The blood pooled, warm and sticky sweet in her mouth giving a rush of pleasure that had her liquid silver eyes rolling back as ebon lashes fluttered. She could taste the beat of the man's heart against her tongue, rushing the sweet nectar of life while bringing the smallest of flushes to her own cheeks. The man in her arms groaned, trying to grind his body into hers, lost in the complete ecstasy of the kiss. She felt his hands wrapping into the luxurious length of raven curls, pulling hard as her fangs penetrated deeper into his skin. She drank until she felt his heartbeat slow, growing faint from the loss of blood, then slowly pulled away.
Her eyes blazed, glowing with power as she stared into the man's eyes, "Sleep now," she said her voice a soft caress, as the body against hers fell slack, relaxing into sleep. With a soft sigh she pushed him off of her and fluidly rose to her feet, licking a few remaining crimson drops from her lips. Her hands moved slowly down the bodice of her corset, making sure that nothing had been spilled on the expensive fabric during her feeding , ending with her hands on her hips. Walking across the room, she left the man on the bed without a backwards glance and opened the door, letting herself out.
She could feel James's frowning stare as she exited the room and lifted a slender brow up at him. "What is it now James? I should think you would be happy, we left the States, left that infuriating crew of misfits, as you called them, and returned to our cherished home. Why are you frowning at me so?" Her words were sharp, but since returning to her castle, her servant had seemed less thrilled with their situation as the months had passed by in a blur. As she walked down one of the many long hallways James fell into step beside her, brooding in the way he always did when something was on his mind, yet he didn't want to tell her.
She knew instinctively that he wanted to talk about what happened, her decision to leave for England, without even a word to those she loved, why she had made it. "I am not going to discuss it with you." It may not have been the best choice to do what she had done, but at the time it had been right for her. She had to have a clean break, telling them that she was going home would have been terrible. They would have tried to get her to stay, and deep down, she knew that they would have succeeded.
Nike stared at James from the corner of her eye, giving her head a slight shake. She just couldn't tell him how she felt, not that she thought he wouldn't understand. It was just too painful, a wound that hadn't healed even with the time away. The petite vampire felt she was at the edge of a great precipice, one false step and she would slip from the cliff of her sanity. It wasn't a pleasant notion. Turning, she walked up to the door of her own chambers, and a hand lifted to the handle, opening the door. "Make sure that.... whatever his name is gets home alright. That will be all for the night, thank you James," she said softly, disappearing behind the door.
