forget me not for i am beloved

melanie o'hara. werewolf. slave "by the graces, please do not be fooled"

[bloodcrx]

tcrnishxd​:

“You’re not mine, Mel. “ Eric reminded her, and himself. Not anymore, at least. Not for the time being. And until he’d figure things out, he would somehow have to deal with that.

Sure, he already have his own schemes in the making, turning the gears inside of his brain – but Melanie didn’t need to know about that. She still didn’t deserve to. 

Eyebrow arched when she mentioned catching the attention of other people and then his face soon fell when she mentioned the king. THE FUCKING KING. 

“Melanie, please tell me you are not pissing off the King.” 

That, by no means, was a good idea. Though, what with the rebellious stroke to the wolf, Eric assumed that it was precisely what she was doing – he also assumed she got a certain kick out of it – but the price she could potentially end up paying quite worried the vampire. 

The amount of effort to avoid rolling her eyes was quite a bit more than she had expected. She didn’t need the reminder that she now found herself at the mercy of an island hellbent on doing whatever they pleased with her. Freedom. The one thing she’d always desired just stripped away from her as if it were nothing.

And she’d suffer it until someone decided otherwise.

But Eric’s next words had Melanie looking everywhere but at him. She wasn’t intentionally pissing off the King. Really, was it her fault that he’d decided to pay any attention to her? He could have picked any of the other slaves to spend his time with. Granted, she had made her entrance to the island very well known.

“So what if I ruffle a few of his feathers? Someone slapped the king title on him and it clearly all went to his head. And for the record, I didn’t even do anything to start. I just bit a few guards and next thing I knew, he was outside my door.”

She shrugged a shoulder as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I’m sure he’ll grow tired of me soon enough.”

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mistressxlillian​:

Lillian was stressed by the events of the carnival. It had been rather unpleasant to her senses – from the vomit to the blood and all of the other fluids in between. On top of that, it didn’t help that she had run into Sam and might have had one of the most heartbreaking nights of her life. As if to placate her guilt, she found herself at the Infernum once again. 

The scent of misery and blood hit her as soon as she opened the door, her nose wrinkling up in disgust. She was sure some had been maimed in their attempt to finish the events of the carnival.

She walked through the cells to find someone who might accept some TLC before she wrapped delicate fingers around the bars. “Would you like to get out of here?”

Melanie’s kept to herself since the end of the carnival. She’s lucky she escaped a fate like some of the others within Infernum. But it didn’t go as she had planned. Melanie had told herself she needed just enough. Enough to keep under the radar. Instead, she got so caught up in the stupid brooch and getting away with it that she forget the rest of her list.

Regardless, she’d learn her fate soon enough and Melanie’s sure she would be happy about it. She’d figured her time would be spent in her cell, braiding her hair, counting footsteps, and going crazy. When she heard someone though, the expression of surprise was hard to hide. “What’s the caught?” Melanie asked with a raised eyebrow as she sat up on her cot. “There’s always a catch.”

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status: closed location: melanie’s home mentions: @tcrnishxd

The soft patter of rain against the window was a comfort to Melanie, a reminder of simple days. It wasn’t just the sound that took up the space inside her mind, but the scent of the rainfall and the wet grass outside. The sound of the tree leaves rustling when they were too heavy with the water. Rainfall had always been a comforting blanket to envelop her and lull her to sleep. But tonight, she found herself leaning against the bathroom wall listening to the sound of the rain, the window above letting in the scent of the forest and the lake water.

As she opened her eyes, she pushed away from the wall and leaned up on her toes to reach the small window to close and lock it. The time was a mystery, but Melanie could guess that it was late in the night based on the moon. She’d woken up to go to the bathroom, not to find herself caught in a trance. Smiling softly at herself, she moved to the sink to wash her hands and dried them on the towel before flicking off the light as she opened up the door. The rest of the cottage was all one big room: the bedroom, living room, and kitchenette all together. From the windows, the little moonlight outside danced across the homey little place. Home. It had taken so long to find a place she could call her own, a place that could be her home forever.

Bare feet pad across the cold floor as she walked to the kitchen counter to grab one of her hairs ties, throwing her messy brunette locks up into a bun before grabbing the sheer floral cardigan along the back of the chair nearby. It did little to keep her warm, but covered her up somewhat considering she had nothing but the lingerie she’d worn to bed. Her favorite black lace set, the one that she’d just danced away in a week ago after finally fixing the old radio.

Sleepiness was beginning to crawl back over her as she made her way back over to her bed. The warmth was always her favorite, to curl up underneath all the sheets and let the outside world fade away. It was also the place where she had a number of fond memories that Melanie often found herself reminiscing about. With the blankets pulled back, she crawled back into bed and pulled her pillow in closer to get comfortable. But she didn’t go back to sleep just yet.

No, she found herself looking at Eric beside her. Somehow over time he’d become a staple in her life. She’d found herself always looking forward to his visits, hoping they’d become longer and longer. Seeing his smile, hearing his laugh, watching him obsess over his hair in the morning. All the little things about him that she adored. But her favorite moments were by far these quiet ones when it was far too late for anyone to be awake and she could just take in the sight of him.

Melanie had never really told him how beautiful he looked with the moonlight across his features.

Quietly as she could, Melanie shifted closer to him to tuck into his side, hand resting on his chest as she closed her eyes. Call it magic. Call it whatever you want. Something about being close to him always made Melanie feel as if everything was perfect. She felt happy. Safe. Opening her eyes once again, she leaned up to press the softest of kisses to his cheek and whispered in that moonlight...

“I love you.” 

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tcrnishxd​:

“Yes. I will.”

No need to hide something Melanie was well aware of. 

Leaving her there didn’t necessarily feel like something he wanted to do, but more so something he had to do. Sure, there was still a lot of attraction between the two of them – a lot of unspoken things – but Eric was not about to have Melanie waltz back into his life like she hadn’t left him back then like a cold motherfucker. She needed to learn her lesson and until the vampire was absolutely certain that she had, well, things were going to be a little.. less than ideal for a while.

A long strand of dark hair was being twirled around the master’s index finger and he had to resist the urge to tug on it.  

His head tilted towards one side as he continued to study her, trying to read every emotion that flashed over her features. It’d been so easy to do that in the past, but Eric realized that he didn’t actually know how much Melanie had changed since they last saw eachother, if she’d changed at all. 

Sure enough, he’d rent her out regularly. Probably more often than not.

“For the time being.” 

Melanie’s heart dropped in her chest. Admittedly, she had a small bit of hope that maybe Eric would have rescued her from that hell but at the same time, she knew better. Her price to pay for walking away. It wouldn’t be as shitty if it weren’t for the fact that she knew there were a number of people who had taken an interest in her and some weren’t just wanting a pretty face to talk to. Really, most of them weren’t.

Eyes cast downward, she tried not to let the look of disappointment control her face too much. Easier said than done. Melanie had always worn her emotions in plain sight. Even in her moments when she would pick silence over talking, it didn’t take much to put pieces together on how she was feeling.

“I hope you don’t mind sharing,” Melanie said bitterly as she looked off to the side and purposely not at Eric. “Unfortunately, I’ve caught the attention of a few people. Especially that ridiculous vampire king of yours.”

Melanie did laugh softly this time when she looked back at Eric. “I may have caused a bit of trouble when I was first brought here.”

[victoria-pedretti]

ANA DE ARMAS — El Corte Inglés / Defend Your Spring

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tcrnishxd​:

Always so quick to respond, almost eager, you could say. 

Eric was certainly happy that she hadn’t lost that about herself, that she hadn’t faded into a walking memory of the girl she once used to be – Melanie had been an adventurous soul, given the proper time to adjust to his ways, to his desires, to the way in which he was used to take things – she would realize that she enjoyed it. There was no doubt in his mind, there never had been. 

Her hand pulling him closer, that moan – that fucking moan — were only further confirmation. Both of which the vampire appreciated. He appreciated them so much that he pulled her legs apart with his knee, the hand that had been tangled in her hair now moving to sneak under her shirt, fingertips pressing roughly into the firm skin that lay on her sides. 

Warm, comforting, alluring – the warmth melted under his touch, melting away his sanity in the process as well. 

He didn’t know where this was going, for once, Eric was just trying to get the most out of present moment. Trying to get the most out of the way she felt to be that close to him again, out of the way she tasted. Sweet, with a hint of delightful bitterness due to the beer she’d chugged down back at the Tavern. 

A while longer went by before the blonde master actually pulled away, his thumb sweeping over her bottom lip — Mel’s rosy lips were now looking slightly puffed up, which was a sight that pleased him all too much. He found himself wanting to bite them, taste the metallic tinge of blood against the tip of his tongue. 

“This is just an appetizer, Mel. But if you truly want to find out the answers to your questions, there’s so much more hidden where that just came from.” 

Whole bunch of impulses and cravings he could hardly control. 

The darker storm that was brewing inside of Melanie only continued to press forward inside of her when she felt his knee parting her legs – another space gone between the two of them. It only added at the touch of his hand under her shirt, at the curve of her side. How long had it been since the two of them had laid touched like this? Maybe it’d been from the time apart, but something about being together now felt so much more enthralling.

And much more startling to her was the that dark storm that whispered out: bruise me. That part of her wanted Eric to leave a trace of himself on her skin.

When the kiss ended, Melanie couldn’t catch herself before the whine left her lips. Her cheeks were blazed red not only from the heat of the moment but from leaving herself so vulnerable that she couldn’t control a fucking whine. Her heart was still hammering away in her chest, lips pulsing and on their way to being bruised if they’d kept going. Worst of all, the feeling between her legs that left her wanting to squirm.

She bit her swollen lip as she reached her hand out, pressing against his shirt covering his chest. It was so easy to thinking all the times they’d laid together, the memories back at the cottage. But now there was an open door for new memories.

“I guess I’m just going to have to keep finding them, hm?” Melanie finally said as she peeked up at Eric, a trace of her famous smirk. Still torn between two sides of herself.

But it was gone a moment later as she groaned and leaned her head back against the wall. “You’re going to leave me in there, aren’t you?”

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tcrnishxd​:

Fuck it. Fuck whatever plans Eric thought he had had, in the beginning. This was going down a different route and he was doing to speed the fuck down on it. 

A groan left the back of his throat, eyes closing for a brief moment before an absolutely primal urge took over him and he could no longer hold back. The breaking point had been reached and he was ready to shatter everything in his wake. Melanie included. 

Pushing the girl, until she was trapped against the cold brick wall and his body, the vampire looked down at her, wondering just how she was going to survive him – with that fucking innocent face, that innocent soul.. but those far from innocent actions. 

His mouth crashed over hers violently – like a tsunami hitting the shore, tearing apart everything in its proximity. She still tasted, felt, smelled every bit intoxicating to the point where it wasn’t even healthy anymore. 

One hand had moved to tangle itself in the beautiful mess that was her hair, while the other traveled from her cheek down to her throat, gripping it lightly while still applying some pressure. To have her squirm would have been a blessing. 

When Melanie had woken up this morning, she’d expected to either find herself sitting alone in her cell for the entire day counting the bricks on her wall again or rented out to someone who would end up using her in one way or another. Pain or faked pleasure. Melanie already had enough of those occasions to know that whenever certain people came to her cell, her stomach would flip uncomfortably.

Seeing Eric had never been considered as a possibility, let alone being rented out by him and now finding herself pressed against a wall by him.

Feeling his hands on her body was one thing. Feeling him pressed against her was something entirely different. The crackle of tension between the two of them, the way she could feel butterflies in her stomach, and her body starting to ride on a high she always felt around him. It was almost like nothing ever happened - they were back at the cottage.

The moment his lips were on her own, her fate had been sealed. It brought back everything that had once been, before she ran away. As much as she might have wanted to hide the desperate need, it was impossible. Melanie melted into the kiss. Kissed back almost as violently as if this was her end.

Her hands found their way to his hips, pulling on his belt loops to bring him closer to her body so she could feel him flush against her body. God, how much she missed him. It had been easy to pretend like she hadn’t before she saw him again, but Melanie had always been good at shutting away part of her life.

The feeling of his hand at her throat caused her back to straighten, the fluttering in her stomach and chest growing. It wasn’t painful, but the pressure was very present. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt the feeling of his hand at her throat, but it’d always been like a soft reminder in the past. She could feel the pull in her head - one side telling her danger while the other was telling her to fall into it, to embrace it.

Her actions rang loud to the battle that raged inside of her mind. The soft moan the spilled from her lips but the way her body tensed against his hand. The way one hand moved to touch his arm but her other hand was pulling him ever closer. 

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tcrnishxd​:

“Do you want me, Melanie? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

Now his ego might have been stroked a little bit, at that. Gosh, Melanie had been dead silent only a couple moments before and now, there she was, rambling on – bombarding the vampire with all these questions. 

A low huff escaped him and before she had a chance to react, Eric stood up, tossed a hundred dollar bill on the table and practically dragged her into the backyard of that Tavern. His thumb was pressed over her lips, in a successful attempt at keeping her quiet – lips twisted in a tiny smirk. Gosh, she looked so pretty and beautiful like that. 

“Do you want to see who I am, angel face? Is that what you want?” 

His thumb pressed inbetween her top and bottom lip, breaking them apart, feeling her teeth against the skin. “Tell me.” 

Impossible to hide the beating of her heart in her chest, the loud drum of tha-thump, tha-thump that gave away Melanie. She could never hide from Eric, not when her body gave her away each and every time. Melanie didn’t even get the answers to the questions she asked before she was suddenly dragged away from the table.

Her eyes glanced back at the table before darting back to Eric with confusion in her eyes. Talking apparently wasn’t going to happen, Mel was quickly realizing that as they made it outside. She felt the touch of his thumb, the closeness of his body that only seemed to send her spiraling down more and more. Why did he always have this effect on her? Like she needed him to survive.

Because she did.

“Yes,” Melanie said finally, refusing to look anywhere but his eyes. “Show me.” And there it is, the hint of a challenge back at him. Melanie’s teeth parted, lightly biting at his thumb. A tease. Another challenge.

Melanie had fallen, just like she did every time with Eric.

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tcrnishxd·:

Maybe she was. But, it wasn’t enough. A true greedy motherfucker – Eric wanted more. He wanted her to give him everything she’d denied with her sudden departure – every bit of what she’d deprived him of. And, this time around, he didnt’ want to be the one to ask for it – no, she would have to show him that she truly wanted to get back there, in his good graces. And that would take her a while. 

“We will see just how far you’ll be able to get in that mission of yours.” Blonde eyebrow arched upwards as if he was doubting her words. Which, to some extent, Eric was. Not because he didn’t feel like she would want to go through with it – he just didn’t know if she would be able to. “You want to know the real me, huh?” an almost softly spoken challenge that wasn’t so much soft itself. 

Eric was tempted to swing her over his shoulder, take her into one of the backrooms of the Tavern and show her the true colors of his soul – dark, flat and completely opaque. But, it was far too early for it. Melanie would be running for the hills faster than he’d be able to blink. 

She wasn’t ready to deal with the kind of chaos she was so irresponsibly requesting. Not just yet, anyways. 

There’s a challenge in his words. This isn’t the same kind of challenge when the two of them used to mess around with each other - the fun and games that would send them laughing. This was a challenge in the shadows, luring her farther in with no light to guide her or show her the safety of the end. And really, those shadows extended from Eric himself. Maybe she’d been blind before to never seen them. Maybe he’d made sure that she hadn’t been able to see them.

“I can’t only have half of you, Eric. It doesn’t work that way...” Mel whispered. It was her guess why things had slowly changed for them, no longer able to keep the other side at bay.

“I want to know,” Mel started. “Why did you... did you hide it? Was it for my sake? Or did you not even hide that side of you, did it just... not come out?” She was still trying to put the pieces together. Trying to figure out how she missed it. A part of her hoped that maybe he’d just been that happy.

It was in her nature to question. Melanie always need to know all the pieces. It’s why she always hated secrets. But Eric was one big secret wrapped up in a pretty face that she couldn’t resist.

She hoped he didn’t realize the power he held over her.

Even now after everything.

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nxfarious·:

Oh, Seth definitely had her by the ego – wolves were such easily manipulated creatures. A liability, if you were to ask him – the weaker link. The tune her heart was beating too was now entirely different which pleased the King greatly - all of it was working out just fine. 

Licking his lips, a smug smile extending over his features, he twisted the doorknob and made his way out of the office. 

Maybe, when the time would come, he’d tell Melanie all about the way she’d gotten caught right in his web of lies. A mere marionette in a play that he’d been orchestrating, all along. 

Melanie waited even after she’d heard the door close to pulled herself up from under the desk, her legs aching from having been in the position. “Oh thank fucking god you’re just an idiot on his high ass horse,” Mel muttered before she looked around the office to try to figure out where in the world the stupid brooch could be hiding.

After tonight, she had every intention of sleeping for a long ass time. If anyone wanted to come bother her, she hoped they were prepared for her to just be dead asleep to the world. Maybe it would have been better to just sit her happy ass down on the ground and not do anything, but she’d been worried about consequences if she didn’t do anything.

Finally after too much searching, she found the precious brooch and held it up to take a look at it. Fancy. She could have sold this for a pretty penny and gotten half a year worth of supplies maybe. There was the temptation biting at her ankles again. Would it be so wrong to not turn it in? She could just say that she didn’t succeed, pocket it, and wait for the perfect moment to off load it. Freedom in exchange for money. There had to be some idiot on the island who didn’t care about their safety.

Sighing, Mel stood up and pocketed the brooch. Now it was just time to get the fuck out and be done with the night.

Before she left, she sent another thank you to some nameless entity for making Seth oblivious.

If only she knew.

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tcrnishxd·:

The red tint that washed over the surface of her cheeks was almost endearing. Had he not been so fucking livid at her right now, he would have maybe even smiled. 

But he was still very much furious, his ego was still very much hurt – and there was a whole lot of shit she needed to tackle before he let her back in like that. However, that did not mean that he didn’t want her around. All jokes aside, he would have kept her around anyways – just for the hell of it, maybe to annoy her, make her life a living hell – bend her over his knees and spank her ass red. All of it. 

He felt the urge to reach out over the table and so he did, trapping her chin inbetween his thumb and index finger as he brought her face closer to his. “Careful, Melanie.. you sound like you’re backtracking on that decision 200 miles an hour, right now.” 

Once upon a time, Melanie would have laughed at anyone who talked about moments when the world seemed to slow down and time paused. Not anymore. The moment she felt him in her space, so close, and his fingers at her chin, everything else was gone. Time didn’t exist. Nothing but their eyes on one another, the electric feeling that shot down her spin. It was like their first kiss all over again. That heartbeat of a moment afterward where everything just slid into place after shifting upside down.

He’s bad for you.

But she couldn’t say no to him. Try as she might, she always fell right back into him.

She had to catch her breath before she could say anything, but even then her words were just above a whisper. “Maybe I am.” Even if she was, Melanie knew she wasn’t out of the woods just yet. There was the sinking feeling that she knew it would take time to try to get back to what they had before she ran. “I’ll make it up to you, I’ll earn your trust again. Whatever you need.” Melanie reached her own hand out to his forearm, fingers gently resting around. “But I need you to not hide yourself from me. I need to know the real you, not part of you.”

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nxfarious·:

In all seriousness, people needed to step up their fucking games – Seth was over two thousand fucking years old. He could hear Melanie’s heart beating – not to mention the fucking dog smell. The least the werewolf could have done was to try and jump out of one of the windows. What were two floors going to do to her anyways?

He was tempted to sigh and tell her to get the fuck out of his office before he literally proceeded to string her up by her ears – but then again, that wouldn’t have been much fun in the long run. Not to him, at least. Quite obviously, she was searching for something and whatever it was, Seth sure hoped that she would find it. 

At least, that way, he actually had a reason to properly go off on her. 

Moving around to grab the things he’d come for, the vampire pretended to be completely oblivious to her presence – sure enough she’d get a big head about it, too. For the moment. 

The door opened and Melanie could feel her stomach tighten in knots. She had to be a fucking idiot to think that she’d be able to hide from him. A vampire of all creatures. It wasn’t like he was a dumbass human who wouldn’t have been able to tell she was there. But she could hear him moving around the room and.... nothing.

Oh god, was he really that stupid? Melanie couldn’t believe her luck as the minutes passed by and he didn’t seem to realize that she was there. If only she realized the truth of the matter.

And maybe she would have if she hadn’t been so panicked in that moment about what would happen if he did catch her in his office. Now if he could just get the fuck out, she could get the brooch, and check that off her box. Melanie was desperate for this night to be over as quick as possible.

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tcrnishxd·:

There was definitely confusion hidden behind her words and maybe a few other emotions that Eric didn’t feel like deciphering right that instant.  Blue eyes rolled slightly as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest, quite the defensive stance, if we were to be honest. 

“I enjoy control, Melanie. I wanted to control you.” 

That much was true, he had indeed wished to control her – but, perhaps, not for the reasons that she thought he had. It was merely because he got a certain kick out of it – the bastard. Not like he’d been the nicest about it, either. Would he admit to that though? Hell fucking nah. She hadn’t even tried to talk to him about it properly, she just took her fancy ass and ran away. Like a fucking scaredy cat. 

“You’re free to try and justify yourself as much as you motherfucking want, thing is you could have handled it differently. You wanted to leave, Mel. Period point blank – you wanted to. The least you could have done was to let me know.”

A bottle of beer had been plopped down in front of him and the blonde was quick to take a generous gulp, humming as the cool liquid washed down his throat. “Oddly enough, I think you might have even enjoyed the control, if your head hadn’t been that far up your ass.”

Hearing the truth that she knew deep down seemed to satisfy some part of Melanie. What that meant now, she wasn’t sure. The Eric she’d met was someone who’d always made her laugh, who enjoyed popping in randomly and scaring the shit out of her, someone who made the long nights safer. The guy she’d teased constantly and began to enjoy every time he came to visit. That Eric was still there.... she knew it. But maybe the truth of it was she’d only seen parts of him.

The darker parts had been hiding underneath.

Melanie’s cheeks blazed red at Eric’s assumption and she was quick to grab the beer across the table that belonged to her and take a long drink from it. When she set it back down on the table, she purposely took the longest time possible as her brain raced to put thoughts together into something coherent.

“I can’t make up for what I did. It happened. I should have just talked to you about it and we wouldn’t be in this situation.” She’d be back home. They would have been fine. “All that I can tell you is that I got scared. After the nightmare that I was raised in, I didn’t want to go back to that. I didn’t want to not have a choice in all of it.” She sighed as she reached for her drink again. She’d need more than just the one beer.

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tcrnishxd·:

Melanie often went quiet when confronted about a situation or a particular thing that she didn’t want to deal with – often involving her own feelings – so it was no huge surprise to Eric that she was now keeping her mouth clamped shut. 

Eric, however, didn’t expect to feel her hand on his back and while, for a brief second, that had felt..good.. he wasn’t going to allow her the luxury of touching away as she pleased, not after what she’d done. He never quite got around to dishing out those consequences and there was an ache and an itch in his bones that urged him to have them served ice cold to the werewolf. 

He turned around, ready to mouth off when he noticed that her eyes were focused on someone. And theirs were focused on her, too — in a way that didn’t quite sit right with the master. He had rented her out – her attention was his. She was there for him. 

“Keep your eyes on your meal, mate.. unless you want them to replace it.” 

A rather harsh grip on Mel’s wrist, Eric all but pulled her away and shoved down on a chair at one of the free tables. 

“Order whatever the fuck you want. Then, start talking. I’m not here to be friendly, Mel – I’m here to listen to whatever you gotta say so we can finally get it the fuck out of the way and get down to something that actually brings me some sort of satisfaction. Capishe?” 

The grip on her wrist took her by surprise as did his words directed at the man who’d been eyeing her previously. He seemed quick to drop his gaze back down to his food thank goodness. A small noise of surprise escaped her when she ended up in the chair, eyes going to Eric until he’d sat down. This was definitely a vision of the Eric she’d seen before she ran. The part that made her feel the need to run.

So why was it now making her feel comfortable? Was it the familiarity?

“Okay... fine, if that’s what you want.” Melanie sighed, reaching over for the small menu so she could at least pick something from it. Food. A drink. At this point, she’d happily take anything. She’d gotten a beer and fries when she’d finally made a decision.

Now came the time to actually talk. “Look, I know you’re not happy. I wouldn’t expect you to be happy. What I did was shitty and I know that. I just... I didn’t know what was going on, Eric. Things were so different. Maybe they were changing little by little and I wasn’t paying attention. I was happy with you, but...” She looked away from the table and to Eric. “Did you feel like you needed to control me? Is that what you want?”

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nxfarious·:

Babylon wasn’t particularly crowded during the day – it was more so a place people sought to drown their demons in, at night – and, thus, it was never too much fun hanging around when there was barely anyone around but the quite obsessive regulars.

Thankfully, or rather not, there was still shit he needed to pick up from the office. That and well, a bottle of expensive liquor he kept for himself in one of the crystal cabinets he had stored there. Plan was to get his shit and find something to do – someone to torture, someone to laugh at – which, shouldn’t prove much of a challenge.. after all the slaves were having the chains loosened up a little bit. Seemed fun enough. 

Footsteps resonated down the hall as Seth approached the door, shoes clicking against the marble tiles. 

Melanie had looked through a number of drawers and underneath objects in the office. At this point, she was fully convinced that he was one of those dramatic idiots who had some secret hidden compartment or some shit. She was going to have to go through the drawers again.

As she opened one again to try to see if there was a secret she missed, she heard the footsteps coming down the hall. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What could she do? Where could she hide? Melanie looked around before she looked down at the desk and groaned. No choice.

Quickly she ducked down in the empty space under the desk and pulled the chair into place so it would seem like no one had touched anything. She wouldn’t be able to hide her scent but maybe he would think it was a lingering scent instead. Taking a deep breath, she tried to focus on slowing her breathing down as much as she could, hoping it would hide the sound of her heartbeat. Maybe.

Fuck, no she was going to get caught.

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tcrnishxd·:

“It seems like you didn’t think that you belonged by my side either, darling. So where do you actually belong?” There was not much he could to to help himself from tearing into her like that – it was an uncontrollable impulse, an urge.. a desire to hurt her. Hurt her in a way that would ache far more than the physical. 

Despite the coldness that ran through his veins, there was something inside of Eric that made him want to grab her by the elbows and pull her close – but he knew better. He knew better now. How you take a man and bring him to his fucking knees like that? Albeit a fucking psychopath. People hadn’t managed to do over the course of decades what Mel had done in a fucking instant. That.. that just fucked with his head. 

“Too bad, Mel. Too bad.” 

Soon enough, they were out in broad daylight, the vampire walking her down the street to the Serpent’s Tavern. The least he could do was drink while she talked to him about.. whatever she still felt the need to say. 

Melanie ducked her head, trying her best to ignore the sting in her eyes as she looked away. She wouldn’t cry in front of him. Not now. It wouldn’t do any good for her and she had so few walls up when it came to him. Those had been broken long ago and that was one difference between the two of them. He was much better at keeping his up.

In truth, if she didn’t belong at his side then she didn’t belong anywhere.

She would be right back to where she’d been before the two of them met.

He’d kept walking and Mel stayed in place as her shoulders fell, watching him walk and wondering how she ended up in this situation. Why couldn’t she figure out what was the right thing to do? Why did she feel a pull to run in the opposite direction, to try and escape, but also feel a pull to run to him.

With a sigh, she jogged to catch up to him but held her words for the moment. Her eyes wandered up and down the street, along the different buildings. It’d been a very long time since she’d been in a proper city. She would have taken her little house in the forest, alone away from everyone. Eric. Over this new fate in a heartbeat.

The building Eric took them was unfamiliar to Melanie considering her short time here thus far. She wrinkled her nose when she walked in behind Eric, eyes taking in the guests inside like a scared animal trying to figure out her surroundings. A particular lustful gaze from a man across the way had Melanie inching closer to Eric, a hand pressed to his back before she realized and quickly pulled it away. 

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Stupid. This was a stupid idea the moment she decided to do it but apparently she’d been in the business of making stupid decisions. Part of it she blamed from not being in the right state of mind. All his fault. When she’d decided to do it she’d reasoned that he would be far too busy with everything else to pay any attention. There were other people who would be going after him, she was sure. And why would he even hang out at his office during the festivities?

No, she’s almost sure that he’d be out enjoying himself and laughing like a maniacal idiot.

That thought alone makes her want to do it.

It took some work to figure out what to do. She had to find Seth’s office first and there was a lot more breaking and entering than she’d originally planned but she’d eventually made it. Thank fucking god for survival instincts. Melanie pushed the door open after she’d listened for any noise and as soon as she slipped inside, she shut the door. Quick. She immediately started to look around, trying to find what hiding place that dumb king would have thought of to put a stupid brooch. @nxfarious​