Silver Bullets

[Only admins are allowed to see this image]Eliza couldn't move anymore, she had had just enough energy to drag herself over to a fallen tree and prop herself up. Her skin was a deadly tone of white, and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep. There was nothing around for her to feed on and for the first time in her long life Eliza was frighten that this might be the end. While part of her was wishing for her end, so that she could once again be reunited with Sebastian, another part, a part that she never knew existed before, told her to hang on. For a moment it seemed as if the first one would win, as the darkness pulled roughly on her eyes lulling her to sleep gun shots awoke her.

"Arian..." that's right...Arian. The wolfman that saved her he was somewhere otu there. Somewhere righting that deranged man. Pushing herself up slowly, the scent of fresh human blood hit her like a ton of bricks instantly throwing herself into survival mode. Her eyes changed into their crimson tone, a deep snarl like sound sprang from her lips. Arian soon arrived, the mans blood was all over him, her eyes darting to the slowly drying liquid that painted his flesh. He pulled the limb from her back, her hands weakly wrapped around his arm for support. She swallowed hard what little restraint she had was slowly failing. He lifted his wrist to her mouth and his hand holding her head. He told her to bite him, her crimson eyes shot to his sparkling blue ones, she never drank from wolves. Not because she couldn't but because she in a way respected them.

She looked back down at his wrist, her preditory eyes watching the blue/green veins pump the rhythmic flow of blood through his veins. She watched it pulse steadily. But the blood didn't flow fast enough in the wrist. Grabbing hold of his arm she pulled herself up slowly groaning loudly with ever movement. What remained of her dress now hung loosely by one strap on her shoulder, exposing her black lace bra underneath. She turned to him pressing one hand firmly on his chest while her legs slowly straddled his waist. Expertly weaving her fingers through his long golden hair she tilted his head to the side and brought her fangs down onto his neck, piercing the flesh; allowing the warm blood to flow freely into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed. Releasing a deep moan she pulled his body closer to hers, one arm wrapped tightly around his back and the other secured in his hair. Normally she was a rough biter, digging her fangs deep into the veins to draw out the deepest darkest blood but for him she fought back her natural instincts and drank lightly her lips wrapped firmly around his neck.

His blood was rich and warm with the taste of age. From his blood she could see flashes of his life, battles, wars long fought, a time long forgotten. But Eliza wasn't paying attention to that no she was focusing on his blood, on the bones that realigned themselves and popped back into place with a snap. Her hair began to change into a healthy chestnut brown and the curls spring to life, her skin retained its elegant honey tone, the scratches and wounds along her body instantly closed without so much as a scar. After she had her fill she slowly unwound her fingers from his hair and removed her fangs. Gently licking the wound around his neck. She pulled back, her eyes shifting from their predatory red to their charming brown and for a moment the world stood still as she gazed upon the Viking she had come to know only a few hours ago.

[Only admins are allowed to see this image]Eliza leaned into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her face. But as quickly as it had come it too soon left just as fast, he shifted into his wolf form, so had been so caught up in her blood lust that she had failed to notice his lack of clothing. Rising elegantly to her feet she followed after him with graceful steps. Thankful to once again be on the top of her game. However once she followed Arian to the wreckage her heart sank. It seems the female wolf still died and his truck was destroyed. Sighing heavily she ran her hands through her hair the brown ringlets bouncing slightly with every movement. "I'm so sorry." she whispered to Arian looking down at the elegant wolf by her side.

He licked her hand and ran off into the forest most likely back to his den to recooperate. Not that she could blame him he had had a very tiring day. Not that she had helped any. Gently running her hand over the fur of the deceased wolf she turned and made her way back up the hill and onto the pitch black road. The city was just over the next hill.

It was a long walk home, but soon she came upon the iron gate of her manor. Pushing open the front door she ignored the concerned looks of the servants and marched her way straight up to her room slipping off the ruined party dress as she went. Once in her room she looked at herself in the mirror, her body had healed nicely though the area where the silver bullet had hit still retained a slight discolor compared to the rest of her skin. Licking her lips she could still taste Arian's blood. She would have to figure out a way to repay him. But for now a shower and rest was required so could start tomorrow. Perhaps by then things would have blow over and gone back to normal. Though she highly doubted it.