Grayell sighed. He pulled away from his tea and placed the cup down. He bit his lip, eyes narrowing and staring into the fire. The words had hit him like a train, which STILL hadn't been invented. Public transport was a mess.
Yeah. That.
He rubbed his eyes, still tired. He poked at the fire for a moment and then after an extended silence he spoke again.
What's past is past Liseth. What happened back then has nothing to do with you. Let's keep it that way.
He made a small laugh, it was more of a huff of air than anything and laid back, propped up on his elbows. He looked at her sideways.
Grayell sighs. He sits up again, his little degree of comfort gone in an instant.
Liseth. I want you to listen to me.
He turns to his side, one hand plants behind her and he leans over her.
Your turned against the pack. They don't take back outcasts. Your a loner now. You try - well you're not going to make it to my door. It's just not going to work.
Grayell touches her arm - as if out of habit. His hand is gentle, slides a ways with a caress but then hurtful memories cool his touch.
You know, I want the bastard dead. But I know it's not an easy feat. Give me time and he will be through. But I don't want you to...
She wasn't going to like it. She didn't like being told she was weak and Grayell knew she wasn't. Reckless yes, but never weak.
I don't want you to get hurt again or worse. Flarb it, I worry ok?
He looked at her with a frown, brow furrowed. Almost perplexed.
You don't have to do this. Bide your time. Be yourself for a while. He'll be sending them for you, there won't be any discussion. Just more blood. I think you...
He looked back to the fire for a moment.
... you should stay with me. I can keep you safe.
He knew it was a hopeless suggestion but there was no helping it. He didn't want to see her dead. She'd already scared the shit out of him, coping with her tearing off and getting killed was not a scenario he wanted to entertain.
Gray, I...I can't. She shivered a little, shrugging off his hand.
You know that. Even if I don't go back immediately, I have to go back. She closed her eyes, looking pained.
You know I can't stay here. We're too different now. I want too many things for you, and you can't accept that. I understand it, but...I can't stay with you until he's dead.
Grayell's jaw set and his eyes closed. He sat up, again leaning toward the fire. He folded his hands, rested his chin on them. He didn't move and the room remained silent for a few minutes. When he spoke, his words were pained, his voice low.
Fine. I know you won't change your mind. But understand something. I am different Liseth, because I came to realize what matters in life. I started to live. I gave up feeding on hatred and rage, on pain and remorse. It's cost me too many things. A family. Friends.
It also cost me you.
Grayell stands then, unfolds his legs from the floor and looks away from her at nothing in particular. The blood on his arm had dried, but the cold pricked his skin, causing goosebumps. His bare feet were quiet on the floor as he walked away from the fire.
I am going to bed. If you stay til morning, I'll cook something. If you choose not to stay Liseth - then lock the door behind you.
There was a slight popping noise. It seemed nothing of consequence, but Liseth knew it well. Grayell would clench his fists when upset, worn knuckles snapping when he did so. She could not see him very well if she'd looked in the dark, but that noise was enough. Quiet footfalls left the room.
Liseth was silent as Grayell went to bed. He slept soundly, no noise coming from the room she was in.
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In the morning, Gray gradually woke up. He tried to roll over but found he couldn't. His hands were tied to his bed. So were his feet. Liseth was sitting on his stomach, her hands on his chest, head low, looking somewhat feral even though she was human. She smirked.
Grayell swallowed, his mouth was dry being that it was morning. His eyes rolled back and he breathed in deep, only to yawn. He looked at her with tired eyes, mouth pinched at the corner. He looked up at his hands and then back at her... and then smirked.
Sweetheart, you're just a few inches too high to have your way.
He didn't so much as bat an eyelid. Shit he had to pee though...
Grayell sighed and then huffed some hair from his face. He gave a quick tug on the ropes, then wriggled to get a little more comfortable.
You know, talk is cheap. Wolf or not kitten, you howled loudest with me.
He snapped at her then, a quick bite that couldn't reach her. His eyes were firey, playful and fierce at the same time. He chuckled, looked at her chest with a suggestive grin. After a moment he looked back up. It appeared he just wasn't taking her all too seriously.
Problem is Liseth, you tore me up. In fact, but two weeks ago I got half my leg torn off by some mutt in the woods. You don't think it a little strange that I haven't changed? That it's had no effect?
You're sorely mistaken babe, my blood just won't respond. Don't believe me? Well then take a bite. First one is free.
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You may be immune, but only because of repeated exposure. Nothing would prevent a.. She leaned forward, laying against him, arching her back as she licked his neck and whispered into his ear.
Concentrated dose. Something I don't have yet. But I will. She pulled back, giving him a quick kiss.
You know I never bit. You did, but not me. She wiggled a little bit, teasing him.
I could make an exception if you asked me to, though.
Grayell sneered as he yanked on the ropes again. Any attempt to break them would be futile, she was still here. He looked at her savagely, though there wasn't murder in his eyes. No, something far more mischievous. To say that Grayell was suffering the symptoms of a man having just awakened was now an understatement. He might not be so young anymore, but many things worked just fine..... better than fine. He pulled on the ropes and arched his back, thrusting his hips up. Tied or not, he lifted her easily.
You're a tease kitten. You always were.
Grayell was still just a man though and a steady mind and good intentions aside, this was a predicament in which his libido and knowledge of her took over.
Now, how about you tell me how I earn my freedom huh? Seems I'm at your mercy. Of course, you could tear me up some.... but then I always liked it rough.
He was writhing under her. If she hadn't restrained him, he'd attack her - and with no intention of causing physical harm in any way. He cursed inside, this was unfair. Damned unfair. Women. His arm where she had pierced it last night started to trickle blood again, a scent that hit the air and made his blood fire.
Grayell grinned, a grin that entirely betrayed his agreeing with her suggestion. But meanwhile, the blood trickling from his arm had spread, running along his arm and writhing across his scarred skin. His arm bulged, his body had fight in it regardless of his will and a spatter of blood splashed upon his face. His eyes were wild, as frenzied as hers now.
Oh kitten, you let me up and I promise to go easy on you.
He looked at her, his breath heated an heavy, head lifting off the bed.
No. I'm lying. You're in trouble...
He laughed, a wicked laugh that was almost uncharacteristic for him. Seems without so much as a scratch, Liseth was dragging the beast out in Grayell. His head slumped back onto the bed - and the blood that had smeared there suddenly raced in tiny glistening trails into his mouth. It was not gravity, it was all together unnatural and Liseth had indeed noticed.
Grayell panted and swallowed, his head rolling back, chest rising and falling at an accelerated pace. He started to growl...
The blood worried Liseth, in the tiny part of her mind that cared anymore. One hand extended its claws and snapped the ropes holding one of Gray's hands down as she leaned over him again, licking his face, her canines growing despite herself. She licked Gray's face and then kissed him, her other hand snapping the last rope.