It's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

He was extremely excited and hadn’t had sex for quite some time so after a few minutes of thrusting with him above her he released, a couple of moments before she did but close enough for them to both enjoy it together. His body was rigid but with a large rush of breath he relaxed and leaned his head against her shoulder, breathing so hard and yet he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. His body felt tingly, a pleasurable delight and although he had softened some he still hadn’t gone completely limp and over with. He was certainly ready to be stirred into another round, how could he not when he had such a beautiful woman below him? He had hoped to catch his breath, but she was rearing for another round. But he simply chuckled and kissed her, working up foreplay between them before they settled into another round. And another. He had surprising stamina that he had never known before.

Until finally both bodies were exhausted and needed rest and he fell asleep with his arms around her, content and satisfied as he could possibly be and slept deeply that night. If only he had known better…he would have never fallen asleep. Because when morning came he took in a deep breath and let it out, stirring awake...but it really wasn’t the same he, exactly. He glanced around the room with a bit of confused expression then looked over to France and groaned, making a face “Fuck”

Khalid was pissed. The real Khalid, at least according to the Fae he was the real one. When she opened her eyes the expression on his face was one of disgust, a very pissed off man. He rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head as he pushed back the covers. He paused when she started touching him and he fake gaged, pushing her hand away “Please, dear God, do not touch me. I had enough of that last night” He snapped before getting out of bed, growling and grumbling to himself “Damn fucking man. Screws a damned, nasty Vampire. Why didn’t he just go dig up a corpse and have sex with it. Of all creatures, it had to be a Vampire…” Sex was useless to the fae, he only screwed something every few years when his body was dying for some sex but other than that, he didn’t bother with it. Intimacy…it was silly.

“Last night was the only night. Thanks for the screw Dracula’s bride but I have shit to do” He told her before moving around the room for his clothes and started putting them back on, he did not want to linger any more than he needed too.

He sighed impatiently “Yes, he. Shouldn’t you learn about the man you’re going to fuck before you actually fuck him?” The F word…Khalid with France had never, ever, cursed before and certainly not the F word. When she took away his pants he paused and raised a brow, chuckling “You think I won’t walk out of here without pants princess?” He challenged. He’d rather not do that but if it meant getting the hell away from her he would do it without shame. He then laughed at her accusation and shook his head “Oh little vampire you have no idea. Schizo doesn’t even begin to explain how fucked up I am up here” He pointed to his head then extended his hand for the pants.

“Now give me the clothes and I won’t screw with your head, alright?” He then paused for a few moments and sighed in exasperation “I won’t screw with your head anymore than I already have” He corrected then motioned with his fingers for her to give up the pants. He rolled his eyes “Look I’m not here to play battle of the wits with you to see who says something snappier than the other. Just give me the fucking pants!” He looked the same, but the way he spoke and acted was like a completely different man.

He growled when she hit his hand, his displeasure written all over his face “Watch is Vampire” He snapped. God he hated Vampires, testy little blood suckers and the prettier they were the higher they sat preening themselves on their pedestals. “Look I don’t want to stand here and explain it all. Because I’ll explain it and you still will not get it and you’ll ask a million fucking questions and I don’t want to answer them all” She’d ask questions and questions and why and how and he hated that. If he wanted to explain the truth then he would, but he didn’t want to bother with this corpse.

He sighed in irritation but shrugged “Fine. Goodbye” He said simply and turned, just with his shirt and underwear on and walked towards the door without a care in the world. Like he had said before, he didn’t care about going without his pants, it just depended on her how badly she wanted to know the truth or how much she didn’t actually care.

He stopped when she came before him and ripped his shirt, and the only reaction was for him to raise a brow and laugh “You really don’t get the hint that I don’t give a shit?” He had never been arrested for anything and never planned too. Who could keep a fae in bars would he could dissolve and get himself out? “I am untouchable little vampire. Untouchable by all and if you knew any better, you wouldn’t be testing my patience” He stepped towards her, his eyes hardened. The damned fae council didn’t mess with him, they knew better, and he would teach this woman a lesson if he had too. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, really ready to just stab her in the heart so he could get out of here. But he supposed if he did tell her the truth that would just be fucking with her more so…he’d go for it.

“I didn’t have sex with you. Khalid had sex with you. I am the boogeyman and could care less about you or anyone else” He turned away and went to go sit on her couch, leaning back and making himself comfortable “I have split personality, princess. At least that’s what Khalid would call it. He is him and I am me. We don’t mix. I am a fae who tried to take over his body years ago, so long ago that you ancestors weren’t even born yet, but he fought me and now were both stuck. He has no idea about it and his silly little mind resets whenever he realizes he isn’t aging” He sighed heavily after explaining all that then gave her a pissy look “Now can I go?”

When he shoved her he grit his teeth and looked like he had just lost all his patience…but he didn’t do anything, at least not yet. Vampires and there damned tempers…well, he’d teach her who not to mess with, since she thought she was so hot. When she mocked his title he glared again “It is the name Americans give me. But you can take your pick, little snot. Sack man. Cuco. Babau. Butzemann…” He waved his hand off as if it made no true significance, then decided to show the little brat what he was capable of. His eyes locked on her and he seemed to concentrate for a few moments before suddenly, France was no longer in her living room, but entrapped in her worst nightmare. Of course it was all Khalid’s doing messing with her mind, but he let her squirm in the bad vision before releasing her and gave her a look “As I said before, but a bit more clearly now…don’t fuck with me”

When she hit him with a pillow he stared at her, in disbelief she had actually hit him…with a pillow. He blinked at her then made a irritated sound when she hit him again and he quickly stood “Fine! Fine!” he moved towards the door but paused and looked at her “Can I have my damned pants now?!”

Khalid knew his power affected her, whether she showed it or not. He could sense it, it was like a warmth and he consumed the fear. He always thought it was amusing when people tried to hide their fear to not give him any satisfaction…but little did they know it didn’t matter, he could see, taste, feel and hear fear without any effort at all. His power had gotten to her and that’s all that mattered, he hoped it had taught her a lesson to back off of him but apparently not because the woman went ape shit minutes later. Women. They were such a crazy waste of space.

He quickly got up and moved towards the door, putting his hands up “Fine! Fine! Fine! I’m GOING!” It’s what he had wanted in the first place anyway! It had been her that wanted to ask all the damned questions and figure things out, so he was more than happy to open the door and walk out in his underwear. It was fine, he’d mist himself and get back home without anyone even seeing him.

Khalid woke up with the familiar feeling of being dazed and out of it. He slowly sat up and looked around the room in confusion, seeing he was back in his apartment. But wasn’t he supposed to be with France? He looked down at himself to see he was only wearing a shirt and boxers, no pants…the same clothes he had been wearing with France, or had been wearing till they came off. How did he get back home? When did he leave her place? What day was it even?! He looked at the clock and blinked a few times then away. Had he dreamt it? Did he never go to her home? No…the memory was far too vivid, and he was wearing the clothes…it couldn’t have been a dream, could it have? He wiped at his eyes sleepily and rolled out of bed, picking up the clock to look at it closer and saw the date on the top right corner…he almost dropped the clock.

Two days?! Two days have passed?! It wasn’t the worst time skip, once he woke up and had missed a whole month, but he swore he had been with France so how was it two days later?! He groaned as his head tried to process this, only to get a headache and found himself sitting back down on the bed. What the hell happened?! Only way to find out, he supposed. He got back up, showered and dressed, then quickly left his apartment and towards the diner. He feared this two day skip…nothing ever good seemed to happen when his mind skipped days, especially when the last memories he had was being around a person and he hadn’t just been in someone’s company, he had slept with France. So why couldn’t he remember waking up next to her?

He pushed open the door and stepped inside the diner, glancing around until he spotted her and sighed a sigh of relief, as if he thought she too would have been a dream and walked towards her “France” He said her name, hoping she could give him answers.

He felt the hostility and it completely threw him off. Why did she look at him so angrily? The last memories he had was a romantic and passionate time in bed, so unless he was really, really, really bad in bed he didn’t know why she would be pissed. But then again he couldn’t recall leaving her place or anything after falling asleep…oh God, what had he done? Had he blackouted? He had too of, he couldn’t remember anything. He must have done something horrible for her to look so infuriated. He stopped dead when her eyes set on him and he frowned, glancing at the cook then back to her as she came to him and grabbed him. “To see you” He said dumbly because, well, it was the honest truth and right now with his reeling brain he didn’t know what else to say. He hadn’t prepared for this, he didn’t think even during a blackout he would hurt her in anyway.

His eyes widened when she shoved him and he stared at her in alarm “What?!” He gaped and he shook his head “I never…I…what?!” He was totally thrown! What did she mean by these things? He never called her that and never would! What was going on? “France I…I know this may seem strange but, but I didn’t call you those things! I would never! And if I did I…I” He sighed “I don’t remember” He finished lamely.

He…he…what? He gagged? Literally gagged?! Why…why would he gag? She had to be over exaggerating, why would he gag?! He was…too many words to describe right now, flabbergasted, consumed, disorientated, lost, shocked…so many things he could barely focus on her because he was trying so hard to try and remember and make sense of what happened. But he was also forcing himself to concentrate on her because he knew ignoring her would make the situation worse…so trying to do both things at the same time was making his head throb like someone had smacked him over the head with a sledgehammer. And then she hit him again and he winced, looking like a wounded dog. He was starting to think he couldn’t fix this.

“No of course not! But I swear to you I cannot remember saying anything!” She wasn’t going to believe this…no one ever believed it because it was absolute crockery, yet it was still the truth. “Why would I treat you like that and then come back here today if I didn’t care about you?” He sighed when she stepped back and looked defeated “I’ve tried everything to fix it. Pills, shock therapy, aroma therapy, hypnosis, drinking, diet, “miracle” elixirs…nothing works. It keeps happening” He kept watching her pleadingly “Please…believe me”

Oh lord…everything he was saying was coming out wrong or being twisted! What was he to do? He didn’t know what else to say to convince her of the truth and have her realize he never meant to play her. “No! No, God no, no!” He exclaimed, shaking his head and putting his hands up as if he was surrounding. He didn’t want her to think that! That was sick and disgusting and he woelyuld never do such a thing to women! “You’re the first woman I’ve slept with since...since…” He couldn’t even pull up a proper number it had been so long “Years!” He finished. Or had he? If he couldn’t remember leaving her bed, had he ever gotten into someone’s bed and not remember? Oh Lord the thought made him absolutely sick and he quickly had to chase the possibility away before he dwelled too long on it and made her suspicious what he was thinking of. Had this ever happened before though? For some reason he had a tugging feeling this had happened, a scenario just like this, but he couldn’t remember it. Or it was like he could, but his brain wouldn’t actually access it…it was a strange feeling he had suffered plenty times before

When her expression softened he felt a quick and desperate pang of hope. Was she believing him? Was she truly going to believe him? Oh he hoped so, because he was running out of things to say to make her trust him. “No…I really don’t. I wouldn’t say those things to you. I wouldn’t.” What if she would forgive him, but not take him back? Just because she was calming down didn’t mean she’d ever see him again after this. Her forgiveness would be miraculous, but he didn’t want to lose her and he only had one thing left he could say to try and convince her that he was speaking the truth. He frowned some at her and gave her gentle eyes “France I…I care about you. Deeply. You mean everything to me. I…” He took in a breath “I’m falling in love with you”

He didn’t know what to expect in telling her his feelings, he really didn’t, but he knew he had to say it for he had nothing else to say to make her see he had never meant to hurt her and his last appeal to keep her. He supposed he expected her to either slap him and get mad that he’d dare pull such a cheap move to get her back, or be happy…or knowing France, she would pull something totally left field at him and leave him dumbfounded like she usually did. If she still rejected him well, at least he had said his true feelings and could feel closure in that. When she became speechless he held his breath, wondering what would follow. He had surprised her, he hadn’t expected to surprise her so much. Didn’t she realize, even a little, how much he had fallen for her?

Her reply made him blink. Ah…thank you? Well, it was better than her cursing at him he supposed but…what did thank you mean? Was she just in shock? Was that a rejection? An acceptance? He had no clue. Just like he had suspected, she had thrown a curveball and now he didn’t know what in the world to do. “Your…welcome” He said slowly, not sure what else to do or say now at this point. When she suddenly grabbed him he was taken aback, but he followed her lead, knowing it best to just do as she wanted and not question it. He had never seen her like this before and just watched her with a bit of slack jaw, speechless himself. Was she angry…? He was usually so good at reading people, but not this time.

He frowned “I’m…sorry, I just wanted you too-“ He felt he probably had to explain himself, but suddenly she was kissing him and he made a surprised sound before quickly reacting in return. He wrapped his arms around her and kept her pushed up against him, returning the passion hungrily. Hopefully, this meant he was forgiven.

He hoped this meant she forgave him, and wouldn’t end up slapping him after the kiss and telling him goodbye forever like some dramatic movie and he’d be left outside as it started to rain. He did love her and never did he mean to harm her and he never meant too ever in the future. He wanted to fix himself, he had tried so hard for so long, but now he felt a new fire of determination. There was a fix for everything, he believed that, so there had to be a cure for what he was suffering. If he had to go to India or the Artic to find it, damn it he would, because he wanted to be with her and spend his life with her and he knew he couldn’t if he kept blacking out and hurting her. There had to be a way. There had too.

He breathed in deeply when she moved back and opened his eyes to gaze at her face, to read the expression and hoped he liked it. She was smiling and he felt a smile of his own light up his face in relief. When she spoke he chuckled “And I am more than willing to do whatever you like to make up for it” He then frowned and touched her face “I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you, ever”