Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

Emmerick had noticed Lydia's worried expression, as his gaze had shortly been upon her. He begged to the gods, that she'd keep her mouth shut. Not for himself, but for Ava's sake. If she found out, or any of the guards did, there'd be no saying, what would happen. Now his family, would never bargain for Emmericks life. Without Emmerick, they lost their tactission. They would march head on, sending the bulk of their army upon the Lock families Estates, not stopping until either sides, where without men, should the Locks try to bargain with Emmericks life.. Emmerick had already spoken his dismay of this war publicly, much to his fathers disliking, and was only valued for his perfection in tactics. Yet she remained silent, keeping her tongue, as Emmerick bandaged Ava's finger, before leaning a bit back and shortly eyeing his hands, with slightly narrowed eyes. What was this enthrallment? This needful urge to lick his fingers clean, of the dear ladies blood? To suck everything he could to himself, and feel the refreshing blood bless his vains, rather then his nostrils. Amelia had ntoiced Emmerick, tilting her head lightly as she watched him. She didn't understand the things rushing through his mind, not even knowing her, or his, true heritage. Not knowing their potential. She'd never truly be as strong as a pure-blood Holtest, but Emmerick was as pure as it got. And already at the scent of the blood, the wounds bellow the gazes where closing. THere was one thing, he didn't know, however. Why this was so? Why the blood was so powerful. He didn't know of the connection in the past, and how the Locks loyal devotion, had promised their bloodline to the Holtests, creating a powerful connection, that made Holtests power blossom from the Lock's blood, and make the Lock's earn the Vampire clan's beauty. Emmerick looked after Lydia as she left, as Amelia rose to follow Lady Ava to the shelves, to offer her help, if she needed more then she could carry. As they both had their backs turned, Emmerick instantly met his hand with his lips, then gently tasting the blood with his tongue, removing it from his lip. And as soon as the crimson substance touched his tongue, his eyes widened, and his tongue met his hand instead, licking up a long trail of the sweet blood, causing his eyes to open even wider, as the formerly pale brown eye's, got a warm brightness to them, now staring at the celing, as he felt his fangs grow out. He had to open his mouth wide as they did, as to not cut his own gums, but as they'd grown out, he quickly relaxed his jaw, to close his mouth. What on earth'd just happened? He felt at his cheek, feeling one of the sharp fangs through the skin. His fangs? They usually only ever grew out, when he fed upon willing servants. WHen he wanted. But now, he didn't control them. Every last wound upon his body healed, only the scars remaining. The Lady couldn't see this. He had to keep the bandages on, for as long as possible. Then as the others turned their attention back in his direction, he quickly grabbed a piece of cloth, starting to clean his hands. He did his best not to make eye contact, and kept his mouth shut, for as long as he could, only listening to Ava's words. Amelia noticed Emmericks sudden change of behavior, causing her to tilt her head lightly. But she shortly shrugged it off, before looking back to the worried Ava. She sighed lightly, and walked over to her side, as Emmerick crawled a bit closer to that bedside. Calm yourself.. You'll find a way.. Amelia silently said, as she reached a hand for Ava's shoulder. She first hesitated, before finally letting it rest upon her shoulder. She moved so Ava could raise from the chair, following her with her eyes. But Lady Ava.. Your tired. You cant possibly be worried with this now. Amelia said, with a worried voice, and a light frown. Emmerick as well looked up to Ava, slowly shaking your head. One woman, even one as kind and wise as yourself, can't protect two sides of a battlefield. No one could. Emmerick said, as he smiled lightly, leaning back in the bed again. His mind was raging with ideas. He had to learn. He had to learn a lot. He had to speak with Lydia again. He had to find out, why he felt this longing for Lock blood. Why it made him craze for more. Why it made him want to raise, embrace Ava, and drink from her lustrous body directly. He had to know. Emmerick watched her approached, smiling lightly as he looked down upon the gaze she reached for. It hasn't hurt badly, no. I'm feeling quite energetic. I might just get up and about s.. He watched Ava's concerned and tired eyes, with a slight sigh. Lady Ava.. You need rest.. Proper rest. He said, raising from the bed with ease, showing no strains in doing so. He pulled the dirty linen from the bed, and held a hand towards the bed. Why don't you take your own bed? Have yourself some rest. Perhaps you'll allow me to read some books, whilst I recover? The now fiery brown eye's, smiled with the same grace and gentle glow as his lips.