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maybe see you never will be our always

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@mibell: happy halloween

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@mibell: it’s giving italy in 1918

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@mibell: does this make me snow white

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@mibell: it’s valentine’s day so here’s a thirst trap

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@mibell: maybe photography is my calling. don’t mind my foot, I definitely was not trying to kick esme out of a moving vehicle

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@mibell: snow white at your service I guess

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“I want to be with you forever,” Milo mumbled against Esme’s neck in Italian as he held her frame flush against his body. Her arms were wound around him just as tight, and she kept asking him if he was sure and telling him that she would still love him even if he didn’t want to be turned. But he did want to be turned, he was in love and the fact that he couldn’t grow old with his other half was something that kept him up at night. No, they couldn’t grow old together, but they could live out eternity by one another’s side. 

His only other choice was going to war and risking everything. His life, his future with Esme. He didn’t want to die on the battlefield. If he was going to die, he wanted it to be at the hands of his love, knowing full well that he would wake up the next day to her smiling face. Being undead wouldn’t be that bad if it meant being undead with her. “I’m sure, Esme. I’ve never been more sure than anything in my entire life,” he reassured her, pulling away just enough to grasp both of her hands in his. His hazel eyes gazed deeply into her brown ones, and he looked at her with as much certainty as he felt.

Then he watched with wide, intrigued but not fearful eyes as her face twisted and her fangs were revealed. It wasn’t the first time Milo had seen them, he had let her drink from his neck more than a few times, and sometimes she had that reaction just from kissing his skin. He had had Esme explain it to him before. How hearing the soft thud of his heartbeat could set it off, or feeling his pulse thrum against her lips. Milo wasn’t scared of her though, he knew she would never hurt him.

Esme bit into her own wrist and then Milo’s, and hers was at his mouth while his was at hers and they were drinking from each other. When they did this, he felt like it was one of the most intimate things they could do. It was rare for her to let it happen, but tonight was special. Tonight, was Milo’s last night as a human.

They drank from each other until she pulled back and told him it was time. Then they kissed until the last thing he heard was a loud crack, and everything went to complete darkness. When his eyes fluttered open, Milo searched the room for Esme but she was no where to be found. Not in his home, not in hers, not even in the small Italian town. She was gone, without a word, without a note, without any sort of warning. 

Part of Milo didn’t want to feed to complete the transition. What was the point without Esme? She was the only reason he wanted to turn in the first place and she had abandoned him before he had even woken. But he did complete the transition. A young man who was following a young woman, not taking no as an answer from her. Milo pinned him against the wall and drank from his neck savagely. The piercing, frightened screams from the woman rang in his ears as she ran away. The man struggled against him, but Milo didn’t know how to stop. He couldn’t stop. And he didn’t until there was not a drop of blood left in his body, and that was when Milo knew that his transition into a vampire was complete.

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dancing in the dark;

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“Well, I’m not very polite.” Esme retorted but let Milo take control of the situation and hold her next shot for her. As Milo led her back to the others, his fingers on her wrist practically burned against her skin in the best way. It hadn’t occurred to her just how starved for his touch she was until right now, and she was definitely in trouble if she let these emotions start to scrape the surface. Shaking her head, she smiled at Josh and Mary and took her shot along with the rest of them, needing to be distracted from her thoughts about Milo. The others made their way deeper into the crowd to dance, and Esme decided to follow suit. Glancing up at Milo, she nudged his arm, “Time to dance, Milo.” She thought about dragging him to dance with her, but decided that would be pressing her luck a little too much. Instead, Esme followed Josh and Mary without a look back at Milo and began to dance, letting the bass from the music take over her senses. It was a poor attempt to distract herself from feeling things for Milo, but Esme had to give it a shot.

Milo was internally groaning at the idea of dancing. The evolution of dancing in the past century was almost more than he could comprehend. Back in the day, he used to love staying up late with Esme, doing traditional dances outside in the garden underneath the moonlight with no music playing. Now they were in a club with some weird EDM music playing and everyone was just grinding. That wasn’t dancing to Milo, but he couldn’t dance the way he wanted with the girl he wanted to anymore. He began to sway to the music near his friends, Mary and Josh mostly jumped up and down together. Moments later, Milo felt a presence starting to approach. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a girl approach. Bright colored lights were flashing against her porcelain skin, and despite them he could still see the veins running around her neck. Her fingers brushed over his shoulder as she moved to stand in front of him. “Hi, I’m Brianna. Wanna dance?” She spoke loudly to him over the music. He couldn’t help but smirk as he leaned down to look her in the eyes before compelling her, “I’m Milo. And yes, only if you let me drink from your neck while we do. Don’t worry, you’ll like it.” Brianna blinked after the compulsion and nodded her head with a big grin, turning around to start to grind with him. Clubs were a too easy feeding place, and he looked up at Josh and Mary to make sure they were covering him. His one hand moved to Brianna’s hips as they ‘danced’ while his other brushed her hair away from her neck. Milo dipped his head down towards her neck, just grazing his lips over it, not wanting to give into the blood lust just yet.

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Esme’s stomach turned as she watched Mary practically glue herself to Milo but Esme managed to keep her expression calm. Soon she was at the bar right next to Milo and looking at him with a slight smirk in response to his question, “Am I not allowed to try and enjoy myself with a night out dancing? I think it would be more appropriate to ask what you’re doing here.. Even if it’s for a friend’s birthday, you don’t strike me as the clubbing type.” She watched the bartender prepare her a special drink before speaking to Milo again, knowing that the music was loud enough to block their conversation from any prying ears, Mary and Josh’s to be exact, “So, this Mary, is she like that all of the time or was that back there a show purely for my benefit?” Esme shrugged as the bartender handed her her shot, “If it wasn’t, then I’m just saying I wasn’t aware blonde was your type.” With a quick glance back at Mary and Josh, Esme knew she was going to need more than one shot to get through the night. She pounded back the one in her hand and the ounce of blood made all of the difference in the world. Closing her eyes for a second, she sighed happily and looked into the bartender’s eyes with her most compelling smile, “One more please, darling.”

“I’m not the clubbing type, that’s why I’m only here because it’s a friend’s birthday,” Milo gave a shrug of his shoulders, drumming his fingers on the bar top. “She’s not like that all of the time, just most nights and special occasions,” his brows raised and he fought a smirk. Clearly seeing him with Mary had struck a jealous chord within Esme, even if she was trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing. “As for a type, women are my type,” he spoke with a smug smirk, looking around the club and not at the girl beside him. Eyes were already being drawn to him as he leaned against the bar. He could pluck five women from the crowd right now to dance with, to drink from, but instead he stayed put. For the past century, his type had been anyone who didn’t remind him of Esme. If Mary hadn’t been one of his best friends, she would’ve been the ideal girl for him to bring home one night because not a thing about her screamed Esme. “You know, that was supposed to be saved for a birthday toast. Not very polite,” he tsked. When the bartender brought over her second shot, he quickly snatched it before she could. His fingers gently wrapped around her wrist and he brought her back over to his friends. “Finally! I was worried that you’d run off,” Mary pouted. Milo chuckled, “And miss your 21st birthday? I’d never.” Josh passed around the shots he was holding and Milo gave Esme the glass he had nicked from her. “To a fun night, let’s cause a little trouble,” Mary toasted before they all clinked their glasses and downed their shots. “Joshie, it’s your turn to dance,” the blonde beamed and she grabbed Josh by the front of his shirt to tug him away.

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Esme gave a polite nod to Mary and Josh but became incredibly tense as Josh opened his mouth. She knew what she had done to Milo was horrible, but hearing it from his friend felt like a blow to the heart all over again and she felt like absolute garbage. Honestly, she didn’t even want to entertain Josh’s words and so she ignored them, hardly looking his way. This Mary girl was clearly trying to test Esme’s patience, though, and she wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction. Despite how awful she felt about this situation and how little she wanted to remain around these people, she looked at Milo and gave him a tight smile before replying to Mary pleasantly, “I’d love to, if you’ll have me.” Reluctantly turning to Josh, she held out her hand and quirked an eyebrow up, “Care to spare one of those? Or can you point me in the direction of the bartender who made them?” On the inside, Esme wanted to die all over again while also thinking about the millions of ways she could tear Mary apart. But she kept the violent thoughts internal, and was determined to stay civilized, hell, maybe even cheerful. If she was going to leave an impression on Milo’s friends, she wanted them to see that she was more than just the villain from his worst nightmare.

Milo grimaced at the invitation that Mary had extended to Esme and internally swore when his ex accepted. “Hmmm, what should we toast to, Mi?” Mary asked in a purr, tilting her head back so it was leaning against his chest as she blindly plucked a shot glass out of Josh’s hand. There was a glint in her blue eyes as she smirked at him, and it made his lips twitch at the corner. The relationship between the two of them was strictly platonic, but it wasn’t the first time Mary decided to take it upon herself to latch onto him when there was a woman interested in him around. She loved to see how jealous the other would become, and Milo was intrigued as to what Esme’s reaction would be. “We’ll have to get Esme a drink before we toast,” he replied, dropping a kiss to her forehead before pulling away and nodding for Esme to follow him to the bar. With supernatural speed, he was at the bar in a second, knowing that no one would spot him using his vampire powers in such a crowded place. Milo spotted the bartender that Josh had compelled only moments before and repeated the action, asking for one more order of their special shot glass. “So, what are you doing here?” He finally asked, just barely looking in Esme’s direction.

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Dancing was proving to be a rather effective distraction. Esme was starting to feel her spirits lift slightly as she smiled aimlessly at the sea of unrecognizable faces. That is, until her dancing came to a full stop and she froze on the spot. This had to be some sort of cruel joke, a hallucination. There was no way she was seeing Milo right now. Esme took a few strides forward to approach where she thought she saw him and sure enough, it was Milo. He was dancing of all things. She’d only gotten him to dance maybe once or twice back when they had been together. But he wasn’t alone on the dance floor, which made her heart sink. He hadn’t spotted her yet, so she had a choice. Esme could either turn around and lose herself in the crowd and try to salvage the rest of her night, or she could confront Milo directly and get another awkward encounter out of the way. It wasn’t really a conscious decision, but she soon found herself walking towards Milo with purpose until they were barely a couple feet apart. Shouting above the music, Esme blurted out incredulously, “Since when do you go clubbing?!” She was sure this was the last place Milo would be and yet, there he was with a beautiful blonde on his arm. Esme knew she had absolutely no right to feel the way she did, but she felt sick.

Before Esme even said a word, his body went frigid. He knew she was approaching, his heightened senses could recognize the familiar scent of her perfume anywhere. Milo was about to turn to respond when Mary interjected with a loud laugh, “He doesn’t without being dragged by the ear!” The blonde twirled so she was standing between Esme and Milo, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your pretty friend, Mi?” As if on cue, Josh showed up with three shot glasses in hand. The normally clear liquor had a faint red tint in each glass. “Alright, round of shots!” He announced before taking in the scene in front of him, looking at his friends and the stranger confusedly. “Mary, Josh, this is Esme. Esme, this is Mary, and this is Josh.” Josh’s jaw nearly unhinged from his head as it dropped. “No fucking way, the Esme!? The Esme who turned you and ran away the next day?!” With a stoic expression, Milo simply nodded his head. Josh made an oof face and then laughed, “Damn Esme, you are one cold hearted vamp. No pun intended.” Milo just swallowed thickly, feeling more uncomfortable with this encounter than any of his others with Esme. Obviously he had told the story of how he was turned to his best friends but he did fail to mention that she was in Seattle. Mary made a point to lean back into Milo’s body, wanting to see what kind of reaction it would get out of Esme, “Want to join in on my 21st birthday festivities Esme? A girl only turns 21 again once a year.” 

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dancing in the dark;

Ever since Milo had re-entered her life, Esme felt off. The balance in her life had been knocked off its kilter and she didn’t feel like herself anymore. It wasn’t like they saw each other all that often, but it was just the knowledge that he was alive and well, and could turn up at any moment with no warning. The reintroduction of the only man she’d ever loved was doing a real number on her mentally, and being a vampire with heightened emotions did not help her situation at all. So maybe that’s why she decided going out dancing would be a good idea tonight. Or maybe she just wanted to wear her favorite slutty dress and be ogled by anyone who wanted to stare. There was only one really good club in town and she had charmed her way onto the VIP list so many times, she was practically family among the bartenders, no compulsion necessary. Within minutes of arriving, Esme was already dancing her way into the middle of the dancefloor, hoping the music would be loud enough to drown out her thoughts about Milo.

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It wasn’t often that Milo went out. For a drink at a pub? Sure. To pretend to eat human food with his vampire friends so they can keep up appearances? Absolutely. Clubbing? He loathed the idea. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was one of said vampire friend’s ‘birthday’ then he would probably be in his loft studio apartment trying to forget that Esme existed not just in the world but in the same city as him. Maybe being in a club would be a better distraction. Loud music, bright lights, women who want to dance with necks that were meant to be drank from; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. Mary’s blonde ponytail swung side to side as she walked in front of Milo as if the club was her own personal runway. A tiara sat on top of her head, and a sash was wrapped around her frame that read ‘finally 21′. It just so happened that it was the sixtieth time that she turned 21. Beside him was Josh, who was quite young compared to them. Born in the 1980′s, and in the earlier 2000′s he got involved with a gang whose initiation ceremony nearly killed him. Mary found him just in time to turn him. Then, she took him under her wing, showing him how to be a vampire the way that Milo never received. The two were practically joined at the hip but they did welcome Milo into their group with open arms. Mary’s pale hand clamped around Milo’s as she tugged him farther into the club toward the dance floor and she smirked, “Try not to frown, sweetie, it’s my birthday.” Josh chuckled softly, “That’s his resting Milo face.” The oldest sneered at his two friends, “Ha-ha very funny.” Mary shrugged and pressed a manicured fingertip to Josh’s chest, “Joshie, be a dear and get us a round of drinks? We need someone to loosen up.” With a nod of his head, Josh headed toward the bar. “You, you’re coming with me and no complaints cause it’s my birthday!” Mary exclaimed at Milo. Her hand was back in his, and with super speed they were suddenly hidden within a crowd of dancing bodies. Milo sighed, “This is you forcing me to dance, isn’t it?” The blonde quickly nodded with a bright grin, the lights from all around her changing the colors of her face. Instead of huffing, he took hold of Mary’s hand, twirling her under his arm as she let out a giddy laugh.

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He didn’t offer many details and Esme couldn’t blame him. A casual conversation was probably not something Milo had anticipated or even wanted with someone who had left him high and dry decades ago. So Esme clung to the minute information he gave, and answered his question without skipping a beat, “At a nearby grocery store, actually. I overheard her telling the cashier her life story and to be honest, she sounded lonely. So I stopped her in the parking lot, got the details I needed and, well, here I am.” Esme shrugged a shoulder as she tried not to dwell on the fact that she was taking advantage of Mrs. Wong. Wanting to keep the conversation going, she tried asking Milo a few more innocent questions, “Your humans, have you been with them long term? Are they a married couple? Or maybe some frat boys?”

Milo licked his lips as he thought of the situation at hand. Here he was, standing in the house that Esme was staying in. Drinking some coffee and having a chat after he brought her blood. Why was he doing this? Maybe he was a masochist after all, it would make sense. He did fall in love with a vampire over a century ago. His head was telling him to get the fuck out of there, but instead he stayed put, and he knew deep down it was because of his no longer beating heart. “Not long in the vampire sense, but two years. And they’re neither. Two best friend divorcees who like to fawn over me with zero compulsion.” He chuckled softly.

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She smiled at his smile while she listened, nodding at the location of where Milo currently lived. What Esme really wanted to know was if Milo was in a relationship, but at the risk of making things awkward, there was no way she could come out and ask him directly. She wanted to assume the answer was no, and yet, she was afraid to know if the answer was yes. “Oh, that’s not too bad, then. Any roommates?”

Casual conversation, that was a good thing right? That they could just talk without wanting to rip each other to shreds. Not that she had anything to be angry for, unless she was upset he was holding a grudge. Trying to hold a grudge at least, but he would deny it if anyone said otherwise. “Two. Both human, like yourself,” he nodded to the exit that Mrs. Wong walked out of, “Where did you find hers anyways.”

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She watched the tiny smile appear on his lips and it was all she could have ever hoped for. Not wanting to give away her excitement, Esme nodded her head calmly, thankful for the interruption as she heard Mrs. Wong walk into the room with a cup of coffee for Milo. Nearly forgetting the old lady existed, Esme went over to her house mate as soon as the coffee was set down on the table. “Thank you. Why don’t you go lie down for awhile? You’ve been on your feet far too much today and deserve the rest.” While it was true that Esme didn’t exactly feel comfortable compelling the sweet lady in front of her, she knew it was necessary for her protection as well as Mrs. Wong’s. Once she was alone with Milo again, Esme shook her head, “Sorry about that, I half forgot she was even here.” She let out an embarrassed laugh before hesitantly asking Milo, “Do you live nearby? Or is that too forward of me to ask?”

Milo smiled politely at Mrs. Wong as he accepted the coffee, his brows raising slightly as he listened to Esme compel her to go rest. He sipped his drink and looked over at the other vampire. “Um, no, it’s not forward. Only a few miles away, vampire speed made it seem much closer.” Milo smiles and nods, “More center city.”

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Esme swore she felt her heart flutter at his words. Milo’s consideration for her gave her hope. Hope that maybe one day she could get his forgiveness. It was still far too soon for that, Esme wasn’t naive. But this arrangement seemed like a step in the right direction if she’d ever seen one. A slight smile touched her lips as she looked over at him, “Does that mean you’ve accepted the fact that I’m here to stay? Because I meant it the first time I said it and I still mean it now.”

He looked at Esme for a long moment, biting his lip. He was trying to decide how he felt with her being set on staying. Milo didn’t want to get his hopes up that she would actually stick around, but he also wasn’t completely sure if he did want her to. Closure would be nice to get from her, but he was too stubborn to try and get it from her, no matter how much she apologized. “We’ll see how it goes,” he nods with a small smile, biting back the snarky remark that had been on the tip of his tongue.

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As she listened to him, Esme set the backpack down on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch, folding her hands neatly in her lap while she considered Milo’s offer. On the inside, she was jumping for joy at the fact that he was apparently willing to see her more than once, and his concern for her well being, whatever his motives behind it may be, caught her a little off guard. Keeping her voice even, she spoke cautiously, “You would really do that? Visit multiple times just to make sure I’m not going overboard? Why?”

He let out a soft sigh as she asked him why. Because for some reason he wanted to take care of her the way that she never did for him. Because even after a century of not seeing each other, he felt such a strong pull to her. Because even though he hated her, he still loved her. “Because I like living here without being hunted. You should too.”