the bloodsuckers.

She listened to him, smiling, and nodded when he said they should get her stuff. "Yeah, I don't actually live too far from here. Do you want to come?" Isabelle asked as they made their way out of the dressing room and towards the exit of the building. When he agreed, she thanked him, and once they were out of the building, she slid on her leather jacket and guided them to her car. She slid in after unlocking it, surprised that they didn't get stopped by any fans on the way, and made her way out of the parking lot behind the venue and towards the main road. When they stopped at a stoplight, she looked over, and couldn't believe that Jamie was actually in her car, and in her life, and she wondered if she was ever going to get over how lucky she was to be able to experience all of this. The night was turning to twilight and the red light of the stoplight hit all of the curves and sharp edges of his face, and he looked so soft and handsome in this setting. Isabelle realized that she had been admiring him too long and turned her gaze back towards the road, and drove the rest of the way home with the radio playing quietly in the background. When they got to her shitty apartment building, she found a parking spot across the street and looked across the car at him sheepishly. "It's a little shitty, but it's all I can afford, so," She explained, before exiting the car, locking it once he got out. Isabelle lead him up the stairs to the second floor where her room was, unlocking it and letting him inside. "You can make yourself comfortable if you want. I have to find my suitcase. Do you want some tea?" Isabelle offered, dropping her keys and bag and sliding off her jacket near the door, looking over at him as she toed off her shoes.

He laughed, a bit breathless, at her comment. When she pulled off her shirt and then his, he pulled back a bit, completely able to see her perfectly in the dark of the closet. She looked gorgeous, as always, but even more so after he knew that he was the one that made her look ravaged like that. His hands, no longer pinning hers and not wanting to, roamed her newly uncovered skin, exposed to both her bra and knickers since she was only wearing a dress. Simon moved to grasp her bum, and then he quickly picked her up, giving her yet another kiss before lowering them both down to the ground. He laid her out, following her down and covering her chest with his, reconnecting their lips. "Can I have you?" He asked quietly, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes.

She listened to him, smiling, and nodded when he said they should get her stuff. "Yeah, I don't actually live too far from here. Do you want to come?" Isabelle asked as they made their way out of the dressing room and towards the exit of the building. When he agreed, she thanked him, and once they were out of the building, she slid on her leather jacket and guided them to her car. She slid in after unlocking it, surprised that they didn't get stopped by any fans on the way, and made her way out of the parking lot behind the venue and towards the main road. When they stopped at a stoplight, she looked over, and couldn't believe that Jamie was actually in her car, and in her life, and she wondered if she was ever going to get over how lucky she was to be able to experience all of this. The night was turning to twilight and the red light of the stoplight hit all of the curves and sharp edges of his face, and he looked so soft and handsome in this setting. Isabelle realized that she had been admiring him too long and turned her gaze back towards the road, and drove the rest of the way home with the radio playing quietly in the background. When they got to her shitty apartment building, she found a parking spot across the street and looked across the car at him sheepishly. "It's a little shitty, but it's all I can afford, so," She explained, before exiting the car, locking it once he got out. Isabelle lead him up the stairs to the second floor where her room was, unlocking it and letting him inside. "You can make yourself comfortable if you want. I have to find my suitcase. Do you want some tea?" Isabelle offered, dropping her keys and bag and sliding off her jacket near the door, looking over at him as she toed off her shoes.

He laughed, a bit breathless, at her comment. When she pulled off her shirt and then his, he pulled back a bit, completely able to see her perfectly in the dark of the closet. She looked gorgeous, as always, but even more so after he knew that he was the one that made her look ravaged like that. His hands, no longer pinning hers and not wanting to, roamed her newly uncovered skin, exposed to both her bra and knickers since she was only wearing a dress. Simon moved to grasp her bum, and then he quickly picked her up, giving her yet another kiss before lowering them both down to the ground. He laid her out, following her down and covering her chest with his, reconnecting their lips. "Can I have you?" He asked quietly, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes.

Jamie Isabelle lead him to her car, settling himself in. As she drove, Jamie would sneak little glances at the girl, a small smile on his lips. She was gorgeous. She would probably be even prettier as a vampire. But Jamie couldn't do that to her, make her stay that way forever. It was inhumane. Besides, it wasn't like she was really going to stay after the tour, right? Isabelle might end up hating them for some reason. Even if she didn't, the band would "break up" due to personal issues in a decade or so, move to some different country probably, and then do something new for a while until their non-aging selves began to be noticeable and then do it all over again. It was a never ending cycle he couldn't force her into. At her place, Jamie walked with her inside, shaking his head when she declared her apartment shitty. "It's cozy," he told her with a smile, looking to her. He shook his head again, telling her 'no thanks' politely when she asked if he had wanted tea. "Take your time packing, love, the bus won't leave without us," Jamie said gently.

Roselyn had a little bit of a hard time catching her breath when they finished, laying there on the floor of some closet they somehow managed to fit comfortably in. "Always knew you'd be good in a closet," she murmured, after finally catching her breath. She could feel the harsh burn in her throat. The sex had exhausted her, but at the same time just made her thirstier. Roselyn's tongue slipped out to wet her lips as her nails drew random patterns on his skin.

She hummed when he said that she had time, moving past the kitchen since they didn't want any tea, and moving to her bedroom. Isabelle found her suitcase easily and began packing, starting with clothing before going to her bathroom and packing everything she needed from there. When she was finished, she moved her suitcase out to the living room where she found Jamie on the couch. "I think I'm all set," Isabelle said, leaving the suitcase by the door as she went around and made sure everything was shut off and unplugged, before slipping her leather jacket back on as well as her shoes. "Is there someone that can pick us up? I'd drive my car but I don't want to leave it somewhere random," Isabelle said, turning around when she finished putting on her shoes and meeting his eyes.

Simon laughed at her comment, rolling off of her and managing to find their clothing, slipping his own back on as he found them and throwing hers at her. He felt his throat becoming raw, burning at the fact that he hadn't eaten in hours. "C'mon love, I think it's time for a little dinner," He said, offering a hand to help her up after she had become dressed, bringing her to stand on her feet. Simon gave her a quick peck on the lips, grinning, before turning towards the door with his hand still in hers. He paused for a moment, listening for anyone coming, and when there was nothing, he stepped out and pulled Roselyn with him. "Probably would be best to go out back and grab someone," He murmured, thinking aloud, and led her towards a back entrance.