; You are already considered weak amongst your kind for that alone.”<br><br>He rose roughly from the bed, and walked closer to her, “Do you have any original thoughts in that head.&nbsp; How many Werewolves do you know?”&nbsp; He held up his hand, so she could watch the slow extrusion of his claws.&nbsp; “How many have you killed?”&nbsp; Donavan sneered slightly, and thought he might slap her, but he lowered his hand and the claws went away.&nbsp; “You don’t know anything.”&nbsp; The last was said softly, “You don’t even know yourself.”<br><br>Donavan found the cordless phone, and brought it to her.&nbsp; “Call them.&nbsp; Tell them that Donavan Kane has recognized you for his Mate.&nbsp; I’m sure that will bring them running.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 00:13:43</strong>
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				Dawn wanted to reach out and just slap that placid expression right off his face when he spoke about her needing a keeper. Both her attitude and her angry thoughts surprised her though, for she wasn’t normally so violent. Something about Donavan though, something about him, it made her feel like she was teetering on the edge of anger and fear. Her emotions as unbalanced and wild as the wind. <br><br>One second she was angry, the next she was afraid. It was like a rollercoaster, and she wanted the ride to stop now.<br><br>“If, indeed, arrogance has it’s pitfalls, then when will be <em>your</em> pitfall, for you are very arrogant.” Dawn asked, softly, but with an undertone of venom in her voice.<br><br>Dawn looked down at the bed sheets now though, when he spoke about her calling her coven, basically saying that she was worthless and weak. As she stared down at the bed, her eyes unblinking as she thought, she already knew what would happen if she were to call. Of course, Emalia and Thomas would come running. As would Ria and Judeth, but except for the four of them, who would really care? They were like family to her though. The four of them would come, perhaps with more vampires, but someone from her side would end up hurt. She wouldn’t be able to bare it if one of them were killed, because she was too weak to take care of herself.<br><br>Looking back up at him, all her anger seemed to ebb away and was replaced by something remarkably close to grim acceptance of her situation. She’d just have to get out of this one herself. <br><br>“No, Donavan. Vampires are so much stronger then humans. So much stronger, faster, and more physically enhanced. What is weak is when we take advantage of our strength and use it against them. It is weak to prey on the defenseless.” Dawn whispered softly, her voice not coming past a whisper, and then she looked up at him.<br><br>Dawn merely watched as his claws came forth from his hand, just looking up at him. Although she tensed, ready to spring away should he decide to attack her. His words fell heavily on her ears though and she said nothing in response, but looked away when he finally lowered his hand.<br><br>A moment later he was gone and then back just as quickly. She looked up at him in surprise and saw the phone. Her salvation. But she had already made her decision minutes ago. She wouldn’t risk anyone else’s life over her. How could she? After seeing the other werewolves. The fangs, claws, and speed. She couldn’t subject anyone else to that, knowing they might not come out of it in one piece.<br><br>Her head snapped up in surprise though, her ears ringing, surely she had not heard correctly. Dawn looked at him and blinked, still not taking the phone though. <br><br>“Mate?” She giggled, and in that giggle was every ounce of her rising hysteria that she was hiding so well. He couldn’t possibly think that. Could he? Was this why he was so intent on keeping her? Suddenly all the puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place. Still, she refused to believe that this werewolf might actually be deranged enough to honestly believe that <em>she</em> was his <em>mate</em>.<br><br>“Is that what this is all about? You can’t possibly think that I’m your…your…your…well, you know.” She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word again. The word alone was a curse, a life sentence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Taste of the Night. [MelxStRaThEr | Cammulus]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 19:00:24</strong>
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				Donavan smiled, but it was a bitter expression.&nbsp; “Me?&nbsp; That is funny.&nbsp; Considering I’m not the one hurling the threats so recklessly about, especially considering that you have no idea how large my Pack is, nor how old.&nbsp; We don’t always need the Moon, you know.”&nbsp; His voice lowered, “And we don’t have to hide from the sun.”&nbsp; Donavan rose in sudden fluid motion, and opened the curtains enough to throw a bar of sunlight across the floor in front of the interior door.&nbsp; He returns to the bed, “I would think a Vampire knew the difference between arrogance and points of fact.”<br><br>He looked almost sympathetic, “And how many share your view, Dawn?&nbsp; How many of your Coven prey on the defenseless every day?&nbsp; My Pack does not, we hunt and hunt well, but it is the flesh of animals that we devour, not humanity.”&nbsp; Donavan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.&nbsp; “Our game is not held helpless either.”&nbsp; His eyes rose to hers.&nbsp; “I remember a time when that was not always the case, but that is why we are here, so far from Cities.&nbsp; And that is why sensing you was such a surprise to us.&nbsp; I meant to kill you, make you disappear, so that no one would know we were here.”<br><br>Donavan eyed her, waiting for her to make the call.&nbsp; He had the feeling that she wouldn’t.&nbsp; Then she giggled at his words, and he could hear the disbelief and hysteria in her tone and in her voice.&nbsp; Donavan sighed deeply, and he question frustrated him.<br><br>He growled out, “YES!”&nbsp; His hand curled into fists as he answered her.&nbsp; “DO YOU THINK YOU’D BE ALIVE OTHERWISE?”&nbsp; Donavan growled more forcefully, breathing deeply, and she could see his muscles going taut.&nbsp; His body tensed, and she could tell he was clenching his jaw as he breathed deep and reclaimed command of his form.&nbsp; Finally, softly, he confessed.&nbsp; “When I met your eyes, I recognized your soul…you are my Mate.”
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