Rhoan's Story

Tightening his grip on her thighs, Rhoan pushed his body up some, his hips bucking against her in an attempt to push her a little away from him. He stared up at her for a moment, before allowing his eyes to drift slowly closed when she placed her lips against his once more. He eased into the kiss, letting his maw fall open while Renée explored to her heart's content. He moaned, pulling away from her, shifting his body now to lay on his side so that she wouldn't be completely on top of him.

"Because, " he paused, feeling her hand digging into his pocket. He was quick to cover her hand with his own, pushing it away from his pocket and stuffing the vial back down into it. "You don'eed to feel like on a cloud." What? What did he just say? He shook his head and blinked a couple times, his vision getting blurrier with each blink. He shook his head again, this time more forcefully, and then leaned his neck into her while she pecked her tender kisses around his mouth, jaw, and throat.

"You're drunk, er, something?" He asked? Confusion swelled his mind, boosting his headache again. This was not good. The ecstatic effect of ingesting her blood was starting to seriously cause an issue in his system. He groaned and fell against the floor, away from her, his body lying limp. He stared up at the ceiling again, eyes anxiously searching for reality. What was happening?

She wasn’t sure what was going on, but when he pulled away from her and moved onto his side, she found herself frowning heavily. Why was he moving away from her? Scowling when she pulled her hand out of his pocket and shoved the vial back in, Renée sat up a little, her expression darkening when he asked if she was drunk. She wasn’t an alcoholic like her mother! What was so wrong with wanting a little bit more and enjoying his company? Was he rejecting her? Was this how it felt? Scrunching her nose up, she sighed heavily when he felt limp.

“I’m not drunk, Rhoan… I am just enjoying myself. But… whatever.” Sliding off him completely, she glared hard at the floor, not liking how she was starting to feel.

“In truth… you’re the first guy that I’ve felt this way towards in quite a while… But… I guess you just wanted me for my blood…” Renée frowned, starting to cry for some unknown reason.

Guilt shrouded the vampire; hearing her words were like tiny pieces of glass slicing around inside of him. He huffed a few times, feeling a little relieved that she'd climbed off of him, her weight not being a pressing issue any longer. He groaned and forced himself to sit up, leaning on his elbow as he remained still mostly on his side. He blew the pieces of his long, dark red hair out of his face and twisted his head back to rid the rest of it from slinking over his shoulder. He sighed softly at her second round of words and settled his gaze on the ground for a moment.

"I didn't mean that you're drunk," he said, carefully picking his words, thankful his mind was at least trying to work with him. His head bobbed around some, and he looked up at her, his eyes drooping down from his weary and dizzy state. "I'm enjoying you too, this is great. But I need this, you don't understand.." he explained, feeling as though his words were going to offend her. Still, he went on. "Your blood is very....fffvvery different." His head was spinning. He didn't want to lose focus again, but it seemed that's what his foggy mind was intending. He shook his head once more, this time actually focusing on one small crack in the floor, and attempting to gather his thoughts.

"Okay," he reassured himself, and continued. "I didin'wan' you for your bbblood in the first plaaaccce. You'fered, and persss'ted so I acc...accepted an'took your blood. Which, I'ma feelin' it. Heh," his words were so jumbled to the point he could barely understand himself. He sighed softly and coughed, feeling like he was never going to come down from this high. Or low. He couldn't really tell which way his body was heading. First he had anted up on copious amounts of sugar, cocaine, and alcohol, and now he took another bump of cocaine, along with ingesting foreign blood that was likely to send his body to hell and back. And it was doing exactly that. He was hyped up on the drug, but suppressed by her blood. He couldn't win. It's almost as if he might as well be sitting diagonal at this point, because being up wasn't an option, and neither was being down.

He lowered his head, shameful that she was so upset, she cried. Where was this even supposed to go? He needed to sober up...

She hated that she was crying in front of him, but with everything that had been happening coupled with coming down from her high, she couldn’t help but sob. Even when he tried to make her feel a little better, she couldn’t stop crying. Tugging her arms around her legs, she pulled her knees up against her chest, letting her forehead drop against her thighs. Rocking back and forth, she started to wonder if allowing him to drink her blood was a mistake, especially since he was having such a strong reaction to it. Shaking her head, she rolled onto her side before stretching her body out.

“Rhoan… maybe you should take a short nap to let whatever is happening due to my blood running through your body run its course?” Renée moved over to where he was half sitting up and ran her fingers through his beautiful hair before tugging him up into the bed with her. She curled around him, still softly crying.

“…I know I persisted. I didn’t know what would happen if you drank it. I guess I should have told you that I wasn’t human, but I don’t like a lot of people knowing my secrets.” Sighing, she frowned and glanced up towards the ceiling.

Shivers crept across his skin, sending an uncomfortable sensation up his spine. He stretched a little, pushing himself into her for support as she pulled him up onto the bed. He let out a soft sigh, listening to her words and trying to focus on something - anything. His vision was getting worse, and his body was becoming weaker. What had he done? He grunted a little, shifting to a more comfortable position on the bed, and resting an arm over hers, settling into the mattress.

"If I nap, I'll die," he said, so sure of himself. Thankfully those words came out clear, but he was still cautious, so he spoke slowly. He snorted let out another sigh, his body temperature fluctuating between a shiver and heatwave. "I figured you weren't human, what with your eyes and all....." His words were still clear. Yes. His eyelids sagged down, closing, and he nuzzled his face into the pillow.

"I juuuust.. if I come down from this, I will feel the paaaiiinnn. Aaaalllll of it. The same pain you're prob'ly feelin...."

Renée allowed him to get more comfortable in the bed while trying to ignore how weird this all felt to her. She ran her fingers through his hair again, soothingly while he rested one of his arms over hers. Her brow arched slightly when he sounded so sure that he would die if he napped and that worried her immensely. What had she done to him?! Shaking her head, she tried to think of what she could do to make him not die and realized she really hadn’t a clue. So, she just held onto him and continued to glide her digits through his locks.

“Rhoan… if you knew I wasn’t human, why’d you take my blood? I will never forgive myself if you die because of me.” Frowning, Renée watched him nuzzle his face into the pillow, but heard his words quite clearly.

“You stupid… life isn’t bliss. Life is just this… it’s living. The pain comes and goes, but if you let it consume you then yeah, I can see why you’d rather be high than deal with it. Yes, I am feeling pain right now… and sadness, but I know it’s just part of things and I move forward away from it in hopes that things will get better.” Renée leaned over him in order to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Sometimes you find someone that makes it worth coming down to face the pain because that person can cause the same feelings that you get otherwise.”

Rhoan let out another sigh as he listened to her soft, soothing voice. He nodded along slowly to her words as she spoke, and snorted at her comment about her not forgiving herself if he died. He gave a light chuckle and responded with a small hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Not literally, lass...."

He listened to the rest of her statement and turned his face to meet hers after she placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. His faded yellow-green orbs cracked open, settling into her gaze. A faint smile pulled at his mouth, and he groaned a little, forcing his entire body to turn around and face her completely. He pulled his other arm that was previously resting over hers away, and wrapped his other arm around her body, pulling her close to him. He reciprocated the comfort, running his dry fingers through her soft, dark hair. "She said that, too," he whispered, digging his face into the pillow again, this time nuzzling his nose up to her neck. His eyes stared down at her skin, a bit of sorrow glossing his eyes.

Smiling when he rolled over to face her, Renée was glad that he didn’t literally mean he was going to die. That calmed her down a little, though her eyes were still extremely misty. Curling up against him with the help of his arm tugging her close, she relaxed when his fingers made their way through her black strands. It had been a long time since someone had been this close to her and this gentle and she wasn’t exactly sure how to react. So, she instead just studied him and took note of the sadness in his voice when he spoke about his previous love.

“She was right, you know…” Renée ran her fingers up and down his side, one of her legs draping across his before she settled down.

“You don’t always have to hide yourself from the past… from the pain. I can help you through it… just like you can help me through my pain.” She nodded a little, enjoying the feel of his nose pressing against her neck.

Rhoan hummed at her words, snuggling closer to her as she wrapped her leg around his. It had been a very long time since he'd been intimate with a woman, especially one that wasn't his lover. Sure, he'd had flings since her, but those were short and to the point - nothing more than a fuck, if he even allowed it to go that far. Love wasn't really something he found himself interested in, but when he took in Savine, she was completely his. He had lured her in, bitten her, turned her, and kept her by his side as an apprentice for a long, long time. It wasn't until the last few years of them being together that he decided he'd take her on as his wife, and grant her the blessing of his own last name - one which she proudly wore.

He smiled at the thought and glanced down at her ring on his pinky finger, sorrow suddenly caressing his heart, clenching inside of his chest like someone was trying to rip his heart out. He grunted at her second statement, his fingers still sifting through her hair gently.

"I don't think anyone can help me through this pain.... She couldn't. What makes you think you can?" he asked, his voice still a low whisper.

Renée sighed softly, trying to get through the negative thoughts that were threatening to take over her mind. She thought of her mother and father and her baby sister, and how they almost lost Tayrn once before. She remembered wanting to spend more time with her mother and father and how they were always too busy running the bar. She remembered the day Gabrielle went away to model and how it broke her heart into tiny pieces despite knowing it was for the best. How she had to constantly protect her younger sibling from bullies before she managed to escape and how she took the blame for the first time Gabby accidentally exploded something. Shaking her head at the memories, she forced herself to focus back on him, his fingers a calm reminder that this was real and she wasn’t just hallucinating things.

“What makes me think I can help you? I’m stubborn and not like anyone else you’ve ever met, Rhoan. You shouldn’t just give up.” She slid her leg up and down against his, letting him feel that she was really there and that she truly did want to help him. She patted the vial in his pocket and shook her head a little.

“There’s nothing wrong with doing drugs to escape, but when you’re constantly high, that’s a problem. That being said… and on the chance of sounding like a hypocrite… can I have more of the drug? I’m not doing it to escape from my thoughts, but because I liked how it made me relax and not be so uptight like I normally am. I hate feeling so stressed out and worried. I just want to escape that for a little bit.” She blinked a little, hoping she was making sense.

Rhoan smiled some at the feeling of Renée's leg sliding against his. It had been too long that he felt this much warmth, love, and compassion from a woman. And although he didn't love her, he felt something for her. It was definitely there, but it was also very different from how he felt towards his deceased lover. He knew that deep down, he loved Savine - he loved her so hard and so carelessly that he let her slip away from him. He was hungry, and tired, and desperate. And he didn't care. She was his rock, and he found himself in a hard place; he found his heart melding with hatred for love and lust for power. All of his memories of her raced through his mind. Her face, her eyes, her fragile little body, all coming together in pieces of a broken puzzle he'd never forget, and never get to love again. And he was sorrow because he couldn't ask for forgiveness, or acceptance. He couldn't seek her out and start over. She was gone, and he was alone. That was the hard truth, and he knew he couldn't handle it. And although he had always been a frequent drug user, even before he met her, he couldn't stop now. It wasn't that he wanted to mask the pain completely, but that he also wanted to feel free and open and careless like he once felt when he was with her. It was an addiction, and he was addicted to her.

"No one is like anyone else. Not even twins," he teased, his hand gripping a small bunch of her hair, raising it and then letting it fall against her like a maned waterfall. He sighed and pulled his face away from her neck, picking his head up to meet her gaze. "This is not a drug. Your blood.... that's a drug," Rhoan moved his face towards hers, resting his forehead against her, not once allowing their gaze to break.

"You can have the rest of mine. I've got another in my temporary home," he snorted and removed his arm from around her, and reaching down to his pants pocket to dig out the tiny vial. He pulled it out and held it up to her, raising his brows in an offering manner. "You don't have to explain it to me, I get it. Nice to get away sometimes, huh?"

Renée tried to ignore how he made her feel whenever his fingers slid through her hair. She felt her eyes closing for a minute when he let her strands fall back down against her. It wasn’t long before she could feel the heat creeping up into her cheeks, not from anything he was doing but due to the thoughts she was having about him. Shaking her head a little, she couldn’t help but frown when he made it known that her blood was like a drug towards him.

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you have any more of my blood then, hmm?” Renée questioned softly, hating how cold her neck suddenly felt when he moved his nose from it. Though, she was grateful when he pressed his forehead against hers, her red eyes staring deep into his.

Sighing, she took the vial from him once it was offered and just shrugged a little at his comment. She had never done drugs before in her life and though she used to drink a lot, she even stopped doing that. After seeing what alcohol did to her mother, Renée decided she didn’t want the same life. That of course didn’t mean she never drank, but it usually only happened when she was having an extremely bad day. The fact that she wanted more of what he gave to her was troubling deep down in her mind, but the teen quickly pushed the thought away.

“It is nice to get away at times, yes.” She started to say something further, but stopped herself from embarrassing herself. Opening up the vial, she tipped it over, letting the rest of the white powder pile up on the back of her hand. Once it was empty, she set down the vial and without saying another word, snorted the entirety of the pile, her tongue flicking across the spot to make sure she got it all.

He leaned into her a little more, sitting up and shifting his weight a little onto her so that he'd be lying ontop of her, their legs still intertwined. He pressed his lips against hers, his body melting a little over her as he strengthened the kiss, allowing his fangs to scratch a little at her plush lips. "Mmm.... maybe, but it's the thought that counts. Not to mention, I will feel rejuvenated later once this horrible feeling wears off," he explained, his voice keeping to a soft, raspy whisper.

He moved away from her a little so that she could indulge in the remaining drug he'd given her. He watched her empty the rest of the powdered substance onto the back of her hand and inhale it through her nose in one shot. A tiny grunt escaped him, and he leaned into his elbow that was now resting upon the pillow. "Addict," he teased, a playful smirk inching across his young face.

Renée replayed the kiss that he had given her and how it made her stomach fill with butterflies and her body tighten up a little. Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip, finding the flesh almost healed, which was a plus. Of course, the moment she bit down onto it, it would probably split back open, but it was fine for now. Glad that he was going to feel rejuvenated, Renée stuck her tongue out at him when he called her an addict. She knew he was teasing and part of her knew she should be worried about what she had just snorted, but she didn’t care. Well, she might have if the drug didn’t immediately take hold of her mind.

“Oh woah! I’m totally not an addict! I’m an explorer!” Leaping off the bed, she started moving throughout the backroom, straightening everything up extremely quickly. She had a plethora of energy and was soon cleaning every inch of the room, practically running around in the process. This was a different feeling from before, well no it wasn’t, but it was a lot more intense than what she was expecting. She felt invigorated and knew she could take on the world! Laughing, she shoved her fist up into the air and challenged the roof to an attack. Leaping back onto the bed, she straddled him and ran her tongue across his neck before kissing him passionately, her body grinding down against his.

“I think I can fly.” Suddenly standing up on the bed, she jumped onto a nearby cabinet and prepared to jump from it.

He grinned at her when she stuck her tongue out at him playfully, and pulled back away from her, his grin growing wider by the second. He tilted his head at her when he saw her stand up and practically throw herself off the bed. His eyes widened from her erratic boost of excitement, watching her race through the entire room on a hyped up cleaning spree. Slightly taken aback by the strong effect it had on her, Rhoan also felt amused, and so he picked himself up into a sitting position on the bed, still watching her fly through the room. It was like watching magic happen - almost unbelievable. It reminded him of the first few times he'd ever tried the drug. He was almost like her, in a way, but it does effect everyone differently. His first experiences, however, were not as much fun as Renée's. He wasn't all too proud that his drug hymen was popped by a group of vigilantes trying to teach some other mutants a lesson. Unfortunately, he had been hanging out in the crowd and played victim in the whole act.

The memory was soon forgotten once he realized he had been toppled by her, and was now being straddled. Shock and arousal consumed him as he felt her slick tongue against his skin. He fed into it, leaning his head back and exposing more of his neck to her, but was then embraced by her lips on his. As she ground against him, he moved with her, his lust for her growing as their bodies worked together to create this fine moment.

He was very into it for a brief moment, but was caught by disappointment when she climbed off of him and stood up on the bed and started jumping around the room. Rhoan shook his head at her antics, but kept a light-hearted smile; after all, she was having fun, and who was he to stop her? Worry coasted through his veins when he realized what she was about to do, and he wasn't about to let her injure herself just because she wanted to have a good time. He stood up from the bed, adjusted himself so that his pants sat comfortably around his waist, and he walked over to her, holding a hand out to her. "Take my hand, Wendy. We'll fly together."

She blinked when he was suddenly down in front of him, his hand outstretched towards her current location. When he called her Wendy, she gasped and suddenly started looking around frantically, her mind completely gone from the land of reality. She crouched down in order to look him more in the eyes, her pupils completely unfocused. After a few minutes of just staring at him, she flicked her tongue against the back of her teeth.

“Where’s Tinker Bell and my fairy dust? Oh wait, you already gave me fairy dust!” Giggling, she jumped off the cabinet, somehow landing on her feet, though she stumbled forward a little bit against him. Blinking, she giggled and once again found herself pressing tight against his body. Suddenly squealing, she grabbed a hold of his hand and jerked him to the backdoor, unlocking it and sliding it open before tugging him outside and pulling it shut to lock it again.

“Let’s go to Neverland!” She took off down the alley, trying to run with her hand still wrapped around his. She was completely out of her damned mind.

The smile never left his face. He was actually laughing now - not even a chuckle. A full on laugh. This girl was a riot, and he was happy to finally be having a good time with someone who was just as fun as he was. His eyes gleamed at her, and his heart raced inside of his chest. He hadn't felt this way in years, and it was refreshing to feel like this again - so excited, pumped, and full of energy and life. He moved back, giving her some space so that she could jump down, but it was almost useless, seeing as she was off balanced and bumping into him to steady herself. He put his arms on her shoulders and looked down at her, pushing some strands of hair away from her face. "And I have more fairy dust," he enticed, pulling her towards him when she pressed her body against his.

He was almost on his way to enjoying the moment and embracing her, but was caught off guard by her abrupt tugging at his arm to drag him out the back door. He played along and ran with her, waiting as she locked the door, and then took off after her down the alley. "TO NEVERLAND!" He shouted, raising his fist in the air and running beside her.

“More fairy dust? YUSSSSSSS!” She cheered and ran with him down the alley, not really sure where it was they were rushing off to so quickly. She felt the wind blowing through her hair and against her face and loved it. In fact, if she closed her eyes, she felt as if the two of them were flying just like Pan and Wendy. Renée threw her hand up into the air, pumping her fist into the air a few times.

“NEVERLANNNNNNNNNNNNND!” Pausing, she glanced over at Rhoan and suddenly became extremely confused. Blinking a few times, she shifted her gaze up and down once they reached a dead end and she realized that she had no idea where they were at. The two of them had made their way down several blocks away from Gambit’s and by the time she stopped moving, they were even further than before.

“Where is Neverland at anyways, Rhoan?” She tilted her head to the side, questioning him softly.

Excitement filled his eyes as he watched Renée prance about on her high. It really was a time to be alive. So much beauty in such little things, and it was wonderful. A warm feeling passed through the vampire, as he bit into his lip a little bit, admiring her youth and determination to wash away the troubles and have a good time. And it was truly a good time. He had never seen anyone as energetic and lively as her, and he was proud that he had the privilege to get to know her. 'What an extraordinary woman' he thought to himself.

He exchanged glances at her when they reached the dead end, and shrugged his shoulders when he was asked where they were actually going. He wrapped an arm around her neck and turned her around to face away from the dead end. He gave simple smile and looked out down the alley outstretching his other arm, offering her view of the sky. He then took a moment to pinpoint the brightest star he could find and pointed at it, catching her reaction to make sure he knew she was paying attention. "There it is Wendy. Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning." He chuckled and leaned into her, pecking a small kiss onto her cheek, and then leading her away from the alleyway so that he could flag down a ride.

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After a while, a cab finally pulled over to pick the two of them up. Rhoan nudged Renée towards the ride after opening the door for her. "We'll just catch a ride here with Captain Hook."

It took her a little bit to focus, but she was soon looking exactly where he was pointing, spotting the star that was the brightest of all the ones currently shining in the sky. Gasping, she squealed and clapped her hands together excitedly. She couldn’t wait to get to Neverland and have a good time with Rhoan and more fairy dust. Bouncing up and down beside him after he kissed her cheek, the teenager allowed him to lead her down the alley until a Pirate Ship floated in front of him. Gasping when she learned that the great Captain Hook would be taking them to Neverland, she glanced at Rhoan, her eyes wide.

“Can he be trusted? He’s an adult after all…!” She slid inside, trusting that Rhoan had made a deal with Captain Hook and that the ship would take them to Neverland.

It was difficult to sit still and Renée pressed her face against the windows, staring out as the buildings zoomed by them until they were leaving Wing City. She hadn’t been outside if the City in a while and she was trying to take everything in despite how muddled her vision happened to be. Finally giving up, she shifted and curled up against Rhoan, her mouth finding its way towards his neck. Licking the flesh up towards his ear, she latched onto his earlobe, sucking upon it while draping one of her legs over his.

The cab driver either ignored what was going on, or just chalked it up to teenage shenanigans, because he didn’t say a word. It wasn’t long before they reached their destination and it took her a few times to actually climb out of the cab, tugging Rhoan with her. Blinking around at their surroundings, she squealed and ran around, touching the different trees before returning to the cab.

“Thanks, Captain Hook! Come on, Rhoan!” Grabbing a hold of his hand, she tugged him away from the ship and into the forest of The Hidden Glen.