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The sound of a fit banging on the downstairs door was hopefully loud enough to be heard inside the building. Either way, he'd mentioned security cameras so surely, he'd have some overlooking the area outside right?

Either way, the simple fact was that the Brujah, arms wrapped around herself, was standing by the door, only unwrapping one arm to knock on it again. Loudly.

Lucy... did not feel particularly good about herself at the moment. The Swede wrapping the worn leather jacket around herself a bit tighter as if suddenly the chill had started bothering her. Which, considering that she was a: dead, and b: it wasn't even that cold compared to home, suggested that she wasn't quite feeling like her usual self.

How could she? She felt like a sell out and Hell, she even realized that she was. But, she wanted to stay. And how was she suppose to be given that chance if she up and told the Prince to take his appointment and shove it?

The military boots tripped impatiently as if standing still was a problem. The torn washed out jeans having seen better days as they consisted more of a series of holes than of actual fabric.

Maybe she should've just gone picked a fight with someone? That would've been a good way of getting the itch out of her system. But, it wasn't really that kind of itch. This was different from needing to vent. This was... urg...

She knocked again.

C'mon, be home.
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The big man set down the steel vault door he had been about to install and checked his phone, which was giving off the steady vibration that meant someone was standing on his front porch. Clicking the phone he looked at the video and broke into a big smile.

As he jogged across the cement under cellar he stripped off the heavy canvas coat and jumpsuit, down to a simple pair of sweats and t-shirt. He was a bit rank but he didn't want to see her looking like he'd just... well gotten halfway through installing a vault door in an underground bunker.

He finger combed his black hair back and contemplated that he needed a trim, the damned stuff was getting to be shoulder length and thick to boot. He'd managed to keep his beard a bit more organized but he'd been dedicating all his work to this storage area.

He slapped the button on his wall to unlock the front door and opened it with a smile.

"Hey Lucy, sorry I've been so busy with this room I'm putting together. Everything alright?"

His silver-blue eyes took in her body language, and if it was possible for a vampire to look pensive and upset, he'd say she had managed it.
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When the door opened, the Brujah merely stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of them so that she could, with a small jump, wrap her arms around his shoulders and bury her face against the corner of his neck.
The gesture wasn't demanding, though it was definitively needy as she clung to him, holding onto him tightly without letting her strength make it painful.

"Please lie to me..." the Swede said quietly, eyes closed she drew her breath to take in his scent, not caring one bit that he smelled of sweat and concrete dust. He smelled alive... that's all she wanted and needed from it. "Tell me I'm not a monster for looking after myself..." because that was what she was doing. Her desire, her need, to be allowed to stay meant that she was willing to bend enough to keep that right.
To be honest? A small part of her worried he'd despite her for it.

She'd started making friends, she wasn't willing or wanting to give that up. Though what she was told to do in order to keep it? It made her stomach turn.

Stupid humanity...
Stupid conscience...

"Please..?" the Brujah repeated, one hand tangling in his hair and closing into a small fist.
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One thick arm wrapped around her, the instinct to catch what was thrown at him at work. His other hand shut the door and triggered the lock, he had a feeling that were going to need privacy for this. Then he lifted her in his arms, turned her and cradled her to his chest like a tiny child, his voice a deep soothing rumble.

"Monsters are so rarely worried that they're monsters Lucy. The fact that you worry means you're not."

He dropped his voice low, soft and deep as a pillow made of midnight. Trying to stroke her anxiety with it. He knew she loved his voice so he'd try and use it to comfort her. Turning he started walking back into the place and upstairs, to the living area. If she was this upset he didn't want her surrounded by tools and machines, but given her comforts, the fallacy of Life that she only partially belonged with.

"What's wrong?"

He felt a protective twitch travel through his system that surprised him. He did care for her, at the very least as a friend. But seeing her this distraught brought the dark voice yammering away in the back of his head, urging him to destroy whatever it was that caused her this pain. He ground the voice down, locking it away as something that wouldn't help her.
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It was soothing, that deep rumble of his voice, the strength of his arms and the warmth of someone whose heart still beat. Funny how she was still trying to cling to those things that let her feel a little human. And heh, funny how she felt a tinge of guilt laying everything on him like this simply because of her own selfish need of reassurance. But, everyone needed that once in a while right? Just another friendly voice to tell them they weren't as bad as they might feel they were. It was what friends did, wasn't it? Maybe...

"I'm..." the hand in his hair flexed gently, the worry that he would get angry with her still there, gnawing at her gut. "I've been ordered to provide tattoo services for the Kindred of the city... basically... if they want their Ghouls marked, I..." okay, deep breath and hope his temper doesn't flare. "I'll mark them..." and yes, she knew exactly how that sounded because while the Prince had given it rather flowery title, the truth of it was that she'd be little more than a slave brander.

"I don't want to get kicked out" she very much wanted to stay and the way her arms tightened around him a little was testimony to that. "I don't want to leave London.."
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"I hospitalized 37 people while in Prison, to the point where some would never walk or function as men again. All to keep myself intact. Doing what you have to do isn't monstrous, it's just pragmatic."

The large man walks down the hall and plops them both in the heavy chair they had shared when they watched movies.

"I could see it from a practical standpoint. Clear up misunderstandings like the one I went through with that Margo girl. Not that I want to be branded like cattle. But you did say that some vampires treat ghouls like little more than property. So I suppose it makes sense that the Prince would want papers of ownership."

His voice was calm, soothing. He could see why it upset her, though he himself was of a very practical view on the matter. He stroked her back softly.

"And it isn't like you volunteered. I disliked paying rent, but had to do it to keep my house. It isn't your fault you got selected for the job. You just happened to have the right skills."


Toran certainly didn't judge her for being tasked with such a job. Nor did he find it too offensive. Annoying, yes. A bit insulting, certainly. But... people often marked their property and the blood bond made ghouls very strong property indeed. He didn't have to see eye to eye with the person whose idea it was to acknowledge that it makes sense. If you eliminate the human factor.
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Gently, the girl moved so that she could straddle his lap, evening the height difference between them enough for her to look up at him with those strange purple eyes the contacts gave her. A small smile gracing her lips as she looked at him.
"Why are you handling it so much easier than me?" Lucy asked with a small chuckle, though the question was still a half serious one as he belonged on the side who would carry the marks should his domitor so wish it.

Not that she pictured Sawyer the type to want such a thing though. And thank God for that, for while he belonged to someone else, she still found the prospect of marking him as if a slave rather gut wrenching.

"Thank you" because whether or not she was able to agree with him didn't matter. She just needed the reassurance, regardless of it being true or not.

Lucy touched a light kiss to his lips and rested her forehead against his.
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The big man regarded her with his silver-blue eyes and smiled, giving her a kiss on the nose.

"I find taking things as they come reduces stress. Besides, if it can't be changed, it must be endured, right?"

He smiled at her again and slipped his arms around her waist, content to just hold her since she was so clearly distressed. He leaned back in the chair and chuckled softly.

"This world is full of stuff you can't change and just have to endure. I decided to take it as it came a long time ago."


He regarded her calmly, a slight look of tenderness on his face. He wished he wasn't so bad at comforting and talking, he'd always just been better with machines than people.
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Maybe he was better at it than he thought. Because the Swede did slowly relax there she leaned against him. The worry that had been tinting her eyes slowly fadin to be replaced with a relieved smile.
It didn't make things alright. But it was better than the alternative. Which was him getting as angry with her as she'd gotten with herself.

"You apply that philosophy to all things?" Lucy asked with a smile, head tilted lightly to the side as she looked at him.

Sawyer had asked if the next blood Toran needed come from her... She wasn't quite sure how to being it up. Wasn't entirely sure what she thought about it either.
The blood changed things. Though just one step wasn't that bad was it? It would give them both time to figure things out. And maybe... Find a balance.
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"Except for life and death... yeah, for the most part. But when death is on the line I get a bit less mellow on the subjects."

He shrugged and smiled slightly.

"I guess some people don't get how someone might want to do anything to stay alive. Maybe they're content to just fade out when their time is up, but I'm not the type."

He stroked her back softly, watching her with his silver-blue eyes.

"Then again, I'm a pretty practical guy, and don't put too much stock in things having to stay the way they are just because it's the comfortable thing. I've never been too scared of change."
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Well, there was change and then there was change. And while there was a lot she was willing to do in order to save her life, as was obvious given her current state of existence, there were some lines she wouldn't have crossed. Not even now. But that was besides the point. Way way besides the point.

"Toran..." well, get it done and over with, mulling over it did no good. And considering she was already there because he was the first person she'd thought of turning to, well, no point postponing it. Because it wouldn't make it any easier or less awkward.

"Do you trust me?" Lucy smiled. "Stupid ass question considering what I am, I know, but..." just, a deep breath.. "I talked with Sawyer, and he suggested, to give both you some time to figure things out, that if acceptable.. you take your next drink from me.. postponing the three step bond" although she could understand him not wanting that.

"I don't want to force anything though, and I don't want things to get awkward between us because heh, I like you" she gave a small shrug of her shoulders, biting her lip pensively.
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"You're concerned that if I take a drink from you there won't be any way to tell if our friendship is based on real feelings or the supernatural connection forged by the blood, right?"

He regarded her with silver-blue eyes. More and more he was wondering who was truly the monster, these vampires, or himself. They struggled so much accepting the truths of their existence and he didn't worry about them, just took them as they were presented and accepted them into the framework of the new work he was being inducted into. Perhaps it was just, that as a professional criminal he hadn't had any illusions about being a parasite on humanity, and they seemed to have had lives different from his own.

"It is what it is. If it worries you, I have some blood left by Mac. Enough for three months if I'm careful. You won't need to worry about any false emotions for that time period. If Sawyer doesn't want me around until he's more sure of me. I can deal with it. Fortunately I'm a bit of a home body right?"

It was his intellect that kept him from calling Sawyer and yelling. Of cursing from the sense of rejection that the news inspired in him. But He'd generally been good about holding himself self-contained. So he wasn't going to show just how insulting the news that Sawyer didn't want to strengthen their bond was to him.
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"The third step is a big deal. It'll change things in ways that's hard to explain, but, that's why he wants to give you a little more time, to think things through. Because once you take that third drink you're..." his, heart, mind and body. " We might lose this. Whatever this is.." the girl in his lap smiled gently, her hands resting on his chest.

"One step isn't necessarily that big a deal, at least you'd know where the blood's from. But like I said, your choice, I won't force it" she meant that and she would stick to it. "Though I'll admit to being selfish... If you weren't his..." well, she didn't say it, but it was obvious enough though wasn't it? If he didn't already belong to someone else, she would've liked him to be hers.

"Anyway... I'm being a real headache tonight, aren't I? I just didn't know who else to go to, yours was the first name I thought of. And then the whole talk about blood and urg..." Lucy groaned and rested her forehead against his chest. "I'm such a shit vampire I dunno if I ought to laugh or cry" though she did end up settling for a chuckle.
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The large man chuckles softly and holds her tight, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'd gladly take a drink from you to sustain me Lucy. Yes, a part of me feels like a jilted prom date, but I'm fairly certain that is the bond talking, as Sawyer's breasts are not nearly as nice as yours. As for being a shit vampire..."

He shrugs and laughs.

"From what I've seen, vampires are just people. Perhaps certain aspects of their minds are amplified when the embrace comes, and their bodies change, but they are still much of what they once were. Perhaps that's why Sawyer is distrustful of my acceptance of this kind of life. Because I've been a social predator for over a decade. I work for thieves, crooks, gangsters. I have no illusions that the money they pay me with was stolen from others. I've made my peace with there being predators and prey in this world. Even if I'm not being vicious about it."

His silver-blue eyes regard her frankly and he smiles.

"So yes, I will feed from you if you desire it. I just hope it doesn't turn out that I'm too hard a man for you, as I seem to be for Sawyer."
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The breast comment was enough to make her laugh for real as she looked up at him again.
"They are petty nice, aren't they?" Lucy chuckled, the sound fading softly but the smile that was left behind continuing to linger. "You're not too hard a man for me, Toran. But please, it has to be your choice. I won't be insulted if you just rather not" the Brujah could understand it if he prefer not to risk messing things up though. Hopefully, hopefully... No matter the choice. They would still have whatever form of weird friendship they currently shared. Booty call, friends, whatever, she liked it and she wanted to keep it.

The Swede leaned in, slightly cool lips finding his in a kiss that was warmer than her skin was by far. A soft hand cupping his cheek as a light arch of her back accompanied a deepening of the kiss with a quiet murmur.

And because she couldn't help herself, the whispered comment came with a grin against his lips.
"I like you hard..."
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Toran released a deep chuckle, his silver-blue eyes gleaming.

"Then my choice is yes Lucy. I choose to grow closer to you. If you consider the blood bond a violation, I'll give you a cliche in response... you can't rape the willing. With you, I am very much that."

He returns her kiss softly, then with a bit more force, his thick arms circling tighter around her to draw her form against him more fully.

"And if you like me hard... how about you join me for a shower and help me clean up so we can get dirty?"

His smile was pure sin and devilry as he stroked her back with one large hand.

"Let's spend all night exploring each other and see what we find, alright?"

Love? Intense friendship? Lust? Addiction? Toran didn't know what to call it. He just knew he felt better when she was around. It wasn't the magical joy he felt when Sawyer was present, just the normal masculine pleasure a man feels when he's near a woman that finds him attractive and he returns the feelings.
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It was probably a good thing he wasn't aware just how much he could get her to do with that smile and that look. He no doubt felt the shiver though that rushed through her from head to toe as the Swede bit her lip and returned the smile with one of her own. A slight squirm of her hips causing her to grind lightly against him.

"I... think I'm okay with that" Lucy giggled, all too happy to just forget about things for a while and focus on more simple pleasures. Like the fact that he made her smile, made her feel at ease, made her feel alive... That last one was especially good. The warmth of his touch, the desire and want he showed her. It felt good to be wanted like that, regardless of whether or not it was fueled by the blood in his system. He still made her laugh, and that meant a lot to someone who wished very much to retain their humanity.

A light nip was given his lip as if to let him know just good of an idea she thought it was. The worry that had previously graced her features gone as if shadows struck by light.
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The big man chuckled softly and straightened, holding her tight to his torso as he walked towards the bathroom. Since he wasn't sure exactly how long he'd been working downstairs, the shower was probably overdue. Just another benefit to having a lover that didn't need to breath. She wasn't coughing at the sweaty reek he was doubtlessly emitting.

Holding her with one hand he reached into the large glass showering station and turned the water on hot. He grinned at her, sparks shining in his silver-blue eyes.

"Well, I'm going to have to set you down to strip off these nasty clothes. Not that I particularly WANT to let you go."

He thought she was a bit more relaxed, which was good. He disliked seeing her stressed. He had a feeling the bond might hit different with her than it had with Sawyer or his girl Aguirre. He hadn't told ANYONE that she forced a bond on him. He had a feeling these folks wouldn't be thrilled to find out their cute innocent Mouse was a willing slaver.
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"You get to pick me up again, right afterwards though" the much more relaxed Brujah chuckled. "And besides, these are the only clothes I brought. I'd like to keep them dry unless you want me to run off with more of your clothes" like last time. Hm, reminded her actually, she needed to get those back to him. Except maybe the tent sized hoodie. She kinda liked that one and might just keep it.

"Do me a favour though? Even though you said yes... " she nipped at his lip again. "Wait a day, maybe two. Just... for me?" and because he might want to talk to Sawyer first as well. And, because there was one more thing she really wanted before he tasted her blood, though it was something she wasn't going to tell him just yet...
She really did want the night to just, mmm, explore. To maybe get to know him better although she felt she already knew some of the most important qualities.

"Tonight, let's just be you and me and nothing else" she nipped at his lip again and smiled, a smile that was simply bright and happy. "Just us" and they could go back to reality once the sun had risen and set again.
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The big man chuckled softly and set her down, nodding his head.

"Alright, I can't say that doesn't sound good."

He stripped off his clothing quickly, he wasn't graceful enough to make a show of it, and frankly, the sweaty clothing was rank in and of itself. He was glad his hamper had a lid. Reminds me, gotta do laundry soon.

He watched her with his silver eyes even as he backed into the shoulder, releasing a cloud of steam as he opened the glass and steel door.

"Just us."
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