Thread: Bleed Me or Love Me, Either Way I Die (Raivh and Rogue)

For a vampire that had lived years of his immortal life drowning in bitterness and honing his hatred of others, Matthews regularly cold eyes held a warm glimmer of affection for the woman in his arms. His eyes skated over her slender features, admiring her as she wound her arms around his neck and held tight. Giving her peace of mind for once, he allowed her to think, to make a decision that wasnt based off of anything he forced her into. Although he was not a refined man, rough around the edges as he was, he was intuitive, and he knew that Samantha had come to terms with something she hadnt yet shared with him. Pressing his forehead to hers, he bestowed her lips with a few soft kisses. When he felt the first tremble of words spoken against his lips, he pulled his head back, watching panic overtake her usually composed, beautiful countenance. His arms tightened in sync with hers, dragging her closer to him until there wasnt as much as a sliver of air keeping their bodies apart. The pressure of her nails didnt bother him as they bit into his skin, penetrating, but not enough to draw blood. When her lashes lifted and revealed her sapphire eyes, Matthew stared back. The very instant the metallic hint of blood hit the air, his glance shifted to the closet door. Listening carefully as the silence surrounded them, he could hear the hurried shuffle of feet inside the house, insinuating that someone had returned. Sam was tense in his arms, and his body was rigid against hers, deep breaths in and out of his flared nostrils gradually coming in quicker intervals. By the time she spoke his name, a breathless whisper, his chest was heaving. Losing one woman on his watch was bad enough, losing a second would be his end. Zeb watched from where he stood, just a few feet away from the pack and Lola. It was obvious that, for the moment, his reign of dominance over her pack was over. When she gave the order, they obeyed, and he closed his eyes, huffing out a breath as leaves crunched beneath their feet. Remaining in his Lupine state, he followed along behind them, the silver already entering his system. Inside the cabin, Zeb returned to his human form and sank down into one large chair to rest. His leg was throbbing, the twinges of pain becoming worse with each passing minute nearing an hour. Eyelids at half-mast, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths he turned his head to face Lola. Her pack was efficient enough treating the wound. Since the bullet had already been extracted, she had nothing to worry about but maybe a fever for a day or so. Swallowing, Zeb choked on a lump in his throat, the results of inner swelling and shut down from his bodys reaction to the silver. With a strained grunt, he leaned forward in the chair, shifting his body and digging at the bullet hole in his leg. Stop, Cadence said, approaching Zeb when he winced. Zeb opened his eyes, sweat dotting his brow, and stared up at the other male. Move your hand. Covering his face as his expression twisted in agony, Zeb permitted Cadences help. Once the bullet was out, Zeb released a pent up breath and a word of thanks. With a curt nod, Cadence moved off to join the others. A few words were exchanged, and they were prepared to leave before Matthew came barreling out of the room. Zeb sat up quickly, his eyes wide and alert the pain in his leg a dull memory in that instant. He recognized that look in his friends eye. Shifting, he rose to his feet and stationed himself between the male vampire and the female lycanthrope lying on the couch. The fact that his own blood might attract attention didnt faze him. Matthew, Zeb said slowly. Stay where you are. This woman is mine. Jaw taut, Matthew jerked his head from side to side. A low growl thrummed in his chest, and he hissed somewhere deep in his throat. He wasnt in his right mind, and when he lunged, the sunlight streaming in from the open door hit him, charring his flesh. He roared in pain, and Zeb shouted for the door to be closed, even as Matthew closed the distance between them. The moment his fangs sank into Zebs flesh, the alpha howled and jerked back. Matthew released his bite almost immediately and collapsed on the ground, gagging on the poison that burned his tongue and down his throat. You idiot! Couldnt you smell the silver? Zeb yelled. Sam! Rolling to his stomach, Matthew pushed himself up on all fours and vomited blood.