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Emmaline listened silently as Aaron spoke about the night world that she was only a visitor to. She sighed softly, only taking his words at face value, not believing that he could be hinting at his own lifestyle or race. She could not imagine that Aaron was anything but human. Then again, perhaps he was slightly too perfect, she thought, chuckling to herself. She smiled as he grasped her hand, not resisting the touch in the slightest way. She wove her fingers into his own, only pausing as he slipped from her grasp and touched a spot on his forehead tenderly. She frowned at he spoke, unsure what this action could mean. She stopped abruptly in front of an apartment building and released his arm, turning to face him in worry. "Are you sure Ethan did not harm you?" she asked again, looking at his forehead carefully. She blinked to see only an old scar, wondering what could have caused it to pain him again. It looked old, faded from time but still persistent. "That must have hurt," she whimpered softly, brushing her warm fingers over the delicate line.

"You must tell me when we're at your doorstep," Aaron said as he pulled himself back to the present. "I wouldn't want to steal you... against your will of course." At this, Emma smiled mischievously, turning away from him slightly and glancing over her shoulder. "Oh, and what if it wasn't against my will? Would you steal me then, Sir Aaron?" She laughed purely and turned back to him, glancing to the apartment building regretfully. "We are here. It isn't much, but it's enough. Thank you for waking me home, I do hope to see you again some time." Emmaline grinned and stepped close to him, kissing Aaron quickly upon the cheek before turning to enter the front door. "Good night, Aaron," she whispered, giving him a small wave before slipping into the house and heading up to her room for a night's rest. She smiled to herself, gazing into her mirror in delight as she begun to brush out her long blonde hair and ready for bed.

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The young woman with midnight hair smiled to the man beside her. He was kind enough to escort her home. With all of the disappearances lately, one could never be too safe. She smiled to him tenderly as she choose a building hidden by the ally's shadow to claim as her own. In gratitude she leaned to hiss him tenderly, the man quick to respond in the chance of being invited inside for a night of pleasure. All was silent, until the man released a shirk of pain, his face growing pale as the woman slipped lips to neck, her exposed fangs buried deep into the soft tissue that one held a strong and powerful life. His shirk for release slowly shifted to mummers of acceptance, never understanding what truly happened.

Desary smiled, abandoning the man to be found in the morning. She hesitated, slipping a knife out of her boot and slashing the marks her fangs had made. One could never be too careful.She laughed, satisfied and full as she strolled through the town, her hair trailing behind her in the gentle breeze. Desary wiped her bloody mouth clean with the back of her hand, licking it clean in content. The scent of another creature of the night attracted her attention. She stepped quickly in an ally to watch the scene, noticing her old friend Aaron. Well, as much of a friend as a vampire could have. Desary held no emotions, her only goal in life to feed and pleasure herself in any way possible. She nodded in approval to Aaron's choice, noting the innocents of the pretty blonde woman that lung to his arm. Her blood would be sweet. Perhaps, if he had eaten recent, Aaron would be willing to share. She chuckled to this thought, watching the pair from her hidden view.

The woman kissed Aaron on the cheek, innocent and playful. And now he would grab her, preparing to skin his fang deep into her--

Desary blinked once, watching as the vampire did no such thing and the woman was allowed to return into her home. Alone. Alive. The she-demon smirked, shaking her head in disapproval. Slipping from her hidden shadow, Desary walked beside Aaron as he passed. She smiled, slipping her hand into his playfully. "What's this? The big strong Aaron Blackmoore is growing. . . sympathetic?" she teased her old acquaintance. "She was pretty, very pretty. And probably delicious. Be careful that someone else doesn't steal your prey first. Those humans are so. . . Fragile," she said coyly, twisting a strand of hair around her slender, pale fingers as she released a laugh.