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Melanie sighed, noticing his irritation. She rolled her eyes, thinking she couldn’t have picked a whinier guy to hang out with. “Oh, stop. Just, it’s fine. I’m weird about affection,” she told him, hating that she was telling him.
Dylan let out a heavy breath, he didn’t want to fight. “Sorry... mood swings,” he laughed awkwardly. “I’ll call you by your name. No problem.”
“I understand that it’s an affectionate term. I’m just not sure why you felt the need to use it…” She was remembering the conversation with Dylan where they agreed they weren’t a…thing. “I don’t have anger and stuff. I’m not angry. I’m not an angry person,” she said, only semi-convincing.
“I just... I say things without thinking. I didn’t mean anything by it...” he rambled, struggling to find words. “Okay. Fine. You’re a wolf without anger. Congrats to you,” he muttered, feeling like an idiot.
“Don’t talk about things you know nothing about. My personal life is out in the open. I hid nothing. As for staying away from you? I’m not the one that came here today. You came here on your own.”
“Free fucking country lady. Oh, I know it’s out in the open, and you have no shame. None. And if you fucking listened, you’d have heard that I came here to give you your stupid card back, and to tell you not to contact me again. In any way.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “I said I did not need it, not that I did not appreciate it.” She turned away slightly, she didn’t know why she bothered trying to help mortals over and over again.
Dylan watched her turn away and muttered to himself as he pushed into the bar. “Women.”
“I am forcing nothing on you, I’m happily leaving.” She looked back to the man. “And I want nothing from you, simply to repay a kindness that was shown to me. Enjoy your beer, get home safe.”
“Good. Enjoy your life.” He shoved the door slightly. “You can’t repay a kindness you didn’t appreciate in the first place.”
“I didn’t say I was. But it’s what I do.” She didn’t really care what he had to say. “When have I asked you to?” She folded her arms. “No man ever had to prove themselves. But very well, if you do not wish for my assistance.”
“Great... you make everyone else feel like shit for helping you. But you fucking force it onto other people.” He rolled his eyes. “Look. I don’t know what you want. But no I do not want your assistance. I want a nice cold beer and to forget about last night.”
Melanie cocked her eyebrow as Dylan stumbled over the words. “It’s a what?” She smiled crookedly. “I don’t get built up stuff,” she said, hiking her shoulders up, in a protective way.
Dylan laughed at himself, trying to find the right words. “Y’know... like an affectionate term... for someone.” He raised a brow. “I meant... the anger and stuff. Running helps me.”
“No.” She said stubbornly. Although most mortals were exactly that to her. “You were kind, you were a gentlemen. The last thing I want is for you to be hurt.” She folded her arms. “And I hope i’m wrong.”
“You don’t need to repay me... or whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “Kind guys like me seem to get shit on in this town. I don’t need to prove myself to you.”
“Hey, babe. Are you okay? Take it easy there.”
“Babe?” she questioned, her breathing still heavy and ragged. “I’m fine, really. I’ve been doing this for a long time.”
“I uh... it’s just a... sorry,” he shook his head, glancing away a moment. “Yeah... I get it. I do the same. Gets rid of all that... built up stuff.”
Emily raised an eyebrow, laughing for a moment. Mortal men weren’t too different to immortal men. “Or perhaps you should listen to them.” She half smiled, finding herself amusing. “I did not wish for you to walk me home and yet you did.” She shook her head. “I never said I did. But I believe I have morals.”
Dylan was not impressed when she laughed at him, yanking on the door in temper. “I suggest you back away, and let me get my drink.” He shook his head. “Yeah, well, I was an idiot. I’m just a joke to you.”
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She was glad that Dylan was responding well to her moves, but she was running out of them. She wasn’t sure what to do next, now that she was firmly situated on top of him, making out. It was as far as she ever really got in high school, and afterwards, she just let someone else take control. She ran her hands from behind his shoulders down his chest where she played at the edges of his shirt. She didn’t quite pull it at first, but running her hands on his toned stomach, her nails gently scraping his skin, watching his reaction. “So, is this what you came over here for?” she asked, part seriously, but with a joking tone behind it. She didn’t want him to know that she cared much about his reasoning for being with her.
Dylan was lost in her, his hands exploring any part of her body he could reach. He had a beautiful blonde on his lap, and right now she was all he could think about. He was good at this, it came easy to him. He knew how to seduce a girl, he knew how to touch them, and he loved the rush that came with it. But there was something about Melanie... that really got to him. Maybe it was knowing... that they were the same. He let out a breath as her hands ran down his chest, the contact feeling good. “Fuck...” he breathed, her nails against his skin really turning him on. “Not specially. I came to find out more about you... about what we are... but this has definitely crossed my mind,” he said breathless, struggling to find when words with the position they were in. He just wanted her.
Emilia continued to walk beside him, folding her arms. “It’s dangerous.” She said again, looking over him. “And you…really look not so good.” She looked around again, her eyes scanning the darkness. “I couldn’t leave you out here alone, my conscious wouldn’t be clean.”
Dylan scoffed, turning back with his hand on the door. “Y’know what... I’ve fucking had enough of women in this town telling me what is dangerous or not.” He shook his head. “Don’t use my own words against me. You didn’t want help, neither do I. Just leave me alone. You don’t care about me.”
Emily rolled her eyes, why were mortals so stubborn? “I’m trying to be nice,” She scoffed. “And I wouldn’t advise it.” She herself was a vampire, she knew what the hunger was like. The right vampire would have no problem with draining him.
He shook his head, making his way towards the bar. “And I told you I’d leave you alone. Please do the same for me.” He kept his eyes forward. “I’m a fucking grown man and I need a beer.”
Alice nodded. “Don’t worry about it too much. I don’t have too much of a problem hearing it, I just won’t say it myself. But I’ll let you know if you get out of control, and not even with a slap.” She laughed, shaking her head, knowing a few people would say he couldn’t, but she might as well not rain on his parade. “To meeting strangers in bars,” she echoed, taking a drink.
Dylan laughed, a smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did slap me. Women have done worse,” he smirked, taking a sip of his drink. “So, do you do this often? Meet strangers in bars?”
Emily was getting a bit better, recovering from her little relapse. She was feeding regularly with Elliot and…that helped. She smelt the werewolf before she saw him and he smelled familiar. She didn’t want to follow him, but she could feel him stumbling. When he spoke she was surprised and looked around. “I..you shouldn’t be out so late, not…looking so weak.”
Dylan scoffed slightly when he realised who the blonde was. He didn’t need this right now. The girl made herself perfectly clear the other night. “I’m fine. Peachy. Don’t worry about it. I’m just going for a beer. You don’t have to talk to me.”
“Your personal life is my business if you’re with her. If your with her you may get hurt. I don’t want to see you get hurt. Honestly if I were you I would get as far away from this town as you could. This is a dangerous town.“
“Really? Who died and made you fucking queen bee? Oh wait. Her father. If anything your personal life should be her business. But she’s not that twisted. I can decide where to live, who to trust and who to spend time with on my own thanks. Stay the fuck away from me.”
Dylan looked pale and tired as he walked through the town square. “I know I look great,” the werewolf said with a bitter laugh, his body felt weak and exhausted from his turn.
