Millie Eve Cason

Vampire Appears Twenty-Two Is Actually 106 DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Elizabeth Olsen, nor am I in any way affiliated with her.

[adriankostya]

Almost Is Never Enough |  Millie & Adrian

Adrian made his way through the deserted streets of Oxford, his mind going over and over the last couple of hours. It had been a while since the vampire had found himself in a mess like that. While he never really doubted the fact that he would escape he sure as hell hadn’t planned on it going down the way it did. Then again, he was a 300 year old vampire and had still gotten captured by humans - the fact that he was saved by one shouldn’t have been all that surprising.

But it was.

Since being turn he’d always had a soft spot when it came to humans - but Adrian wasn’t an idiot, he knew just how cruel humans could be. Yet it had never been enough for him to lose his faith in them entirely…which was just one of many reasons why the vampire found himself in front of Luke Vranians mansion rather than at Ariellas. As soon as he had gotten Ronnie to safety and made sure she would recuperate, Adrian took off again. He had the rest of time to fully regain his strength. Right now, there were more important things at hand.

Like seeing her again.

He’d thought about her practically every day he’d been in that basement. In fact, a part of Adrian had been worried that she might have left during the short time he was gone. He was glad to see that wasn’t the case when Millie had been the one to answer the door.

"Hi," was all he could muster at the moment, a weak smile on his face. He probably looked at great as he felt but again, there were more important things at hand right now.

[millie-eve-cason]

It had been tough; realizing that Adrian was gone... again. She'd been so happy to see him again, she'd even held some kind of ridiculous hope that they might have been able to talk about what had happened and why he'd left the first time. Now that she was a vampire herself, she could almost understand why, but she'd wanted his side of the story, the details she didn't know. But when she'd gone looking for him all over Oxford to find him nowhere, she was heartbroken.

She had spent the entire time he was missing thinking that she was an idiot, that she should have realized that there was no chance of her having some kind of normal friendship - much less a relationship. She'd spent many evenings sitting across the couch from Lucian, gazing at him and trying to make her mind realize that he was the only man that wouldn't leave her. That she needed to forget Adrian and focus on keeping her Maker happy.

And she'd done a rather good job of it. Only on days where Luke was out for the night did she allow herself to weep, or listen to music that made her think of the dark haired man who'd left.

That is until he showed up at her door. Millie gazed at him with wide eyes. She couldn't possibly have guessed just by looking at him what he'd gone through, but she could see the char around his wrists and neck that was left behind after vampire skin had healed from the touch of silver. She could smell the reek of a nasty human being on him, and suddenly she felt like the scum of the earth for thinking he'd left when she should have been trying to save him from whatever had befallen him.

"Adrian!" she said, stepping over the threshold and wrapping her arms around his neck, clinging him to her slight frame. "What happened to you?!" she asked him as she pulled back and gazed at him, then she shook her head. It was something to watch. Millie had ceased to exist when she'd become a vampire. She'd become Eve, a monster of the night who cared little for anyone besides herself and her maker. But with Adrian, Eve fell so easily back into the maternal, loving patterns of who she'd been as a human.

"No, no, don't worry about explaining yet," she said, gripping his hand and bringing him into the house. She led him over to one of the large couches and motioned for him to sit before speeding to the fridge and then back, handing him a bag of blood, "Drink, you look like you need it." Even by vampire standards, he was pale. Whatever he'd been through had taken a lot out of him, and she wanted him to get well before worrying about anything else. She took a seat beside him after once more speeding off to the kitchen and back, this time with a wet rag. Quietly she went about trying to clean off the tell tale signs that he'd been injured, hoping that somehow her taking care of him would make up for her assuming he'd left her.

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[millie-eve-cason]

I'd like to say we gave it a try, I'd like to blame it all on life. Maybe we just weren't right, but that's a lie, that's a lie. Almost, almost is never enough. So close to being in love. If I would have known that you wanted me the way I wanted you; Then maybe we wouldn't be two worlds apart,          -- but right here [ in each other's arms ]

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Hopeless Wanderers || Eve & Lucian (closed)

[lukevranian]

His lids were heavy things, as she leaned into him, her perfume heady and captivating. As she leaned against him, Luke’s grateful arms encircled her, one around her slender waist, another tangling through her luxurious hair. He didn’t respond at once, preferring to hear her voice so delightfully close to his ear. To him, their time together had been but a brief spell, but no less powerful for that. Time inched on but they did not, the only static beings in a wavering universe.

He had longed for her, longed for this moment in a black haze of his own self-made anguish. His mind had long been a cage for his heart. Stretching his fingertips across velvet time in dreams to touch her face again had been his only respite. “No ocean could keep us apart forever, if we did not will it so,” he whispered as she pulled away, his blue eyes reflecting back the inky night. “We need never be apart so long again,” he assured her. Luke meant to be King. He intended to cast the proud queen from her throne and take her crown, and then who would gainsay him? The world was his for the taking. But one step at a time, he reminded himself. First, he must confirm with Eve how things stood. It seemed they teetered on the very brink, ripe for the taking. The wolves, he knew, were the key and soon he would have each clawing at the other’s throat without knowing from whom it had all begun. Ariella would be next…But Ariella was only the beginning and even of her he must needs be careful. One misstep would spell his certain ruin. He could only hope that, if he failed, he would not drag his Eve down with him. “It would be my delight,” he responded, his eyes were warm now, as he turned them on her. The truth was, whatever they did, so long as they were together he could finally be at rest. That was all that mattered. “To hear you, to touch you…” As her hand found his, he intwined their fingers. “It is my only delight.” The house was as much a part of nature as the outdoors. With grand, sweeping windows, a creek that ran under a glass roof, and an array of living plants that bent over their water source, Luke cast intent eyes around him. Schools of fish flicked through the waters while stone and wood held aloft the ceiling and hemmed in the walls. “Why, Eve,” he began with a mischievous grin, pulling her close. “You have brought me all the wonders of sunlit nature without ever having to step into the sun.” Planting a kiss on the top of her head, he gazed around them. “I could not ask for a more glorious gift.” He gazed down at her, blue eyes thoughtful. “I saw you, once, in the sunlight while you still lived. Do you remember? I watched the sunrise cast color into your face, rosy hues splashing across your cheeks and warmth stirring your lips. I would see that again.” Hands still entwined, he led her to the vast window and looked out over the territory they shared. “Soon, my darling, this will all be yours, every acre and tree and clump of dirt your eye can see will belong to you for, if I am King, you will surely be my Queen.” Standing behind her, Luke wrapped his arms around her. “Every billowing fountain and blossoming flower will be within your dominion. Soon,” he whispered. “Soon.” Bending his neck, he kissing her jaw, feeling the firm bone beneath and down her tender throat. He could still remember the taste of her blood against his lips. She was inebriating: her scent, her voice, her skin. “Tell me you have missed me,” he added, his lips close to her ear, now. “Tell me how you have longed for my presence.”

[millie-eve-cason]

"Of course I remember," she told him with a light smile. How could she have forgotten the way he'd gazed at her as he stood in the shadows of their temporary home while she was still human. The sun had bled through the windows, basking her in what would become her last day of sunlight. He'd retreated to a far corner of the room that the sun never touched, and for a long time had just gazed. She'd wondered, at the time, what he was thinking. But, as a human, she never could have wagered a guess at what his immortal and powerful mind were thinking.

Now, as they stood together in yet another new home, she could almost hear his thoughts as if he'd said them aloud that day. She understood him so much better now as a fellow member of the night than she ever could have even imagined as a human.

She was pulled from her reverie of thought as his lips touched the skin of her throat, only to be plunged into a whole other set of memories. She remembered all too well the way his fangs had sunk into her flesh, and the feeling of her life force flowing from her own body and into his. She hadn't expected it to be as erotic as it had been. She almost missed being human when she remembered the feel of his arms clutching her, his fangs in her neck...

"Oh, Lucian," she breathed out, craning her head into his as the feel of his breath on her ear ran down her spine. The things he could do to her. It was so easy, how he affected her. It almost bothered her sometimes, because she wondered if she could ever do the same to him. 

Her arms laid atop his that encircled his for a moment before she quickly spun around in his arms, her own encircling his neck. "I don't exist properly without your presence, Lucian," she told him, her fingers combing through the curled ends of his hair. Her face remained very serious, but seduction began to twinkle in her green eyes. Her fingers brushed down his neck before dipping under his wool coat and pressing it off his shoulders. "We may have spoken over the phone," she said as she took his wool coat and laid it easily over a nearby chair, then within an instant was standing before him again. Her fingers grasped the scarf he wore and slowly pulled on one side of it, her eyes locked on his as it pulled away from his neck.

"I regretted leaving for this place early as soon as we were apart," she said softly before biting down on her lower lip and letting his scarf fall to the floor. "I've craved you, your touch, every night," she said softly as she leaned up and placed her lips against his neck. Her fingers tangled into his hair. Her lips were now at his ear as she whispered, "Thinking of you simply drove me wild. I couldn't wait for us to be together and to feel your skin against mine once again."

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[millie-eve-cason]

Someone New || Eve & Adrian (closed)

[adriankostya]

Adrian was one of the rare few who would proudly consider Oxford home. Despite being centuries old, there was something weirdly comforting about the small town (probably the fact that it was home to so many supernaturals). It had been his permanent residence ever since Ariella had become queen of Mississippi, but that didn’t mean occasional get aways weren’t taken. Adrian was returning from his three month long stay up north, since he always took off during the hottest time of the year. Having grown up in Russia, the vampire still preferred the cold weather any day…even if he hadn’t returned home since being turned.

His reunion with Ariella was cut short due to the fact that the queen was summoned to handle some business on the outskirts of town. Despite her offer to join him, Adrian opted for sticking in town. Apparently, a lot had happened in the three months he was gone. What intrigued him the most was word that a vampire bar had been opened in town. Curious, Adrian decided to make his way there. Unfortunately, his plans were put on halt when he ran into a familiar face. A face he never expected to see again.

Adrian was frozen. It wasn’t possible. His mind had to be playing tricks on him. The thought of Eve had been long gone from his mind for nearly a century because he had made it that way. Shortly after being turned, Adrian had learned to conceal his emotions, as any vampire should. He could no longer afford to care for others, particularly humans who were seen as disposable to people like him. Or at least they had been until he met Eve. Saving her life had been meant to be nothing more than his good deed of the day. Before he knew it, Adrian was a constant companion of hers, even leaving his place beside Ariella to be with her. Years of concealing his emotions were shot to hell when he met Mildred Cason, even if she had been a mere child at the time.

But she had died. Adrian had felt her die. In fact, he could still remember the exact moment…Despite the fact that he had buried her deep in his past, Adrian couldn’t ignore the smallest glimmer of hope in his chest now as he made his way over to her. All doubt was gone the moment she brushed her hand gently against his cheek. She was real. Eve was alive and well, standing before him.

Adrian was unable to summon a single word, the mixture of shock and disbelief suddenly too powerful. All he could do was wrap his arms tightly around Eve, burring his face in the crook of her neck. “I thought I lost you,” he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

[millie-eve-cason]

As his arms wrapped around her, Millie felt... human again. She could all too easily the way his arms had felt upon her warm body. She'd been so young then, but she had been so deeply in love with him. She'd been so sure that he was going to whisk her away from her inane life. And the longer she stood here in his embrace, the more she felt herself being swept up in the same swirl of emotions he'd always brought to her before.

"I thought the same," she said softly, her fingers now trailing lightly through his hair. Millie pulled back and looked at him. So many questions ran through her mind, but she asked the one that meant the most, "Why didn't you ever come back for me?" She pressed her lips together before glancing down, "I suppose I shouldn't care anymore, right? It's the past." She was one hundred years old, and still felt like a little girl sometimes.

Her hands trailed down his neck and rested flat against his chest. "I'm glad you're still doing well," she said to him, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "I've thought of you often," she added before pressing her lips together and then letting out a breath. How was she still so nervous? She was now one hundred and six years old. She shouldn't still be nervous about a man who probably didn't have any remaining feelings for her.