Thread: Love Is War { Kveria | EverUndine }

Jolyon could hear Alistair's blood pumping for at least three or four blocks as the man retreated back to wherever it was he slept. He had never visited Alistair's home and he doubted he would ever get an invitation to, but it wasn't this that bothered him. He hadn't had a feeling of protectiveness over a human being since his mother was brutally slaughtered by the Viking hoard. There was also a time when he thought he had loved someone but... that did not turn out as planned. That along with the pain of not having fed was making his head spin, and he could only remedy one of those. He picked up a simple, triangular piece of red cloth and stuck it in his shop window before pulling the blackout curtains over them all in preparation for sunrise. It was only a few hours before someone stepped through that door, heart beating fast, blood pumping through their veins. Hello, Joly, the soft, feminine voice belonged to a regular visitor of his. Josephine, he nearly purred, the scent of her blood was intoxicating. Jolyon sat back in his desk chair and pulled the goggles from his face, setting them on his work bench, before patting his lap. He could smell fresh blood on her as she settled herself in his lap, he rolled up a long sleeve and saw a fresh bitemark on her upper arm. He rolled the sleeve back down, thinking it distasteful to feed from the same area. Visiting Ivan again, Josephine? You know he is trouble. Ivan was more than trouble, he was the woman's death. Ivan had a sick appetite for playthings, promising love and protection and then torturing his victims when they least expected it. He was much younger that Jolyon, for Jolyon had gone through a similar phase nearly four hundred years ago. But Ivan was also Jolyon's former lover, and Jolyon was the reason Ivan was a vampire. Past memories pulled Jolyon into his own mind, but he had simply to breathe in that delicious smell to come back to this reality. Josephine said nothing in response to his comments about Ivan, she only smiled as he pulled at her blouse to reveal the top of her breasts which were held tightly in place by the bodice she wore. He let his fingers trace over the skin there before sinking his fangs into the flesh bared to him. He vaguely felt her fingers in his hair and he drank deeply, trying to forget the way Alistair frustrated him so. It was to no avail, he could think only of those mesmerizing eyes, the color of his hair, he could only think of how he wished it were the hunter in his lap instead of Josephine. She let out a little sigh and wriggled against him, these movements appealed to his base nature and he found himself growing hard beneath her. Detaching himself from Josephine's breast he waited for her dizziness to pass and handed her a glass of water from his desk as he fixed her clothing. I could help with that too, she offered as she finished the glass. A low chuckle escaped his throat, I am aware of that. He looked at the bag on his desk, the bag with pieces of Alistair's weapon. Not tonight, he said, shoving her off of his lap and turning his attention to the broken pieces. She walked back to the door of his shop, exiting as quietly as she had entered. Jolyon's hunger was not nearly satisfied yet but feeding more was a luxury he simply could not afford, not when the hunter would be back so soon. Part of him wanted to keep Josephine there with him. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed, to drink from her willing body, and all for Alistair to see. He wondered what the hunter's reaction would be if he found Josephine here, writhing in pleasure beneath him, begging him to drink deep. He imagined it would be a reaction of horror, but part of him wished to see jealousy painted across the hunter's features. He took down the red cloth and hid it in his work bench before starting his work in order to keep his mind free from the hunter which tormented him. Jolyon took advantage of the night, bringing the metal outside and throwing it to the fires in order to melt it down. It was almost day when he was ready to bring it all back to his desk. He spent the entire day putting together a handsome timepiece out of the pieces. When he was done it was almost sun down again. He was exhausted and hungry though no where near as hungry as he had been, but he sat back in his chair and admired the fine craftsmanship of the pocket watch as he waited for the Hunter to appear again.