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Stella Lucerne

I dream of life again and again...

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a character in “Sanguis Vinculum”, as played by Korrye

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Stella Addison Lucerne
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Nickname: Stell, or Star
Age: Twenty-four
Gender: Female

Personality: Stella is best described as stubborn and headstrong by most people. She is the type of girl to walk to the beat of her own drum and as result she's often defying her parents or her work colleagues. Despite this quality to her she's not a bitch on heels. She's simply a fighter with a lot of heart. Stella can easily empathize with the poor and wounded. She was an orphan at five and new hungry and poverty before being adopted by a single millionaire widower. She is smart and loves to laugh, quite charismatic when she's in her element - either in the kitchen or the studio, either designing or dancing. She's independent in nature as her father raised her to be self-sufficient.

Appearance in Description: (Model reference - Rosie Huntington-Whiteley) Stella is 5"10 and 140 pounds. Her body is toned and healthy from early morning runs and fitness classes as well as rigorous dance lessons. She is naturally tanned from being outside and has dirty blond hair that reaches her lower back. She has thick pouty lips and bright eyes complimented by a stark chin and high cheek bones. Given her status she often wears designer clothing and is often found in heels or sneakers.

Likes: Ballet, tango, classical music, cooking, running, hiking, snowboarding, swimming, charity events, giving back, interior design, animals, control, and family.
Dislikes: Rap, rock or screamo music, laziness, being commanded, dependence, cats, mice, bats, spontaneity, burnt food, bad cooking, skiing, boats, hunger and plants.

History: Stella was born in Brooklyn under the poverty line to her single mother Liliana June, a heroine addict, escort and dancer. She remembers her mother quite vividly as she lived with the woman until she was five. Liliana was protective of her daughter, trying her best to shield her from the life she was forced to take up from poverty. Stella remembers weeks when the cupboards of their small shack of an apartment were bare and sleepless nights on a stale mattress while she waited for her mom to come home from work. Her mother worked at a night club and was doing her best to achieve the American dream - auditioning non-stop for productions as a dancer. Stella loved her mother dearly but she was killed in a drive by shooting when she was five outside the club. Stella remembers saying goodbye and I love you to her mother as she was left with the neighbour for the night. Her mother never came home ans shortly after she was put into foster care before being adopted by tycoon Maximillion Lucerne, a business man, investor and charity man whose wife had recently died. Stella went from living below the poverty line to never being concerned with wealth again overnight. It was a tough change and the adjustment was long and hard. Max was a kind man who wanted nothing but to love her but Stella feared losing the memory of her mother. Max gave Stella everything that she wanted, enrolling her in dance lessons and keeping her busy in a private school. She grew up in New York's limelight and with time founded her own charity organization with her father in order to eliminate hunger and poverty in the New York area. Despite her wealth Stella has stayed out of stardom, devoting herself to dance and her passions on her own time and not seeking fame.

Thoughts on being Stolen and Becoming a Blood Bond: For Stella to be uprooted from her life again is terrifying. She fears the demands of this vampire and being out of control. She'll do everything she can to fight back. She misses her father and knows he'll die a broken man if he never knows what's happened to her.

Theme Song: Florence + The Machine - Breath of Life

So begins...

Stella Lucerne's Story

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(My apartment is a 1 bedroom 1 bathroom apartment with a kitchen in a separate room, There is also a study where I keep my books and old records that hold only the best copies of the most amazing classical music’s, the main room consists of a bar, 2 couches,big screen TV, and my piano. The entire apartment is lit by adjustable lights, usually set to a dimmer light setting.
The piano is a big black grand piano, Tuned of course.
The bedroom has one bed with red silk sheets on it. A closet with my cloths in it, and a bed side table where I always have my “bible” it is a book with a bible covering with a small bottle of blood in it, I have always that particular irony. The walls are a goldish brown, and the floor is a beautiful hard wood floor. (I don’t care what wood it is wood)
http://do512blog.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/lounge.jpg here is the picture i got the idea from)

Raziel was in the Elders chambers awaiting his punishment for the "crime" he had committed Raziel was forced to stand before this counsel of "Elders" Half of them where younger then he was. How these idiotic vampires barely turning 2,000 clamming to be the "Elders" of our race. The true elders choose not to interfere unless interfered with. It was times like these that Raziel missed Kain, Kain had the power of all of these vampires combined and he wouldn't be afraid to use it. But Raziel didn't want to upset these fools any more then he had so he let them be and "punish" him how ever they chose.

"Raziel Kain Nosgoth, The counsel of elders has chosen your fate" the leader said in a booming voice. "You shall be latched to a blood bond for the rest of your known life. Should you do anything more serious then has already been committed you shall be put to the stake." "You think that killing one pitiful vampire is the worst thing that I have done in my life time?" Raziel said with a chuckle. "You really are young bloods, My master and I destroyed whole civilizations before I took his heart from his chest, Whole continents where under our control, Some still are under the control of my masters stooges. And you think that killing one pitiful vampire is the worst thing that I have done? You are fools. I accept this blood bond on one condition, That you fools never intervene in my life again. No matter what I do, No matter where I am, No matter who I kill, None of you get to ever come at me again. Got it?" The counsel was still for a moment then they talked among themselves. "And what if we refuse" A woman from the counsel asked "Then the entire populous of this room will be cleansed from this world, If not by me then by my brethren. Though we do not speak often nor do we truly care for each other in serous ways now that our master is dead, When one of us is killed we know it, we know who did it, and we find and kill them all. So if you wish to continue living you will take my proposal. If not then I suggest you prepare for war." Raziel looked at them all with a hunger for fighting in his eyes. "Very well" they all said at once. Then the leader spoke again "However anything that your halfling does will be judged under our laws. So I suggest you keep her on a tight leash lest she be the reason you are dragged in here again." "Very well. Elders" Raziel remarked snidely.

Within hours the counsel brought in a beautiful young woman. Raziel didn't wish to hurt the girl but he had no choice. As he knelt down to her he whispered in her ear "I will make this as painless as possible child" And he sunk his teeth quickly into her neck draining her as fast as he could so she would fall unconscious and not feel the pain. When she had fallen Raziel took his arm and sliced it open allowing a few drops to drip into her mouth as to seal her to him. "And with that the ritual is done" Said the elders.

Raziel took the girl to his home bandaged her wound and laid her down in his bed. "I shall be here when you awaken child." And with that he went to the main room, Pored himself a drink and sat at his bar waiting for the child to awaken.

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Then night before she’d been at the club at of all things a stagette for one of her closest friends whose wedding was right around the corner. They’d found themselves at one of the most exclusive dance clubs in the city at the peak of a skyscraper, surrounded by the mobs of partying New York elite. Stella had been a participant in the party but not the organizer. She’d shown up for a night on the town to support her friend, not to get drunk and wasted. In fact she’d been the one sober responsible individual in the group, assuring the earlier hired stripper than her friends really did not want to have sex with him, that their tabs were paid as they came and went, and more so that those who became indisposed were sent in a cab home shortly after.

At that point in the night the group of women had dwindled to eight of the original fourteen. Stella found herself at the bar at three in the morning, ordering a Perrier and desperately wishing she could go home to her own bed and just forget that she’d decided to babysit her nearly alcoholic friends. As she waited for the bartender she’d turned around to eye them on the crowded dance floor. The bride to be was wearing a neon pink tutu, sash and tiara. She was screaming in delight as a group of men in dark t-shirts circled her in a suggestive dance. Jesus. More strippers? Really Mona?

Stella turned from the bar for an instant only to find herself face to face with a man who was 6”3 and overbearing. “Excuse me,” she’d smiled, looking up into his face and over his shoulder to again check on her friends.

“Apologies,” he murmured, before moving past her to where she’d waited at the bar. She’d rushed as much as a person can rush through shoulder to shoulder people dancing. When she reached Mona the three men turned to stare at her. Their eyes turned dark momentarily and while two smiled and turned their attention back to Mona, the third and perhaps most intimidating individual turned to her. Stella swore it was a trick of the lights that made them appear as they did then.

“Can I help you?” the man smiled, his teeth perfect against his flawless skin. “My friend has had a little too much to drink. It’s time we go home,” Stella muttered, keeping eye contact for a moment before she reached past the man to grab her friend’s wrist and pull her out from her Man sandwich. “Stellllllllla!” Mona shrieked. “Ouch! I was jussss having fun. Fun killer!”

“You’ll thank me in the morning,” Stella muttered as she yanked the bride to be off the dance floor and back to their table to collect her purse. “The limo is downstairs. Let’s drive home and we can keep dancing there until our legs die,” she smiled to her friend. She suspected the drive would knock her out, a nice idea, and while Mona agreed it was close to pulling teeth difficult to persuade the others that it was a good idea to depart.

It took another forty minutes before they were able to collect all of their coats and settle their debts with the waitress. They were on their way out to the limo in the brisk night when she’d spotted the three men again, all dressed in black. Stella watched their shirts ripple over their bodies and again watched as their eyes seemed to turn dark when they landed on her. Stella leaned over the car door and instructed the limousine driver to do nothing but drive these girls to Mona’s apartment where they could enjoy the rest of their night. When she turned to climb in herself however the door was closed crudely by a man behind her. The car sped off without so much as a word.

“Hey!” she’d called, standing there like a fool. How had that just happened? She stood for a moment, stepping off the curb and onto the street as the taillights of the limo disappeared at the next intersection.

“Stella, I would suggest you get yourself off of the road,” a man called out to her. When she turned then she was face to face with the same bold dark haired man as earlier. “How did you know my name?” she demanded, her eyebrows knitting as the three of them began to walk towards her. The way their shoulders hunched towards her, it was a little too intentional. She’d run for the door to the bar, only to get two feet before one of them wrapped his arms around her. There wasn’t a soul outside at this hour. The other two looked around as if to check before the third leaned over her shoulder and crudely plunged a small needle into the back of her left thigh. Immediately her body seemed to numb and when she turned to look helplessly into the eyes of her attacker she saw his canines elongate over his lower lip.

Wait, what?

* * *

“Wake up Stella.”

As her eyes flickered open she heard his voice again. That dark voice. The one with the teeth. As her head lolled forward she felt an arm support her as her knees buckled again underneath her. When she could finally muster enough energy to open her eyes she found herself in a strange room flooded with a warm ambient light provided by hundreds of tall lit candles. The flames made her swallow and the fear of what was happening made her conscious finally roll fully out of its drug induced stupor.

“Good girl,” the vampire chided. She looked behind her to see the face of the man who’d taken her at the club. Immediately she began to try and wrench her arms free from his hold. His grip was like steel and no matter how much she threw herself in his arms his fingers didn’t move an inch. She found herself dragged across the threshold of the room and into the middle of it in the midst of a circle of candles. When she turned to look behind her she saw a slew of hooded individuals, all watching her patiently and in silence. When she looked forward she saw a very tall and begrudging looking man. His hair was longer, flowing over his ears to his chin in soft brown waves, highlighting the hint of stubble across his chin and cheeks. His features too appeared perfect in the light and his eyes, they were the same eyes as the one who held her. She began to truly fight then.

Stella kicked her legs out in every direction, using her own hands to push away those of the vampire who held her. She couldn’t help but cry in that moment, shrieking as she was forced closer to this man. No! This was bad. Her hysterics earned her a shrewd kick to the small of her back by the man who held her. The young woman couldn’t help but fall to her hands and knees before the incredibly tall over. She could feel the leering stares as she tried to pick herself up. Her fear made her feel so small in that moment and her tears began to blind her. “No,” she kept murmuring to herself.

Then he leaned down, kneeling beside her and tucking a slice of her long dark blond hair behind her ear to expose her neck. She shivered and was immobile then, her body stuck on her hands and knees next to this man. He was so elegant next to her as he leaned his mouth next to her ear. "I will make this as painless as possible child," he whispered to her. The sound of his cool voice made her entire body ripple with a shudder. She screamed then and tried to move only to find his hands gripped her and his mouth at her throat in a split second.

The bite was excruciating and the pitch of her tone changed for a second before she began to go numb. Her muscles began to sing shortly after, or so it seemed to her. Her body felt as if it were tenderly being caressed from the inside out, stroked and loved as her life began to leave her. She could feel herself on a precipice between life and death, how close she was to it. Her eyes dropped closed and she slumped into his shoulder as she could no longer support her own weight. She could feel something drip down her chin for a split second before her consciousness again left her.

* * *

When her eyes opened it was again to a strange room, one that was large and bathed in dark fabrics and soft lighting. As she blinked back residual tears she gasped, inhaling air as if she had been drowning. She sat upright in an instant, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the unfamiliar silk sheets. She breathed quickly, her eyes panicked and looking across the room in a daze. Where was she?

The bed she lay in was monstrous, far larger than anything she’d ever seen. Fear had her scrambling to get out of it. As she tumbled from the bed and onto the floor on shaky legs she began to assess herself, running her eyes over her hands and legs for any signs of abuse or struggle. She found none. Then her hand immediately reached up to her neck to feel a thin bandage taped evenly and well across the wound. So it had happened? She wasn’t dreaming? Her eyes scanned the room. Where was a clock? What time was it?

Where, she wondered then too, was a weapon? She turned only to find herself facing a floor length mirror.

She was still dressed in her outfit from the club. Her hair was disheveled though shinier than she remembered it being. Her skin though, that astonished her. As she leaned in closer she saw no trace of her early acne scars or even freckles across her nose. She was flawless. Her eyes widened. It was then that she heard noise from beyond the bedroom. She turned to the door, grabbing the closest thing to her – a bedside lamp – and stood boldly ready to throw it at whoever came to check on her.

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As Raziel sat at his bar he thought of all that the child would be going through, Fear, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. The basic grief process of the human for the loss of life. He had become quite accustomed to dealing with it. However this would be different, for though she is not alive, she is not dead, she is of course an undead. “Not as dead as I am” Raziel whispered to himself, “But still not alive as she once was” “What shall I do when she awakens from her slumber? What will she think? And even if I explain what had happened… Will she accept what has been forced upon her?” Raziel thought as he pored himself more wine (A Red wine with traces of blood in it). "I can only hope that I can convince her that this will be a better life. Or at the very least an acceptable one."

Raziel had heard a thump from his room, assuming that his new companion had awakened he walked to the room holding his drink in one hand. As he got closer to the room Raziel slowed as not to scare her to badly. Raziel slowly opened the soundless door and looked in on the girl with the bed side lamp that would more than likely soon be hurled towards his face. "Good morning young one." Raziel spoke in a quiet calm voice.

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The back of her scalp prickled with apprehension as she stood there waiting for the door to open. A shudder roared through Stella's body as it opened. The man who’d bitten her appeared, dressed in the same messy clothes as before. She screamed and hurled the lamp at his head. She half expected her shot to fall flat as it was rather heavy. Instead it swung shy of his face, hitting the wall beside the door and shattering a picture frame along the way. It slammed down from the wall onto the floor. The ceramic base of the lamp shattered with the glass of the frame, spraying out across the room and floor. Shards reached her skin and Stella watched as they slid across her arm instead of drawing blood.

"Good morning young one," the man spoke calmly. Stella's eyes widened at the tone of his voice and how collected he was. “Stay away from me,” she whispered lowly at first, her voice growing in harshness. Her tone was bitter and laced with anger. Her eyes stung as she wanted to cry. “Let. Me. Go. Home,” Stella demanded, enunciating her every word. Her body was shaking as she spoke. Her hands clenched and unclenched into fists. She wavered on her feet, shifting from foot to foot. Her eyes scanned over him again and again, taking in the hallway behind him, wondering if she could break past him and make a run for it.

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Raziel felt the shards of the lamp slam up against his back. He was very disappointed with her aim he didn’t even have to move that much to dodge it, they would have to work on that. As Raziel looked her over he saw that she was quite scared yet she hid it very well for a girl in her situation. He hadn’t noticed it before but she was quite a cute girl.

“Let, Me, Go, Home” She demanded. “But of course I will” Raziel said calmly. “However first we need to discuss a few things. The first thing that I would like to tell you is that what you have become and what happened to you was not my idea. You where a punishment to me.” He paused for a moment to sigh. “I am sorry that it may seem like a punishment to you too.” Raziel then turned to the door. “You will find cloths in the closet that may suit your likening. Please wear whatever you wish I will be in the foyer.” And with that he closed the door and returned to the main room and sat on the couch.

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Stella watched him with utter hatred. The anger bloomed in the base of her stomach the more he spoke. His tone continued to be calm and even. It reminded her of those movies where the serial killers tortured people in cruel ways, speaking as they went, never having a change in tone as they went. It creeped her out.

“But of course I will,” he continued. She didn’t like that she didn’t know his name. “However first we need to discuss a few things. The first thing that I would like to tell you is that what you have become and what happened to you was not my idea. You were a punishment to me.”

A punishment? Where had that idea come from? She scoffed and looked at him with wide eyes, listening to him sign. Stella swallowed and felt an uncomfortable jolt in her throat. It was enough for her entire upper lip to twitch in response. She continued to shake.

“I am sorry that it may seem like a punishment to you too,” he told her sincerely. “You will find cloths in the closet that may suit your likening. Please wear whatever you wish I will be in the foyer.”

She watched him turn back to the door. She stepped twice across the room after him as he moved into the hall. Stella feared that he would lock the door behind him but he simply closed it. She stood face to face with the wooden panel and leaned her forehead against the wood. She slammed a hand against the wall next to the door angrily and couldn’t help but wail. She gasped. As she cried out her throat constricted again. A burning sensation tore at her lips and her tongue felt dry as a dessert in an instant. She coughed and turned around to eye the room from the door. He said there were clothes in the closet?

As she moved across the dark bedroom she breathed deeply, wrapping her arms around her chest tightly. She was slow to move towards the closet but once she did she found it was an extraordinarily large walk-in, twice the size of anything she’d ever seen in a person’s apartment. She was shocked to see that half of it was female, an assortment of anything and everything – business wear, cocktail dresses and even sleepwear. Stella idly touched the fabric and shivered, stepping back and out. This was weird. Did he fantasize that she would wear these things while he did things to her? She shuddered again. Her throat burned again and she swallowed despite it.

She stepped out into the hall still dressed in her in black sequin dress from the night before. Stella moved through the hall, irked that her heels clicked across the hardwood. When she emerged in the living room she saw that he was on the couch, sitting and relaxed. She eyed the door behind him. It really wasn’t all that far. Maybe she could get to the hall and scream. His neighbors would surely notice.

For a moment she stood there quietly, looking at him and not saying a word. Her arms dropped to sides slightly and she moved suddenly, lunging for the door. She threw everything she could into that run and it seemed like the fastest she’d ever crossed a room. Her hands were on the doorknob, moving to open it as fast as she could. She twisted it and threw the door open, placing her hands on the doorframe to launch herself into the hall. Then she felt him behind her and she froze.

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Stella could care less if he was hurt by her intention. Her hands were on the door frame, her fingers pressing into the wood as she readied to pull herself from this apartment. She stared into the hallway and found herself face to face with nothing but an elevator and a front hall. His apartment was the penthouse. She was startled and frozen and couldn't come back to herself until he touched her. When his hands laced around her wrist she felt a pull within her towards him paired with revulsion.

“Please allow me to explain all that is happening and then you are free to leave and return to your life,” He told her. She turned and looked at him in the eyes, pulling at her hand from his touch only to find him too strong. It reminded her of that room and the bite. She pulled harder. He continued, “Just not your living life. Just come back inside and allow me to explain.”

"My...living life?" she repeated his words in a daze. Her chest heaved and she was scared again. This rapid transition of emotions made her throat hitch again and she clawed at it with her free hand, clenching the one he held in his hand in a tight fist. Slowly he moved around her to close the door. She felt his breath on her neck again and how cool he was. His proximity made her uncomfortable. Her body was...infatuated. And yet...she hated him? She choked on air.

He still held her hand. She found herself facing him, sandwiched between his door and himself.

"I don't understand. Are you going to kill me?" she asked weakly. Her voice cracked and she was filled with dread. Her father had lost a lot in his life. He'd been an orphan at sixteen and a widower at thirty. When he'd adopted her she'd become his world. If he lost her she didn't know what might happen. "Why me?" she added, confused. She'd just been grabbed by those men at the club. The thought made her uncomfortable and she pulled at her hand again. She backed into the door and held the doorknob as if it was a reassurance.

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Stella could feel the sleekness and the cold of the doorknob in her hand. No matter how long she held onto it, the metal was not warming to her touch. She felt funny and not at all in a tickled sense. She was cold and her heart seemed so slow. In moments of fear and confusion such as this she'd always heard her heartbeat in her ears. Instead it was a dull and barely recognizable beat in her chest; so slow she knew something was wrong with her.

“No. I am not going to kill you,” he told her simply. She sighed and exhaled deeply only to gasp when he looked at her directly. “I am not going to kill you because I already have child. You are a Halfling. A vampire human, You are of the undead. You are now of my blood. And if you will allow me to speak in a more civil way I will try and explain to you in the best way I can just what it is that happened to you and just what will happen from now on.”

It didn't make sense to her, this nonsense about vampires. She stared at him with her lip trembling then, unsure of just what he had said. There was a sincerity to his words and the way he addressed her. He almost seemed in pain as to what he had done to her. And something had been done. She knew it. But vampires were fairy tales or television shows and fiction. They couldn't be real. The world was half crazed for them. How could they exist and no one know?

Her throat clenched again as he stepped away from her. Stella found herself left with her back pressed to the door and her hand on the doorknob. She twisted it slightly and heard the click of the lock pulling.

And yet for as much as she wanted to yank open the door and run she felt some strange pull to him. As soon as his touch left her she felt odd. Her body seemed to run with tension as he walked farther away from her. She felt drawn to him. Maybe this was what those people had when they were kidnapped, she wondered. That syndrome where they start to sympathize with the psychopath who stole them from their previous life.

"If he's right in what's he's said to me," she thought, "then I have had my life literally stolen from me..."

Slowly she moved back from the door. When her hand dropped off the doorknob she reached up to scratch at her throat where it was sore. Hesitantly she stepped back over to the couch and sat as far opposite from him as possible. When she sat she half thought the couch to swallow her up. Crossing her legs at the ankle she sat rigidly and uncomfortably there with him. "What's your name?" she asked lowly.

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The more he spoke, the more she felt as if she could fall into his voice. It was lulling, how level and calm his tone was. But in the same breath he was confusing and bewildering. “My name is Raziel. I am a vampire, I was born long ago. However I broke this new vampire law put out by these new young bloods and they consider Halflings punishment. That is where you come in,” he explained, looking at her and pausing with a sigh. He sighed a lot, she realized. Stella remained silent in response, her eyes widening with her fear the more he spoke. “You see they picked you at random from the bar to become my blood bond as to forever shackle me and make me have to watch over you.”

Halfing?

Stella looked down at her hands in that moment to run her fingers over her palms, feeling the different texture of her skin. Every one of her scars was gone and she'd had a few. If he was right - and he did seem earnest - then she was half human and half vampire. A chill ran over her skin and she shuddered, her hands clasping at her thighs. She found herself holding her breath.

Vampire laws?
So she was shackled with a criminal?
Pulled at random?
Punishment?

Her head spun with the facts.

"Why don’t I start off simpler, my name is Raziel Kain of Nosgoth. What is yours?” He asked her simply. She looked up from her lap and was quiet for a moment, swallowing only to find the pain in her throat sharper.

"Stella," she said lowly in response a moment later. "My name is Stella Lucerne."

She wasn't at all sure if she should ask him a question in response. She was resigned to biting on her lower lip and needlessly running her hands over her fingers. "What law did you break?" she asked lowly.

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Stella inhaled deeply, her breath heavy in her chest when she finally exhaled. She listened to him and his response intently but her eyes barely moved to look at him.

“I broke the law that no vampire should ever kill another of his/her own kind. Especially not for the protection of humans, that is exactly what I did. You see unlike the rest of my kind I happen to like the human race. They are very kind, gentle, and intriguing race. They have come so far since I was turned. However they are week, fragile, and still not learned in many ways. You see that is where I come in. I have chosen to be a protector of the human race. But this counsel doesn’t like that idea so before now I have simply kept to my medical practice. But when a human woman was being attacked by a vampire I stepped in and killed him… But I was...” he trailed and she could feel his eyes on her. Stella looked up for an instant from her hands, her fingers knotted together at that point. Her eyes connected with his and an energy spread through her body. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably and her gaze moved back to her hands.

“I was quote punished unquote with you,” he finished, his tone unhappy. Her mood was filled suddenly with his dread. The rapid transition of her emotions made her agitated. Normally she was so self-controlled. Today it felt as if she couldn't keep a handle on what she felt for more than a minute.

“Would you like a drink?” He asked. She looked up again at him and saw him mention to a bar behind him. Her eyes glanced over it wearily, idly recalling her drunken friends who were likely nursing hangovers and unsure of where she was. Fear pooled in her stomach and her expression fell into one of dread. “And please if you have any more questions please ask them and let me know,” he added.

"What day is it?" she asked, her tone anxious. "What time is it?" she added a moment later. Her eyes scanned the room for a clock. She didn't have her cell phone with her. "Did the others...keep my purse?" she wondered aloud, recognizing then that her small beaded clutch containing her cell phone was nowhere in sight.

Her anxiety seemed to make the feeling her throat worse. Her eyes darted across the room again, landing on his glass of wine on the table next to her. The smell of it was suddenly overwhelming. She leaned towards it without even thinking, her eyes staring at it with fixation.

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Raziel looked at her. “Your purse is in the closet. I will fetch it for you” Raziel got up and walked over to the closet as he did he spoke saying “As for the day. It is June 5th, the time” He looked at his watch “Ten O’clock AM. And as for your lust to that wine glass it will not fill you.” Raziel opened the closet door and pulled out her purse, “Though the smell is intoxicating to freshly turned.” He closed the door and started to walk back “You unfortunately will be stuck sipping from a different cup. For in that glass” Raziel said as he returned to her, her purse “Is wine, and blood. But normal blood will do nothing to satisfy your hunger. You must live from drinking from me. I am your life source. Just another messed up part of this stupid punishment.” He growled.

Raziel took his wine glass and had a sip. Then putting it down and looking at her. “The true question right now is. Are you willing to accept this and drink from me?” He asked as he rolled up his sleeve. “Or will I be forced to chain you so you can not harm any living creature?” He left his sleeve rolled up. “If you wish to satisfy that hunger which you feel then drink from me.”

(OOC: sorry for it taking so long. I had some final finals I had to take. :P)

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Stella couldn’t help but stare at the glass of wine. Her eyes traced the rim of the glass and the hold it had over it’s contents. Slowly her lips parted and she inhaled the scent of it through her mouth. Breathing it in she felt the back of her throat burn. She leaned in closer, her hands on her thighs itching to reach out and touch it.

It wasn’t until Raziel spoke that she inhaled sharply and broke her stare with the blood infused wine. She clenched her hands together into fists and leaned back into her sip, biting on her lower lip and looking up at him across the room.

“Your purse is in the closet. I will fetch it for you,” he told her while he stood and crossed the room. When he opened the door to the front hall closet she caught a glance of several leather coats and her own red trench. “As for the day. It is June 5th, the time” He looked at his watch, “ten O’clock AM.”

Her eyes widened at that fact. It had only been a few hours. She’d been snatched from the girls at close to four in the morning. She stood up in a hurry to grab her bag from him. If she was lucky they were still hung over and passed out. She’d be able to avoid being declared a missing person.

He pulled her small beaded clutch from off a shelf, turning back to her and continuing. “And as for your lust to that wine glass it will not fill you,” he explained to her idly. Her glance moved back to that glass on the table and she couldn’t help but swallow again though her mouth was empty.

“Though the smell is intoxicating to freshly turned,” He added, closing the door behind him as he returned to the sofas. Stella looked up at him wide eyed. It was like she’d forgotten the largest part of being a vampire. She needed blood. The thought of it made her head spin a little and she could only clench her hands tighter.

“You unfortunately will be stuck sipping from a different cup. For in that glass is wine, and blood. But normal blood will do nothing to satisfy your hunger. You must live from drinking from me. I am your life source. Just another messed up part of this stupid punishment.” He told her with a growl. She took her bag from him as he offered it, immediately sinking back onto the couch to pull out her phone. As she unlocked the screen of her blackberry bold her eyes widened at the sight. 21 Missed Calls.

She scrolled through the numbers, seeing Mona’s number half a dozen times, four from her assistant and the rest coming from her father or his secretary. Idly she opened her messages which were worse. Between work related emails she had a barrage of worried words from the girls and her father. She looked up from the screen and into the eyes of Raziel as he sipped his wine. Her phone slid through her fingers and onto the floor as she watched him drink. When he set it down her eyes rested on his lips, seeing the residual drizzle settle on them before he licked them.

“The true question right now is. Are you willing to accept this and drink from me?” He asked her, rolling up his sleeve. Stella blinked twice in response to him. “Or will I be forced to chain you so you can not harm any living creature? If you wish to satisfy that hunger which you feel then drink from me,” he explained to her slowly.

It seemed so…bogus. Her craving wasn’t at all for him but what was in his glass. She looked at him and then back at the wine. Her head tilted sideways and for a moment she was still, contemplating.

Her fixation was broken again as her phone rang. Startled she half stood from her seat, reaching down to scoop her phone off of the floor before turning away from him to answer it.

“Oh my God! Stella! Tell me you’re there!” Mona shrieked. Her bride to be friend sounded like she stone cold sober and half in tears. “We drove around for hours trying to find you after we left you! Where are you!”

“I’m okay,” Stella replied, her voice somewhat shaky. “I met a guy who offered me a drink. I got drunk. I spent the night in his…” she paused and looked over at Raziel, her free hand drifting to the bandaged wound on her neck. “guest room.”

“Stell! You don’t sound like yourself,” Mona squealed. “Don’t let him be a one night stand! And PULEASE call your Dad. He kind of flipped when we told him we’d lost you.”

“Please send him a message. My phone is going to die and I’m a little busy. Promise him that I’m okay. I swear it,” Stella reassured her. When the phone clicked she looked down at the screen, emotions running wild. She scrolled through messages from her father. They started out around 5 in the morning. He would have been up with his personal trainer.

Morning Sunshine. Where are you? Didn’t see that you’d come in from last night.

They grew more frantic.

Just called Mona. She said they lost you around 4am. Where are you?

Stella! You call me! Please!

Please tell me where you are! I don’t care if something happened.

They were spaced apart and reasonable but they made her throat swell. As she became upset the smell of the wine became overwhelmingly. Again she dropped her phone, her fingers reaching out for the glass without thinking. When she took it in her hand she brought it to her lips immediately. Gracefully she tilted the glass back, swallowing the remains in two sips. When she set it down she found herself breathing quicker. Her eyes blinked rapidly and she looked at hands unsure of what she’d just done. They was no satisfaction from it. If anything her throat burned worse.

"I have to do what?" she asked him shakily, her eyes look at him terrified. She felt more fear then than when she'd been in the bedroom. Saying she was a halfling was one thing but asking her to drink blood...from him...a vampire...it didn't sound bearable.

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Raziel sensed her fear and was quite glad that he had spent even his human years as a calm collected man, Giving him the ability to be calm even now. Raziel spoke softly and quietly as he brought his wrist up to his mouth “You must drink from me” He said then bit into his own arm allowing the blood to run free from his veins and holding it over the wine glass now resting on the table and allowing it to drain into it for a time. “This will calm your nerves but you will need some more so when you are ready my arm will be here so you can get it from the source.” He said calmly. “Once you have had your fill we will continue talking about what is to come. Then I will take you to your father and you can return to your life. But know that you and I are bonded, what you feel, I feel, whatever you do that is in direct disconcern with the vampiric law I will be blamed for, and you will always need me to keep yourself from going into a berserk and doing to people what you just did to that glass of wine.”

Raziel had cleared his schedule for the next few days as to help her with her transistion. He was glad that he had. He knew he would be drained by the time he was done getting used to these scattered emotions that this child was having. “I can only hope that they will calm down” He thought as he eased back into his seat wrapping his wound as not to drip on his floor.

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It was unlike her to feel so erratically. Stella had to remind herself of why she was there and what he had done to her. As she stood there, feeling as if she was losing control of her body, her neck wound pulsed with the recollection of his bite. She winced and felt like she was beginning to panic. He’d said she was a Halfling. She was only half a vampire. She still needed blood. She’d just drank a glass of wine laced with blood. Her hands began to shake again like she was suffocating.

“You must drink from me,” Raziel replied simply. Her face blanched and drained of what little color her skin possessed. She watched him bite into his own arm and extend it out to the glass on the table. Her eyes trailed his blood as it slowly slid down the length of his arm. It was darker and thicker than a human’s. She’d seen enough of it to know that there was a visible difference. As he filled the glass he was silent. She couldn’t look into his eyes as she tried to process what he’d told her.

As a Halfling she could drink from humans but it would do nothing for her. She was bound to this vampire, Raziel. The more his blood poured from his arm the more she wanted it. Again, without even thinking, she leaned towards the glass, her eyes fixated on it.

“This will calm your nerves but you will need some more so when you are ready my arm will be here so you can get it from the source.” He said calmly. “Once you have had your fill we will continue talking about what is to come. Then I will take you to your father and you can return to your life. But know that you and I are bonded, what you feel, I feel, whatever you do that is in direct disconcern with the vampiric law I will be blamed for, and you will always need me to keep yourself from going into a berserk and doing to people what you just did to that glass of wine.”

Nerves. Right. That’s why she felt as if the room was closing in on her. Stella turned to eye the walls suspiciously, the dark paint bothering her. It seemed to serve as a reminder that she was now going to live through hell on earth for another man’s mistakes. It wasn’t right. She was being punished for something he had done.

As he stepped back from the glass and settled onto the couch, Stella snatched the blood from the table. She cradled it in two hands and turned away from him, her thoughts disappearing as she was confronted with his blood. The smell of it suddenly overwhelmed her. She brought the rim of the glass up to her nose and smelled it, feeling consumed by it all at once. She dropped to the couch and brought the glass greedily to her lips, drinking it as fast as she could. She was composed enough not to spill a drop. It slid past her mouth and into her throat, soothing the pain the moment it hit the back of her tonsils. When the glass was empty she wasn’t satiated yet. She swallowed and inhaled, throwing her head back to gasp. Her eyes dilated, her pupils dominating her irises. Around her eyes a slew of veins began to turn dark. Her teeth were coated in it and she swallowed the remnants twice over before turning to look at him, seeing his arm and the wound barely wrapped. She crawled along the couch until she was beside him, her hands moving outstretched to bring it to her mouth.

More. I need more,” she whispered. The sound of her own voice scared her. Suddenly she blinked and her eyes shrank. Awareness came back to her. Where was she? She’d moved across the room somehow…

Stella swallowed, bringing the back of her hand to her lips which felt wet. When she pulled back she saw a bloody kiss on the back of her knuckles. She rose to stand immediately, backing into the table with enough force to knock it back and consequently to send the wine glass toppling to shatter on the floor. The sound of the glass scared her and she shuffled to the side again and into the couch, tripping and falling so that she had to brace herself on the top cushion.

“What did I just do?” she asked aloud, more to herself than him. It was like she couldn’t hear him when he did tell her things right now. She looked at him, again confused. Slowly she moved back from the room before breaking into a run. She had to leave there where it was. She just couldn’t be there with it. The blood. She grabbed her phone off the floor as she hurried by. She didn’t even think. She bypassed the main apartment door and went straight to the bedroom, closing the door with a slam before she started to move things in front of it, backing into the back corner of it until her back touched the wall. Her body heaved. She felt her stomach churn and she gagged, feeling it come back into her mouth. She cupped a hand in front of her lips to see it – Raziel’s blood mixed in with her own spittle. Stella slammed her hand into wall, sliding down the length of it as her knees buckled. This was too much. She cried and found that she choked instead. Her eyes stung with tears that refused to come. It was like she couldn’t cry.

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Stella heard him run after her but she didn’t care. The girl was so overwhelmed with her own actions that she needed to be alone, if only for a moment. She felt desperate. This was so unlike her. Perhaps when she was younger the emotions were normal but as a young adult she’d always been composed in the face of most challenges. Her father had always been composed and she’d emulated him in time. As she thought about her father, her phone began to ring. She still held it in her hand, her fingers running blood over the back of it as she rushed to answer.

“Stella baby!” he said, sighing audibly with relief. “Stella, my God. Mona called and said she finally reached you. I had to hear your voice.”

“Stella please let me help you, I know how this feels, How you feel. You feel like you have been punished with a burden because some other person made a mistake, but believe me this isn’t a curse…” Raziel shouted through the door simultaneously.

“Is everything okay Stella?” her father asked. “Did I hear someone with you?”

“Daddy,” she replied shakily, fighting for control over her own voice. “Daddy I’m okay. I met a guy last night who let me sleep off the alcohol on his couch.” The lie hurt and she continued to listen to Raziel shout through the door at her, imploring her to let him in to help her, that what had been done wasn’t horrible. It was though. She was disgusted with herself. She’d swallowed a stomach full of blood from another being. He’d made her a Halfling…a monster.

“Honey you don’t sound like you. I’ll come and get you. Where are you?” her father implored. Stella could only laugh lowly to herself sadly. “I don’t even know,” she said aloud. “I must have been out of it when we got in last night.”

“I’ll trace your phone, have Carrick come and get you,” her father said urgently, referring to his personal body guard and driver. “Daddy no!” Stella said suddenly. She heard him jerk in his seat, knocking something over at her response. “I don’t want you with that man. Did he take advantage of you Stella? Be honest,” her father asked protectively. “No he didn’t Daddy. I promise I’ll come home when I’m ready,” she replied. She knew this was painful. “I don’t want you to see me like this,” she added. He sighed again. “I have seen many things Stella. You hungover is one of them. Please come home.”

“I will when I can Daddy,” she told him. At least that wasn’t a lie. “I love you,” she smiled weakly into the phone. “I love you too. Be safe, please,” he concluded, his voice strained. She swallowed and heard him end the call. The line died out and she leaned forward, pocketing her phone before cradling her head in her hands. Raziel’s words broke through again and she winced at the thought of children when he mentioned them. More half babies likely. Like that book Twilight. She could never do that to a child. It seemed moot in her mind.

“Your life doesn’t have to change much child. Not if you don’t want it to,” Raziel called out to her again. “I can help you through the initial changes but after a week maybe two you will have no need for me other then to be the one to keep you from becoming a creature of the night. And I will gladly do that. If you will let me child.”

He made her feel pitifully young then. Like a toddler. But she felt like one too in that moment. Despite being twenty-four years old she was being coddled by both her father and this vampire. Did she need it? She felt like she was drowning under the weight of everything – the effect this would have on her future and those she loved. More so that this vampire would be in here life and she would depend on him. She hated being dependent. It wasn’t in her to be – which naturally had driven a lot of men away from her in the past.

“I can only help you if you let me Stella,” Raziel said lowly. So lowly she wasn’t sure that she was meant to hear it.

“I am a monster,” she murmured, leaning back into the wall to throw her head back. “I can hurt so many people without even thinking. And I don’t want to hurt anyone…or watch them die…”

How easy would it be to treat a person like that glass of wine? To just become fixated on it, tune everything else out, take from it what she wanted, and come to after. It was like something else inside her took over.

“I don’t want this,” Stella continued, exhaling deeply. She moved to cross her legs. “I can’t even control myself.”

As she looked up and towards the door she noted that she'd only managed to pile a minute amount of things around it. She stood up slowly and showed the nightstand out of the way, opening the door to face him wearily. "If you killed me, would they be angry?" she asked lowly.

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Raziel stood from his place on the floor to look Stella in the face. “With out my death you can not die. And need to continue to help human kind and protect them. So I don’t know if they would be angry. But I can not allow myself to die… Not yet.” Raziel looked at her knowing of her fear. “But you can learn to control yourself as I have. As long as you keep yourself satisfied with me you will not want for the blood of others. You can be normal. However if you truly do not want to have the ability to hurt anybody physically, I can lock you here chained to a wall like the monster you think you are. But I can guarantee you” Raziel said putting his finger up and pointing it at her face not close to it but at it. “You will hurt your father more if he thinks that his little girl is dead than if you where to be with him and tell him what happened. I can one hundred percent guarantee that.” Raziel turned back to the foyer and began to walk sighing. “Believe me I know what it is to lose something you truly love and care about.” He said with great sadness as he returned to his bar and pored himself a drink. “And those are the memories that will stay with you till the end of time.” Raziel whispered to himself.

Raziel thought back to before he had taken the life of Kain. Raziel had found a woman turned her and made her his bride. However Kain didn’t like the choice that he had made, and so from the shadows Kain sent some of his men to kill Raziels precious Elara. Raziel had been there and tried to fight them off, but he failed and was knocked unconscious by these creatures. When he awoke Elara was strewn across the floor in multiple pieces blood everywhere. And written on the wall in her blood was a note saying “Your next Raziel” Then with the symbols of one of the other vampire clans was drawn below. Raziel went on a killing spree of that clan… None of them survived into the next century.

Raziel whispered under his breath, Not even really meaning to say anything. "I know of what I speak"

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As he answered her, Stella listened but the more he spoke, the more she questioned. “You can eat real food, in fact in your case it would probably be a good idea if for no other reason than to keep up appearances’. I still do it because food tastes good,” he replied first. She swallowed then, wondering if food would still be appetizing or if she’d be wanting raw meat like a carnivore. She asked then about children, a question that did make her heart sink a little.

“Your children would be human. Your reproductive system only works because of your living half so your child would be a full human. An added plus is that you now have complete control over your womanly cycles. You won’t be running out of eggs unless you want to. For the whole controlling of that I have female acquaintances that can help you with that particular lesson,” he explained quickly, trailing at the end as Stella curled her lip slightly at the topic. She shuffled awkwardly where she stood and watched him quietly while her mind moved forward with more questions. So he had numerous Halfling acquaintances...this made her wonder how large the secret vampire community was.

He looked at his drink. She looked at the floor, stepping forward slightly only to heat his hardwood floor creak beneath her weight. Slowly she moved forward, stepping across the room until she could seat herself next to him at the bar.

Leaning forward she held her head in her hands, running her fingers through her hair and exhaling deeply. For a moment she stared at the wall, not saying anything. Her eyes skipped over the various liquors, knowing full well which ones she would die to cook with, what was cheap and what was expensive. A selection of them were expensive brews.

Stella found however that her focus couldn’t dwell on the liquors. She found herself drawn to the man next to her. When she looked up at him again she felt his eyes on her. She curled her toes against the foot of the bar stool and felt her stomach turn with of all things butterflies.

“Why do I feel attracted to you?” she asked suddenly. “I should hate you…”

She wondered then if it was only her or if he felt anything at all.


ooc : || Sorry for the delay, had to pull a double shift at work and get some other things done.

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Stella stared at his lips as they pulled into a sly smirk. She felt another wave of butterflies run through her stomach again and she shifted in her seat. She hadn’t been this fidgety since her mother had been killed and she’d found herself in a millionaire’s apartment within a matter of weeks.

“I believe that is a side effect of the turning. For some reason it is rumored that the Halfling and the vampire who turned them will fall hopelessly in love and never want for anything more.” He chuckled. Stella sheepishly hunched her shoulders and turned her gaze back to the wall opposite them. He found this amusing. She felt like a school girl. “Sounds like a fairy tale to some,” she whispered, laughing lowly to herself.

“I find that a load of bull shit. After all why would you want me? Simple answer because you need me for life that is the only reason.” Raziel sighed. Stella closed her eyes and leaned her face into her hands. Yes there was that. “There is no reason you have to fall for these emotions that wouldn’t exist without the turning. I am sorry that you feel this way."

Stella felt his eyes turn to her again. It was like her skin burned when she felt him watching her. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at him sideways. “I’m sorry too,” she muttered.

“Don’t get me wrong I feel an attraction to you too. But I would rather become attracted to you for you not this,” Raziel said, pausing to lift his hands up to quote his own words, “Curse” before putting his hands down again. “It’s a bloody curse. Believe me.” Stella replied. She ran a hand through her hair again, pushing her thick long blond locks out of her face. Her hair was horribly tangled but she didn’t have it in her to dwell on it. “Thank God I haven’t had a boyfriend in months,” she thought, shaking her head as she did so. "Or is that more of a hit against me given that I have been feeling lonely..."

“Any other questions that you have for me child? Or would you rather sate that hunger that is still eating at you?" Raziel said, lifting the same arm he’d bitten open for her earlier. As if on command the back of her throat seared. Stella choked on her own breath, turning her head away without hesitation. She was in a war with her own body at this point. She didn’t want to like him. She didn’t want to have this desire to drink his blood. But it was there. That side of her that had taken over earlier, drinking the glass of wine and of his blood, wanted to pounce on him and do things to him while she drank. And she hated herself for it. Could he see this turmoil? Did he understand it?

“No. Not that,” she managed to say weakly. “I just can’t handle drinking from your arm. Or your body. The idea of it just seems to make me feel like I’m losing control. Ask me things. You deserve to. I'll ask more I just need to calm my mind.”

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Raziel reached out his un wrapped hand to take hers into it and whispered “I know it is hard, But if you satisfy the hunger that you feel, that same hunger will disappear. As long as you just keep it satisfied you will not do what you feel you will. I know what you fear. I fear it too. When I first started to restrain myself from drinking on a whim I had the same fear and feeling that you do now. The fear of jumping anything that moved and do unspeakable things to them. Weather that was just the drinking or” He paused for a moment. “Uh things that shouldn’t be done to those un-consenting.” He said with shame in his voice. Then looking her in the eye as best as he could. “I found that as long as I kept myself fed I wouldn’t want for those things. At least not strongly enough that I even really notice it anymore. Trust me If you don’t drink that feeling will only become stronger and you won’t be able to hold yourself off from me or any other creature with blood coursing through them.”

Raziel looked at her hoping she would be able to accept this and drink. If she didn’t he would have to force feed her and he didn’t want to do that. “When you are satisfied we will be able to have an actual conversation without you having the fear of losing control. Wouldn’t that be a better way to have information come at you?”

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His touch sent a jolt through her arm. When he took her hand in his her automatic reaction was to squeeze his palm. Stella’s eyes immediately moved to his and she stared into them involuntarily. They were eyes a person could get lost in.

As he spoke she was silent, pausing only to lick her lips as he paused. She found herself able to break her gaze with him, her eyes instead moving to stare at their hands. She found it old that his skin was smooth. She expected old calloused hands and instead her palm fit well into his. Stella couldn’t help but notice that she was still warmer than he was, and while paler than normal still tanned in comparison to this man.

As he spoke it was like he read her mind. At least to a degree. She had to smirk at his remark relating to those unconsenting. What she wanted to do right now, he likely wouldn’t consent to. But she also knew he was more than capable of fighting back. Stella could feel it in his grip. Her fingers could only press into his skin, otherwise he felt hard as concrete. “I found that as long as I kept myself fed I wouldn’t want for those things. At least not strongly enough that I even really notice it anymore.”

She sighed and closed her eyes again. She continued to, hoping desperately for this to end up being a dream when it was becoming more and more of an obvious reality. His voice broke her train of thought. She squeezed his hand again, startled.

“Trust me. If you don’t drink that feeling will only become stronger and you won’t be able to hold yourself off from me or any other creature with blood coursing through them,” he added. To this she nodded, pursing her lips. “Well the movies and books have never said otherwise,” she half smiled but that changed quickly as he continued to prod her.

“When you are satisfied we will be able to have an actual conversation without you having the fear of losing control. Wouldn’t that be a better way to have information come at you?”

“I can’t do it,” she said quickly, pulling her hand only to find his grip too tight. “I can’t. I can’t do that without wanting…something else.” She swallowed and looked up at him again. There was a pull in her chest again. She moved to cross her legs. “I hate natural chemistry like this,” she muttered. It had happened once between her and a man. Stella had never been the type to kiss a man while drunk or have a one night stand. She’d always wanted to know them before committing to anything. This of course limited her choice in men, especially given her age bracket was filled with boys looking for a good time girl. It had only happened once between herself and one of her closest boyfriends. That chemistry and spark. She’d felt drawn to him but it was to a different degree than this. With Raziel it was different. It was like she couldn't control herself.

“I need another way,” she told him. “I can’t take your arm in my mouth. It’s just too much. I’m not…an animal.”

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Stella had been raised and told to always control herself. After a slew of horrible tantrums and episodes her father had begged her to check her temper. She remembered it clear as day, being eight years old and screaming as loud as she could in the living room, throwing her head back and stomping her feet as only a toddler would. Her father sat across from her on the sofa exasperated, running a hand through his short dark hair and sighing. “Stella please, please for the love of God control yourself. Look at yourself,” he’d begged her. And for a moment she’d stopped, hiccupping past tears. She suddenly didn’t recall what she was screaming about, just that she was mad at how much this man controlled her life. Of course a minute later she’d started putting up a fuss again. With time however the lesson was not lost on her.

As she sat there, her hand gripped by his, she felt like she was losing control. She caught a reflection of herself in a mirror across the room. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. Her toes were curled and her body swayed, leaning closer to him with desire but away as she tried to curtail the feelings he gave her. She was still wide eyed and largely innocent looking, apart from the blood stained color of her lips and the erratic way she was breathing. When she looked inwards on herself she found that her mouth was dry again and her heart was beginning to race in her ears.

When he cleared his throat she sat upright, biting her lower lip as she again leaned away from him, using her free hand to prop up her head on the bar.

“Well Stella I can understand the wanting for something more than just blood,” he said lowly. Her heart seemed to rush forward then. She cursed her body in thought but the anger she felt melted when he looked into her eyes again. He had eyes she could fall into, she realized. “But you’re right we probably shouldn’t have you drink directly from me.” Raziel said clearing his throat again. His hand finally free hers and she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She moved her hands into her lap, running her fingers over where he’d held. His grip had been quite tight, almost enough to leave marks. As he walked behind the bar she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. This was so strange. She was normally a confident individual. And here she was. Reduced to a lovesick school girl know nothing. She couldn’t hold herself up to him right now. If she fought back she didn’t know what would happen. What Stella did realize then, however, was that she needed to leave. Raziel had said he’d let her return to her life. She wanted very much to do so, and before she did something she felt she would regret. And very much enjoy, her subconscious added. She moved to cross her legs opposite of the way she had before just to keep moving.

“What is your drink of choice? The easiest to hide blood in are red wine, whiskey oddly enough, and the thicker ales,” Raziel said, his back turned to her for the moment. He has a hot back, she thought lowly. She could see the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt. But the more she looked at it the more she grew uncomfortable. His shirt was bloody, especially along the collar by his neck. That’s my blood, she realized. Her eyes widened and she scooted the chair away from the bar a hint. “Choose and I will make you a cocktail. Of course one of the classic clichés is the bloody marry, It isn’t that bad in all honesty,” he continued.

”I want to be with this man and yet he stole my life from me. He’s reduced me to this. And yet I thirst for his blood and his lips on mine. This isn’t right.

Swallowing, she exhaled deeply. She’d held her breath again for several moments. The air rippled with tension and she didn’t like it. She straightened herself in her seat, gathering her hair into her hands and pulling it over her left shoulder, covering the bandage where he’d bitten her.

“I don’t drink much,” she confessed, staring down to gather her hair in her hands and separate it into three chunks. “The wine from earlier was nice though if you still have some.

She didn’t drink because the smell of it reminded her of the men her mother had brought home from the clubs. They were always drunk on something. It made her sick to her stomach recalling it. To pre-occupy herself she braided her hair, keeping it to the side of her head to cover the bandage. Her fingers traced the border of it, feeling the adhesive peel back the more she pushed against it. The skin was tender. She winced.

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Stella stared at her lap, her body itching to leave this confusing mass of desire. When he looked back at her and his gaze again landed on her, Stella’s eyes shot up to stare at him. Her stomach turned and she felt her cheeks grow warmer. She squeezed her hands into fists in her lap.

“If you wish to make it just blood I can do that too. No need for there to be any alcohol if you don’t wish it. Know that it will take quite a bit more to get you any kind of buzzed now,” Raziel explained, before turning away from her again. She shook her head. “It’s not the buzz I’m worried about,” she murmured. She’d never been scared of getting hungover. She’d done that many times before. One brutal experience with tequila had her need her stomach pumped. Sure she hadn’t wanted to experience that again. She sure as hell didn’t want to put her father through that either. It was always the smell and the way it lingered on her breath. It reminded her of her dead mother. “The wine, please. It was…delicious,” she smiled. He turned around again, rag in hand. He set the glass down on the counter and she looked at her reflection in it, seeing his to the side of her. When she closed her eyes she could see it happening. She could envision herself reaching up to grab the collar of his shirt to pull him down to her mouth so that they would at least kiss. She felt warm with the thought. When she opened her eyes and she found him close to her, looking down at her, she again pushed the stool away from the bar.

“So what is it that you do for a living Stella,” he asked. She swallowed, reaching her hands out to grip the end of the bar as her chair tipped. “We’re back to simple questions?” she asked, steadying herself and the chair. She stood up and off of it, moving slightly away from him. It was a step towards the door again. She hoped he wouldn’t notice and think otherwise of her. “I work with my father. We run a series of shelters, food banks and soup kitchens that provide for the homeless and individuals below the poverty line. I also work in interior design. I do my best to give back,” she explained. After all, I had nothing. The charity. It was something very close to her heart. “I find it amusing that you’ve done this to me and know nothing about me,” she added, running a hand up to her neck again as if to remind him of the wound he’d left her with. ”Yes he did this to me. He did,” she reminded herself in thought. She felt her skin ripple as she recalled the bite now. The pain of his teeth puncturing her skin and artery, that was one thing. But the pleasure of it afterward. Her body had felt glorious. Was that what this was now too? An echo of what he’d made her feel? ”It felt horrible and yet…lovely,” she trailed, realizing a moment later that she’d voiced the thought aloud.

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Raziel stopped wiping the counter and looked at Stella. With pain in his heart he said "I want to explain again that it wasn't my choice. I didn't choose you nor did I want this to happen. I had to do this in order to get those counsel hounds off of my back. Now I can continue my practice without any otherworldly interference." He took a bottle of red wine with him as he went into the back. He spoke back in an almost whisper as he stepped into his kitchen. "Now I can save human lives without the vampire world wanting to hunt me down and kill me, Granted all they actually have the ability to do is beat the hell out of me in groups. But still." With that Raziel entered the kitchen.

In the kitchen he took an old empty bottle and filled it half way with blood and pored half of the bottle of wine into the other bottle, Then he drained enough blood into the other bottle to fill it. After that he was quite drained, litteraly. "I need to lay down" Raziel said to himself. He corked one of the bottles and brought them both out with a wine glass.

"Well I hope you enjoy. I need to rest if you truly wish to leave like you have been edging toward I would suggest that you take these bottles with you as to sate your hunger." Raziel hadn't bothered wrapping his wound it would heal on its own. So he let his arm hang to his side. Barely even draining any blood anymore. With that he reached over and grabbed his own bottle of wine and started to walk towards his bedroom taking a couple of chugs from the wine bottle. "If not then please join me in the bedroom and we can continue talking. I must simply rest after these past few hours." When Raziel got into his bedroom he took off his shirt and put on one of his robes not caring about changing his pants. And he laid down on his bed with the robe open. Not caring if she was watching.

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"I want to explain again that it wasn't my choice. I didn't choose you nor did I want this to happen. I had to do this in order to get those counsel hounds off of my back. Now I can continue my practice without any otherworldly interference," He told her, pausing in his efforts to wipe the counter. Stella looked up the length of his arm to his face again. He was sincere but stern looking. She did her best not to fidget under his gaze. He turned and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the shelf behind him, walking towards a small doorway that led into what she could only think to be the kitchen. She didn’t manage to catch what he whispered but she knew he did say something. Stella moved to the end of the counter and around it, standing close to the doorway, placing a hand on the wall. She welcome the cool feel of it against her flushed skin. She smelt his blood as he cut himself, re-opening his wounded arm. Stella swallowed and felt her feet move of their own accord. She found herself behind the bar, waiting for him. The Halfling managed to stop herself from going back there at least.

When he returned he held in his hands two bottles of wine and a crystal glass. "I need to lay down," Raziel said to himself. Stella stepped towards him, taking from him the glass at least. She was quiet, unnerved when she saw his hand drop to his side, a thin dark line of blood moving down his skin to his fingertips.

"Well I hope you enjoy. I need to rest if you truly wish to leave like you have been edging toward I would suggest that you take these bottles with you as to sate your hunger," Raziel told her. “Shit he noticed,” she thought. She swallowed and set the glass aside in order to take one bottle of blood laced wine in each hand. The thick density of it made them heavier than she would have anticipated and yet her arms were more than strong enough to take them without dropping them.

Slowly he reached behind her. She bowed her head into her chin as he moved to collect his own already opened bottle of wine. Stella held her breath as he leaned past her. He was dreadfully close. So close she couldn’t move. It seemed like he moved in slow motion, straightening himself out so that he may sip his drink straight from the bottle. Stella watched him out of the corner of her eye. Raziel walked away from her. He was silent as he moved across the room wearily.

“If not then please join me in the bedroom and we can continue talking. I must simply rest after these past few hours," he told her. Stella remained where she stood, watching him from the bar as he moved to his room and in the hall pulled his shirt over his head. She feel like swooning and had to reach out to the counter to steady herself on her feet. His body was like that of a God, at least from what she could see. Her heart raced again and she nearly dropped one of the bottles as her grip slackened for a moment.

It was a tantalizing offer, to be given the chance to lay there and speak to him. But she also knew that work was waiting for her, as was her worried sick father. She didn’t know where she was and a stranger was practically calling her to bed. She couldn’t do it. She’d enjoy it but she couldn’t. He was right in what he had said earlier. It was her lust for his blood, that was all. She moved to collect her purse from the couch and her phone from where she’d left it. Slowly she moved towards the door, collecting her heels, before opening the door. As she stood in the doorway she listened for a moment before stepping into the hall. She closed the door behind her, resisting the urge to storm back in. As she walked across the small entrance foyer to the lone elevator she pursed her lips, her arms full of her things – purse, shoes, wine and phone. As she punched the button to descend Stella had to wonder how he would find her. She could leave and go anywhere. In fact the idea of a vacation sounded wonderful that moment.

When she stepped into the steel and highly decorated elevator Stella speed dialed her family driver.

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Carrick arrived, driving a black town car and dressed in a dark suit not ten minutes after she had called. He looked visibly peeved with her as he stepped out to help her slide into the back seat. When she’d stepped out of the apartment building and into the lobby she’d found herself in one of the most prestigious apartment buildings in the upper east side.

“Your father has nearly had a heart attack over you Miss Lucerne,” Carrick said, shaking his head as he took her shoes and purse. “He shouldn’t panic like that Carrick,” she replied, her personality coming back to her. “Most twenty-somethings barely speak to their parents.”

“No Miss Lucerne. I’m not joking. Your father was rushed into emergency this afternoon. After you called him he went into distress in his meeting with Make a Wish,” the driver told her with a serious stare.

Stella looked into Carrick's eyes with honest surprise on her features. Her legs seemed to lose all feeling and she gripped the car door to remain standing. One of the bottles of wine fell from her hand, shattering on the lip of sidewalk that bordered the road. “Take me to him. Now. Please,” she begged him, sliding into the car with a stupefied look gracing her features. She’d hurt him that much that he’d panicked. She knew he’d sounded strained on the phone but this was almost too much.

The drive seemed to take forever. Traffic was thick and Carrick was silent as he navigated Manhattan’s streets as best he could. Stella could only stare out the window with her stomach in knots. She’d been so caught up in this morning. She’d felt fear, confusion, hunger, lust and now terror over what she had caused. What had happened to her didn’t matter. She was on her way back to her life. She would manage. She could leave behind Raziel and live her life.

When they arrived at the hospital Carrick dropped her off in emergency. The downtown location was nothing but Manhattan’s best. Hurriedly she laced her feet back into her heels, leaving behind all else in the car. As quick as she could run to the nurses desk she did. Her dress caught more than a few glances in the waiting room.

“I’m looking for Max Lucerne, I’m his daughter,” she asked, panic lacing her voice. The nurse at the desk looked up from a pile of clipboards to see her. The woman was unimpressed with what she saw – a disheveled party girl by all accounts. “He’s in room 304, and he’s just resting. He had a panic attack and is fine to go home in an hour or so,” she said with a grunt, shaking her head and returning to her paperwork. Stella moved beyond the station, looking at the signage for a direction. She was in the emergency wing and all the rooms started with 1. Slowly she moved towards the stairs. As her heart rate calmed she suddenly took in what surrounded her. A boy sat curled on a gurney with his mother to her left. To her right a young woman sat, her boyfriend or brother reassuring her as she received stiches to a large gnash on her knee. The scent of blood struck her hard then. Beneath the cleaners she could smell it so clearly. It was everywhere.

It was difficult for her to move for a moment. Slowly she begrudged her body to the stairs and up the two flights of stairs. Doctors and individuals moved around her, some frustrated with her pace. She was halfway to her father’s room when her throat really began to burn again. Her mouth began to water as individuals came close to her. She found herself stuck and unable to move any further. Few people were in the stairwell now. In fact it was silent. If she moved, however, she feared she might just kill the nearest individual. She could see herself doing it too, grabbing them and bringing their throat to her lips. She could use her hands to tear open the vein and with that she’d have blood at her disposal.

The wine. She remembered it then. She closed her eyes as the hunger brought on a migraine. It was in the car with Carrick. Or at least one of the bottles was. She’d been so rushed. “Fuck,” she thought, bringing her hands to her head. It hurt. This hurt. Everything was beginning to burn.

"Miss Lucerne?" a voice called out. Stella's head shot up and she looked down the stairwell, her knees to her chest. She was sitting on a platform halfway between floors 2 and 3. "Carrick?" she called back. The driver ushered himself up the stairs. "Are you alright?" he asked. She could see his jugular pulsing then. His heart was racing too. She could see it. She could hear it. And he was so tantalizingly close.

As she rose to stand she found herself moving without thinking. "Carrick, I need you to bring me the bottle of wine from in the car," she instructed him. He stopped mid step only a few feet away from her. She said it and her internal desire to bleed him dry screamed within her. She could easily reach out and claw him. And yet she broke through and she didn't know how. "Miss Lucerne, it's not even noon?" he countered with a scoff. "Please, get it for me," she demanded, her tone harsh. She slammed a hand into the railing to prove the point. His eyes widened and he moved back down to the main floor without another word. "I need him," she murmured to herself then. And by him she meant Raziel. She shouldn't have left. And yet her father was in a hospital room upstairs.

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Raziel heard Stella leave "Well I guess she didn't want to talk any more" He had only meant to speak with her not to take her to bed, He was too tired to do anything like that anyway. "I need blood and rest." He said to himself and drank more of his wine. His mind drifted off to thoughts of what this would do to his life. "I must now drain myself for the life of another. Will it be okay? Or would it be simpler to just chain her in here... Yes I suppose it would be simpler but I have spent my resent life keeping people alive so that they can make there own choices I have no right to stop that now and take away a life. She will have to find her own way though this if she doesn't allow me to help her though. And that will be a very hard road." Raziel thought to himself as he began to half drift into sleep and half be consciously drinking more and more.

Raziel laid in bed trying to rest while he finished off a second bottle. "She is probably made it home by..." he trailed off and shot up in bed as he had an overwhelming feeling of blood lust. "SON OF A BITCH!!!" He yelled taking off his robe and grabbing a shirt. "Damn it girl I told you this would happen." He charged out of his room grabbing his jacket and heading toward the hall. When he got there he pushed the down button. "Don't do anything stupid girl." He whispered to himself. As the elevator reached his floor he entered and hit the basement button. As he took it down he realized "How the hell am I going to find her?" He had a sense of a general direction of where she was but he didn't know exactly where she was. "DAMN IT!!!" He said punching the elevator wall breaking through it cracking a few support bars on the outside of the elevator. It happened often with this elevator so it would more than likely be fixed before he got home.

Raziel ran out of the elevator nearly knocking over a young man coming home from the grocery store. "Sorry" Raziel shouted as he ran. "Another emergency at the hospital doc?" The young man shouted after Raziel. "Yup" Raziel yelled back. Raziel jumped into his car ( http://static.zigwheels.com/media/content/2012/Apr/mercedes-benz-e350-cabriolet-driving_560x420.jpg In black.) turned it on and sped out of the parking garage. When he got to the road he followed the feeling that he had toward Stella. "Please Stella don't let it get to you."