“Aren’t those the lines we give humans to make them feel safe?” Brushing herself off, she smiled. “Look before you vamp out on me, I get this whole war thing, usually I like this war, but today, for just one day, can we just be. Laurel tried not to look him, to notice the line of his chin, the curves of his body; she was tired and hungry, a tiredness that came from a losing battle, from killing one brother just to stay away from another. She’d under estimated Nick; he was willing to sacrifice anything to get to her, even her younger brother.
“OH,” she apologized realizing she was still on top of him, it was something about his eyes; he didn’t even smell like the vampires she’d encountered before. Instantly she was standing looking down at him. Not that he needed it, but she put a delicate hand out to help him up. “But if you’ve got a coven and this is it for me just do it quick.” Her voice held a sad tone, one of deep loss.
“I killed my little brother today,” Laurel began unusually submissive and quite, he would follow me, he would,” at that she turned away. “Usually, I’m a monster,” she tried to smile. “So fight or ....?”
If he had been human she would have seduced him, taken pleasure in his skin, his smell, and then she would ... what would she have done? Standing there looking at him, she knew she wouldn’t.
“I'm Laurel, you should at least know my name,” she was falling back into one of the human habits she’d forsaken so long ago. Then she shook her long dark mane. “No,” she answered her own question, “no more dying today, I won’t ...” Laurel stared off into the distance, “I’m usually not like this, and you don’t have to have an explanation do you. Guess my human side has made its way to the surface. If you will pardon me, I’ll make my exit.