Close Your Eyes || Closed

@ salander.
Vlad stood across the room from Calliope as she went on and on to him. His face expressionless, he wasn't sure what to think right now, what to feel. He just watched her, an unamused eyebrow lifted as he watched her. He couldn't help but chuckle at how tightly she gripped her stake. He wasn't going to fight, but he knew damn well he could take her if he needed. He hadn't survived this long without winning a few fights. "My children were told to leave you be, only to be careful and to leave you alone under my direct orders. Some of them just choose not to listen. That's not my fault, my dear Calliope." He said and shrugged. There was a ringing in his ears from the fight and the adrenaline that continued to course his body. He knew from almost any other person, any other hunter, insulting him and his kind like she had, he would have torn them apart. But right now it felt like he had been torn apart. He sighed heavily and looked back at Calliope, his eyes seemed dull and he felt defeated.

Vladimir waved her off as she said she would give him a choice and as she walked out the door. "Fuck!" He mumbled angrily. He wasn't leaving, he'd made that decision before she gave him the choice. Vlad could handle himself, but he didn't think she would kill him. He walked to the small fridge of alcohol, grabbing a glass with ice, then pouring it full with whiskey. He carried the glass and the bottle over to the couch that sat in front of the television. Setting the bottle besides him, he turned the television on to a news channel, and began to drink as he waited. Vlad knew it would take Calliope a few minutes at least. That meant a few minutes for him to ponder what the fuck he was going to do.

Vlad sighed again as he finished his first glass, and hid his head in his hands as he muttered obscenities to himself. "Can't believe I fucking did that, fucking bullshit. Fucking ruined." He went on and on to himself about this, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he tried to keep himself somewhat composed before she returned. His chest heaved up and down and he shook ever so slightly. Vladimir threw the glass he had across the room as hard as he could, it decimating on impact with the hard wall. From there he just drank straight out of the bottle. He leaned back into the couch and his eyes seemed to glaze over as he zoned out. His face was expressionless, eyes were dull, and he had no reaction whatever.

Vlad didn't even notice as a tear rolled down his cheek. He held the whisky bottle in his lap and just shook his head sighing. This was it. Something was going to happen, he knew it, she knew it, but Vlad wasn't in control anymore. But he didn't seem to care. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. And he just hoped he wouldn't have to go after Calliope. He had truly begun to feel for her, and he knew he couldn't hurt her. He just wondered if she could hurt him.

(So sorry it's short again I'm on my phone <3)

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope exhaled a lungful of smoke into the night, eyes slipping shut for a moment as her mind was swept away in a whirlwind of thoughts. It Vlad wanted the perfect time to kill her, it would be now because she was terribly distracted. She pulled the cap of the bottle off and took a large swig of bourbon, trying to decide on what she was going to do.

On one hand, her hunter’s instincts were on overdrive. All that part of her knew how to do was to kill, fight, and act. Vlad was a vampire, it should have been fairly easy for her decide that she should outright kill him and sweep his ashes up with the blonde bitch who was the reason for her face to be throbbing the way it was. However, and Calliope didn’t know how much sway this part of her held—that thought alone was petrifying, there was a small part of her that remembered how much she’d enjoyed his company up until that point. She’d forgotten what she was, what she did, and really felt like she shared a connection with Vlad that she hadn’t gotten from another being since she was child. He made her feel like a human being herself, made her feel normal for a while and not like this mindless killing machine. Would two days rectify ruining her career? What else would she do outside of hunting if word got out she let him live?

She smoked down the cigarette fast, and by the time she reached the end of it, she’d also drank about a fourth of the bottle of bourbon. As she snuffed the cigarette out and stood, she still hadn’t made her decision and her hands were trembling. Calliope placed the glass of ice to the side, grabbed her stake, and made her way back inside. When she pulled open the door, she heard the low lull of a TV and she glanced over to Vlad. She saw a mark of impact and liquid dripping down the wall and she figured he’d thrown a glass: she’d been so caught up in her own mind that she didn’t even hear it.

Drawing in a deep breath of air, she slowly and carefully made her way to him, clutching the stake in her hand like it was her last lifeline. Once she rounded the couch, she quickly strode over to the TV and shut it off. She turned to look at him, once perfectly quaffed hair a mess, red lipstick and blood smeared around her mouth and nose, and her dress wrinkled from her scuffle. She looked down at him and saw just how torn he looked and it gave her a sense of ease that he appeared to be having the same thoughts she was. Calliope stood there for a moment, taking in slow, deep breaths of air her mind finally came to its conclusion.

“God damnit, Vlad, what have you done to me?” She murmured, fingers relaxing and stake dropping to the ground beside her as she closed her eyes and her head fell forward a bit. Her hands were still trembling at her sides and she shook her head a bit, mouth tense.Her eyes flicked back over to him and she crossed the space to him in a few, long strides. In a flash, her hand had wrapped around his chin and she forced his gaze to her.

“If I let you live, there are some stipulations that must be placed, you understand. If any more of your children come after me, it’s over,” she started, her gaze piercing and mind screaming at her for what she was doing. “If I think the government catches even so much of an inkling of an idea that I’ve let you live and they know you're a vampire, it’s over.” She paused for a moment, eyes slipping between both of his as she stood in front of him. “And if you try to kill me, I’ll kill you first, don’t doubt that. And I don’t need protecting either,” she told him, jaw clenching for a moment before she drew in a deep breath of air. “If word gets out that I’ve done this, I could be ruined. Do you understand me?” It was clear she was scared, frightened by what she was doing and how much sway it seemed Vlad had over her. She didn’t like it, but she didn’t know what other option to do. Unless she was defending herself, she just didn’t think she had it in her to kill him.

[That's okay. It wasn't crazy short, we'd just let our other posts get really long. It's all good. ]

@ salander.
(I try to match what is given to me because I feel it's only fair ☺️)

Vladimir sighed heavily as he heard Calliope begin her journey back inside. He knew this was the moment of truth, but he also knew in the back of his mind that she wouldn't kill him. He straightened his back and sat up when Calliope was in front of him, his eyes were on her face before looking down at the stake in her hand, relaxing when she dropped it. "God damn it Vlad?" He repeated and looked up at her. He was still nearly eye level with Calliope, even though he was sitting, because of his huge stature. "I should say the same thing to you, my dear Calliope. I literally killed someone I had promised to protect, mainly because I was pissed she disobeyed me, but add the fact that she insulted you, well that just made it worse." His accent was heavier than it usually was, and he took a few deep breaths. "It's not like I asked to be a vampire you know." He said and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes drifters down to his own body. His child had gotten quite a few good shots in at him. His suit had holes and blood stains on it, and the skin around his neck was a faint blue and black.

When Calliope grabbed his chin he immediately tensed up, but at her words he calmed, even if only slightly. "Trust me, the little shits won't come after you again." He said and shook his head free from her grasp, disliking the feeling, and knowing his she must have felt when he did it. "If I wanted to kill you I would have done it by now. I'm much older than I look, I do know a thing or two about my own survival. But here I am putting my life on the line for." He paused and waved his hand at her. "For some gorgeous girl I can't help but wonder how she got me like this." He said shaking his head. "Could be? My dear Calliope, we both know you would be ruined. This is blasphemy, on both ends. My children? They'd kill me. I might have a few centuries on most. But gangs of young vampires are dangerous, even my wit couldn't save me there, and I don't think that would be a pleasurable death for me. At least hunter usually just bam done, no vampires know exactly how to hurt one another." Vlad swallowed hard before he closed his eyes and sighed. "So I guess we won't be going public about whatever this is." He asked teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Vladimir stood up, and besides Calliope, kicking away the stake, still slightly nervous around it. "I won't insist on protecting you. But can I at least insist on helping you?" He asked softly, looking down at her as he moved a hair out of her face. "We could shower, and get rid of all the blood, and whatever else is all over us." He commented and looked down at the two of them. "I think it would help, and be very calming." Vladimir walked off towards the bathroom, yawning slightly, fighting in his true vampire form tired him out. "Afterwards we can try and pick up a bit or just go to sleep, and do that in the morning."

Vladimir stepped into the grand bathroom, and looked around for a moment, he reached in and turned on the shower, allowing it to run hot, but not hot enough to hurt. He undressed, scowling at the fact his favorite suit was ruined before tossing it all into a pile, and then looking st the wounds he had. For the most part they weren't much, just scratches or bites, one gash on his lower abdomen still bled and it looked as if a chunk of him had literally been ripped out. He sighed and chuckled to himself as he stepped into the shower, watching the clear water turn a deep red from the blood on his body, mixed with the ashes left on him. He waited for Calliope to join him. Vladimir knew that the Russian government wasn't stupid, and they would expect results, and proof. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes as the thought crossed his mind. Could he really give away some of his children to keep this girl around, he opened his eyes and looked over at Calliope in the penthouse, and his mind was made up, he certainly would.

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope gave Vlad a stolid look when he mentioned the fact that he was putting his neck out for her just as much as she was for him. “You’ve got a few lifetimes to recover from it, if this were to become common knowledge. I’ve only got one,” she told him bluntly, eyes slipping between his as she shook her head slowly. When he mentioned the fact that he didn’t ask to be a vampire, her gaze dropped the floor for a moment. She wondered how many vampires out there truly asked to become bloodsucking fiends. Chances were, there probably weren’t too many.

When Vlad shook his chin from her grasp, she gave him a wary look, as if she expected him to strike out at her at any moment. A snort left her as Vlad mentioned killing her already and she closed her eyes for a brief moment, shaking her head slowly. “And I’m a lot stronger and faster than I look. Your child caught me off guard. To be honest, vampires were the furthest thing from my mind when we got back from dinner,” she told him before swallowing hard, giving his appearance a once-over and noting just how disheveled he was. A wry smile curled her lips at his comment about “going public”. “I don’t even know what we are to go public about,” she told him softly. “I’m extremely confused right now. Faking it comes naturally to me to get what I want and to trick people. This feels very much…real.”

Her eyes flashed a bit when he stood, eyes following him closely as he stopped just beside her and looked down at her. “If thats what you want to do, I can’t stop you. I can’t say I’ll appreciate the gesture though,” she told him honestly. “I’m a hard person, Vlad. People don’t normally willingly put themselves in danger for me.” When he spoke of getting a shower and cleaning off, she couldn’t help but to think about how relaxing it would be, how much it would help her unwind. She nodded quietly and followed him into the bedroom, but stopped to properly put away her clothes and jewelry. Carefully, she unclasped the necklace she wore and placed in a jewelry box, along with her earrings and ring. The next thing that came off was her dress, which came off easily and she draped over the arm of a chair in the room. With a sigh at the cold air that pressed against her skin, she leaned over and unbuckled both of her shoes, kicking them to the side.

She wrapped her arms around her midsection as she made her way to the bathroom, glancing over to the pile of Vlad’s clothes before her eyes met him in the standing, glass doored shower. The room was humid and steamy from the hot water and it eased Calliope into relaxing even more. She stepped over to the bathroom and pulled open the door, quickly getting in to not let the warm air in the shower out. When she turned to look at Vlad, her eyes met the swirl of grey and dark red as it went down the drain. Her eyes lifted slowly up his frame, partially to make sure he was ok, but really just to enjoy the view. Clearing her throat, she nudged him out of the spray of water briefly to rinse herself off. She stepped face first into the spray of water, closing her eyes as she dampened her hair and let the water wash away the blood and makeup from her face.

When all the makeup and blood was gone, Calliope was left looking younger than ever, albeit a little tired. There was a faint band of freckles than ran from cheekbone to cheekbone and over the top of her nose. Without lipstick, the split on both her upper and lower lip looked terrible, still bleeding slightly. The top of her cheekbone was red and angry, swelling just a bit from the impact with the piano. Once her hair was completely soaked and her body slick with water, she stepped out of the spray to allow Vladimir another turn under it. Turning away from him, she stared at their reflection in the large mirror that nearly spanned the opposite wall from them. “I’m going to be honest with you, Vlad,” she started softly, “I’m absolutely terrified of the way I’m feeling.” She tore her eyes from their reflections and looked over her shoulder to him, eyes slipping over him once more. “Don’t make me regret it,” she said, softer still with a voice thick with vulnerability and apprehension.

@ salander.
Vladimir stepped aside in the shower to allow Calliope in, then back again when she motioned for him to do she could have the water. He looked down at his side and poked the gash before wincing. "I'm not entirely sure what to do about this." He commented and looked down at a Calliope, he put one hand on her hip and stepped closer to her. His eyes had seemed to calm down, they weren't icy, just a soft blue and he gave her a weak smile. "My des calliope, you look like a mess. But I just add you're a hot mess." He teased and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked before he reached over her and grabbed the bottle of shampoo pouring about into his hands he put the bottle back. Vladimir worked it into his dirty brown hair, scrubbing for a whiles, knowing he was sure to have a mess in his hair, he let the foam build until there was no way it could have been anymore sudsy. He skipped by her and hid his head beneath the spray, until the soap was washed down the drain, and his hair was back to its normal dark brown.

Vladimir turned to face Calliope when she spoke again. A small breath of air left him when she spoke. "And I will be honest with you my dear Calliope... I am too." He said and reached out to take her hand in his, he gave it a gentle squeeze. "Everyone I have ever cared about has been killed, human or not. It's led to a century and a half of being alone. I live in a huge Victorian age house by myself. And my cat, but. I'm terrified because I don't want this to become another lost.. cause." He said and lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. "I don't know what I'm feeling, but you make me feel alive, and that's saying something." He joked. Vladimir's features were very dull and tired, as if he'd actually aged, but his expression was light as he tried to make her feel better.

"I am a bit glad that, that it's just out there now because I don't have to worry about telling you." Vladimir said as he grabbed the body wash and began to rub it all over his body, trying to scrub away the dirt and ash and blood that was encasing his body. "I'm sure you know, but the Russian government isn't a kind one. They will want results and proof, and I am not letting the government come after you. When you would like I can." He paused and swallowed hard, turning his back to Calliope he bit his lip and sighed, swallowing again. "I'll show you how to find a few of the idiots I don't watch after." He said and turned around, his look like a sad puppy as he avoided her gaze.

When Vladimir was satisfied with how clean he was. He stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. Wrapping the towel around his waist he walked into the living area again, picking up the bottle of golden whiskey and began to drink from it again. Vladimir yawned again and looked at the time, nearly three am. He shook his head and chuckled. He headed into the bathroom and held out the bottle to Calliope. "Want some?" He asked. Calliope had done a number on him already, he knew it. But he was throwing caution to the wind, and he didn't care. Right now all he wanted was to take this girl in his arms and go to bed with her, and start a new adventure tomorrow. Or at least the healing process.

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope smoothed her hair back from her face, turning to glance over at Vladimir as he mentioned the gash at his side. She took a cursory look at it, a furrow forming on her brow and a frown pulling slightly at her lips. “I can stitch that up for you once we get out of the shower,” she told him softly. She rubbed a hand over her face, wincing as she hit some of the more tender parts before glancing up at Vlad as his hand found her waist and he stepped closer to her. Her eyes shut as he leaned in to press his lips to her forehead. “I was intending on keeping up the facade that I was this glamorous woman who liked having sex in a full face of makeup, priceless jewels and heels on, but…no, thank you. I think I got off rather easy compared to your battle wounds.”

Once Vlad was done washing his hair, she grabbed the shampoo to follow suit, working the suds through her long, dark brown hair. As she was just about to rinse her hair out, he grabbed her hand and had her pausing. She looked up at him earnestly, eyes locked on his as he spoke about the loss of life he’d felt over his long years. A soft, humorless laugh left her as he kissed the back of her hand and she looked away. “I hate to break it to you, but hunters have pretty quick expiration dates in comparison to most,” she told him grimly. “Most of us don’t make it past forty.” She paused briefly before looking up at him with a wry grin. “I don’t think you’d like me if I got old anyway. Why deal with a woman who's body has had gravity and age affect it when you’ve got the body of a god or something?”

Her expression changed slightly why he stated that she made him feel alive. Honestly, he made her feel the same. Even if she wasn’t a vampire, he made her feel like she had prospects outside of killing vampires and always watching her back. She said naught a word as she ducked back under the water to rinse out her hair and immediately put a bit of conditioner at the ends of it. She paused for a moment as he spoke of the Russian government and how they’d be relentless unless they got results from her. “No,” she told him sharply in response to him stating he’d find vampires. “I don’t want to give any of your kind in the city a reason to come after you any more than we already have.” She shook her head slowly, locking eyes with him and giving him a stern look. “If I find them, I’ll take care of them.” She paused for a moment, dropping her gaze and looking away. “It’s my job, Vlad. You’re the only exception. If you don’t like it…” She didn’t finish that train of thought, merely humming softly instead and shaking her head as she grabbed a bit of body wash and washed her body off as well.

Her eyes followed him as he left the shower, scrubbing her skin as he left the room. Ducking under the water one last time, she rinsed both her hair out and her body off and felt the last bit of tension leaving her body. It felt nice just to relax a bit. She hadn’t done it in so long. Maybe coming to an arraignment with Vlad was a good thing. Cutting the water off, she towel dried her body and tied her hair up into a wet, messy bun on the top of her head. As Vlad entered the bathroom. she was tying a silk robe around her waist that was a turquoise color and looked to be Japanese in origin. A crooked grin curled her lips at the offer of alcohol and she took the bottle from him. She tipped it back and took a few hearty gulps from it and swallowed it without wincing.

“Let’s get you patched up,” she told him, grabbing her first aid kit from under the sink and taking his hand in hers. She lead him from the bathroom and over to the bed, gently pushing him so that he sat on the edge of the bed. She knelt beside him on the floor and pulled open the kit, tugging on a pair of latex gloves as she grabbed a few antiseptic wipes, a surgical needle, and some suture thread. “This isn’t going to be pleasant, but I’m guess you vampires have a higher threshold for pain than us miserable humans,” she told him with a wry grin as she tore open a antiseptic wipe package and gently began to clean the skin around the wound before gently dabbing the wipe on the wound itself. She set the wipe aside and grabbed the needle and thread. She glanced up at him for a moment before getting to work. Calliope made fast work of stitching him up, obviously being practiced one playing the healer to herself many times. Soon enough, she was tying off the last thread and cutting the end of it. As she placed the needle aside, she leaned forward and placed a tender, soft kiss just above the cut before looking up at him and asking, with a small smile, “Better?”

@ salander.
Vlad shrugged with a grin. "Fourty years? That's nothing I have to admit." He teased her, his grin matching her own before he rolled his eyes.
"Any ideas as to how old I actually am? Or how old I was when I turned." He asked, genuinely curious as to her extent of knowledge of his kind. He himself had to learn a lot over the years. He knew children almost always matured into adults and then stopped aging, he knew that there were ways vampires could bite humans without turning them, though that was a secret kept well between vampire because their bites were so feared. He also knew just how damn boring living forever could be like. But it brought great knowledge, learning everything about technology and becoming advanced just as it was, it was enjoyable. Vladimir was caught up in his mind thinking about the years when he snapped back into it and his eyes lay upon Calliope again.

Vladimir watched Calliope and sighed softly. "My dear Calliope, I can handle myself, or you know the whole pack up and move thing considering the vast amounts of wealth I have just lying around to be used up. I'd feel like a jerk, but I'd do it and be your jerk." He said and shrugged. "If you don't want my help that's fine, I'll just sit back and look pretty while I wait for you to get home. And hope you haven't killed anyone I actually liked. Though that list is small. I don't plan on stopping You entirely from doing your job as long as you don't stop me from, the whole staying alive by drinking blood thing." He offered with another yawn. "For a being that doesn't need sleep, I'm damn exhausted after that mess of, feelings and fighting." As Calliope was washing her body he allowed his eyes to wander up and down, licking his lips slightly. Her body was gorgeous in his eyes, regardless of the scars that littered it,he thought they added to her beauty, and he gave her a devilish grin when she turned about again.

"A woman who can handle her booze, I love it." He barked out and took the bottle back so he could drink from it, walking towards the bed and sitting where she instructed. Vladimir felt somewhat awkward as Calliope was patching him up, chuckling at the ironicness of this. This truly was the opposite of what she should have been doing to him. And same for he. But the two were crazy and this is how they ended up. "Only some of you are miserable. Mainly the ones who are assholes to the others for no reason based on dumb things like skin color. After all these damn years it's the same thing, can't you get over it? From what I've seen in our community we get over that kinda stuff fast, mainly to save our own asses at times. But we do. Though the ones like you, are not miserable." He purred and leaned down to kiss her head again. Vladimir avoided truly kissing her, unsure because of the split lip and how much he should avoid it. "Yes, it is. Thank you." He said softly, as he got up and made his way over to his pile of clothes. He pulled on the boxers he had worn and made his way back over to Calliope and the bed, climbing onto it and he looked over at her. "We can take care of the mess tomorrow, you look beat, let's rest." He murmured and opened his arms generously to Calliope. When she was finally in bed with him he looked down at her, resting his head upon hers and holding her close. "Did you ever like think of what it is like on the other side? Like as a vampire? Or what it's like to be one or what we can do? Things you don't know about us?" He asked easing an eyebrow. "I always wondered about hunters, I've only had s few encounter with them. But I always wondered."

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope gave Vlad a look when he teased, mouth pulling to one corner as she let out a heavy sigh. “Yes, I suppose the frailty of human life is quite humorous to a vampire. We are so very prone to dying,” she quipped, with a joking twinkle in her eye. Death didn’t really scare her. It would pin ever human down at some point and she knew she’d probably face death sooner than most humans would. “Well…you’re a great deal more chivalrous than most men in this day and age. So, I’d say you’re at least more than a hundred. I’m betting your less than three-hundred and more than two,” she said with a slight shrug of her shoulders. She studied him for a few moments, head tilted curiously to the side. “I’d say you were turned…at twenty-five, maybe twenty-eight.” It felt odd discussing this with a vampire. She’d never really talked to many for this long and now that she had one she was going to keep alive, maybe she’d get some questions answered.

She shook her head a bit as he spoke about just up and moving, a frown twisting her features once more. “You shouldn’t have to do that. I’m just some girl who’s momentarily fucked up your life. I’d hate for you to have to up and leave on account of me.” She flattened a hand over her hair and paused for a moment when Vlad mentioned her not stopping him drinking blood. “You don’t necessarily have to kill when you feed, right? I mean, I know some humans out there deserve death, but…they’re not all bad,” she told him, eyes locked on his for a moment. “Maybe if I stick around long enough and you play your cards right, I’ll offer myself up as a donor,” she said, only half jokingly. There was a part of her that was curious as to what a vampire bite felt like, what it felt like to have blood sucked from an open vein. “Sometimes booze is my only friend, Vlad, and the only thing that’ll help me get some sleep at night,” she told him honestly, licking her lips to clear them of whiskey.

She took her gloves off and picked up the rest of her first aid kit, brow furrowing slightly as he spoke. “Of course, hatred like that is bound to make someone miserable. When you’re more concerned about what other people are doing or thinking instead of worrying about yourself, there’s no other way to be but a miserable asshole,” she said with a small sigh. She grinned as he kissed her forehead and told her his wound felt better, eyes slipping shut again before she stood and tucked the first aid kit away in a dresser drawer and tossed the disposable items in the trash. She let out a yawn herself, muffling it behind her hand before she untied her robe and draped it over a chair beside the bed.

Calliope crawled into bed beside Vladimir, not bothering to put on any underwear or pajamas simply because she never wore anything to bed, and draped a arm over his waist. Being mindful of his wound, she traced small shapes on his ribs, tossing a long leg over one of his and pressing the rest of her body against his side. When he spoke, she let out a soft sigh. “Honestly, I wonder if what I’m doing is the right thing. If not all humans are bad, couldn’t there be a decent vampire. I wouldn’t doubt I’ve ended a few that were only just trying to put some good back into the world, just trying to survive,” she told him quietly, resting her cheekbone along his collarbone. Instead of launching into how she felt about potentially becoming a vampire or curious about what she didn’t know about them, she picked her head up to look over at Vlad, hand slipping up from his side to rest on his chest. Her eyes darted between both of his, pulling her lips between her teeth for a moment before hesitantly leaning forward and molding her lips against his. Despite the fact her lips were still bleeding slightly, she wanted to prove to him that she didn’t fear him and knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She wanted to take the steps needed to help them get back to the way things were before she’d found out he was a vampire.

@ salander.
Vladimir grinned slightly as Calliope guessed. "You're quite close actually, I'm barely three hundred years old, well, not counting the years I spent as a normal person. I think I was my twenties. I actually can't really remember. You forget like the whole week before and after being turned because the venom really fucks you up and the first week you're crazed as fuck for blood and unless the vampire who turned you takes care of you, you go on a killing spree which has usually resulted in a stake to the heart. Vampires who live out their crazed phase are success stories honestly. The newborns are nuts. But so are Young ones. Once they hit a century is when we start being somewhat intelligent beings. That's what I've noticed anyways. The man who turned me was killed by another vampire he turned a few years back." He paused and chuckled to himself. "And when I say a few years that can mean up to about forty years ago." He said and shrugged. Vladimir fell aleviated to be able to talk about this with someone. He never had really been able to because most of those he associated with were vampires and knew these things. But Calliope may not, so he was able to talk and not feel dumb for it.

He frowned when she did and sighed as he shook his head. "Fine, but I would do it for you. So you know the offer is there." Vlad watched as her expression changed and raised an eyebrow. "No, but how may people do you know willing to let a vampire feed off of them? Most don't understand that vampire have three bites, well four if you count fighting, but, feeding bites won't turn someone into a vampire. Hence the whole drain the human, plus then you don't have to worry for a week. A full grown person lasts you a whole. Taking from someone you can only get like two days with because humans kinda need their blood inside them." He teased with a flick of his tongue. "Oh now would you? You wanna be bitten by a vampire?" He inquired, rolling his eyes at her, letting out a small breath of air. "Booze is my lover and you're my side chick." Vladimir teased once more, eyes lit up from the banter. "That is the term right?" He said with a chuckle.

Vlad had his eyes closed as he lay in bed with Calliope, when she joined him he grabbed the blankets and pulled them up over the two of them, but only halfway. His arm rested around her waist, fingers tapping gently on her hip bone. He was right in his back, and just looked up at the ceiling cintently for a minute before closing his eyes again, a smile on his face. When he felt her lips on his, he was a bit surprised, but he didn't mind in the least. His lips pressed against hers eagerly, though he tried to be gentle with the wound, as he tasted the familiar metallicness of blood in his mouth. After a moment Vladimir broke the kiss and laughed quietly. "I must say I am a bit conflicted by the fact that I'm kissing you and all I taste is blood." He said, his words were light, and joking, but he meant it, it was a bit weird for him. "Not complaining, you're the best kisser I've kissed in a good century and a half."
He said pausing, to see her reaction. "Fuck, I cannot resist you." He said, his hand immediately went to her cheek, holding Calliope's face close to his as his lips meshed with hers rhythmically again.

@ BadStreetBoys
[Sorry if this is short. I'm at the airport and on my phone.]

Calliope grinned proudly at the fact she'd been able to get so close to Vlad's age, watching him closely as he spoke. "Well, you're definitely the oldest man I've even slept with," she joked, a soft laugh leaving her after she spoke. Her expression fell a bit when he continued to speak, eyes slipping over his features as she took in slow, deep breaths of air. She'd killed more newborn vampires than anything; they were wild but stupid and too confident in their newfound powers. They were easy kills and Calliope knew most of their fighting techniques. She rolled her eyes at what he considered a few years, shaking her head slowly. "Oh, I'm so glad that my entire lifespan is just a few years to you. Good to know I'm just another blip on your radar," she said sarcastically, a smirk pulling at her features.

Her expression dropped a bit as he spoke and she let out a heavy sigh. "Sorry if I'm not seeming too receptive to all of this. I don't have many people I can call friends and I've never had...what we have. I'm not used to people pushing themselves aside for my sake," she told him honestly, bottom lip finding it's way between her teeth for a moment. She watched him closely as he spoke of how there were different bites and how draining a person could last longer than just a light snack. "What's the last type of bite?" She questioned softly, eyes darting between his once more. "I know there's the feeding bite, a turning bite, and a fighting bite, but I've never heard of any other." A soft hum left her as he questioned her about being bitten and she figured she'd be honest with him about it. "I'm proud to say I've never been bitten, not in a fight and never for a meal. For curiousity's sake, I'm interested in what it feels like," she told him before shrugging her shoulders a bit. "Honestly, I'm a pretty kinky person. I may end up liking it." A quite laugh left her as he mentioned humans needing to keep their blood in them. "Pesky thing, that circulatory system. It only works if there's blood in it," she murmured jokingly. A playful gasp left her at his next comment and she let out a soft noise of disapproval. "I am no one's side chick, Vlad," she told him sternly, though her eyes were sparkling with laughter.

Calliope snuggled closer to Vlad as he pulled the blankets over them, thankful for the added warmth against the chill off the room and his body beside hers. At least she wouldn't have to worry about getting overheated in the middle of the night. When he pulled away, her eyes slipped open and she looked down at him in apprehension. She could see the blood on his lips, her blood, and she wasn't unsettled by it in the least. To think, just 24 hours ago, she would have been repulsed and lashed out had he bit her. Maybe it was because it was on her terms. "Just in this past century and a half, Vlad?" She questioned with a brilliant smile before letting out a soft laugh. She hummed softly as his lips meet hers again, just enjoying the simple slide of his lips moving against hers. She parted her lips and her tongue delved languidly into his mouth with a sigh, tasting the faint tinge of coppery blood in his mouth. Remarkably, it caused her to pull a little closer to him, letting out a quiet breathless noise against his mouth.

@ salander.
Vladimir nodded understandingly, he felt the same way, not too many people went out of their way for him, and hadn't in quite a while. He'd just been a hermit really, vladimir tried to live a life integrated into society but it got boring after a while. Everything got boring after a while when you could live forever. "Well at least you know now that you now have someone who will put things aside for you. Because that's me." He said and grinned as he nuzzled his head into her neck, letting out a content sigh. "Well I mean, you probably don't know about it because I can't think of a time where someone in your proffesion would ever receive one." He chuckled and looked into her eyes, Vladimir reached down and took her hand in his own, interlacing their fingers together. "It's like a love bite, a sex bite I guess. It causes an extreme euphoric feeling, almost if not a literal high for whoever receives it. It's used to show love and dedication amongst vampires. But sometimes vampires will give a willing human one in exchange for feeding. And sometimes the vampires who just like sex give them for a bonus to an orgasm." He said and looked at her with a crooked grin of his. "They're fucking amazing." He said and shrugged.

"Id say that's lucky, never been bitten and you're an experienced hunter." He said and grinned at her. Vladimir kissed her neck, teasingly allowing his teeth to skid across the skin of her neck before he pulled away again. Vladimir wiggles his eyebrows at her. "It could definitely make for a lot more fun in our sex life. I do like kinky. And last night wasn't even kinky." He teased and rubbed her side gently. "Now that you know you won't kill me during sex I expect to see just how dominating you really can be. I'll have to restrain myself, I'd rather not kill you while trying to make you cum." He said hoarsely, biting his lip to keep from smirking as he looked down at her. At the sound that escaped Calliope, Vladimir busted out laughing. "That was the funniest sound!" He said and covered his face with a hand as he continued to laugh. "No no you're right though, you're just mine right now. And I'm all yours!" He exclaimed and pulled her body atop his as he looked up into her eyes lovingly.

During the small break in their kiss, his eyes found hers above his, and lit up. He licked the blood from his lips just as they begun to kiss again. As their lips glided over one another he let it a small sound of pleasure. When her tongue entered his mouth his met it, and he fought for dominance over his own mouth. "Alright alright, you're the best I've ever had." He said quietly, sweetly. His lips pressed to hers before his tongue found hers again. Though he didn't want this to go all the way again. He simply wanted this. He felt it showed more than anything else. Vladimir loved to hold her close to him and his hands wandered all over her body as they kissed. "Can we just stay like this? Just lay here together. Just kiss. And talk about our lives and the world?" He asked as he broke the kiss again. His large hand caressing her cheek gently, avoiding the pained one, and looking between both her eyes.

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope felt like she could lay against Vlad in the most luxurious bed and in the priciest place in St. Petersburg forever. She was the most relaxed she'd been in years, remarkably enough, and she felt her mind slipping more and more from the worries her job presented her to merely focusing on the man in her bed. At his words, a bright smile curled her lips and a soft laugh left her as he nuzzled against the skin of her neck. "Thank you," she said simply, "I'll try to be more accepting of your generosity." When he looked at her and wound his strong, masculine fingers through her slender, feminine ones, she looked over at him in intrigue. "Oh?" was all she could manage to get out, a single brow lifting slightly and it was apparent she was hanging off his every word. "What's a girl like me got to do to earn one of those?" She murmured with a wicked grin and a twinkle in her eyes. "You'll find I'm quite cat-like, Vladimir. Especially, when it comes to curiosity. I just don't know when to stop pestering when something's caught my interest." She gave his hand a small squeeze, bringing his knuckles to her lips and brushing a soft kiss along them.

"What can I say? I'm very-" She didn't get to finish her train of thought as she felt his mouth and teeth against the thin skin of her neck. A shuddering gasp escaped her, mouth falling open as her eyes fluttered shut. When he finally pulled away, a shaky breath of air leaving her, clearly trying to calm herself down. "I'm very g-good at what I do," she managed to get out, dark eyes slipping open to look over at him. She lifted a single brow once more at his next comment, a short hum leaving her. "I don't know what you consider kinky if being tied up with a belt and being choked isn't," she told him, "but I definitely can push your boundaries, if that's what you wish. Do vampires even need to use safe words?" She let out a soft laugh at the thought before she let out a soft hum and brushed a hand down his chest, fingertips slipping over the crest of his hip bone and across his lower abdomen to the other. "Don't you worry about that. I'm tougher than your average human," she told him with a wink. Calliope tried to give Vlad her most put out look when he started laughing at her, but she was failing miserably. A soft rasp of a laugh left her as he lifted her body like it was nothing to lay on top of his. Her legs fell on either side of him as she rested her hands on his chest and her chin on his breastbone.

When he finally admitted she was the best kisser he's ever had, she kissed him for a few moments longer before pulling away and running her tongue over her lips. "And if I wasn't so damn tired out, I'd probably be sure you knew I was the best fuck you've ever had too," she told him with a wicked grin. When his mouth met hers again, another soft noise left her and she cupped his jaw in her hand. As he broke the kiss, she looked down at him with a small.smile on her features as her eyes studied the statuesque man that lay beneath her. "Maybe we can start out sharing war stories, huh? If you tell me how you got your scars, I'll tell you how I got mine." She licked her lips before adding. "I don't want to hide anything from you, so no more secrets. Ask any questions you may have about me, about being a hunter. Anything at all."

@ salander.
Vladimir hummed quietly to himself as they last together, his mind was empty. Any other night his mind would be racing. What to do next, how to stay alive, etc. but right now he was calm and thought about nothing, or thought about Calliope. He looked up and saw her smile and it brought one of his own to his lips and he shook a his head smiling. "You're so cute." He said, almost a whisper. Vlad ran his thumb very carefully over her lips as he looked st the wound. He looked at their hands together and smiled again. It was cute, funny, the contrast between them. Vladimir loved how interested she wasn't in his words. It felt like he truly had someone who cared about him now, and he knew he did. "Like you? Nothing cause I'll give you whatever you want. Because I care a lot about you." He said, honestly, Vladimir hadn't given out too many before. But with Calliope, he would in an instant, she deserved it, and he wanted to make her happy. "Oh it also relieves pain too, so sometimes its used when someone gets insanely hurt." He added and shrugged. "It's okay, I like cats, and I like you. When I like something I'm fairly easily persuaded so anything that your curiosity wants or wants to know you can surely get out of me." He said and smiled as she kissed his hand.

Bladimir had the biggest smirk on his lips as he saw just how much he had affected Calliope. That was a big play for him. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he looked up at her and snickered. "I'm sure you are, but so am I." He said with a wink as his lips met the corner of her jaw. "Well it is, but when you can live forever anything can get boring after a while. I don't think there's anything I haven't had done to me in the realm of all things that are kinky. And that I do my dear, I may be a very dominant personality, but I love to be dominated and seen just how far a woman can push me. Quite the turn on." He said and shrugged. Vladimir shivered against her fingers, though he enjoyed them a great deal, any sort of skin to skin connection was beautiful to him. "I know you are. But I still want to be careful with you." He said and looked her in the eyes as he kissed the tip of her nose after pulling her stop his body. He thought this was cute, how small she was, her frame fit on him nearly perfectly. His hands rested one on her lower back, the other tracing circles on her thigh absentmindedly. Vladimir again let out a content sigh.

"You already know you're the best fuck I've ever had." He said, his grin matching hers as one of his hands made its way to her ass and gave it a hard squeeze. "But I would never mind some reminding." He offered with a wink and another squeeze. Vladimir wanted to continue the small makeoit session but the two of them kept breaking it. So he settled for what he got, and nodded at her words. "That sounds like a deal to me, my dear Calliope." He countered, his lips met hers once more briefly. "I believe it's your turn to tell me something however, I did tell you about vampires love bites." He teased and his hands moved up to the middle of her back. "I don't care what you tell me, my dear, I just want to know all there is about you." He said, his words were genuine, his features happy yet tired. "One story and then we should sleep, because I'm exhausted too, and we can continue in the morning. Unless you have something better planned." He teased with a smirk.

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope drew in a deep breath of air, stretching her long legs out before she let out a big yawn. She was beginning to feel the after affects of being surprise attacked by a vampire and she was certain it was into the early hours of the morning. As nocturnal as she was, she’d had a rather eventful past 24 hours, what with the body found in the city square, the dinner, and then the fight that ensued once she got back to the penthouse. A soft noise of disapproval left her as Vlad called her cute and she looked up at him with a wrinkled nose. “No, I’m not,” she said softly, lips parting slightly as his thumb brushed over them, eyes slipping curiously between his as she drew in a soft breath of air. A cheeky grin curled her lips when he mentioned giving her anything and she shook her head. “Darling, you may come to greatly regret that statement,” she told him, “I like to ask for a lot of things. I do hope you’re prepared.” She leaned forward and nipped at his bottom lip, grinning all the while. “And maybe I’m a sick, twisted person who likes a good deal of pain,” she told him with a raised brow.

A soft hum left her as he spoke, looking over at him with a slightly daze, half-lidded look. She’d never thought she’d enjoy the feel of a vampire’s teeth against her neck, but in such a context, it set her on fire. “Well, we’ll just have to try and find something new, shall we?” She questioned, eyes lighting up slightly at the thought as she looked down at him. “And I can be as dominant as you need me to be. Last night was nothing,” she told him confidently, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she slowly looked over his body. With his hands on her, she felt like she actually had a place of belonging with someone, something that seemed quite a bit foreign to her. She liked it, however. A soft laugh left her as he mentioned her being the best fuck he’s had and she shook her head slowly. “One round in bed does not constitute that title, Vlad,” she told him, body pressing back into his grasp as his hand found her ass. “But it’s nice to know that out of your three hundred years, I could sway your mind like that after one go,” she said with a bright smile.

She let her head fall forward and her mouth press against his a couple of times, just the simple brush of her lips against his before she pulled back to look at him. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned he’d already told her something about vampires and she shook her head a bit. Calliope paused for a moment, thinking about what she could tell him, running her tongue over her lips, before she angled her shoulder toward him so he could see the road burn. “I got this one from a pack of road hogs in Peru, vampires, of course,” she said softly, hand gently gripping at the uneven, pink and red skin that had healed terribly. “The caught me and, instead of feeding on me, dragged me behind their bikes for sport,” she said softly, expression loosing its mirth and joy for a moment. “Pulled my skin and muscle off to the bone,” she continued, quieter still. “I can’t really feel anything where the scar is. It’s like…being touched through a heavy jacket, like there’s always this tough, thick layer over the bare skin.” She frowned a bit, gaze slipping over to meet his as she drew in a deep breath. “When I finally freed myself, the seven of them were dust in a matter of seconds,” she told him with a crooked grin, “and I stole one of their nicest bikes.”

She yawned again, muffling it behind her hand before she looked down at Vlad. “Well, I suppose we both need some shut-eye after today,” she murmured softly, a small smile pulling at her full lips. “Good night, Vlad,” she added quietly, leaning forward and pressing her lips fully against his, one hand resting on his chest and the other cupping his jaw. Her tongue found its way into his mouth, slipping languidly against his as she arched her back ever-so-slightly to rock her hips against his. She pulled away slowly, looking down at him with half-lidded, yet tired eyes and slowly slipped off of his body. She reached off to the side of the bed and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness as she turned her back to him and nestled her cheek into the pillow. It was an open invitation for him to become the big spoon to her little one, as she pulled the covers up around her neck and felt herself drifting quickly off to sleep.

@ salander.

Vladimir enjoyed the banter and the discussion the two had with one another. It was open, and they could talk about anything, he enjoyed that. It came easy to him to talk to Calliope about these things, much easier than holding himself hard and hiding things, or playing the cat and mouse game they did the night before. Everything was alright at the moment and he wouldn't take it for granted. As she spoke of what seemed to be one of her worst scars he frowned, moreso at her quiet demeanor which certainly wasn't what he was used to. He put his hand gently on the side of her face, his eyes soft as he just nodded. Vladimir put his other hand atop hers as she felt the scar and he kissed her forehead. "What can I say? Sometimes we're jerks." He said trying to lighten the mood with her. Vladimir rolled his eyes at her last comment with a stupid grin of his own. "Of course you did, you little shit." He teased and rolled his eyes again. That was the girl he'd known. Vladimir enjoyed knowing different things about one another, it was weird. Usually the biggest secret he knew about anyone as that they were a vampire and that one was quite lame in his book.

When Calliope began to kiss him again he dove right in. His tongue moving to hers with desire and passion. His body lifted slightly to press against hers and he let out an annoyed sound of pleasure. She was teasing him but Knee they were both too tired at the moment, so when Calliope pulled away and left his body he accepted it and closed his eyes yawning. "Good night my dear Calliope." He murmured and moved over, his arm draped over her side loosely, though he pulled her in so his chest and her back were one in the same. Vladimir hadn't slept with someone in forever, and now it was two nights in a row he was with the same woman. Vladimir fell asleep with a perky smile on his lips. He slept easier than he had in forever with Calliope by his side. Maybe it wa s because of her, maybe it was because he was truly tired, or maybe it was because he never slept and was finally trying to. Whatever it was he embraced it completely.

Vladimir woke up later the next morning than he had the previous one, but today he had no intentions of leaving. He placed a kiss on her head as he slid out from the covers and got up to search the room for something to do. The place was still a mess from the fight the previous night, and he sighed knowing it had to get picked up sooner rather than later. Vladimir began by picking up the debris from the wall or others things that had been scattered, gathering them in a trash can before putting that back into the kitchenette. He wiped down the blood stains on the piano and on the wall, as well as tried to get t out of the carpet but knew that was a lost cause. The only thing he left was the pile of ashes from his now deceased friend. He had no intentions of touching that. Unsure what Calliope really did with the ashes.

After he cleaned, Vladimir decided to start some breakfast for the two of them. He entered the kitchenette and looked around for food. There wasn't much besides the basics, so that's what he went with. He pulled out a pan and started some eggs, toast, and hash. Vladimir was saving the eggs for last, unsure of how Calliope liked her own cooked. He hummed as he worked, and would occasionally just do little dance moves around the kitchen. He didn't think for a moment she'd ever see these. It was how he always acted, being boring was boring and he had learned when you're alone do anything because it's just that much more fun. Vladimir plated their food before going back into the bedroom in hopes of finding Calliope awake so he could finish their breakfast.

@ BadStreetBoys

Calliope slept deeper than she had in the longest time, probably a mix of the stress of emotions from the night before and the fact that she felt protected around Vlad. She was thankful to the dreamless sleep she was offered, not moving or shifting once from her place beside Vlad. When he moved away from her, she barely came to, but kept her eyes shut as she felt his lips against her forehead. Once he left the room, she cracked her eyes open, grinning to herself as she let out a soft groan and sat up in bed. She rolled her neck and head from side to side, working out the kinks in to before deciding she’d do a little light working out before she’d let Vladimir know she was up.

Slipping out of bed, she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a sports bra and a pair of tight-fitting workout shorts that hugged her body closely. Her eyes slipped over to the door to the bedroom part of the suite. She stepped past it and closed it as she made her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Once her eyes laid upon the mirror, she frowned a bit. Her cheekbone had bruised a deep purple, the tip of her nose and nostril had some faint tinges of purple as well, and the side of her lips that had hit the piano were swollen and splattered with bruises as well. It was nothing new for her to be bruised, she just didn’t want Vlad to end up fussing over them. She was tough and her outer appearance came second to survival. With a soft hum, she grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth, careful not to split the healed cuts on her lips in doing so. Once she was done, she pulled her hair from it’s bun and brushed it out into a sleek ponytail to keep in out of her face.

Faintly, she could hear the sound of Vlad moving in the other rooms and she wondered what he was up to. Deciding her curiosity could wait, she walked into the bedroom once more and found an open spot on the floor to stretch on. A few soft noises left her as she found a few spots she was tight or sore in, knowing the unexpected fight last night probably had something to do with it. Once she was properly stretched out, she started with her lunges and squats, quickly working her way through sets as she knew she probably didn’t have much time for a proper workout this morning. She could smell food and wondered if Vlad had ordered room service or if he was cooking something for himself in the kitchenette at the far end of the penthouse. She figured she’d find out soon enough.

By the time she’d gotten to her crunches, she was breathing heavily and had worked up a fair amount of sweat even though the room was quite cool. Calliope did this at least once a day, sometimes she did more, sometimes she would lift weights, and sometimes she’d just go out for a jog. When a person fought beings that were created to be ten times stronger than the average human, she had to meet their strength with her own. She wasn’t bulky by any means, but her muscle was understated, though very present. It was clear she took quite a time to make sure her physical health was seen to. Moving from crunches to push ups, she was dripping with sweat and a glossy sheen had formed over her body. She knew it’d probably merit another shower before she left to go any where else, if she ended up going anywhere else.

Once she heard someone walking toward the door, she stood up from the floor and walked over to the door to pull it open. A small smile curled her lips as she noted Vlad walking toward her. Her chest was heaving slightly from her workout, a few droplets of sweat dripping down her temples and glistening on her chest as she just stood there. Her muscles were tight and coiled from being worked out and she smoothed a hand over her hair to push back a few strands that had fallen loose from her pony tail. “I thought I smelled something good,” she murmured as her eyes slipped over him before stepping out of the bedroom and walking toward him. She acted like she was going to stop beside him, perhaps to give him a good morning kiss or throw him to the ground and take him right then and there, but she merely brushed past him damp, warm fingertips trailing across his lower abdomen as she passed by. Before she got to the kitchenette, she threw a coy look over her shoulder to him, wicked grin curling her lips before she stepped into the room and walked over to the coffee maker. She’d at least fix the coffee for them, since it seemed Vlad already had breakfast covered.

@ salander.
Vladimir entered the room and saw Calliope, grinning slightly. He was glad they could continue on with how they were before. He respected it. He noticed her bruises and frowned softly, but wasn't going to say anything knowing she probably wouldn't take well to his words. He also chuckled at the sweat beading off her body. "How do you like your eggs cooked? Everything is ready but that." He asked. He watched as Calliope walked towards him, and eyebrow raised at her quirky demeanor, nothing different. Though as she just walked by him he couldn't help but roll his eyes and chuckle. "You're going to keep me on my toes." He commented and followed Calliope into the kitchenette. Seeing Calliope's grin, he matched it and shut the door behind them. "I'll never know if you're gonna kill me or kiss me." He teased as he placed their plates on the table and started his eggs, taking out a couple in hold for Calliope.

Vlad finished up cooking and slid their eggs onto their respective plates and searched for the silverware. "Calliope, my dear, where in the hell are the forks." He said, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. "What do you have to do today?" He asked and made his way over to Calliope, placing a kiss on her forehead. "If you aren't going out to do the killing stuff, I would like to invite you to my house." He said and gave her a smile. Vladimir ran through his to do list in his head, he didn't have anything planned for the day. Usually he had something to do, someone to watch, or had to work. But he had taken a vacation from the Bar and had planned to relax for the week and here he was, this girl had gone and fucked up his plans.

Vladimir sat and began to eat the breakfast he made, he thanked Calliope for making the coffee and sipped the dark bitter drink easily through his teeth. "So my turn." He said quietly. Looking up from his food and across at her. He reached across and took her free hand in his and ran his thumb across the back of her hand. "I was shot, twice actually, by a hunter." He pointed out the dark circular scar just above his hip bone, and the other on his thigh. "The one on my thigh is from a young gun hunter, probably no more than twenty five at the time. He got all scared when he was confronted by me and another vampire, my at the time lover, Serena. She was hot. He came out to my house and tried attacking me there. And let me tell you his aim was shit. He got me in the leg, I was pissed. Serena was pissed, and that kid was done. I've killed only four hunters. Which is a small fraction of the number who've tried to kill me which is probably near ninety. I usually just beat them up and tell them not to come after me again or I won't be merciful." He said and shrugged.

"The second time. I nearly died, hunter was good. Stocky build. I think his name was Marcusson. But he'd been stalking me all night and caught me coming out of work at the bar. We tussled. In the fight his hung became dislodged from his waistband and then was triggered and it got me in my gut. Instead of trying to finish me off by just shooting me for real, he beat me up a bit and left thinking I'd bleed out and die. Clearly he was wrong and my kids around here hunted him down." Vladimir explained and let go of her hand as he shrugged and began to eat again. "There's something you know about me now, my dear.

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope grinned over at Vlad, noting the way his eyes moved over her face and the frown that pulled at his features. “Bruises and busted faces come with the territory, love,” she told him honestly, “I’ve had far worse, as you already know.” She smoothed her hands over her hair once more, offering Vladimir a small smile. “And I like my eggs cooked sunny side up, please.” She was rather thankful for the meal, as after last night and her workout this morning, she was starving. “Of course I’m going to keep you on your toes,” she told him as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “Where’s the fun in being predictable?” She questioned with a shrug of her shoulders.

“They’re where the forks are,” she told him with a cheeky grin, watching him for a moment over her shoulder as she set the coffee pot to brew. She turned and walked over to a drawer, pulling it open and grabbing two forks and setting them on the table for them. When he walked over to him, she looked up at him with a smile, sighing softly as he pressed his lips to her forehead. “No, I’m chasing down a few leads, but I don’t think I’m going to ‘do the killing stuff’ today,” she told him honestly. She ran her tongue over her lips as she looked up at him. “I think I’d quite like a change of scenery today. I’d also like to meet that cat of yours.” She smiled over at him, wiping a hand over her forehead to clear it of sweat.

She turned to pour their coffees, setting out the cream and sugar on the table, though Calliope only took it with a bit of sugar. As Vlad sat down, she placed his coffee in front of him before leaning down to press her lips against his. “Thanks for breakfast, darling,” she told him softly before taking her seat across from him. She began to dig into her food, humming softly at the taste of his before her gaze lifted from her plate as he reached out to grasp her hand. She distractedly lifted a bit of toast to her mouth, taking a small bite as her eyes held his. Her eyes darted down to the scars he pointed out, brows furrowing slightly before her gaze lifted to meet his once more. Her expression changed dramatically when he mentioned his previous lover Serena, and the fact she was hot. She poked a tongue at her cheek as she watched Vlad with a slightly narrowed gaze. She didn't know why she was jealous of this faceless vampire, but she was just a bit. “Sounds like that was one idiot hunter,” she told him honestly. “You don't use a weapon unless you’re actually good at it,” she said simply, leaning back in her chair as she took another bite of her food.

“That’s almost generous of you to leave some hunters alive. Weren’t you ever scared they would come after you?” She questioned, brow furrowing slightly as she watched him. “Any good hunter wouldn’t just drop a scent like that. I know I wouldn’t,” she told him with a shrug of her shoulders. As he launched into another story, she settled into her chair a bit, listening closely to him. “What idiot hunter doesn’t kill a vampire when they’ve got them?” She questioned, face wrinkling slightly as she shook her head. “I mean, I’m glad he didn’t go through with it, and I guess I’m fortunate that you haven’t met a hunter with my mindset but…you haven’t really met any good hunters, I’m afraid,” she told him, shaking her head slowly. She gave his hand a small squeeze before he let go and she finished off her food and coffee quickly after that.

When they were both done with their meals, Calliope pushed away from the table and slowly rounded her way to Vlad. She pulled his chair back with him in it, leaving a bit of space between him at the table itself. The lithe, muscular woman rounded the chair and straddled his lap and the chair, draping her arms over his shoulders as she kept her gaze on his. A soft hum left her as she took him in with her eyes, head tilting slightly to the side. “How can I repay you for such a delicious, home-cooked breakfast?” She asked softly, a small grin playing around her lips as her hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingertips slowly scraping through his hair as she watched him intently.

@ salander.
Vladimir didn't think twice as he spoke about Serena, or the fact he called her hot. He had never had to worry about upsetting someone with the information of his past. But he noticed the disconcerting look, opting to ignore it for just a moment so he could go on with his story. "He was. I felt almost bad killing the kid when I'd left so many more alive. But Serena insisted after he injured both of us. Even for a vampire digging a bullet out hurts like hell." He said with a small chuckle. "Also, Serena lives in England I don't think you need to worry about her. I mean she could also be dead but I'm not too sure. Never kept tabs. One of the few that wasn't murdered, those I know what happened to." He said and ate some more of the breakfast he cooked before diving into the coffee. It was quite good, it had a deep bodied taste which Vladimir was thankful for. "No. Most of the time when you bring someone to the brink of death, they leave you alone after that. I'd never let go someone I believed to come after me later. Also the whole thing where I told them I'd make them into a monster like me if they tried has deterrence too."

Vladimir wasn't the most fond of talking about his near death experiences, most of the time it made him uncomfortable, especially this one. Where the only reason he was alive was because the hunter was an idiot. "He told me he wanted me to bleed or so I couldn't control whether or not I lived like I did with humans." He said and shrugged slightly. "He got me good I'll admit that, one of probably three four hunter fights I didn't win." He said and sighed quietly. "But I think he underestimated how much drive to live I have in me. I got my ass back to my house and a few younger vampire I knew helped take care of me. They insisted on going after him and I think two of them died." He said solemnly. "I'm glad I haven't either because I do believe that you and I are both supposed to be right where we are now." He said with a smile, returning the squeeze as he let go of her hand. Vladimir finished up his food and put the plate in the sink along with his fork before sitting down and looking across at Calliope as she finished her breakfast. His hand wrapped around the pristine white mug laid in front of him and he would sip from it occasionally.

Vladimir's eyes moved to her figure as Calliope made her way over to him, and he raised an eyebrow. He let out a noise of surprise as she moved him and his chair. But a mischievous smirk spread wide on his lips when Calliope straddled him. His hands found their way to her hips and held her against him. He looked up and smirked up at her, his lip trapped beneath his teeth anticipating excitement. "As a gentleman, I can't ask for repayment." He said and he let out a breath of air when her lips made contact with his neck. His hands slid up her sides, to the bottom of her sports bra, though no intentions of taking it off were shown. Vladimir was letting her take the reins and run this. "If you insist though. I will accept any form of payment you so desire to give me." He commented, grinning up at her. Vladimir took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes for a moment as he just let himself feel her lips on his neck. His mind went every which way. Sex, lap dance, just a make out session. He didn't care which, why would he? All were pleasuresble for himself. All options led down the same path where he got Calliope all to himself. At that moment an idea popped into his head for later that night. He was going to surprise her when she came over to his home and he hoped she was going to love it.

Calliope shook her head as Vlad spoke of leaving the hunter alive, closing her eyes as she let out a heavy sigh. “Don’t feel bad for killing an inept hunter,” she said before she could stop the words from coming out. She paused for a moment, wondering when she had decided that she wanted less-skilled hunters than herself to die. She knew that if a hunter wasn’t adept at what they did, imminent death would face them; all hunters should know that. “Hunters know what they’re up against every time they’re out in the open world and come upon a vampire. One wrong move and too little time spent learning a weapon—it’s a recipe for a premature death,” she said honestly, eyes flickering over Vlad’s features before she looked away and sighed heavily. When he said that Serena lived in England and that she had nothing to worry about, a wicked grin curled her lips. “Do I look like a woman who would take the wandering gaze of a man lightly?” She mused softly.

The noise that Vlad let out when she moved the chair thrilled her and caused a wicked smirk to curl her lips. She was glad she could still surprise him, even more so know that he knew she wouldn’t be killing him merely because he was a vampire. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the underside of his jaw, body molding against his as she listened to him speak with a grin. As his hands met her sides, her body arched into his even more, letting out a hot breath of air against his skin before her lips trailed down his neck. “Yes,” she murmured, mouth poised just beside his ear, “that would be the gentlemanly thing to do: to not expect any sort of payment in return.” She leaned forward once more, teeth finding his skin and nipping softly at it. She rocked her hips against his in the most provocative of manners, letting out a soft noise against his skin. “Though,” she started, pulling away slightly to look over his features with a half-lidded gaze, “if I’m intending to visit your house today, I’d hate to tire you out before we got there.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, hand slipping up to cup his jaw as she let her thumb trail softly over his bottom lip.

“Oh, but you are so very tempting, aren’t you?” She said, as if she were talking to herself more than she was talking to him. A soft hum left her as she rocked her hips against his once more, eyes threatening to slip shut for a moment before she pulled away from him completely to stand just in front of the chair. Her hands found his shoulders as she looked down at him. “I bet you have a nice big bed in some dark room,” she murmured, turning and sitting down on his lap, legs spread so that her feet could rest on the floor. She used them for leverage, to grind her ass down against his lap as she leaned back against his chest. Her hands found his as she let her head fall back against his shoulder, guiding his large, calloused hands over her breasts and down her sides. “I suppose I’d prefer a change of scenery from this place…and I wouldn’t doubt you’ve got some tricks or toys up your sleeves, tucked away there in some room decorated in nothing but antiques or nothing but the most modern of tastes,” she continued, voice low and slightly more raspy than usual as her breathing picked up. She guided his hands down her hips, down the insides of her thighs as she ground her hips back against his once more. “Wouldn't you much rather take me there?” She questioned, lips finding the underside of his jaw once more.

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