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Thump.... thump... thump... By all rights, it shouldn't be there. But the heart started stuttering, as if it was trying to develop a rhythm. The skin which had gone corpse pale... regained a measure of life, a blush... not much, but a start. Then frost-blue eyes snapped open and the beast roared. Fangs snapped down and it lunged at the scent of blood. The huge body knew only hunger. It knew it needed to FEED to survive, so instinct sent it into a murderous predatory frenzy and the jaws attempted to slam down on Lucy's wrist to gain more of the blood that had returned the body to health.

The arms jerked and fought against Lucy's legs, but with so little vitae in the fledgling's system it did not have the strength to fight it's creator, much stronger than her small stature would seem to indicate. Still the large body bucked beneath her, forcing her to ride like a woman on a tossing ship to stay atop the predatory thing that was the man she loved. At the moment all sanity gone and replaced by a feral hunger. A craving for blood so strong he was attempting to feed on the woman he loved as the only source of sustenance he could detect.
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The first few signs had her watching in a sort of fear induced fascination. And then... then his eyes flashed open and she saw nothing of the man she loved, only his Beast as it came screaming to the surface with only one thought in mind: blood.

He bit down, the fangs sinking into the Swede's wrist and while mentally braced for it, something between a moan and a scream still escaped her before she grit her teeth hard and pushed her willpower to the limit to see through the haze brought on by the Kiss. Because if she lost focus, then she was done for, she knew that. And she couldn't let that happen. not to her. Not to him.

"I'm... right... here...." the words were gasped, pained as she allowed him to drink and drink deep to sate that initial hunger. Or at the very least lessen it, as there was a rather definite limit as to how much blood she could spare him. Enough though that they wouldn't have to hunt that night, although it would mean they'd wake up hungry the next.

Just.. had to get through this first.

So yeah, he could to drink. Lucy trembling as she continued to cling to him as if for her life. Her body fighting her heart and her mind with it's desire to relish in the pleasure and forget about the dangers of it.

"Toran.... T-T..." oh fuck... she was starting to feel it, the amount of blood he was draining from her. Her own hunger calling to her though not yet with the kind of force that would throw her into a frenzy. not just yet... Which was why she'd attempt to twist her wrist out of his mouth, even if it meant tearing her flesh on his fangs because she needed him to stop. She needed him to calm down. She needed him not to kill her...
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The blood flowed into his system and suddenly he wrenched away, pulling back as she jerked her wrist away. With vitae in his system his heartbeat suddenly started thumping away steadily, odder still, he was breathing, normally, almost instinctively, just as he had when he was alive. His skin was warm, warmer than a normal corpse... much like Lucy's own. Awareness flooded into his frost-blue eyes and his deep voice rumbled out through blood stained lips.

"Did I hurt you Lilbit?"

And the beast was subsiding. Forced down by an ironclad self-control and a stubborn methodical willpower. The man felt... different. Yet he felt much the same. Oh the blood craving was there. The smell was intoxicating, his nostrils flared as he sniffed at it. He licked his lips to get every particle of blood from them, to lick it from the hairs of his black beard. He was trembling, vibrating. Struggling with the beast within his mind, a grappling match of wills made in some ways easier by Lucy's presence astride him. He focused on his bond and his inability to harm her and used it to drive the beast back.

"Hungry... sorry... trying to focus."

His heavy head shook and he locked the muscles in his body, unwilling to give in to the instinct to race out and find something, to find and kill and drain some passerby to sate the craving. She had already given him blood, he knew, in his mind that he had enough to exist and so he used that against his beast. Hammering it. Slamming it down with his stubborn block-headed mentality.

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He spoke, he looked at her and he recognized her, and he spoke her name. The look of relief that flooded the Brujah's features was as obvious as the trembling breath of air that escaped her.
"No, no you didn't hurt me..." okay so her arm was a bit torn where the fangs had ripped her skin, but that was minor. It was insignificant to say the least.

"You alright...?" well, that was a silly question now wasn't it? He'd just died and come back, "alright" wasn't really the right word for it. Even more silly was the fact that her grip of his was weakening to the point where he'd once more be able to move. The arms and legs, once like steel restraints around him, turning gentle as the arm was removed from where it had been pinning his head down so she could touch her fingertips to his cheek.

A million thoughts were racing through her head, but only one really mattered to her: was it still Toran who was looking back at her?
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The breathing and heartbeat faded out as his body stopped trying to maintain old rhythms, though his skin retained a healthy living color and his warmth was a match for Lucy's own. His frost-blue eyes regarded her and he smiled slightly. It was a strain. The beast was stronger in his mind, growling with hunger and a need to dominate her, to claim her. He shivered all over like an animal shaking off moisture. He left her loosen up and his beast surged, wanting to throw her off and find a mortal, find something to kill and drink and his muscles bulged. He gripped her hips to have something to hold onto.

There was panic in the back of his mind. He'd stopped breathing. He had to breath... he.. no.. he didn't... he battled with the panic and confusion as his mind tried to force his body to do things he didn't no how to make it. For a moment he choked, trying to speak without any air in his lunges. His eyes bulged slightly. His mouth gaped as he tried to speak and couldn't. Couldn't even remember how to inhale. It took a conscious act of will to breath in, and when he did it was a gasping huge inhale. He coughed and struggled to figure out how to make it work solidly.

"Love you Lilbit."

He managed to choke out as he tried to remind his body the simple mechanics of In and Out with regards to his lungs. He had hoped the rhythm might remain subconscious but it didn't look like he was going to be that lucky. Still, he focused on it. Consciously breathing in and out as slowly as he could, trying to use it to control his mind and reactions.
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"Shhh... sshhh.. I love you too, Toran... I love you too, just, relax. Deep breaths.." because yes, while they were no longer needed, they perhaps would help him, just a little. It was something to focus on while he was trying to gather himself.
"It'll get easier. It'll be strange at first, different, but it'll get easier, I promise" the blonde offered softly, both hands moving to cup his face as she smiled at him. A warm, loving smile tinted with the relief she was feeling, despite his obvious struggle.

Still Toran.
She could look into his eyes and still see Toran.

"Your body is adjusting... it's trying to figure things out. Just focus on that and let it" she nodded, knowing that any advice she gave wouldn't really be worth all that much, because it wouldn't soothe the panic of no longer having a pulse, of no longer having to breathe. But she'd try anyway, just like her Sire had tried to calm her when she'd woken up all confused and out of it and well, panicky.

"I'm still here..." the hands on her hips held her tight, though truth to be told she barely noticed them. Her blue eyes locked with his, trying to reassure him through her presence, through her voice and touch that he was safe. He was with her. And now, if he wanted to, he always would be.
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His hands massaged her hips, giving him something to think about. He frowned at her clothing. His last memory they had been naked in the shower, now they were both dressed. He fingered her clothing, and focused on breathing in and out slowly, taking a moment to compose his thoughts.

"Doing my best.... why are we dressed?"

His frost-blue eyes were confused and... amused. An arch of one eyebrow. He felt that pull for sex in the back of his head, but it was... milder. It wasn't as intense. He was still mentally aroused but he wasn't feeling any similar reaction in his lower regions. How does one feel aroused and not aroused at the same time? Without realizing it his fangs still gleamed wetly, though he'd licked them clean of every trace of blood. He didn't realize the fangs wouldn't go up because he was hungry for her flesh... and lacked the knowledge to bring his body to react.

The beast purred in the back of his mind, a dark rumble that insisted drinking her down would be just as good as sexuality, but he once again forced it down with his self-control, silencing the dark voice in his mind. From what Lucy said, it would always be there. A dark temper and raging predator in his mind... and her blood clan was particularly prone to struggling with it. It was something he had to remember.
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"I..." sort of had to laugh, as awkward as it was. "Sort of had this idea that you'd feel better waking up clothed... I have no idea why" Lucy admitted kind of sheepishly as her shoulders finally fully relaxed as she started to "breathe" more calmly in lack of a better definition.

Her blue eyes were still gazing into his, first straying at the sight if fangs hiding behind his lips. The sight of which sent a shiver down her spine.
"These..." she brushed her fingertips across his lips, briefly touching a fang. "...look good on you..." Though it would take some getting used to. Though, the look in his eyes? It was somewhat familiar and new at the same time, two desires in his mind, being as "young" as he was: her, and blood.
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He blinked his frost-blue eyes and smiled the fangs gleaming in the light of the room. He touched them with a tongue, stroking it up and down exploring them. It felt, odd. But it also felt right. He forgot to breath in that moment... but was so busy exploring the odd sensation of a fang he didn't notice. Until he tried to speak, then that brief moment of panic flashed over his face before he resolutely took a deep breath.

"Did it... feel good when I bit you?"

His deep voice was rumbling soft, and curious. Had he given her the intense pleasure that she had given him on so many occasions? The possibilities of that danced through his mind. Yet, still, his body showed no reaction to these erotic thoughts. He did feel less PRESSURE to enact them. Not less desire... but less need. He looked up at her, mildly curious, a rueful laugh on his lips as he remembered to breath in so he could speak.

"This, could sound really dumb, but even though I'm finding you on top pretty damned sexy and the thought of you writhing under my bite amazingly erotic... I'm not getting hard. Is there.. did I break something?"

Maybe when he was dying he damaged something inside, so his manhood didn't work anymore. That'd be a bitter blow. He still had that craving to be inside her, but no physical reaction at all. How did that work? Oh that'd be torment. To spend his afterlife horny to touch her... and have no ability. True, he could at least fashion prosthetic to get the job done. It wouldn't really be the same though.
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At least, for what little it was worth, he knew. He knew he'd be waking up a vampire and while confusing and scary, he was at least aware. As opposed to the way she'd woken up, knowing nothing of the supernatural.
She wasn't sure it helped a whole damn lot, but it helped some as she watched him explore the sensation of his fangs. At least he was doing so curiously, not screaming in panic over them.

"You were frenzied, so I couldn't really indulge. But, yes, you felt good.." so good she'd worried about losing control. As for his question concerning his uhm, more masculine function.

"You're not broken, but your body isn't alive anymore. It won't react unless you allow it to react through your blood..." she had told him it would be different, she just wasn't sure he'd be fully able to grasp just how different.
"You can still feel pleasure, but if you want the physical kind, you''ll need to focus your blood..."
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"Well, that's good then. It means that if temptation strikes I just need to hold the willpower to avoid using the blood and I can't misstep that way."

He blinked and pulled her down next to him, he had to think through the moves in a way. It felt subtly different. He wasn't sure but he FELT stronger than he used to be. He stroked her back and regarded her with frost-blue eyes. He was being careful to maintain a breathing rhythm, thinking it through as best he could, since if he only inhaled so he could speak it would be more noticeable.

"Hunting will be hard at first right. The predatory instinct harder to control? The hungrier I am the harder it will be, right?"

He still didn't WANT to kill anyone. Despite that sighing monster in the back of his mind, hungering for blood. A thing of fight and flight and howling rage. For now he had it pinned back and quiet. There were important things to consider, to get used to. Giving in to a blood lust was not going to help him adjust to his new world. He knew Lucy was worried. He wanted to show her his mind and consideration hadn't been destroyed.
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He pulled her down onto the bed, and the blonde merely let herself be moved.
"Difficult, yes, but no so much that you won't be able to control it with a bit of conscious thought. Remember, no one will be hurt if you take but a mouth full. And I'll be there with you, looking after you.... You'll get the hang of it quickly" he sort of had to now didn't he? Because they'd need to hunt tomorrow.

"You've seen me hunt, you've felt me feed..."
He ought to have some idea as to how, though, that still didn't mean it would be easy right off the bat.
She had taken to it relatively quickly, even if she had had to fight her head telling her it was wrong abd disgusting, while her instincts merely demanded.

Lucy lifted a hand and touched his cheek again, letting the fingertips trace down the side of his throat while watching him. "Tomorrow, we'll hunt together..." but not tonight. Tonight was about him learning to know himself again.
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He nodded. Then he slapped her ass suddenly and chuckled. It started with a cough as he hadn't had enough air to sustain it, but he managed. He straightened up and stood. He held out a hand and looked down at her with frost-blue eyes and smiled softly.

"Then tonight we dance. Come on. Up to the roof. Dance with me on my first night of immortality."

He smiled behind his beard, his fangs still gleaming with his affection for her. His skin had equalized, somewhat paler than it had been, but still pink and lively. His temperature was warm, though cooler than an average persons. His heart was still and he had to remember to breath, but from a distance it might be hard to guess the man was dead. His tattooed hand was held out to her, an invitation to come with him.

Then he laughed, the realization striking him. He'd never die like his mother. He'd never rot away, half his body weight gone from the inside out. He'd never drag Lucy down a path of depression and sorrow until she ended her own life out of grief. The curse was gone. It was broken. It had no power over him. He reached down and lifted her like a doll, his hands on her hips as he tossed her slightly into the air and held her above his head like a father does his child.

"It can't hurt me anymore. I have love, I have eternity and no cancer can ever harm me again!"

It was a bit like an infection had drained out of his system, a poison had been purged, a roaring relief that freed him from a weight he hadn't realized was dragging him downward.
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He smiled, she could see the relief in his eyes and in turn she felt some of the fears drain from hers as she took his hand with a bright grin and pulled herself up and into his arms to kiss him. Soft lips pressing to his as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, even if it took a small jump to bring her up heigh enough to manage such a feat.

"I love you, Toran Craig" the blonde kissed him again, a long deep kiss that ended in another smile as blue eyes locked with his. "And I'd love to dance with you" heh, maybe it was illy. But for some reason, dancing on the roof? It felt right. It felt like just the kind of thing to do after having just been brought back from the dead. Up on the roof, under the dark sky lit up by the lights of the city and what few stars they might still be able to see.

"C'mon!" he was happy and so was she, even more so because he wasn't freaking out, wasn't clawing at the walls or throwing a fit and crying. He was happy.. relived... he saw a future, not an end. And she wanted that future so much, a future with him at her side, and she at his.

Would it last forever? She couldn't tell. No one could tell the future. But she could hope. And so hope she would.
Hope for an eternity with the man she loved enough to kill.
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He rumbled out a laugh and keeps her trapped against his body with a strong forearm, smiling and returning his kiss. That at least he could do without trying to remind himself to breath. He walked with her to the closet in the hall, opened it up and slide aside the various things hiding the painted ladder against the back wall. Then he hoisted her up to the point where she barely needed to touch the ladder at all to get to the hatch. Following her out he smiled at the night air, stretching his arms and standing still, taking in each movement. It was amazing in some ways. No pulse, no breathing, no churning blood. Nothing to distract him from the air moving around him. He regarded her with joy.

Then he swept up her hand, wrapped an arm around her waist and began to waltz about the roof. True her feet were dangling off the ground, and he had no real idea how to waltz. But he was taking large steps and moving in a sort of squarish circle, so that was close enough for his needs. He took a deep breath and smiled at her.

"I love you too Lucy Craig. Thank you, for giving me rebirth.... and I promise to never call you Momma."
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Her feet off the ground she couldn't really do much but hang onto him. Not that she minded though, not one bit. And that he wasn't the greatest dancer? Who cared? They were together, and he was smiling and they had eternity to look forward to.
Together.

"I like that name" the blonde chuckled when he called her by is last name. "Though God no, don't ever call me Momma. That would just be so wrong" she chuckled. Because while she could all sorts of playful in bed, she still got the creeps at things like "come to daddy" and well, you get the gist of it.
"I like it much better when you call me Lilbit" his Lilbit. His girlfriend, heh... no, fiancé actually, soon to be wife even. "I always want to be your Lilbit" and she didn't care one damn bit how cheesy that might sound, because she meant it.

Oh, she wasn't as blue eyed as some might think. She didn't think this was the same as a magical switch having been flipped and that everything would be perfect after it. But, she knew that they both wanted the same. That both of them were willing to work through things when they came up, because they loved each other, and love was worth fighting for.
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"I'm glad you like being called Lilbit, because you're mine. My Lilbit."

His deep voice thrummed as he swirled with her. There was a hint of something possessive, something predatory in his voice. His beast stirred at that, in agreement. MINE it growled and his arms tightened slightly around her, but he managed to keep from crushing her against him like a caveman. Down boy, he murmured to the beast inside his head. She doesn't WANT to be anywhere else.

She'd drained him, then he'd fed on her. With the difference split between them and the blood burn from waking up, they would both need to hunt tomorrow she was right on that. Still, he looked at her and he smiled.

"Do you think... I mean. If you're willing, and want too. You can bite me. We could trade it back and forth I guess. It won't keep us fed but well, I do enjoy it."

Smooth operator... that was him.
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She could hear it in his voice, that possessive growl to it that somehow sent a shiver through her. Heh, she liked being his. And, yes, she did want to be his in every way possible. Though, before that could happen...

The blonde kissed him, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes while letting her fingers play with his hair.
"I want it be yours, Toran. In every way I can be. Though, while I would love to taste you..." she hadn't tasted the blood of another Kindred since her Embrace. "I want it to be special. I want it to be when you've settled into this. When you've had a little time to ground yourself again, and find your balance. And then?" the second kiss was gentle, but no less loving. "Then I'll drink... and I'll be yours in blood as well..." it was a promise, he could tell. One she would keep, but not tonight.

Tonight, a whole damn lot had already come to pass. And he did need to find his balance before she would drink from him. Wanted to make sure he had everything under control so that when she bit, when she drank, his Beast wouldn't get the better of him.

"Are you alright with that? Tomorrow you'll get to sate your hunger, a few nights to find your balance... and then..." the nip of his lower lip was gentle, though he could feel the light scrape of her fangs in there even though she didn't use them to bite.
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"Fair enough Lilbit. Fair enough."

He swirled, dancing as though her weight was nothing to him... and truly, it felt like it was not. He barely noticed her body weight in his arms. Her PRESENCE was a solid anchor in his mind and spirit and could never be ignored. But in purely physical matters, it was like she was a mere feather. He smiled down at her, losing himself in his awkward dancing. He didn't need to breath, didn't need to do anything but hold her and shift his weight. Enjoying her being with him for the magical creature she was. The predatory nature didn't bother him. The world was full of predators, people preyed on each other. It didn't take immortality and magical blood to cause people to take advantage.

He merely focused on how much he loved her, and wanted to see her smiling while he danced with her. She was magical and he was cherishing her being in his arms. This could last forever and he would be a contented man for all of time.
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He looked so happy, and she could but hope that it would last. That he would always be this happy with his decision and with her. Because that smile on his face? Heaven knew she would go far to keep it. To ensure he always had reason to smile like that.

So they danced, awkward didn't matter because she gladly spun around in his arms, merely hanging on for the ride with a happy grin of her own.

She couldn't take her eyes off him. She honestly hadn't seen him this happy since... Actually, had she ever seen him this happy? Sure, she had seen a glimpse of that same happiness when she had told him she was falling for him, when she'd said yes to marry him. But this was so complete...

"I hope you'll always smile like that for me"
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