The sway of the gauzy material around the bed posts mesmerized the vampire. A cool finger coiled with a strand of red hair paused in its movements, as did every other part of the being. It took very little to send Sienna into a state of deep contemplation of late. She and Stefan had been through much, survived it together. Their bond had nothing to do with powers, supernatural or otherwise. It was often said between them that she saved him.
Little did he realize, he saved her as well. He was a newly turned wild young child with no idea how to handle his new state of being. She was a vampire who spent most of her nights, feeding and seducing, the fleeting pleasures slaking her hunger only to repeat the cycle for endless months. She was becoming more dead by the day. Losing her abilities to feel true emotions, a lack of guidance in her own training, she was left to her own devices to practice mercy or mercilessly as she saw fit at the moment. The year of her turning was a blur of blood, screams and pain. Stumbling across the young wolf had given her purpose. She was no longer just a being of need and lust, she had another's welfare in mind and it directed her from the path of her own destruction.
Things were beginning to change. Not just fashions, automobiles or politics of the human world. For the first time since their life together began, she and Stefan were going to engage in the world of the supernaturals. The legalization of their kind made it more difficult to remain hidden. Every human was now studying the person next to them for any sign that they were something 'other.'
It did not sit well, it vexed and irritated, but it was not going away. Sienna had accepted that part of this change already. There was only one thing to do; deal with it. Stefan seemed unconcerned, and perhaps that was her fault. He was mostly untamed, but she had managed to teach him how to control his beast and how to hide himself from the humans. He preferred his wolven form more often than not. He was more careless, more bold than Sienna, and while she could temper that to an extent, her bond with him rested in their affection for one another.
Emotions are all well and good, but there comes a time when bigger things than the heart, dead or alive, come into play and win the game.
