Helena tilted her head rather slowly as she listened, her face expressionless for once safe for the slightly widened, blood-red eyes she sported at all times. She could feel him at her side, could sense the second he let his fangs slide out. She knew the sound so very well. After all, she had heard it countless times, both as he bit into her, but also when he bit into others. It was a sound which never failed to make her reach out, a hand landing on his upper arm, just to feel him physically since she could not see him. The contact was enough of a substitute.
Then, however, the human spoke and Helenaās own fangs slid forth in irritation as a soft growl escaped her, one which could only be heard by Kristof as the female vampire took a few steps away, closing her red eyes to focus her energy. Fortunately Kristof was there. If he hadnāt been, this would be around the time Helena tore out the irritating humanās throat. The mere sound of her voice now irked the redhead. While it was slightly amusing, Helena much preferred the fear. It was not supposed to disappear this easily!
Helena could feel the humanās eyes on her, but she did not move. Instead the coven leader remained perfectly still, her hands at her sides, eyes closed as she listened, her posture relaxed but alert. Then Kristof spoke again and Helena noted the moment the girl let her silly little metal thing fall to the forest floor. But still she did not react. She stood quiet, still as a statue even as she sensed both of them turning to move towards her, Kristof of course reaching her first. She already knew what came next. Kristof had told her once that he did not wish to sire vampires, so of course he would use her blood to change the human girl. Helena forced back her irritation, part of her grounded enough to know that Kristof wanted this one.
Besides, Helena felt fairly certain she would not find another human likeā¦ like Kaleigh. Oh, Kaleigh! Her poor little pet was still chained to the table, wasnāt she? The thought made a sadistic grin curve her full, red lips as Kristof brushed her hair to the side, her neck now presented to him without a second obstacle. She felt his hand in her hair and she let him tilt her head back, the grin still remaining as she moaned lowly with his bite. The hand remained, keeping her head in place as he moved back, and soon Helena felt a strangerās tongue licking her pale, smooth skin. She remained in place, knowing very well that the dominance as well as the display turned Kristof on.
The girlās tongue and lips barely caused any reaction from Helena. Kristofās hand in her hair, however, had her humming with contentment, her lids still covering the red of her eyes. Next Helena heard Kristof move and then a crack as he snapped the head of the human while she was distracted. From the puncture wounds Kristof had made on her neck, blood trickled down slowly, undisturbed. As he spoke, Helena hummed softly, adding drily āLetās hope she comes back less irritating.ā With that, Kristofās teeth were back inside her neck, and she moaned, her hands finally moving to clasp him to her, keeping her body meshed with his.
Everything else escaped her mind when Kristof pinned her against another tree and let her soar once more. She did however notice when he merely kicked the human out of the way and the cruel disregarded forced a giggle from her, even as a moan attempted to escape at the same time. All too soon the pleasure ended, however, and just as the human stopped screaming, Kristof pulled away. Helena easily moved onto her feet once more. She was swimming in the bliss of her orgasm ā in the tranquil clarity, but still she let the red of her eyes land on Kristof as he spoke. His words made her giggle.
She put a hand up as though in class before she spoke up. āWe might also just do it for fun,ā she added, not caring that the girl might end up scared. Which she didnāt. What was wrong with her? The irritation was back, doubling only when Kristof moved to help her up. She growled deep in her throat, eyes narrowing slightly, but the girlās words made Helenaās mind go in a whole other direction. Kaleeeiiigh! Helena grinned suddenly. āOh, I know!ā She spoke, knowing Kristof would understand that it meant she had a solution to that particular problem. āLetās go make little Dee Dee very sad,ā she chirped, already speeding off to the basement. She was there in no time, bursting through the door very abruptly.
It smelled likeā¦ tears. And blood. But they were both still in their places. Keeping Kaleigh alive anymore was only going to make Dmitri think heād won something, and it was going to make him want to escape moreā¦ for her, no matter how futile. Now, she could kill Dmitri, but reallyā¦ what was the fun in that? Heād only be freed from his misery, and sheād never have truly broken him. Thisā¦ however, just might do the trick. A gleeful grin spread on her face she turned to Dmitri. āHave you ever wondered,ā she began as she waited for the others to join her, approaching him slowly, āwhat it would feel like to have the one thing you loveā¦ die in front of you?ā Her grin widened, completely ignoring the now frantic sobbing from Kaleigh.
Derek couldnāt help chuckling when Alessa fought to get onto the roof of the building. She looked clumsy for a vampire, really, but then, Alessa had never really achieved the grace he had. It was odd really, since she was the same age, but nopeā¦ sheād always been different like that. Or maybe he was different. But nah, it was probably just Alessa. Even Angel was more graceful than their beloved coven leader. Alessaās strengths were not physical in any way. No, her strength was in her inspiration. As a leader, Alessa left most of what would normally befall her, to him. Not because she was lazy, but because she wanted the best possible to take care of important jobs.
So he was charged with them, and really, Alessa was a genius when it came to figuring out anotherās strengths. She had everyone do what they did best and perhaps that was why, in spite of her lack ofā¦ well, control, everyone in the coven accepted her. She did not lead because she was the best ā she led because she did so without dominance. Honestly Derek wouldnāt do too well under the hand of someone who tried to domineer him every step of the way. Heād been there, heād done that, and heād gone his own ways regardless. Luckily so, because if he hadnāt he wouldāve been quite fallen by now. Sheād certainly done her best to convince him, his maker.
When she settled next to him, he glanced at her quietly before his eyes landed on the dead human in the alley. Then she spoke, and he smiled wryly. āYou did indeed,ā he agreed lowly, still not looking at her. He was eager for this hunt to end. Not because he wanted away from Alessa, but because he simply got restless when the two of them were away from the house for long simultaneously, leaving vampires half their age to defend if something was to happen. He let a sigh pass his lips. He was patient, but the world around him waited for no one, and if something happened while the two leaders were away, it would be on Derekās shoulders. He was the protector.
Her quote made him quirk an eyebrow, gaze searching the streets beneath them. āA Midsummer Nightās Dream, if I recall correctly. Act 3, scene 2.ā He glanced at her with a playful smirk at that. āIf youāre going to quote Shakespeare, at least make it challenging,ā he told her teasingly. He didnāt really care to battle her on it, but back in the days of Shakespeare himself, much of Derekās circle had been rather wealthy, and quite prone to the works of the man. In simple turns, he had watched many a play. He had even had a few interesting conversations with the man and Alessa had chosen one of the most well-known quotes from one of the most well-known plays.
The sound of Alessaās phone ringing then, caused Derek to frown lightly, wondering who would be calling her now. The others usually didnāt call either of them when they were out hunting. When his pseudo sister picked up, Derek watched her carefully, considering every intake of breath, and every frantic word on the other end. It was Adonis, and of course he was speaking Portuguese, one of the few languages Derek hadnāt bothered learning. He did know Spanish, though, along with Italian and French, and so most of it made some kind of sense. Someone was there and he needed them to hurry home.
Derek stood immediately, jumping off the roof to hit the ground on all fours. Then he immediately straightened, looking up at Alessa. āI donāt know exactly what he said, but I know we need to hurry, so come on. Weāll leave the human and skip town. Our DNA isnāt in any database, so we should be fine.ā He looked back at forth, his body brimming with what to humans would work much like adrenaline. In vampires it was the instinctā¦ to kill, to protect. If anything had happened to his coven ā anyone in his coven, Derek was sure to seek revenge. He was impatient now more than ever and he needed Alessa to get the hell down. When she finally did, he hurried to the car and slid into the driverās side. This may be her car, but they needed to hurry, so he was driving.
Fortunately it didnāt take them long to reach the house, but they did, the air was permeated with the scent of blood and Derek stepped forward slowly. No strangers were alive present at current ā he could tell as much, so that meant he could do nothing, but three scents were much too familiar. He sped up, bursting through the door only to freeze briefly at the sight, his eyes scanning the scene.
Angel was huddled in a pool of blood, hulking and sobbing uncontrollably. The room was littered with dead bodies, three of which belonged to members of his coven. Annabelle, Jasper, Isaacā¦ Derek stood there for a moment, staring at the bloodshed. He didnāt doubt who had done this; the perpetrators were dead at his feet as well. āAngel,ā he breathed suddenly as he came back to himself, and he hurried forward, not caring that he soaked himself in blood as he sank to his knees next to her. She was the only one he could help right now. The others wereā¦ beyond him, and so he chose to focus his energy on her. Alessa could deal with their remaining humans; a vampire who was completely out of it was a danger to everyone, and so he simply needed to prioritize.
Derek moved a hand to Angelās cheek, wiping tears from it as he watched her. Then suddenly he leaned forward and pulled her into his embrace, holding her like a little girl as he more or less cradled her in his arms. Heād not seen her like this in centuries, and it still did not sit right with him in any way. It justā¦ felt wrong. āShh,ā he added softly as he held her, trying to make her calm down.