You've Got To Believe In Me

15 April, 2009 (2:29am) - 17 April, 2009 (3:05am)
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Logan Luca needed to get out of the constricting walls of the school that he had now resided in for several weeks. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t get out, even if the weather was pitifully raining. It suited his mood though. He felt as if his brow was permanently furrowed these days as every girl in his life seemed to either loathe him, or feel the need to throw objects at his head. It made him realize how badly he had screwed things up when he had left. Obviously people were attached to him, and truthfully he was attached to them too, but he didn’t realize that by leaving, he would be actually causing a lot of discourse at the school between several other girls that were in his life. There was one girl, however that mattered the most out of all of them.

The only girl that could ever break down the walls of Logan’s stone cold heart, Aurelia Argent. Of course, he was partially in love with his best friend, Bella, but something told him that that was a different sort of love. They would always have each other, but they wouldn’t never work out long term. They were too much alike to actually work out. He couldn’t bring himself to actually be exclusive to Bella because he had associated so much of their relationship with just casual sex and friendly, witty banter. Aurelia was different, Aurelia had been the first girl that he had consciously fallen in love with and hadn’t stopped it. He let himself fall for her, he let himself get wrapped up in everything that she was and they had a nearly flawless relationship up until his near break down. She would never know how much he truly had loved her, he didn’t know how to express that to her, even if he knew that it might have actually done some good for his reasons for coming back. No doubt, he still would have gotten slapped.

He slipped on a pair of dark wash denim jeans, a white button down long sleeved shirt and a black and gray argyle sweater. The collar was out and popped slightly as his dark hair danced against his angular features. He had let his hair grow out since he had returned so the dark locks were tousled and a little messy, but it only made him stand out more in the large school. He stepped out onto the grounds, instead of moving towards the lake, which was his normal thinking spot, he moved towards to the courtyard. It was only raining lightly at this point, the light pitter patter of the rain hitting his shoulders and running down his hair. He liked the rain, truthfully, so it didn’t matter to him. It didn’t look like anyone was really out at the moment, so he allowed the time to take in a deep breath, shove his hands in his pockets and take large strides closer to the courtyard.

His eyes landed on the Whit gazebo that stood in the middle of the overly green gardens of the school. It stood out in contrast against the foresty color of the grounds, but that wasn’t what caught his eyes. He spotted dark brown hair, and a lithe figure he could pick out of a million other girls. He would never forget it, even if it was just her backside. He had memorized her, every single small detail of her body, every freckle on her skin to the way her hair fell across her face and the slight pout of her lips that was only natural and made her all the more adorable. His heart sped up, like it was easily going to burst out of the constricted walls. He couldn’t help but speed up as he reached the steps of the gazebo, stepping inside, he ran a slender hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. ’Aurelia?” he asked, even if he knew that it was her. The same rush of emotions that he always had fled back to him. He felt giddy and excited like a teenage boy with his first crush. He wanted to hug her, and keep her close to him, but he wanted to make sure her hands were firmly planted at her sides first. His jaw was still recovering from the slap in the dining hall.
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Aurelia tugged lightly at her hair and gathered it up at the nape of her neck. She was walking through the halls, idling a bit between the middle hours of the day, not really destined to end anywhere in particular. It had been a slow day - it was dusky and drizzly outside, and there had been a constant, but nonetheless beautiful, light rain that had misted the grounds of the school all day. The only downside was that the fog tended to move inside the school, making Aurelia shiver lightly but still needing to move her thick locks from her neck to alleviate the heat. It was one of those off days - something that seemed to come from an other world. All day, Aurelia had been waiting for something to happen, and she couldn't tell if what she was waiting for would be terrible or not. Somehow, though, she could tell that this was one of those days that she might remember farther down the road. Not for its date, necesarrily, but for the events that bestowed theirselves upon this day.

Despite this, Aurelia had treated it like every other day, or at least every other day of her newer mode of life. She'd joined Aife at breakfast and watched as the older girl had not eaten a piece of her food, then had moped about the Rouerie common room, watching a tournament of Wizarding Chess. The games had bored her soon enough, though, and Aurelia had slipped out, her hands tucked into the pockets of her pants. Now she was walking about, loitering, if you wish, and she was headed now for one of the courtyards. She let her hair fall against her back once more and ran a hand through its length. Just then one of the various courtyards on the grounds came into view, and Aurelia walked through the doorway, her hand trailing against the door frame. It was one she hadn't really noticed before, and to her surprise a gazebo was situated in the middle of the dewy greens and flowers.

Aurelia made her way for the little shelter, her fingers running over a brilliant purple daffodil before she mounted the stairs. The little space was simple with peeling white paint that shone grey in the air, hedged with the muted colours of a rainbow of flowers. Aurelia took a look about, and found that the structure was simple and clean, with a seat that ran between the two entrances. She sat on one of the seats and pulled her sweater closer about her. There wasn't anything on her - nothing she could do, but she didn't mind. Thinking was something she'd been doing a lot, and there was usually one subject that was permanently fixed in her mind. She still hadn't seen him, and now that she'd returned the thought of Logan Luca affected her in a different way than it ever had before. This way of feeling felt more ... human, if one could believe that. She was usually cold or indifferent, and if not either of those, she was intense and full of feeling, but on an entirely different level.

This level of feeling was entirely new to her, and Aurelia wondered how it was that Logan could cause feelings that she'd never experienced before in her life, to bloom so easily in her. It was something that absolutely terrified her, and this was why she had yet to begin searching him out for any sort of peace. She wasn't sure if she would be able to handle it if he were okay and off with that friend of his having the time of his life and falling head over heels in love with someone else. She could handle it if he were just screwing around with people - after all it was something she did often enough. But it was something all together different if he was emotionally involved with love and feelings and whatnot. Now that was something she wouldn't be able to just sit down and take, but no longer could she fight to be better or win or have the upper hand. The only fight she had left in her was one whose outcome was definite and single, and if that was not the result of any conversation or trial with Logan, then she might as well go home.

The rain was increasing slowly, but steadily; the pitter patter of droplets filled Aurelia's ears and brought her to an odd calm. She felt that, whatever happened, she might be all right, and for once she didn't feel nearly as pessimistic as she usually did. Allowing herself this moment of peace, she sat back and let everything fade into the back ground. Her fingers ran through the chocolate strands of hair, forming little braids that ended smoothly, and she let herself settle into a sort of lazy serenity. Her mind wandered in and out of consciousness, and she began to almost feel sleepy. The purple, tired lids of her eyes drooped lightly, and she heard the distant sound of question as someone uttered her name. Her lids fluttered open, and she turned, then felt them widen as she beheld the very last person she expected, but most possibly the very person she wanted to see most in the world.

Logan stood in the door, framed by the odd little fading of light that could only be produced by the steady rain of the south of France. Aurelia's brows furrowed lightly, and her eyes began to lose their heaviness as she was jerked back to reality. Thoughts of what she might have done weeks, months ago were hurled into and directly out of her mind, and she sat there, gaping. Fate, once more, had thrown the two of them together, and all Aurelia could think of was how she didn't want to do anything that might make him leave, and how she only wanted to touch him and hug him and kiss him and feel the sharp line of his jaw in her palms and run her fingers and lips across his thick, black, lashes. And so she stood, her arms stretched ahead of her, and before she knew what she was doing she found herself falling into his arms and holding tightly to the one person who made her feel whole and loved and at peace.
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When Logan had first arrived at the school that he was reluctantly coming back too, he had expected that those around him whom he had been closest with before he left wouldn’t be very ecstatic about his return. After all, he did leave without even so much as an owl in the hands of those he loved, and a year was a long time for the boy to be gone without even another word since then. However, the meeting with Bella had gone better then expected. She did throw a shoe at his head, but it didn’t hurt as much as the slap across his face that Aurelia had adorned the day he had met up with her. Logan stood defensively as she turned around to face him, his eyes landing on hers, and he nearly needed to take another breath because the wind had gotten knock out of his chest. She was the only girl to do that, just with one simple look she made his heart beast faster and his hands balmy. She had absolutely no idea the effects that she had on him. Truthfully, Logan had expected that she was going to furrow her brow and get all huffy like she normally did when she was mad at him or ready to storm out of a room. Of course, he had seen it numerous times, from the time in Detention, to the many times throughout their short lived relationship to the time after she slapped him. It was who Aurelia was, when she got pissed off or angry, she had to walk away instead of facing it. Of course, that’s where Logan became persistent. He went after her, followed her and demanded her attention.

What he didn’t expect was the arms that were outstretched and coming towards him. It was almost like time stopped as she closed the small gap between them and she was tucked safely in his arms. It was overwhelming, because it had taken him completely off guard. At first, he stood there, completely bewildered and unable to comprehend the fact that he was now holding her. A few seconds rolled by before his arms found her back, running along her spine affectionately as he let out the breath he had been holding. He hadn’t realized that he hadn’t taken a breath for nearly a whole minute and he finally realized when his chest burned and he let out the breath, instinctively holding her close to him so that there was nearly no space between them. He could hear her breathing, he could hear the pitter patter of the rain on the roof of the gazebo and he could smell the green in the air. But it didn’t compare to the smell of Aurelia. She looked different, but her smell was exactly the same. He closed his eyes and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

Logan didn’t know if heaven existed, but if it did, he was sure this would be exactly what his would be. This was the only thing he wanted. Of course, he had the mix up of emotions with Bella, but his heart laid with Aurelia, and in that very moment, he realized it always would. His right hand moved up her back to her neck, intertwining his fingers in the dark brown locks of her hair, keeping her body close to him. For a few moments, he didn’t want to say anything, he didn’t have words that he could say that would be as impact as the moment was between the two of him. His breathing was steady and he was comfortable next to him. He pulled away slightly, he wanted to see her. He hadn’t truly seen her and looked at her since his return. He saw her face for a split second before her hand made its away across his face and he was seeing the back of her head. He wanted to look at her, and he had no fear because he knew that she wasn’t going to slap him this time. She was giving in to him, even though he hadn’t really pushed anything with her. He was changed, and even though he knew that he loved her, if she didn’t love him back, he would try his hardest to move on in only the most Logan way, sleeping with as many girls has he could to fill the temporary void that would only be truly filled by one person.

”You were never just a fling.” he said finally, breaking the deafening silence, but keeping his voice low to keep the mood light. Although his words were anything but light. His voice nearly cracked as he spoke to her, his body was nearly bursting with happiness. ”It was never just for fun, Aurelia.” He spoke again, this time leaning his forehead against hers, his hands tightening on her waist as his breathing ricocheted off her neck and mouth. He had butterflies in his stomach, and he felt nervous. Aurelia was making Logan Elie Luca nervous. He closed his eyes again, taking in a deep breath and keeping her as close as physically possible while still clothed. He pulled away from her forehead, his hand drifting up to the front of her neck, running the pads of his fingertips along her jaw line, moving closer, he pressed his lips to her cheek, a long lingering kiss that was nothing but affectionate. He was a mix of scared, terrified, excited, and euphoric, but the main thing that was prevalent in his own mix of thoughts; His feeling for the girl in front of him had only gotten stronger in his absence and now his return.
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Aurelia hugged tightly to Logan's sweater, her hands clutching at his back and nostrils drawing his scent, still cedar and lime and then that warm underlying that was only him. Her lids fell over her olive orbs and she squeezed them tightly, but then she loosened them and let them fill with fat, glossy tears. There was no more holding back anymore - not for her. Foolishly, she didn't stop to think that maybe Logan had found someone else, or that maybe he didn't want her any longer. The fear of rejection - it was something that she'd once been really, truly afraid of, even though she'd never let it show before. After all, she was Aurelia - who ever rejected her? It was a convenient enough disguise. But now when the shade of fear crossed her mind, she pushed it far away. There was no more room for fear or reservations - not anymore. There was only room for she and Logan; her love, and then whatever love he might still have for her.

And so, when his arms first tightened around her, after that singular yet heart stopping pause of hesitancy, Aurelia felt like a little bit of weight was lifted from her shoulders. Logan did not hate her, at least. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath her cheek, and Aurelia felt that, despite the frenzied fluttering of her heart and rush of hot blood to her cheeks and slender fingers, this was indeed a calm and complete moment. Then he moved away, an action that made her heart leap and fall, and she lay her palms against his solid cheekbones, as if to beg, do not leave me'. But no, his eyes caught on hers and held them; they were warm and bright and full and he looked like he were about to burst from holding in too much of everything.

'You were never just a fling.' Logan's voice was soft, and as it broke through the drizzle and silence, Aurelia heart and breath quickened. Her eyes stung and she was shaking, as if she might combust at any second. She gulped, trying to keep at bay whatever might come out - oh dearest Merlin let it not be sobs. Logan's forehead leaned in and touched hers, sending a shock of warmth across her skin. His hands tightened about her waist and she could feel the moist heat from his mouth as it swept across her flesh. 'It was never just for fun, Aurelia.' His eyes disappeared beneath the thick, black lashes, and he pulled away ever so slightly, allowing his hands to sweep a along the lines of her neck. The hot tips of his slender fingers played against her jaw and he leaned down to kiss her cheek, his hot lips lingering lovingly.

Lips quivering softly, Aurelia's face scrunched beneath Logan's attentions - not from horror, no, but to keep the tears that were threatening to erupt reigned in. It was to no avail, though, and one after an other broke over the line of her lids. For once she didn't worry that maybe her makeup was running or the boy opposite would think she was silly. Besides, she wouldn't have been able to keep this back for all the gold in Gringot's. It had been too long coming, as the last time she'd seen him she's shed ten minutes' worth of tears then locked them all away. And now here they were, rushing to unleash what seemed like centuries of worry and remorse. She held tightly to Logan and gasped against the tears. A whisper escaped her lips, high and cracking. 'I know that,', she managed to say, softly and low so that it might be as understandable as possible. 'I know that now.'

Reaching up to meet his lips, Aurelia kissed Logan slowly, softly, taking time to reacquaint herself with the soft, pink flesh. This was no crazed, horny school girl kiss. Her lips cradled Logan's own, molding against them and moving slowly, pulling them in before releasing, only to meet again. Eyes shut tight, she drew away, savoring the taste of his lips and scent and flesh. It was, quite possibly, even better than she'd remembered it. Her lashes parted and she stared up at him, a smile cresting on her lips. Then a frown, slow in turning, one that formed a small burrow between her brows. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the strength of him and loving that now she could hold him closely once more. 'I'm sorry', she said softly. Her gaze moved to his chest and her cheeks heated. 'I never should have slapped you ...' she admitted sorrowfully. 'I never should have left - I should have listened.'

A sigh escaped her lips and she looked up at Logan once more, her eyes full of sadness and somehow still unsure. For her own sake, Aurelia hoped that this was Logan taking her back - not the opposite. After all, she was ready to beg if the need be, and play any slight of card she had. 'I don't know what to say to make you keep me - I don't deserve that much', she murmured. 'All I know is that I don't care if I look stupid or pathetic - I only want you back.' Her gaze met his once more, halfway pleading, halfway fearful. It was all she could do to stay standing, to look at him squarely and not shrivel from the fear that he wouldn't take her back; that she may not ever have him again.

Time Might Be Subjective

15 April, 2009 (2:27am) - 21 April, 2009 (3:09am)
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The halls of Beauxbatons were deadly silent even though he was listening with the vampire's sensitive senses. The most sound that Caelen picked up was the soft echo of wind as the not quite transparent spirits flitted through the halls. It was strange when he thought about it, how it was possible to hear the actual ghost moving through the air but it wasn't a sound exactly. More like... a disturbance. Though the air didn't actually move it still shifted and echoed dully in his ears. He liked listening to that effect because he was proud of how sharp his senses were and continued to advance, plus it alerted him if one of the spirits were trying to sneak up on him. Unfortunately they had no smell and if they chose to go out of their visible ethereal forms than he could only rely on his hearing. He was being cautious, because it was late, very late in fact, and as a student he shouldn't be wandering the halls. So if someone was there with him he wanted to know as quickly as possible, this was the time when most of the ghost came out and ran about. Caelen figured that they had nothing better to do when all the students were asleep which is why they were all so restless. He didn't care, as long as no one went to tell on him he wouldn't mind them but still he wasn't one for surprises so he kept listening for sudden changes.

He was coming from hunting out in the forest and so all of his senses were still on their very high trip. He had drunk to be very full and went hunting alone tonight because he felt frustrated and just needed time to vent in peace. Caelen didn't like it if others saw him violent because he was quite aware of how much of a dangerous creature he was. There was no need for someone else to reiterate such a thing to him, so on days that he was frustrated he chose to be alone. He had a good reason for being frustrated also, or he believed anyway. He spoke to Bernard, well the guy had written him, and found out that he was going to be attending Beauxbatons soon. Caelen didn't mind much, not really but he had the feeling that there was something the elder vampire wasn't telling him. He was probably right because he knew that since the vampire had the abilities to warp someone's mind to his liking that he held his fair share of secrets. That was what frustrated him because there was a level of trust that disappeared with the last bit of information that his sire revealed. Now Caelen was sure that the vampire had a reason for coming to Beauxbatons but he wouldn't tell him what. It was going to be a pain for him to pretend that it didn't bother him while he racked his brain trying to figure it out.

Hunting helped a bit because it allowed him to release some of the anger and of course the rush of adrenaline that coursed through him helped to calm his mind. Now the euphoria was beginning to wire down and Caelen decided that it would be best for him to avoid going back to his dormroom. Curfew was a couple of hours ago, of that he was sure but he didn't know what time it was exactly. The moon was out as were the stars and the sky was a deep blue that was bordering on purple so Caelen assumed it was somewhere between 11pm to 1 am. That would explain why even the prefects seemed to be absent in the halls because he doubted that anyone would want to waste time scouting the halls for rule breakers so late. He was on the third floor currently searching for the room of requirements that he's used so many times before. He always forgot the exact location of the place because it always seemed to change somehow. Well the entry point anyway but Caelen knew that it would appear eventually. It always did, but first he just needed to think of what it was he actually wanted.

It was a place to relax, or a place to not think. He was originally going to head towards the clocktower but that place has lost its value for him once he started running into more and more people whom he didn't like there. It was starting to feel as if it was cursed since he couldn't even go and find peace any longer. There was always either someone already there in which case he left or someone came and disturbed him. He's given up on the clocktower, it was no longer sacred and now the room of requirements was turning into his favorite hiding spot. Though he's never been alone there either, but Aife was always his only company in the room. So it held more of a comfortable feeling for him and since he couldn't exactly just walk into Rouerie common room to disturb her this would have to be the next best thing. He walked back and forth once he reached the empty wall that looked like it could be familiar and started to think. A place like the ones before, and the image that came to mind was that of a common room. The large space occupied with one couch and some chairs off of to the side. There was also the fireplace like the Sournois common room held, and the large window that allowed you to see outside no matter how far you stood in the middle of the room.

After a third trip pacing the wall started to change until it was depressed in and a door appeared. Caelen stopped, happy that it worked and reached for the doorknob to open it. He went inside quickly, closing the wooden door behind him as soon as he entered with a soft click and looking around. It was just as he pictured it or actually better. There were pillows on the couch which he didn't think off and even a blanket. He wouldn't need a blanket, Caelen was consistently cold and no amount of heat could change that. He only wanted the fireplace for something to look at so he could occupy his mind. He looked towards the long gothic styled window and the moon shone brightly from outside. it was only the moonlight that illuminated the room and made the maroon colored walls glow as if a bright light was lit. It was nice and even the room itself felt calm and it seemed so real. He actually began walking towards the window with a strange curiosity to open it and see he would be outside. Of course he knew that it wouldn't be, this was only imitation but what a perfect imitation it was and already the frustrations started to slip away.
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Aife ran one slender hand through her brazen curls, and let her quill fall from her fingers. Aurelia was in her bed, curled up beneath the emerald covers - asleep, finally. Aife put her head in her hands and felt her skin pull taught. She wasn't used to having to share a room, and though Aurelia wasn't exactly the worst roommate one could have, Aife seriously missed the former state of her room, from before Aurelia returned to school. She liked that it had been a haven of sorts, and that it was one place she didn't have to pretend to be anything she wasn't. It had only been her and Dorian, and at times Caelen, but no one else, really. This room had been her place, where she didn't have to slow to the crawl of human speed or pretend to take hours to complete a paper for class. But now Aurelia was here, and she still hadn't told her, or any of her family for that matter, that she was no longer only a Veela. So unless she wanted to seriously give her younger sister a reason to worry, Aife now had to act like a human in the privacy of her very own room.

Sighing, Aife sat back and looked across the room to where Aurelia lay. The covers rose and fell in place, methodical in their repetitiveness; Aurelia's breathing was sure and steady, and Aife could smell the minty toothpaste she'd used earlier to clean her teeth. The older girl stood and began to put away her books, closing them with a little more force than necessary, especially for a vampire. She packed them away on the shelves above her desk and slid the paper (that she'd finished hours before) into a protective sleeve. Her gaze swept the room, and she wondered if there was anything she might be needing to do. But no, her classwork and homework and papers for the next week were all finished, and the room - both her side and Aurelia's - was spotless of scattered clothes, books, and Merlin help us, dust. There was officially nothing to do. Aife turned and looked at Dorian, who was stretched out across her bed, his gaze turned towards her as he eyed her with a bit of apprehension. She didn't know what was with the feline lately, but he was being terribly moody - like a premenstrual human. Aife glared and tossed a pillow on top of him, which sent him off and under her bed.

Rolling her eyes, Aife pulled her sweater closer to her slender frame and left the room. The halls beyond were void of light, and the common room was only lit by a steadily dying fire. A couple of students still sat hunched over school work in corners of the room, candles lit close to where they sat. Aife slipped through the room, keeping close to the shadows, and went quietly out the common room door and found herself in the hall outside. Stretching her arms above her, she began to walk, her feet idling about as she walked. She was far more graceful than she ever had been in life, but even so, compared to vampires like Caelen, she was more of a klutz than anything. Suspecting that the older vampire found the trait at least a little endearing, she had to admit she enabled it a bit - but more or less it was lack of care that made her not quite so graceful as she should have been. She was all ready loads more graceful than humans, and for now she found that this was enough for her. After all, she was still getting used to so much else - she could take care of graces later.

Aife wandered the halls, walking slowly, as a human might, her arms wrapped about her sides. It was cool, though not quite so much as it had been during the winter - that was definitely something to get used to and for the first time she'd been ecstatic when winter was finally over and the sun was warm and bright and the grounds were green instead of white. Even so, she still wore sweaters and cloaks at nearly all times, and she'd become quite fond of warming enchantments. Probably the worst thing about being so much colder, though, was when on nights like these, the ghosts were out in full force and didn't really care if they went around you or not. During life, she'd heard about students who had experienced a ghost's passing through them, and how it had been a chilling experience indeed. Now, one rather dusty and gruesome looking ghost passed through Aife, and she jumped a bit and glared at him. It was a frightening amount of cold, and it made her feel like her bones might break if they were smashed against the wall. The ghosts tipped his head to her and floated away and through the opposing wall, and all the time Aife stood there looking fully insulted.

Groaning, Aife started off again, going through the halls and up and down stairwells, feeling a little more grumpy than when she'd left her dorm room. She needn't worry that someone might see her and report her breaking of curfew rules, and she idled throughout the halls and oddly, found herself following a rather familiar route. Coming to a stop between a line of wide, iron diamoned windows and a long, flat wall, Aife saw a door that was most normally only there at certain times. Her head tilted curiously, and she tugged thoughtfully at one of her copper curls before she reached for the door knob. It loosened easily, and she slid the door from beneath the frame and looked about within. The room was similar to the Sournois common room, which she'd seen mostly due to Aurelia, though not quite so crowded and it was missing the variety of desks that seemed to be constant in most of the common areas. Without the hesitation she probably should have displayed, at least for manners' sake, Aife stepped in and was instantly confronted with one scent she knew by heart. Turning slightly, she looked toward the brilliant window and saw the one person she was always glad to see. 'Caelen?!' she exclaimed with a grin. She crossed the room swiftly and came to stand beside the other vampire. Laughing, she turned her face up to him - he was bathed in moonlight and his skin was a glorious shade of alabaster, his lips pink and rosy and eyes bright. 'We always seem to end up here, don't we?'
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Fingers tapped against the glass gently while he tried to get the texture of it and compare to what he knows is suppose to be real. Cold and strange was the only way that he could think of to describe it. The glass still felt the same, not very smooth but hard and grating. There was the factor of wanting to continuously touch it even though it brought no sense of pleasure since there was no actually feel to it. It was just hard and cut sharply even though it lied flat, just like glass is suppose to be. The same way that his common room glass felt, consistent to the rough jagged ledge that felt much too worn out even though it looked so incredibly brand new. If he hadn't been aware that this was the room of requirements then Caelen was sure this place could be mistaken for his common room. It really was amazing and because he had nothing else to do for the night he could actually stand by and watch something so trivial. He scratched, and with just about enough pressure as a human would have exuded the glass fought back against his fingertips. It felt uncomfortable and he was amused out of boredom. There was the thought that sat in his mind still wondering what would happen if the glass broke. The room had to be more then just an illusion and Caelen was curious to what lied outside of the windows from the point that he stood rather then the entrance into this room.

He stared at the moon which looked just as bright when he was outside as it does coming through the window. It had to be the same moon because it was so perfect and the glow shone in the exact same way. It was enough to light the room and make the lighted fireplace obsolete because the orange flames were nothing compared to the moonlight. It wouldn't even be a big enough distraction if he chose to look away from the windows and now he wondered if the room would get rid of it. He didn't want to cover up the window because this was a scene that he enjoyed. Caelen did like the night and he loved stars and moons because even as a human it was interesting to watch. At a point where he believed in fate and such he would look up and wonder and every once in a while if he was upset he still responded to the habit. So this room was perfect for him, just as he wanted and better then he pictured. He relaxed more, and breathed deeply inhaling the comfortable feeling that it provided and the strange mixture of fabric that reminded him of the common room.

The door open and he heard the creaking before he knew who it was. That was a bad sign and it was then that he realized the room really was completely secluded. He hadn't heard a sound since he entered or took a trail of anything that didn't belong in there. It was as if the outside world didn't exists, meanwhile someone had gotten the opportunity to sneak up on him. He felt as if his guard had been dropped and so instantly he was on alert again. He straightened against the wall as his eyes fixed on the widening door and the air carried the person's trail towards him. He recognized it, not a moment later as Aife and smiled as he felt relieved again. He watched the redhead peek through then enter and look around but still not look in his direction. Aife's senses weren't as sharp as his of course and she did have a lot to learn so Caelen thought nothing of it. Instead he leaned casually against the wall and brought his fingers to his sides instead of scratching at the glass until she faced in his direction.

'Caelen?!'

She spoke with a wide grin and Caelen couldn't help his that followed. Aife truly was the only person that could constantly make him smile even if he was going through hell. The redhead was just elevating, everything about her left something to be appreciated. He could admit that he has changed quite a bit with his relationship with the redhead, he no longer sulked all the time about his being because he had Aife now. He couldn't sulk in her presence, it was impossible to do so because she had a grin that always looked amazingly gorgeous and was contagious no matter the situation. It was a weakness, Aife was, cause she affected him way too much but Caelen found that he never even thought about such a thing any longer. His mind was much too preoccupied with simply being with the redhead to worry about whether or not it made him weak. There was only thinking of her happiness and her presence and nothing about what the possible consequences could be. Besides it was too late for any of them, he had already turned her and he was happy now to think that whatever happened in life there would be Aife. She was his forever, in all her perfect smiling glory. That wouldn't change anytime soon and Caelen didn't even consider the possibility of such a thing because he wouldn't let it.

'We always seem to end up here, don't we?'

Aife spoke with a light laughter that rang through his ears and echoed. He loved the feel of it even just her sound was something to bask in and with her now being a vampire things were amplified as each movement held more grace and power. He smiled standing straight in front of her and nodding. They really did always end up in the room of requirements together, though usually it was often Caelen who intruded on her but this time it seemed she found him. "It's fate" He said softly and a part of him did believe it even though he was joking in this moment. He reached forward wrapping his arms around the redhead because it was just wrong for Aife to be so close to him and still at such a distance. So he hugged her, pushing their bodies close because it has actually been far too long since he held. Then he breathed deeply, a habit that he picked up from when she was human and he liked it too much now to ever stop. It was something that he would never get use to. The tempting and intoxicating smell that she wore, if he didn't know for sure what she was then it could probably be mistaken for human because it was just so fulfilling and brought with it the need to taste for proof. That was why he breathed each time because even though it was permanently painted in his memories he would never get enough of it. "What are you doing here so late?" Caelen questioned though he wasn't even focused on his own words as his face buried in the crook of her neck so he could inhale.
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Of all the things that Aife loved about Caelen Sage, his smile was rather up there in her list. He smiled a lot more now than he had before - he seemed happier somehow, less stressed. She knew that part of the reason was that she was no longer human, and though some people - her family mainly - might not find this as something to be happy about, it meant a load of things for the two of them which were anything but sad. Now, they had each other for ever, and she didn't have to worry about what might happen when she began to age, and Caelen no longer had to worry so much about hurting her or feeling hungry around her. She knew that this had been a definite factor in how Caelen responded to her, and now he didn't have to control himself too much. Not that he'd ever really needed to so much, in her opinion, but she understood why he'd taken such care.

Now, however, he didn't need to take care with her, but Aife still felt that Caelen hadn't rid himself of the delicate way in which he handled her. This might have only been the force of old habit, or quite possibly it was only the way in which he naturally handled someone he loved. Either way, she didn't really mind, as long as he was handling her in some fashion ... which was something else he hadn't really seemed to come to terms with either. She sometimes wondered if he thought she was something of the likes of an opposite to her younger sister, who was about as well trained in the sack as anyone else you could come up with. This was probably closer to the truth than it was a lie, but at the same time, it wasn't like Aife was a nun. Even so, she smiled up at Caelen, the perfect picture of innocence and angelic stature.

'It's fate', Caelen said softly. He pulled her in close and hugged her tightly. Aife could feel his chest expand as he pulled her scent through his nostrils, something he'd always done and she figured would continue to do for all eternity. It seemed to be one of his favourite things about her, despite the fact that that list was so very long. She had no qualms about that, though - she liked that he loved so many things about her. His face found the small of her neck and nuzzled it; she could feel the air move there, the pull against the soft, minuscule down that feathered her skin. She smiled, knowing the pleasure he gained from such an act, and tilted her head a bit to give him more access.

'What are you doing here so late?' Aife shrugged and leaned against him more, and let her arms wrap about him. 'I just need to get away from the dorms', she murmured. It's odd having to share my room ... I feel like I don't have any privacy anymore. I can't be my ... newer self there anymore, you know?' She sighed and rested her head against Caelen's shoulder. 'Of course, as always, I wanted to see you too ...' She craned her neck and let her eyes travel to meet his, her head still resting against him. 'It seems like no matter how long I am away from you, it always seems like years before I see you again ...'

It was true - it always seemed like years. But then the time that she spent with Caelen always flew, and Aife felt she could never really get enough of him. She snuggled into him a bit. He still wore that smile, the one that made her knees weak and made her feel like she wanted to take him aside and keep him all to herself, and not share him with anyone at all. A grin broke through her small smile, and she reached up to lay a kiss on his pink lips. She squeezed him closer, and lifted her hand to his cheek. It was cool beneath her touch, but strong and sharp as ever, and she pulled him down a bit so she could reach him better. Her toes lifted her up a little bit, and she ran her hand beneath his ear and let it rest at the nape of his neck.

Heart hammering, Aife stepped even closer, till she could not move in any farther, and let her free hand fall to Caelen's waist. She tugged at it a bit, feeling the flesh beneath his thin shirt. The feeling was an odd one - his skin was always cool, as hers was, yet it was still pliable and warm beneath her long, slender hands. His lips were soft beneath her own, his breath hot as it quickened. She loved when he did that - the subtly frenzied breathing that made her hair stand on end and her eyes scrunch closed and every nerve was shocked to alertness. Her hands squeezed at him softly, moving about a bit as if she wanted only to touch him and feel that he was really there and this was not false.

Hesitantly, she pulled away, though only as far as was needed to look up at him, and she grinned loopily. Her gaze was hazy and she felt suddenly embarrassed, as she always did when she acted out of character. A sigh escaped her lips and she tilted her head a little, just looking at Caelen and watching. He looked so perfect and still in the moonlight; beautiful to say the very least. Even so, her heart hammered faster than it should have been, and she felt her thick, slow blood rushing nervously through her veins. She was feeling hot for once, as hot as a vampire could anyway, and it puzzled her. 'Sorry', she murmured quietly, her voice thick and throaty. 'I've been wanting to do that all day'.
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Aife would be delicate, always even as she was no longer as fragile as she had been as a human. It was impossible for Caelen to see her as anything else because he cared so much for the redhead not to mention how possessive he could get, though he would never show her that side. She was still his precious Aife whom he needed to be careful with because there were things that worried him. Like that the redhead was a great deal more tempting then she was aware of and Caelen, who seemed to have accumulated an intense amount of control, didn't want to push her away from him if he did something wrong. They weren't treading on fine lines but in times like this he didn't exactly know how to behave around the redhead without upsetting her. She was the ultimate picture of style and grace and had even been so as a human. It was what had drawn him to the redhead and since he regarded her as such he always thought it felt wrong at times to ever think of her in another light. But in moments like this it tended to be difficult to try and figure out how to behave properly and keep his thoughts from wandering to anything not very classy.

It didn't help that he's missed her so very much and only wanted to hold her forever and be as close as possible. It was always the same thought whenever she was near but tonight it had worsen because the material of the sweater and gown was so very thin. It was easy to get the feel of her skin through the thing and it only felt like an impossible barrier to the creamy white flesh underneath. Times like this of course were hindering because whereas Caelen was one to normally act on impulse, he couldn't in this moment because it was his Aife. He was being careful and he thought that he was within his reasoning. He cared her too much to push her away with such a mistake and was fighting hard hanging on to control to not think of the silk that covered very cool bare skin that he felt through the embrace. He breathed again, in a calming manner this time as he was often required to do when around the redhead. He was starting to think she did it purposely to be honest, or perhaps Caelen simply didn't have enough of this control has he thought.

He tensed a bit as her arms wrapped around him also but it was something that occurred somewhat subconsciously. He was reacting to how he always did when Aife touched him when they were alone. He enjoyed it too much and naturally he tensed up in order to keep from doing so. He listened to her as she spoke, lips pressed gently at the very faint pulse at her neck as he worked on releasing his arms from the waist of the petite redhead. It felt too good and the sweater though a lovely contrast of color against her pearly skin had turned into a great annoyance much too soon. The material felt too rough against his bare arms and even if it was very obviously a light cotton it felt more like a cloak then anything else. Blocking way against her shoulders and hiding silky flesh that he would rather was visible. He pulled back gently, soft inhales of pure Aife before the sweater could become harmed out of his rising frustration to the thing. It might be a bit hard to explain and he would rather avoid it if possible. Besides, Caelen was a lot better at being subtle.

'It seems like no matter how long I am away from you, it always seems like years before I see you again ...'

Her final words echoed smoothly through his ears and caused him to smile. It felt like that for him also, as if the time was never enough. Which was pretty ironic because they very literally had all the time in the world. "Maybe you should stop going to class..." He suggested trying to keep the smirk from appearing on his face so that Aife would think he was serious. He found it hard to hide his emotions from her, either because he lacked the will to put a mask in place or simply because she could see through them now. Still that didn't keep him from trying and with something so simple it could work. "We would be together more often" He finished with a grin that continued to his green eyes as he fought the urge to press his lips against her cool skin once again. He met her gaze as she craned her neck to look at him and Caelen smiled because it was too contagious and he wasn't able to help it. He felt so very content when she smiled because Caelen could be happy knowing that she was happy. Well... that wasn't necessarily true, he was happy that she was happy with him, with anyone else and it would have probably been a problem. She pulled closer and Caelen loosened his arms completely.

He held with his palms now, making it easier to wander over the silk material of her sweater and gown but it was not nearly as smooth enough as the flesh that they moved against. It was a shame that she wore something so rough he thought but it probably didn't feel like a problem at all for the redhead. She moved again, reaching up and kissing his lips. Caelen returned it quickly with no hesitancy. Soft and loving and holding back the small amount of frustration that he felt and pushing down the need to kiss her harder and feel as much as possible. Her hand traveled to his neck with light as a feather touches that caused him to actually feel his skin burn in memory as she just continued along until her hand rested. Her gripped pulled her closer and his own helped in pushing till there was no more visible space between the two. A hand rested at her hip while the other stayed high on her back and nearly taking a handful of the soft sweater and gown wishing that the material could simply disappear beneath his fingertips. He could feel her skin through the material of his own shirt since Aife was pressed against him but the barrier itself was a pain and needed to be rid off.

Aife pulled apart but his grip stayed just as tight, fighting against simply ripping apart the blue thing very easily to get what he wanted. He breathed softly, though he didn't need to in response to Aife looking at him through hazy eyes and a grin. 'Sorry', She spoke and the sound had changed. Sounding like much more of a tempt for him then earlier when it was sweet and song like. 'I've been wanting to do that all day'. Aife continued and Caelen chuckled. Light because he couldn't help it but mostly because he was surprised that she just apologized for kissing him. If anything he was waiting on the apology for wearing a sweater over such a beautiful gown and hiding the creamy flesh underneath and for making him afraid to speak. He was sure with the frustration that ran through his current mind state that his own tone had probably changed. "I don't think I mind" He answered her and his own words sounded through his ears as he expected. Dark and husky though he wasn't even in need of air to live anymore, naturally reaction following the scorching heat of his skin that called for more of her cooling touches. No matter how teasingly they might have been.

"Promise" Caelen finished as the grip that rested on her hips finally begin to move. Pass the sweater as he pushed it upwards and caused it to bunch up at the waist. It was better that way, cause he only touched the silky gown now and could feel the cool skin through the material . Still too far away though and Caelen who was losing his good restraint very quickly couldn't think of anything else but such a thing. He trailed upwards, slipping under the sweater to rest his hand on her back again to pull closer. "I've missed you" He breathed though there was no smile but a different look. His eyes were clouded also because Aife just tended to do that and it was taking more patience then he knew he had to continue standing there trying to be civil or something like it. He kissed her this time, harder but slow and the want and frustration seeped through as he couldn't possibly get the vampire any closer to him then he did now but such a thing didn't keep him from trying. The grip on the sweater released so that he could touch her neck and the soft skin hidden behind silky red hair in an attempt for something.
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Aife would have done almost anything to be able to be with Caelen at all times – but if she didn’t attend her classes then they might as well not stay at the school. The thought was tempting, but she knew she had to consider her family and what they wanted. But now she and Caelen were alone,in their very own place, and school and all her worries now seemed very far away. There was only the two of them, and though she was usually pretty good at multi tasking, the only thing she could really think on with any form of clarity was the person before her and what he was doing.

If his fingers left trails of fire behind as they swept against her skin, then the grip of his palms must have been catastrophic. Caelen held her still, as close to him as possible while she pulled away to look at him. It was all she could do to form her words correctly – it was difficult to get them out. A chuckle escaped his lips and he smiled down at her like she were being silly. ’I don’t think I mind’, he said, his own voice rough and low. A wry little grin caused Aife’s lips to tilt, and her brows rose as if to say, Oh really? She kept her silence, her head cocked as she watched him. ’Promise’.

As if to echo his words, Caelen’s hands began to move, still gripping softly; his palms trailed upwards, causing the blue cotton of her sweater to bunch. The tender flesh was so close to her waist – the silken gown had suddenly become too heavy and coarse. Deft fingers trailed along her back, sending shivers up her spine, and Aife sighed as hot skin met the taut flesh of her back. ’I’ve missed you’, said Caelen, his face smooth. She stared up at him, her eyes studying his own – they were no longer bright or brilliant green, but dark and stormy. His gaze made her heart hammer, and her chest caved slightly as all breath ceased to pass her lips. The expression on his face, for a moment, terrified her, yet enthralled her all the same. His eyes, the form of his lips, they resembled the look he wore when he was hungry – desperately so. Yet this was somehow needier, something less familiar.

Lips met her own, warm and wet, their movement slow yet determined. Aife could feel the tremors that ran through Caelen’s blood as he pulled her against him, as close as they could get and then some. She crushed herself against him with a gasp, and her head was filled with his scent. Dizzily, she clung to him, her hands finding his back and tightening about the irritating cloth of his shirt. His hands left her back and she moaned in protest, but this was quieted as his fingers swept the lines of her neck. They tightened beneath the nape of her glossy curls and held her close; the thud of her heartbeat was clear against the pressure.

The heightened senses of a vampire were one thing under the weight of spending every day among humans. Yet, with someone plucking at those strings, desire resounded farther and faster than it most normally would, and more so than it ever had for Aife. Despite this, harder kisses and the press of Caelen’s fingers against her flesh was not quite enough for the young red head. She kissed him deeply, her hands pulling on him; the need that rose in her was stronger than she was. There an inkling of thought protesting for modesty and control, but Aife did not heed it. This was Caelen - her Caelen; she would do what she wanted, damn it.

Caelen’s fingers stretched against her, cupping her head and playing through her curls, and Aife was heady and full to bursting. Her lips opened against his own, hedging in and they pulled his with them. The fabric of his shirt was jarring against her fingers; she could feel the crossing of threads that lay flat against his back. She gripped Caelen’s arms, his shoulders, and traced the graceful arching of his collar bones beneath the cloth. Moving farther, Aife cupped the line of his jaw and pushed the kiss farther, allowing the tip of her tongue to slide against his moist lips. She was bordering on scorching, and her flesh flamed and glistened.

Shrugging the sweater from her shoulders, Aife let it fall to the floor, and she wrapped her arms about Caelen’s neck. They locked in, and she leaned against him, forcing herself onto her toes. Soft sighs and moans escaped her, and her curls brushed against her shoulder blades. She kissed him soundly, though frustration showed through the ministrations; it was all that she could do not to jump him at that moment. He smelled so very enticing, and she found herself unsteady from the taste of him. Her blood rushed too quickly, and she found her head spinning as she held on, her arms wrapped tightly about him.
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He was sure this was the sweetest sin that he's ever committed. Turning Aife into a vampire so that he could have the redhead be forever his. Selfish definitely but there was no regret or doubt in his mind that it was truly something he would gladly be damned for. She was too perfect and he was much too far in to think of anything but wanting the redhead more then anything else. She was purely intoxicating in every way. Her touch continued leaving behind the invisible scorching marks that echoed his longing whenever her fingers moved to a new location and the new sensation wasn't near enough to forget the old. It became addictive, as each touch just created the need to have more until it became to the point of being near insatiable. He couldn't help his thoughts as long ago his mind stopped working once he had kissed her again. It was only her lips now, soft and pliable against his own and sweeter then anything he's ever had and the taste only seemed to get better the more that he kissed her. There was only the feel of Aife pressed against him so tightly that he was positive that if she was human that his hold on her hip would have left a bruise proving the lack of control that he seemed to have for the girl.

He touched her skin more but not nearly enough to be content as his digits smoothed over the cool flesh of her neck. Nothing has ever felt so good underneath his fingertips he was sure because every time he touched Aife it was like it was whole another experience to go through again. It was amazing each time, and he ran his fingers along the faint pulse of he neck which he could hear echoing so loudly through his eardrums. It wasn't her pulse that sped up but rather his senses had gotten much sharper as they tried to engrave every feel and taste and smell that came from the vampire into his mind. He made his ways to her red curls and they slipped though his fingertips like the smoothest silk, light as air and as if he wasn't even touching them to begin with. His thumb traced her neck still feeling as if it was wrong to ruin Aife's perfect curls with his touch even though they refused to stay in his palm as it is.

Her touch at his shoulders neck and arms was distracting and he felt as if he would need to breathe. But he was a vampire and there was no necessity for the thing besides the building up of desire that coursed through him searching and aching for a release. He would push pass the urge to pull away and inhale because he was no longer capable of releasing the redhead from his grasp even if he wanted to. He kissed her deeply, lips parting to take him the sweet and slick tongue that danced and teased along his lips before it could send his mind into its very near and frenzied state and he lost fully the ability to acknowledge where they were. The rough silk sweater slid off her shoulders and unto the floor and finally more skin was exposed and it was an answered prayer. He worked his grip around to the exposed part of her back painfully aware of the bare arms locked around his neck and producing the sweet sensation that came with the contact. He could have shivered if he didn't feel as hot as he did though he knew physically his skin was much colder. He gripped her back and pulled her closer though it seemed impossible to be any closer to the vampire. It was impulse, as he traced the indentation and contours of her exposed back to get closer. As silky as her hair had been and it brought the underlying feeling of was it real. It had to be because Caelen never daydream and he didn't sleep.

His touch stopped at the rough material of the silk as he came into contact with the hard metal of the zipper and had to fight against pulling it down to expose more of the creamy skin. But he still wanted to touch and feel more and impulse recovered much better then thoughts since there wasn't very many running through his mind. He pulled his hand from her neck and slid along her side over the rough barrier of the silk dress until he reached her hips then swooped down. A quick motion faster then the human eye can see to curve under the vampire's thighs and raised up till he lifted the girl off of her feet all while still kissing her lips with ease. Not an instant later he blurred towards the pretty undisturbed couch fast enough to not have missed a beat of Aife's touch. He laid her down gently, hands unhooking from her legs to rest along her hips as he had to lean down also so the tempo remained. It was then that he noticed how long the silk gown was at the back as the part that flowed ended up folded on itself behind the girl and exposing the pearly skin of the vampire.
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There was no denying the intoxicating feeling of Caelen's fingers brushing against her, his hands running through her hair, and his body well against her own. Even so, this was nothing compared to the pressure laid against her flesh as yet more skin was exposed and he took hold, his fingers dragging against the taught canvas and nails etching lines of scarlet across her back. He returned her kiss, full and wanton, no longer holding back for whoever knew what God forsaken purpose, and finally, finally, he let himself go, and gave into the exacerbating pleasure that came before the fall. His fingers swept over her, his palms hot, as if there would never be enough time to cover every inch, every molecule, and Aife gasped against his lips, her head light and dizzy, eyes squeezing shut then bursting open in surprise again and again.

Aife trembled, from head to toe, her blood convulsing within her, and she ran her hands heavily over the vampire's form, grasping here and there, enjoying the feeling of his flesh gathered beneath her own. It was all she could do to not tear him to bits, beneath her attentions, and though he was quite possibly harder with her than he needed to be, she enjoyed it all the more. There was something about lacking the reservation to take care that left her delighted and nervous, as if there were no cares in the world and all they had to do was find the greatest pleasure they could. Her lips battled against his own, tongues swirling and clashing, frenzied, and she gripped his jaw to keep him closer. It was then that she lost any sense of modesty and control and she cried against his lips, the sound airy and echoing.

Caelen's hand left her neck, and it slid against her side, down and over the curve of her hip. In one swift motion, he hefted her onto his hips, and Aife found herself face to face with him. Her fingers laced through his flaxen curls and grasped hold, and then they were moving at a speed that in humanity would have left her dizzy and incapable of further movement. But now she was clinging to him, her legs tightening about him and lips still surging relentlessly. She heard the screech of wood against polished stone, and her back met the tough fabric of an overstuffed couch. Fingers fled from her legs to her hips, gripping tightly to her blazing flesh, and rough denim wore against her thighs as she continued to grip with her legs.

For one second, Aife's mind paused to caution her on the falcuty of reticence and innocence, but she was too frantic and lascivious to dwell very long. Instead she pulled on Caelen, her lips wide against his, futile and pressing. Her hands roamed over him, tearing at the cloth of his shirt; pops resounded and her fingers pulled away at it till they could glide along him, finding purchase at the soft curve of his waist. Lips leaving his, she kissed along the line of his jaw, over the hot bare flesh of his neck and pursed against the furrow of his collar bone. The more his hands played along her flesh, gripping and stroking, the less of the silken cloth she could feel, and she arched against him, breathing hard, her hands pulling him to her and begging, absolutely begging.