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Soph wasn’t really the brightest, but Amaya made it clear enough to where she knew the conversation was over for now. I knew that she wasn’t a sleeper, and most likely would be running back to her workspace to work on something else, but it was better than her being here. “Yes, Captain. I’ll leave you to your sleep.” Soph bowed deeply before moving to the door. “And if you see Ciaran, will you please tell him to stop avoiding me?” She didn’t give Amaya time to respond before she was out of the room and the door was clicking shut. 

I let out a small sigh when I was sure she was far enough away to not hear anything. I moved, careful not to touch Amaya as I stretched out my legs and zipped myself up fully. I knew after that, neither of us were in the mood to continue, though the lingering effects of whatever it was that happened earlier were still making my heart race slightly.

Crawling from under the desk, I looked curiously at the papers on the desk and nearly cursed when I realised they had been translated from whatever language into another language that I couldn’t understand. I assumed it was Japanese, as I heard it was a language Soph and Amaya shared in common. 

“What’s in the Caribbean?” I asked almost stupidly, my curiosity getting the best of me.

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The comment about Ciaran stung me deeply, but I was careful not to let it show on my face. I felt like I was doing something treacherous and awful, meddling where my kind need not tread. I stood from behind the desk once she left and walked over to my bed, sitting on the plush, unkempt linens, running my hands along the grain of the fabric. Something to ground me while I thought.

David. He likely took a wife, had kids, was an upstanding member of his port- he always seemed the kind for that. He never seemed cut out for privateering. He was too kind.

I was staring off lost in my thoughts when Ciaran jogged me out of them. “Nothing of consequence to the living.” I said, looking up at him. He’d tasted good. So sweet. Cardamom and honey. But my head was swimming so aggressively with thoughts of my betrayal and David that even the heady scent of it couldn’t tempt me. “Do you think you’re well enough to go?” I asked, straightening my posture. I worried his irksome persistence would drum up again.

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The Caribbean? Now I was interested. Last time I had been in those waters, I had sunk two separate ships and managed to get kicked out of one of the ports. It had been years. It took all my willpower to keep my mouth shut and my hand over my mouth so Soph didn’t realise I was here. My pants were still unbuttoned, but at least I was only at half mast now. If they could hurry up and leave, I could fix things and vanish.

Soph was too excited to even care to look down, which was a blessing. “There is a reason I know so many languages!” Soph and the Captian were both now speaking in a language that I didn’t understand, so I just listened to voices, hoping soon that at least Soph would leave. 

“Yeah. There is where we have to go based on this journal. I’m still not entirely sure what we are looking for though, Captain? It may help with my translations and searching if you can tell me more of what is going on?” Soph was leaning on the desk on one hand, her body twisted towards the Captain. “If it is something you want others to know, they won’t find out from me…”

Will you just LEAVE? I was screaming in my head but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do. My legs were cramping because I was really not small enough to be forced into such a space.

“I have more stuff I have worked out but some of the words don’t really make sense. I could go get those too and we can figure more out maybe together?” Soph’s voice was eager as she spoke in a language that I assumed to be Japanese.

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“Shit… Well, thank you for coming to me with this as swiftly as you did. You’re certainly making me pleased to have you in my employ.” I said, staring down at the pages, before looking back up to her. She was so happy and upbeat and it made me feel knotted up deep inside. Ciaran’s blood was still on my tongue and here I was, talking like nothing was wrong.

“As of right now, I cannot divulge any further information. I will share what I can when I am willing. For now, please leave your notes, and continue what you can.” I crossed my legs, keeping them away from Ciaran as best I could. “It’s late, Miss. Soph. You really should get to sleep. We’re going to have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” I said, nodding to her. I used my posture as captain to show that was my final word on the matter. If she was smart, she’d leave.

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        I was so angry at the person who knocked and confused by the fact that she was off of me. I let out an annoyed growl, but somehow managed to follow her directions by stumbling off of the bed and shakily pulling my pants up. Only problem was that I couldn’t actually button them – I was still at full mast and they were far too tight. I nearly fell over as she shoved me under the desk, but I pulled myself as far under as possible to try to not be seen. My breathing was still shaky and my entire body was still coursing with adrenaline and whatever drug she had managed to inject me with.

        “Captain!” Soph burst into the room past her, barely picking up on the fact that she had woken the captain up. She had a book and a journal in her hand, as well as a bunch of loose papers. “I was able to translate most of the passages in this journal, and I think you’d wanna see what I have right away.”

        Soph started moving towards the desk simply so she could put the stuff in her arms down so as to not dump them on the floor. She had no idea that Ciaran had a hand clasped over his mouth to try to muffle his heavy breathing.

        His heart thumped as she moved closer. Any closer and she would more than likely end up seeing him, which was not something either of them really wanted. He wanted Soph to leave him alone, but he wasn’t sure he was up for breaking her heart like that either. Though all he really wanted right now was for her to leave so he could throw Amaya onto the bed.

        “I’m still not sure—ah shit, can I put these on your desk? I think they are out of order.” She had defaulted to Japanese while she was around Amaya. It was one of her favourite languages to speak and she knew it made the captain feel a bit more at home.

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I about had a heart attack when Soph pushed in. Well… As close as a dead person could have? Jumping back, I got out of her way as she crossed over to the desk. I looked down at it in a slight panic- I did NOT want her to find him here. I think the general air of stress was sobering me up.

When she mentioned the journal I almost forgot. “Oh wow, you certainly are quick.” I said back, crossing over to my chair, sitting down, and moving in a bit to cover what little bit of Ciaran might be seen. This was going to be uncomfortable to say the least. I tried my best not to encroach on his space. It was probably cramped under there as it was.

“By all means-“ I nodded to the desk, moving some stuff out of the way. I glanced down to Ciaran briefly to make sure he was fine before looking back at the journal. I grabbed some of the papers and looked at it.

“The Caribbean?” I asked, looking up at her. I looked back down at the paper, I could hear his muffled breathing clear as day but Sofh likely couldn’t. But coordinates quickly pulled me out of focusing on Ciaran. “This… Is troublesome.” I said quietly to myself. This place… David lived here. I felt my heart quicken, out of what, I wasn’t sure. Fear, nervousness, anguish, some left over remnants of what might’ve been love… I didn’t know.

I shook my head. “What else did you find?” I asked, looking back up at her, hoping that Ciaran could keep his shit together and that I could get her out of here quickly.

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       As she licked my wrist, it was like a second dose of whatever it was affecting me entered my blood and the haze deepened. I moaned loudly and my eyes rolled back into my head. I could barely make sense of so much that was happening. I had never particularly liked blood, but the amount of blood now between us was so sensual that I couldn’t help but enjoy the taste of it myself. The taste of my blood in on her lips was enough to keep the haze.

       I growled and gripped her hips as she told me she needed me. I couldn’t form words. How was I supposed to when everything had turned so… carnal? Part of me knew this was more than just my own feelings, something else was at work here… But enough of it was me for me to really not care. I sat up, pressing my chest to hers. I moved my lips down to her neck and moved her body. I was so close to entering her and closing the last distance between our bodies, so close to getting what I wanted.

       Knock. Knock. Knock.

       I froze and everything seemed to stop. Did I ignore and keep going? I stared at the door, trying to blink through the haze and regain my own mind. And then, suddenly, the entire room seemed to turn over.

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I was seeing red, but I didn’t want to kill. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. All I knew was I needed this. I needed him. I wrapped my arms around him, moving with urgency as his lips traveled down my neck. This wasn’t going to be like last time. I knew he wasn’t him. He made me feel like more than a monster.

But then, just as we were about to consummate the damn act, there was three sharp raps on my wooden door outside. I pushed him back onto my bed and leapt off him.

“Put your pants on and hide!” I hissed throughmy teeth, wiping my mouth with my sleeve. “One moment!” I called, finding a dressing gown and throwing it on to cover the few traces of blood on my nightgown. I looked over to him, and around the room before I settled on my desk. I pushed him towards it, knowing he’d still be in a compromised state. “Get in there. Do not come one.” I told him quietly, but sternly as he ducked underneath. I went to the door and opened it to a surprise I wasn’t expecting in the least.

Soph. Staring me in the face. As I was about to sleep with the man she was in love with. This isn’t at all awkward.

“Oh, hello.” I said, clearing my throat, putting on my best sleepy act. Years of hardly sleeping… It’s not hard. “What brings you here at this hour, Soph?” I asked her, crossing my arms over my chest.

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      The surprise on her face when she saw that I did not back down was more than I had expected, but there almost seemed to be relief as well. It looked almost like she had wanted me to give in, but at the same time was glad that I did not. There was nothing about the woman in front of me that I actually understood, which was probably why I had started to care so much for her so quickly. I knew people. I could read most people the moment they walked up to me and yet she was an enigma. A beautiful, dangerous enigma that was about to drink some of the blood warm from my body.

      I felt my own pulse quicken. I was terrified and excited all at once.

      I smiled softly at her as she warned me, but I said nothing. I wasn’t sure that I could find my voice at this point and I didn’t want her to stop. As soon as her teeth pierced my wrist, I only slightly winced. I had felt worse pain, but expecting it seemed to make it so much worse. And then she began to drink.

      The feeling was… well, more than words could describe. Ecstasy is the closest term, but honestly that was not even enough. It was better than rum in absolutely every way. The feeling started in my brain. Every trouble, every worry washed away in a haze of warmth that spread to every part of my body – and I meant every part.

      Her drinking was done as soon as it was over, but the euphoria was still there. I didn’t know when it would wear off or how it would, but I honestly didn’t care. My eyes slowly opened (I honestly hadn’t even realised I had closed them) and I saw her face, which was flushed. I’m sure mine was too and my breathing heavy, but everything stopped when I saw her.

       Face, red. Eyes, red. Lips, red. Somehow, the blood on her lips made her that much more attractive to me. And then her lips, blood and all, were against mine. I groaned and pressed into the kiss, my hand moving up to the back of her head. The other hand, with blood dripping down the wrist, moved up to her cheek. I wanted so much more. My entire body was hot and I wanted to feel her against me. It was like everything I already felt for her was amplified a thousand times over.

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I pushed myself up into his lips, leaning up and wrapping my arms around his neck. The blood in my mouth mixed into his, the heady smell of it coming from his wrist. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan into his mouth, before, shifting my body more into his lap. I broke the kiss for a moment, taken over by sensation and desire alone, my eyes opened, though half lidded, I moved and kissed down his jaw, before leaning into his wrist, licking the trail of blood up to the wound to stem the flow of blood. The sweet taste overtook me again and I couldn’t help myself again.

Before I knew it, I had thrown my arms back around him, kissing him again, making us both fall back down onto the bed. There was an urgency to it. “I’ve never tasted anything like you before.” I said breathily, breaking the kiss, looking down at him, my hair falling over my shoulder, grazing the bed. I moved to straddle him, hiking up the skirt of my nightgown. “I want you.” My voice was a needy rasp, my hands moving up under his shirt, my nails raking down his chest. I felt so out of my normal self. The normal me would have surpassed these feelings and here I am, proudly declaring them. “I need you.” I took in a sharp breath. Deep, deep down, I wasn’t sure if this actually was me or the beast. I hoped it was me. It felt like it was me.