An effort to move on Who: Becky and Wally When: After dark Where: In and around Becky's home Warning: NSFW
Becky hadn't wanted to leave the house again that night, especially with it still being so rainy on and off, but baby diapers didn't wait, especially when the box of diapers she'd bought had been used up. Apparently she hadn't remembered those extra few diapers she left at her parents last time she visited. One diaper left, she had to make a trip to Wal-mart with Amy, despite it being a bit after the little girl's bedtime. The rain was in an off moment thankfully when she went to pull in her drive, but as luck would have it, if it wasn't one thing, it was another.
This time, it was a tire.
Pop!
Amy startled from her slumber as the car shifted a bit from the flat she'd just gotten. "How do I get a flat in my driveway?" Becky muttered, shaking her head and managing to get the car pulled in despite said flat. Turning the ignition off, she stuffed her keys into her purse and got out to retrieve Amy. "Shh, baby girl, it's alright." she murmured as she unfastened the seat belt. "Mommy's got you, it's okay."
As it happened, Wally was in the neighborhood. Well, not really as it happened - mostly he had been on a 'date'. Which meant he'd been getting a bite to drink. Well, he had to drink something, right? And there were some pretty willing ladies around here he'd found if you knew where to look. Not that she'd been entirely the right type. It was hard to get his type perfect. Still. Better than nothing at all.
So he was in the neighborhood, walking down the sidewalk (rain or no rain) in time to catch the sound of a pop. It wasn't really a loud sound but he'd caught it anyway and ended up catching sight of a lopsided car in a driveway. Well that wasn't good. Really, he would have normally just kept on walking but there was a woman. And apparently a baby because there was the unmistakable scent of baby on the air.
Approaching the woman and making sure she could hear his footsteps, he cleared his throat from some feet away, "Erm, everything alright?" After all, she may not have necessarily lived in that particular house. She might have just picked the closest driveway.
Despite having heard the footsteps, Becky was surprised by the sound of a voice behind her and thunked her head against the inside roof of the car. "Shoot." she muttered under her breath as she hefted Amy into her arms and pulled her out of the car. "Yeah..." she said, turning her attention on the man who was speaking to her. "Flat tire." she said. "In my driveway. Talk about cheap luck, right?"
Wally winced a little when he heard the thunk. He knew from personal experience how much that could hurt if you hit the interior just right. Ah so it was her house. Well that was lucky anyhow. "Really sh-er," he paused, noting the baby, "Rotten luck. I can change it to the spare if you like. So you can drive it to the shop in the morning?" He smiled slightly, just to keep his fangs hidden. Because a helpful British vampire was cliche.
Luckily Becky was far too focused on his face and that accent to care much about anything he was really saying. She blinked a couple of times to shake off all of that and smiled. "That would be great." she said. "Um... it's in the trunk, under that little flap thing. I think the jack is back there too, but I honestly don't know crap about cars. I couldn't change a flat even if I wanted to." She could have called Colin over to do it, but he had a life too, sort of, so she wasn't going to interrupt him.
He nodded a little but didn't say anything about how that was fairly typical and really, women should take auto shop classes... That'd keep them from getting too ripped off at a sales place even but eh. "Well if you can pop the boot open and trust me not to run off with your car, mostly because I'm not used to driving on the right side of the road, you can take the little 'un in and I'll ring the bell when I'm done." Good plan. A sound plan.
Becky smiled and nodded a little. She doubted that there was going to be a thieving of her car in her yard, especially when she had the keys in her pocket, so she reached in to pop the trunk. "Thank you." she told him. "I really appreciate it." Grabbing the diaper bag and her purse and slinging them over one shoulder and snagging the diapers from the back seat, Becky headed for the door.
One didn't need keys to lift a car but he'd never learned how to hotwire so it really didn't matter, did it? Going round to the boot, he lifted out the car jack out with ease and setting it on the ground, followed by the spare tire and the tool located in the little storage compartment. When Becky was half way up the walk, Wally realized he hadn't done something fairly important. "I'm Wally, by the way," he called out to her.
Glancing over her shoulder at the man, she smiled, then turned back around to face him. "Becky." she said. "And this is Amy." Amy didn't pay much attention to the man, far too cranky from being up past bedtime to care about much more than fussing.
He smiled again, a bit more broadly but still carefully, "You've no idea how glad I am to hear a kid have a normal name." Laughing a little he shook his head and settled in to jack up the car. Kids were getting such strange, horrible names lately...
Becky chuckled a little. "I figured Apple and stuff like that wouldn't work for my baby." she grinned, turning again to take the child inside. The diapers got put away and Amy once more changed for bedtime. Of course getting her to actually cooperate wasn't working. So Becky carried her back to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee for herself and perhaps her tire-changing savior. Amy on one hip the whole time, whining and rubbing her eyes. "Shh, princess." Becky murmured. It was about that time that cold breeze made itself known and Becky internally told herself that she had to be imagining. Making herself feel guilty for talking to another guy, but she pushed that thought away. Once the coffee was drizzling into the pot, she went back to the door and pulled it open to check on the man outside. "How's it going?" she questioned, offering a little smile. "I'm sorry to be making you change my tire and not even helping. I can offer you some coffee when you're done though if you want."
Wally snorted a little at her joke and got to work. Getting the car jacked up was a lot easier than it would've been had he been mortal. It just went right up with a little adjustment here and there. Hub cap off, followed by the bolts then the busted tire itself. He actually took a moment to check out the tire and try to figure out exactly what had gotten it to pop... Really, it seemed kind of odd that she got out of the driveway and down the road without popping anything but coming back... Looked like it was a nail. The spare was almost entirely bolted on when Becky came back out. He peeked over the car, not realizing that when at one point he'd rubbed his nose, he'd given himself a grease mustache, "Going fine. Y'ran into a nail, looks like." Wally smiled at Becky again, "You're not making me do anything. I offered, didn't I? And I uh, don't drink coffee. Or caffeine really." That cut out a lot of drinks that she could offer. Ducking back down, he went about finishing the job.
Becky smiled a little. "Well you'll still have to come inside when you're done to get rid of that little smudge on your face." she told the man. The streetlamps made that little almost Hilter-esque mustache quite visible even from the doorway.
He crossed his eyes really trying to look for a smudge but how did one see a smudge on one's face without a mirror? Really, good job thinking there, Wally. "Er, yeah, I'd appreciate that." He carefully lowered the jack and slipped it out from underneath the car once the tire was down. Now it was just to putting everything away and shutting the boot.
She smiled and took herself back inside, setting Amy down on the floor in the middle of the living room on her blanket. Maybe she'd play herself to sleep. Heading back to the front door again, she pulled it open and caught Wally just as he was walking up the front. "Come on in." she said, motioning for him to enter. "I can get a wash cloth for that nice little mustache you've got going there." she smiled.
There. Tire all changed and everyone could be happy or some such. He started up the walk and was a little startled when Becky suddenly opened the door. Psychic? Maybe. Wally was glad he got the invitation - multiple times - before he hit that invisible wall of keeping him out then having to explain why he couldn't waltz in. "Thanks," he said as he stepped in. Once Becky was out of the room, he settled on the floor by the baby's blanket, watching her fuss. Babies were strange creatures. He would've picked her up, held her, but he was a stranger and his hands were dirty. Not that he had any sickness that could get passed on to a kid.
Becky returned a moment later from the kitchen, not having gone far, after all, a man around her baby, nice or not, wasn't going to happen very long. She could see him from the kitchen anyway. She offered out the damp cloth to him as she settled down in front of him on the floor. "Looks like I got you to make a mess of yourself." she smiled.
"Thanks, luv," Wally said as he accepted the cloth and scrubbed at his face since he didn't exactly know where the spot was but either way it'd come off pretty easily. Dead skin was fairly easy to keep clean. "Ah well. This is the least of my messes... Did I get it?"
Nodding, Becky smiled. "Yeah, you got it." she told him. "So, where are you from?" she asked. "I hope that's not rude, just... your accent." she explained. "Overseas I'd guess."
Ah good, he focused on wiping his hands off then. Hopefully the grease would come out of the cloth too. "England actually," he answered pleasantly. He had no problem with that particular question. It's one he got often, "Liverpool specifically. So, yeah, very overseas."
"Wow." she said, tipping her head to the side and watching him as he washed his hands off. Amazing how fascinating an accent could make a person. "So what made you come all this way?" Becky asked.
Once his hands were cleaned off, he set the cloth aside, away from the baby's blanket. No grabbing that and doing what all babies did - stick it in her mouth. "Truthfully? I came to meet my father." When he spoke, his eyes were on Amy and a little frown had settled on his face.
Becky caught the frown and her smile disappeared completely. He came to meet his father? Which meant he hadn't known him. Well, that was depressing. "Oh..." she said softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up... I shouldn't be so nosy."
"Eh, s'all right. He's a nice enough guy I guess. His sister, er - my aunt's been real good to me so I can't complain," Wally glanced at Becky with a faint smile. And then he asked the question that he'd been kind of wanting to for awhile now, "Can I pick up Amy?"
Becky looked at her still slightly whiney child and bit her bottom lip. That cool breeze hit her again, but she ignored it. "Okay." she said, nodding a little. "She's a little cranky. I had to wake her up to bring her with me to the store." she explained. "She doesn't like being woken up. At all."
Wally picked up Amy carefully like she was made of glass and while he didn't know if it still applied at this particular kiddo's age, he paid attention to all the advice from television and movies to hold comfortably and support the head. To prevent hissy fit and injury all at once. "Well now, wouldn't it be practical to go back to sleep then, ay little one?" Yes, he was speaking to Amy instead of Becky.
He was careful with the baby and that immediately got him points with Becky. He held her almost like a doll or something equally as breakable. Then he actually spoke to her like a human being instead of like a baby, and regardless of the fact that she was a baby, that got points too. "You have any children?" Becky asked him. "You seem to know at least a little about them."
He shook his head, "Nah... Never had a kid." Never had the chance... Well he had, but he'd been careful. And now... "But I lived around a lot of single mothers. Plus I pay attention to television, yeah?" He laughed and shook his head a little. God, he was lying already. Those single mothers had been prostitutes. (Ignoring that he hadn't told her about the vampirism.)
"Ah." Becky said. "Well I guess hanging around a lot of single mothers could definitely get you to brush up on your baby skills." she smiled. "You must have a way of running into single mothers then if there was more than one, and now you've met another. Maybe you attract them." she teased.
Wally rocked back and forth a little, trying to sooth the fussiness of Amy with motion. "Yeah well," he sighed a little and decided to be honest even if that would lose him major points, "Admittedly, I was living in Amsterdam and most of them were prostitutes." He'd lived in a bad, bad neighborhood after all.
"O-oh..." Becky said, eyes going a little wide at the man's admittance. "Umm... well then... uh..." How did one go about asking if a man new prostitutes because of where he lived or because of using their services. "Personal experience or just... neighbors?" she questioned. "I-I'm sorry, that's none of my business."
He looked embarrassed and should've been blushing but he wasn't. Wally was just as pale as he'd begun. "Er, bit of both," continuing with the honesty, "It was the start of a series of horrible events that led to my being fixed up and coming to America." He smiled at Becky and now was when he realized that she sort of had... a slightly familiar scent. Like a family scent. He couldn't quite perfectly place it though. "I don't mind answering questions as long as you don't mind the answers. I promise I'm harmless."
She wasn't sure what to think about him having been with prostitues, but Becky couldn't fault him when he was honest enough to tell her and not lie about it. Of course she doubted she would have minded that particular lie, but again, he was honest so that was something. "I see." she said with a little nod. "Well, it's good that you're getting your life straight then." she offered up. "So... no more prostitutes then?" This time when the breeze flickered through the room, it pushed past Wally and Becky didn't even notice it.
"No more a lot of things," Wally stated firmly... Oh how a lot of things were gone. Like breathing. Now here's the thing about being dead. One does not really notice cold, but he noticed the movement of his hair on the back of his neck and he glanced around with an arched eyebrow. Must have been the air conditioner or something. Still, better ask, "Have you got a draft or something?"
"I'm not sure." Becky said, looking around. "There's always a breeze lately. I think maybe there's something wrong with the ventilation." she said, though the more she let her mind wander, the more she thought maybe a 'breeze' wasn't what was happening.
"Kind of oddly placed unless you have floor vents," which he knew some houses did and didn't. They were kind of low to the ground to be having issues with ceiling ventilation... And that was when he got a fussy, 8 month old hand in his face in a baby smack, "Oi, flailing limb alert!" But he was laughing.
Becky laughed a little at that. "She likes faces." she said. "Always going for Mommy's curls too. Or just about anything she can get her hands on." Becky admitted. "Sorry about that, I can take her if you want."
"Oh no, it's fine..." Wally grinned carefully and dramatically declared, "I'm just going to... eat her! Ahaha!" And he 'lunged', fake nibbling the baby's fingers and arm, making omnomnom noises.
Amy let out a few little giggle-snorts and curled in on herself when Wally pretended to bite her, clearly amused with his playing. Becky herself couldn't help but smile a little at that and shook her head just a bit. "Keep it up and she's going to get attached." Becky warned.
He 'nibbled' right up to her shoulder and then peered over at Becky pretending he was surprised at the interruption of his faux-cannibalizing her baby. "Oh, likely she won't remember me tomorrow. So no worries about itty bitty here 'demanding' anything," he laughed and stopped playing anyhow, speaking seriously to Amy now, "You need to go to sleep, missus. Oh, how to bribe you."
"You'd be surprised with this one here." she said. "She only sees grandma and grandpa every once in a while, but she's whiney for days after when we don't get to see them." And then there was Colin. Now that he was around, Amy pretty obviously missed him too. "And yes, she does need to go nighty night." Becky said, more to the baby than to Wally.
"Psh, I'm not even related to her, am I peaches?" Apparently he had nicknamed Amy 'peaches'. Well, why not. He liked giving people nicknames anyhow. Wally carefully got up into a stand using only one arm but he was pretty agile, which hadn't been the truth in life... "So what do you normally do to get her to sleep?"
Becky stood too and shrugged a little. "Depends on the night. Bath time usually helps a lot. Or I'll sing to her. Badly." she said with a little smile. She likes that sometimes."
"Well, perhaps mum should let off on the singing and let a professional take a whack at it," he glanced at Becky, clearly just teasing. And kind of lying. He wasn't a professional singer but he was good enough.
"Professional huh?" Becky said. "Well I'd like to see what a professional sounds like." she smiled, motioning for him to follow. "Her room's this way." she explained, leading him to the abundantly overflowing with pink room.
He followed her into the baby's room and automatically settled in the rocking chair. "What do you normally sing to her?" he asked as he began a gentle rock, searching for a rhythm without the song in mind. Well, he knew one that might be appropriate.
"Just your plain old boring lullabies." Becky admitted. "Bad singer, remember?" She leaned herself against the door frame and watched the man as he rocked her child. It made her a little sad that Robbie had never gotten to do the same, but she tried not to let that bit of sadness rush across her face.
Wally laughed softly, "Well... my expertise is the Beatles so..." He shrugged his shoulders, racking his brain for a moment and then he hit upon just the right song. Clearing his throat, he began to sing quietly and surprisingly well, "Now it's time to say good night. Good night, sleep tight. Now the sun turns out his light... Good night, sleep tight." And so on.
Becky listened to him as he sang, her lips quirking up into a tiny little smile. Amy however, was far too focused on the man's face and making sure her fingers got in his way every once in a while when she touched his face. Pretty soon though, the child lost her fight with sleep and drifted a bit, her tiny eyes closing despite her best efforts to keep them open. "Looks like you've helped me out twice tonight." Becky whispered.
He didn't mind the fingers at all, even when one got right in his eye which had been his fault for tilting his head in that particular direction at that time. As she drifted away, Wally lowered his voice the occasional degree until it was barely above a whisper when she finally lost the battle. With a surprising catlike grace, he got out of the rocking chair and settled Amy into her crib. Wally only smiled at Becky's words and with perfectly silent movement (inhumanly so), he slipped out of the baby's room to let mom and child have a moment. Oh, what the crap was he doing?
Flicking on the baby monitor and lightly running her fingertips across Amy's tiny cheek, Becky smiled and snagged the other monitor before slipping out of the room after the man. He was quiet. Really quiet, but she really didn't know how to bring that up in conversation, so she didn't. "Thank you." she said once she'd found him. "For fixing the flat and helping with the baby. I really appreciate it."
Wally was waiting in the living room again, settled in a lean against the arm of the couch. He smelled like baby now and it was kind of weird... He was never going to get used to these enhanced senses. "Yeah well... I may not have been raised a gentleman but I'm trying," he said with a quiet laugh, kind of afraid of waking Amy up all over again.
"Seems to me like you're doing a pretty good job." Becky smiled. "You can sit." she said, motioning to the couch. She glanced out the window towards the front of the house. "It's raining again." she muttered. "At least wait it out?" she offered. "Sure I can't get you something to drink?"
The corner of his mouth curled up in a lopsided smile and he slipped over the arm of the couch to flump down on the cushion. Ah, that was better. He too glanced towards the window and sighed a little at the rain. Great. "No... I'm fine. Promise," his eyes were more on the window. Thankfully, dawn wouldn't be coming around any time soon. "This rain is weird, innit?"
"Yeah." Becky nodded, settling herself down on the opposite side of the couch and kicking off her shoes, pulling the socks off too and thanking god her feet didn't smell. "Off and on all darn day." she sighed. "Everything is all gross and damp outside."
"Oh god, put the shoes back on," he teased with a laugh and a shake of his head and a joking wave of his hand in front of his nose. "And then all day yesterday," he returned to talk of rain, "Apparently some vengeful deity is trying to drown us... Not that I'm not bloody used to it, mind you."
Becky flushed at his teasing, whether it was meant to make her do so or not. She curled her feet beneath her on the couch and nodded. "Perhaps I need to atone for my sins before I drown."
Wally arched an eyebrow as the pink tinge rose to Becky's skin. How interesting. No, he hadn't meant to make her blush but he rather liked that he had. "Atone for your sins? They can't be that bad."
Being the reason her fiance was dead seemed to be pretty bad to Becky, but she shrugged a little. "Maybe not. Guess it's not my decision to decide whether what I've done is bad or not. I'm not the deity after all. My opinion doesn't matter much."
"Oh no... Your opinion matters. If you think your sins are unforgivable, then I think they become so. Hell was created so people had a place to punish themselves after death. If you made it all the way to proper death anyhow," which Wally knew about all too well. The workings of the undead were interesting and vast.
She frowned a little. "Guess I'm going to hell then." she said with a shrug. "Suppose I'll have to wait and see what the almighty decides to do with me when I die. Of course I'm hoping that's going to be a while from now." Becky said. But things as fragile as life always seemed to be unpredictable.
"Me too, so I'll see you there," he said in a light-hearted fashion but at the same time, he was perfectly serious. He tilted his head to one side, focused on the window again. "I died once... S'not as bad as I thought it would be."
Becky blinked a little at that statement. "What?" she asked, looking over at him, her head telling her that she'd misheard what he'd said. "You died once? What's that supposed to mean?"
"People die every day, Becky," Wally looked at her with a faint smile, "Sometimes they get brought back. Y'know. Miracles and shit." Now that the baby wasn't in the room, his language relaxed. God, he was lying his ass off and he felt bad.
Unsure of what to say, Becky just stared at him. "So how did you 'die'?" she asked him. "What was your miracle?" Her heartbeat picked up a bit because she was slightly nervous during this line of conversation, but she couldn't help but be a little curious too.
He rubbed his face with his hands and sighed heavily, "If I tell you... You're either not going to believe me or not going to trust me. And I realize that phrasing it that way automatically will make you suspicious."
Yes, it did make her suspicious. Extremely. Paranoid, slightly afraid even. "I'm sure there is a lot more going on in my life that is unbelievable than anything you could possibly tell me, so why don't you just tell me?" Becky said. "Obviously I'm going to be suspicious, nervous even... Just..." Becky glanced in the direction of her child's room and then back at the man. What if he could hurt Amy? Would he? But he'd been so nice. Changed her tire, helped her get Amy to sleep. "What is it?"
Wally sighed heavily, "Just... keep in mind I haven't done anything, alright?" He sank into the couch a little more, "A woman was my miracle. And she was a vampire. And that's how I died." He waited for it. The scream. Telling him to get out. Maybe calling the police. Although if she told him to leave, he'd just get up and do it. No fighting at all.
Becky's eyes went a little wide and she stared at Wally for countless moments, mouth slightly open and heart thudding against her chest like a freight train, a cool little breeze flicking through her curls. "I really, really need to stop inviting vampires in. Colin is going to kill me." she mumbled. But that was quickly forgotten. "You won't hurt me?" she asked, still keeping her eyes fixed on the man on her couch. "I mean... if you wanted to, you probably would have done it already, right?"
His gaze snapped to Becky quite suddenly and he was grinning like a happy little school boy, which showed off his fangs but that was lost to thought, "Colin? Blonde bloke, kind of emo? Nice guy. We went to a bar and played pool. Oooh, that explains the scent I was getting..." He cleared his throat a little, "No, I'm not going to hurt you. Or Amy. I'm part of one of the nice vampire houses. We like people."
"You know my brother?" Becky questioned, more concerned about that part now that he'd said he hadn't an intention of hurting her or her daughter. "And Colin isn't emo... he's just... going through a lot." she frowned. Okay, so maybe he was a little emo. But that was her fault too.
"Yeah. One of the crazypants vampires. Real nice bloke. Taught him how to enjoy alcohol without actually drinking it," Wally laughed, shaking his head a little, "Think he's having a tough time finding his humanity in being inhuman s'all."
"He's been through a lot." Becky said softly, frowning a little at that. "I hadn't seen him for about a year when I caught him peeking in my window. Checking on me. Guess he's been doing that since Robbie died."
Wally arched an eyebrow at that - well, at a couple of points. "Wonder why he didn't just... knock on your door," he shook his head a little. He didn't get it. But he wasn't really having a tough time transitioning. Since she'd been asking him some kind of personal questions, he asked as kindly and unobtrusively as possible, "Whose Robbie?"
The frown on her face seemed to deepen and Becky looked up at him. "My fiance." she explained. "Amy's father. He was... he died about a year ago." Becky said, letting out a little breath that was a lot more shaky than she wanted it to be. "Colin got bit right after that so I wasn't sure what happened to him. I guess he didn't want me to see him like that. But I would rather have him in my life the way he is than not at all. It was hard to lose them both." Hard enough to drive her into a depression bad enough for those medications in the bathroom cabinet.
"Shit," he said softly and had the urge to hug her... So he scooted across the couch and offered a hug. "I know about the hard loss thing. Trust me on that," but he didn't elaborate. It wasn't easy to compare. She lost her lover and her brother. He helped his mother's suicide by accident. It was two vastly different things. "Y'want me to whack Colin?"
While surprised by the hug, Becky didn't deny it. She cautiously slid her arms around his much cooler body and let out a little breath. "No." she said softly. "He was just trying to make things easier on me I guess... it was just hard." she mumbled. "And it was all my fault. None of it should have ever happened."
Wally was very good and simply held her, denying his urge to rock like he had with the baby as Becky was not a baby after all. "Look, I don't know what happened but I doubt you were really the cause of it all."
"It was my car. I had them working on it. It's my fault he was under the damn thing and it... fell and... then Colin... Colin went to the hospital and..." she shook her head a little. "I never saw him again until the other day." Becky whispered. "It is my fault. I told you I was going to hell."
He blinked at her and hugged her tighter but carefully so, "Luv, that was a tragic accident... Things like that happen all the time. That is not your fault." Wally shook his head a little. He could see how she could think that but she was entirely wrong.
She didn't believe that. She was so firm in believing that it was her fault that any thought in the opposite direction just didn't compute. Becky's arms tightened just a little around the man and that coldness from his skin was only rivaled by the tiny breeze that pushed past her hair making goosebumps rise on her skin. "I must have done something horrible to deserve it." she whispered. "But Robbie... Colin... they didn't deserve what happened to them."
"Becky... To deserve that, you'd have to murder something. None of it is your fault... One of these days, I'll convince you of that and I've got an eternity to do it," the corners of his mouth perked up a little in a wry smile. He brushed her hair back behind her ear, fingers flitting over her cheek lightly. Oooh crap what was he doing. She clearly had enough deceased men in her life already. "Fate is a fickle bitch. A lot of people don't get what they deserve and people who deserve things don't get them."
Cool fingers across one cheek and a cold breeze across the other, but Becky smiled a little at Wally. "Doesn't change anything." she said softly. "No matter who gets what, someone's always unhappy, I just get to be the lucky unhappy one in this story. Not everyone's life ends up a fairytale. At least I got a bit of one. I've got Amy and that's something." Something amazing. A little living and breathing miracle.
"True... but you gotta learn to let it go. If I continued to dwell on my mother's death... Shit, I wouldn't have made it to the unlife," he was ignoring the breeze because he could feel it a little too the way she was against him. It made him think she had a ghost. She probably did honestly. "And Amy... She's going to be president I bet. Or an evil overlord of cuteness."
That got a little laugh from Becky and she nodded a little. "She is cute, huh? At least I know I can make pretty babies." Since she'd never be making another one. "And I'm trying to get past it... it's just... difficult. You have no idea how hard it was for Colin to convince me to go out for drinks with a girl I know."
"Very pretty babies. And a very smart one too," since she'd been so close to Wally to know something was up as he'd been holding her and there was no heart beat. That was key to a baby. "It takes time... A lot of time. And people who care. And going out helps."
"Yeah, well, I don't think I'll be going out much." she said, shaking her head a little. "It was just drinks and talking with a girl I met at the mall. I'm just... not the same as I was back then. I don't even know how to go about getting back into the swing of things." Becky admitted.
"Y'wing it, pet. You find somethin' you want to do and you just... do it. You don't think about it," he shrugged his shoulders, giving into his urges and swaying a little. "Like... Y'take a group of people and the kiddo to the zoo. 'Course you'll need livelier people for that one," Wally chuckled softly. "You can't just sit back and wait for life. You gotta attack it."
"Livelier people are overrated." Becky said. "If I keep up meeting vampires, or being related to them, I'm going to turn into a night owl." she said, shaking her head a little.
"Hey. At least you're meeting the good ones. A nice, crazypants brother... A guy with a pleasant bite and can turn into a fluffy cat," he grinned a little, showing off the teeth again. He normally didn't point out his cat because he couldn't turn into the critter back and forth without seriously craving something to eat afterward but still.
"You can turn into a cat?" Becky asked, arching a brow at him and trying not to let her green eyes fix on those fangs, but they did anyway. "And what do you mean 'pleasant bite'?" she questioned. You are so not going to ask him to bite you. No matter how 'pleasant' his bite may be.
"A Pallas cat, yeah... My house is probably the closest thing to a were-animal, vampire hybrid that there will ever be," at least as far as he knew. Maybe there was something closer. He didn't know. "It's... pleasant. Relaxing. That sort of thing," Wally was not capable of reading minds but at the moment, it seemed like it, "Don't even think of asking. Colin would murderize me."
"Colin would probably murderize you for sitting here hugging me." Becky pointed out. "Or me for letting another vampire inside. I'm sure he'll have a cow, maybe even a herd if he finds out."
"True on both points," he said with a snicker. "I'd better not try and kiss you or anything either," Wally was teasing, just like the feet thing but he couldn't help it. It was his natural state to flirt. At all times.
"I think I might faint if anyone tried to kiss me." Becky told him. "I haven't kissed anyone that wasn't Amy in a year." God, it'd been a long, long time. Again that cool breeze flicked through her hair, but she ignored it. Or tried to. Of course there was that little bit of guilt that washed through her for even talking about kissing. "Doubt it'll happen anytime soon either."
"Oh Christ. Now I want to just to see if I can get you to faint. You shouldn't tell me these things," Wally squeezed her gently, completely and entirely amused by the idea.
"I probably don't even remember how to kiss." Becky teased, pulling away enough to look at the guy beside her. "Don't think it'd be worth it for you, Wal."
Wally stared at her for a moment then shook his head a little, "You are a devil of a temptress, y'know that? And God I must be growing up if I'm not taking you up on this teasing." But he really, really wanted to and that showed in his expression.
"I'm a temptress?" Becky asked. "I don't think I've ever in my life been called a temptress." she smirked.
"You're a temptress when you've a vampire for a brother which means we'd be pretty evenly matched. It'd be another thing entirely if he were mortal," Wally snickered softly, resting his forehead against her's in an almost nuzzling sort of way. It was the inner cat.
He was so close. Skin against skin and it was just... different. Becky didn't really know what to think. Half of her was screaming to pull away and the other half was contemplating which way his head might turn if he did choose to kiss her. You're horrible even thinking about that. she kept telling herself.
It took him a moment's thought to decide. And even then, he had no idea if he was making the right decision because he was of two minds. And both of them were 'omg, wtf r u doin?' or 'You're taking advantage!' Either way, before Wally knew it, he was pressing a soft kiss to Becky's lips just to remind her about... everything.
It might have reminded her about everything, but it also made her feel more guilty than she'd ever felt in her life. Guilty because she kissed him back for a moment and then she pulled away and just stared at him. The breeze didn't make an appearance this time and she wondered why, but more than that she wondered why she'd kissed him back. Wondered how she'd ended up in the position that she was in. She swallowed down the lump that had formed itself in her throat and bit her bottom lip. Becky could still taste him on her mouth and she tried her best to keep from frowning. It wasn't a bad kiss, not by any means, but her brain was filled with what Robbie might be thinking.
Some guys might have been offended by the silence. Wally wasn't. He could scent her various conflicting emotions though they didn't make perfect sense in his mind... But he could certainly get them. One side of his mouth picked up in that lopsided smile, "We don't have to do that again if you don't want to... I just... Please, please for all that is good in life, don't tell Colin." Because he really didn't want to deal with a bitch fit about him kissing the sister.
She shook her head. "I won't tell Colin." she said softly. She'd just kissed someone. A vampire. A year long no kissing policy broken by a sweet-talking English guy. Guilt or no guilt, she couldn't help but feel like she wanted to do it again. "Least I didn't forget." she said, voice still quiet. "Or maybe I did and I'm just hoping I didn't suck really, really bad."
Another amused laugh and Wally kissed her forehead lightly, "No, luv, you weren't really, really bad. You definitely didn't forget." He was of the mind that all of it was like riding a bike anyhow, you didn't really ever forget. "And hey, you didn't faint. Although I'm kind of disappointed in that..."
Becky flushed at that and bit her bottom lip. "Guess you'll just have to try again if you're wanting to get me to faint." she teased.
"That is a challenge you may regret... I don't need to breathe," he settled a hand on her cheek, cupping her jaw and pressed in for a much surer, firmer kiss. Wally was entirely certain that it wouldn't go anywhere else, especially with a baby in the next room but hey, he'd learned long ago that sometimes a woman just needed to feel wanted.
A lot of things were running through her head as Becky tipped it to the side to make the kiss easier. She was tempted but frightened to deepen it. He did have fangs after all. And that thought led her back to thinking about the fact that she was kissing a vampire. Kissing someone at all had all this guilt inside of her expanding and threatening to explode. She couldn't even call a pager number because of guilt over what Robbie would think but here she was kissing a guy she just met barely an hour before. Despite the flurry of thoughts, she didn't stop kissing him.
Wally wasn't about to pressure her into something that she just wasn't ready for. He understood the need to take it slow especially with all the emotive scents. Which was admittedly still very weird to be trying to translate despite having the ability for two years. He kind of felt guilty because really they'd just met and he was taking advantage of her hospitality and there was the dead fiance thing... And he too was dead and generally a bit of a player. At another thought of 'what the Hell are you doing', he pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, "I should probably go before this gets more confusing than it already is."
Becky pulled back just a little, feeling a bit like she might have done something wrong. Unsure of what it might have been. She wasn't one to think that things happened without her being at fault. "I'm sorry." she said softly, biting her bottom lip hard enough to make it hurt. "I s-shouldn't have..."
"Whoa, whoa, hey," he grinned, settling them nose to nose, "You didn't do anything to be sorry for. I'm the one taking advantage of your hospitality... and wondering what the Hell I'm doing because... normally I'm an asshole." Hey, at least he could admit it. After everything, he could always admit to being an asshole.
"And today you decided not to be?" Becky questioned, eyes finally focusing on his instead of looking away. She didn't really have a choice in this position.
"Somethin' about a pretty girl and a baby in a bad situation, I guess," he smirked faintly, running his fingers through her hair.
"So are you gonna go back to being an asshole tomorrow then?" she questioned. "Or as soon as you get out that door?" Becky wasn't sure whether she'd prefer one answer over the other.
Wally settled back, arching an eyebrow at her. She was kind of acting like... well, like a curious girlfriend or something. "I don't think I could be an asshole to you. Ever. Why does it matter either way?"
Becky shrugged. "I guess it doesn't." she said. And she supposed it didn't really. She didn't know him really and what did it matter if he was an ass now or a month from now? A year even. "Are you nice to every girl you meet with a baby?" she questioned.
"Uh, admittedly I don't meet a lot of women with children..." Admittedly, he avoided them like the plague. And admittedly, the last one he dealt with a great deal had been his aunt whom he was strangely attracted to. Ew. God that made him feel gross every time.
"I see." Becky said, leaning back against the cushion of the sofa. She pushed her hair away from her face and behind her ear. "Maybe I'm special then." she said, though it didn't much sound like she believed that.
"Maybe you are," Wally said in a tone that he hoped was convincing, smiling at her. "I don't see why you wouldn't be," he tilted his head to one side. Not even though she thought she was a bad luck magnet or whatever.
Becky wasn't so easily convinced, so she just shrugged. "Maybe." she said again. "So, still planning on leaving?" she asked him, glancing at the window. It wasn't raining quite as badly, but it was still raining. "I don't want you to leave just because I kissed you..." she admitted.
Wally chuckled and shook his head, "I kissed you, remember?" He leaned in to her again, this time sort of overshadowing her like a predator. He couldn't help it as he was a predator. "And I'd do it again and again and again..."
A little smile flicked across her face and that breeze, a tiny bit stronger this time, targeted Wally, making his hair flick slightly, but Becky only leaned in a little and closed that gap between them. Lips against Lips despite the guilt in her head, perhaps because of it. Robbie was gone no matter how much she didn't want him to be.
Christ that breeze was getting annoying and he kind of wanted to find a medium and see if she really was haunted. This was ridiculous. Wally was about to say something to that effect (though more politely as well as he could) but she stopped him with a touch of lips. He pressed into it a bit deeper this time with a soft pleased sound. She tasted so good... and so tempting but he'd learned some control over that particular instinct at least.
Becky was too busy telling herself that it was just a draft and nothing else. It couldn't be anything else. Vampires existed but ghosts just didn't. Or so she proceeded to repeat in her head. It was a strange thing, kissing a vampire. Even his lips were cool. Soft but almost like ice. Of course that didn't stop her from going with this kiss. Warmth pressing against cool.
Wally was drawn into the warmth of her body, warmth of her very life. He could ignore the draft if she was unless it started getting violent. Then he was calling someone... Well, actually the only person he had to call was his father but surely that would be good enough. He slid fingers into her hair, touching the tip of his tongue to her lips in gentle questioning.
Becky parted her lips to let Wally have access. She couldn't believe she was doing what she was doing, but she couldn't really think about it either. Her head was far too full of confusion and a bit of curiosity for how much kissing Wally would actually continue to do.
Honestly, he couldn't believe what they were doing either. They had just met and all he'd done was put a spare tire on her car... But maybe it was because he knew Colin that suddenly he was a safe person. He pressed further into the kiss, gently exploring her welcoming mouth. Thanks to having recently fed, other... effects were starting to occur. He couldn't help it. He was male. Hopefully she wouldn't notice.
Not paying much attention to more than his mouth, those effects went unnoticed. At least for the moment. Tilting her head a bit, she let her tongue press against his. Even his mouth was cool. Inside and out, temperatures so different from that of a human male. At least what she could remember. She hadn't kissed a man in a year, but she could still remember what Robbie tasted like, the way his lips felt against hers. Thinking about those things however, weren't going to be good for this kiss so she pushed the thoughts away. She couldn't let that guilt build anymore. But it did anyway, she just continued to try and ignore it.
He didn’t think about how she wasn’t venturing forward – after all, navigating fangs was somewhat of a daunting task if you were new to it and most were. Except fangbangers and honestly, they weren’t really that interesting. The girl he’d been with before had been simpering and bitchy. God, why was he even thinking about her when he had a much more pleasant woman with him? His hands found Becky’s hips and he pulled her close, flush against his cool body. That was a nice reminder of the present.
If she hadn't noticed the effects that the kiss was having on Wally before, she did now and it was a bit ego inflating. She hadn't made a man have that reaction in... a long time. She let out a little noise, a whimper mixed with a hmm, when he pulled her closer. Carefully she slipped her tongue into Wally's mouth this time, slightly terrified of those fangs, but curious at the same time.
Without really thinking about it, cool fingers found their way underneath her shirt, settling against her skin like they were seeking to steal her warmth. Yes, his fangs were sharp and the very tips brushed her lips but he was careful and gentle. You learned to kiss with fangs quickly or you never did it ever again for fear of blood and hunger. Her almost purr spurred him on and he didn’t have to breathe...
She shivered a little beneath his cold fingers. Goosebumps rose over her skin, rushing down her arms and over her legs beneath the denim of her jeans. She parted her lips from his long enough to pull in a desperate breath, eyes flicking open to catch his. Her chest heaved against Wally's and for a moment, Becky just looked at him, then she closed her eyes and kissed him again.
Wally seemed disinclined to let her part from him and followed along her path of pulling back for a moment, eyes opening to catch her’s. Oh right. She needed oxygen. That would totally help because if she fainted or something... For a long moment, he was lost in the fluttering of her heart and his gaze fell to her chest like he could see it pounding away underneath everything. Actually, he could if he had focused on perhaps her throat but that might have been unnerving. Groaning softly when she pressed her lips to his again, he fell into it all too willingly. He’d go as far as she wanted even if it was just for her to test her emotional readiness. The cool fingers slowly, even sluggishly started traveling up her side as his other hand curled around the base of her neck, fingers fully wound up in her hair.
Part of Becky's brain had shut off to the emotional part of kissing. If she thought too much about it, she might not be letting herself get lost in the way he tasted or the way he felt against her despite the icy feeling of his skin. His fingers felt good lost in the tangled forest that was her hair. Even beneath her shirt, though part of her might have thought that was wrong if she really sat and thought about it, the coolness was welcomed. If he was going to touch her, well, she wanted to touch him too. So she did. Cautiously. Becky lifted her hands and slid them up Wally's chest, catching his face between them, palms against his cheek, softly caressing his face as if to keep his lips against hers.
Well Hell, if the lack of emotion here was going to help her, let it. Not that he would know if it would help her or not or what exactly was going on at all... He was still very confused beyond what was potentially going to happen. Please God. Wally would have smiled at the feel of her exploring hands, would have taken it as a sign that she was relaxing a little but he was far more interested in how far up he could get his hand, savoring the softness of her skin and the heat of her body, before she said no. Admittedly he wasn’t exactly one of those impressive kind of guys with the rippling muscle, never had been. Hopefully she wouldn’t care.
Becky wasn't sure that 'no' was in her vocabulary. Touching wasn't hurting anyone after all. It was just that. Touching. And touching felt pretty damn good right about now. And then there was that damn need to breathe and Becky was forced to pull away enough to do so. "It's not fair that you don't have to stop to take air in..." she whispered against his mouth.
Ah, but touching was a gateway much like people claimed certain drugs were gateway drugs... Touching could lead to so much more and it was the more that was on Wally’s mind. He laughed softly at her comment when she pulled away, far too amused by it for real words. Instead, he nestled in at the curve of her neck, kissing along the skin but being very careful that she never felt fang. There was no need to set her off on a panic after all. He unwound his fingers from her hair and wrapped that arm around her waist. His other hand settled along the curve of her breast, thumb brushing over the front of her bra searching for the sensitive nub hidden underneath that layer of cloth.
She shivered again at the press of his lips to her neck. The brush of low temperature skin against her flesh. It was almost like an ice cube rushing across her nipple when his thumb came in contact with it, hardening it almost instantly. A little gasp escaped her lips and her breathing hitched a little. She should stop him, she knew she should. Whether it be because of Robbie, or what Colin might say or because her child was sleeping in a room just down the hall, but for now Becky didn't. She let his hand stay right where it was.
He wanted more, wanted to see the effects he was having on her body. Wally moved his hands on his own but only to take hold of the bottom edge of her shirt and pull it up. Even just the mental picture had his hips pressed against her. He wasn’t thinking about the infant sleeping just a few doors away or Colin because really, he couldn’t control his sister’s life and Wally wasn’t trying to do anything to hurt Becky, honest... It was just one of those things, right?
Becky's whole body shuddered when he pushed her shirt up. Her brain was a flurry of thoughts. Confusion doused in guilt being the most prominent. She was exposed to a man she barely even knew, her body obviously turned on by his efforts and she didn't know which direction to go now. She could take one turn and probably regret it, or take the other and most likely regret that one too. Her eyes opened a tiny bit wider and she let out another little whimper of a sound, swallowing down her nervousness.
Those thoughts needed to shut the damn Hell up right the fuck now. The shirt wasn’t of any importance now that it was mostly out of the way and his mouth found its way to the swell of her breasts, nipping lightly along the tender, soft flesh. At least until she made that sound and he glanced up at her, arching an eyebrow. “You alright, luv?” he asked in honest concern.
Was she alright? That was a loaded question that Becky really didn't know how to answer. She was terrified. Afraid of going further, afraid of turning back. Her stomach turned a little in disgust with herself for being unable to be an adult and just suck it up. She was a grown woman. Robbie had been dead for a year and she hadn't so much as touched herself let alone let someone else do it. Her heart told her she was a tramp for letting Wally get this far, her head disagreed and told her that she had to move on eventually. She nodded a little in response to his question. "I'm okay." she said softly. "I've just... it's been... a long time.."
He could smell that fear though it wasn’t like regular fear in which it was fear of a predator... Not that he could really tell the difference beyond ‘fear’ or some sort. It was very much a shame that she hadn’t even pleasured herself in all that time but it was understandable. It was just time to wake up a little – not forget completely, just live. “It’s alright, luv. You can say stop any time,” Wally smiled at her, “I could always undress for you and make it all unfair if y’like. Bare meself to the world while you’re nice and mostly covered?”
That got a little flicker of a smile from Becky, barely an upturning of lips. "You'd get naked for me if I asked you to?" she asked him. "Just like that?" Why on earth was she questioning him when he'd already said that he would.
"Oh absolutely. I'm an avid nudist... Only at night though which is why I'm so pale," obviously he was just kidding. She knew the reason he was so bloody pale well enough. He honestly just didn't feel ashamed by stripping down for the amusement of a woman.
The smile moved over her face again and Becky shook her head. "Funny." she murmured. "And just what do you plan on doing should you be naked?" she asked. "I don't... h-have anything." she mumbled, her words barely above a whisper. "So we can't... do... that."
Wally shrugged and replied honestly, "I do. Though, vamps don't exactly pass disease or get birds pregnant..." But they didn't exactly have bodily fluids besides blood and while he didn't say so specifically, he did add, "It's okay. Sex with a vamp can be kind of... off anyhow."
"Birds?" she asked first because that bit confused her. "Off?" She assumed things would be off, quite obviously since if his lips and tongue and mouth were cold, she assumed that his... well, that everything would be similar temperature. I can't believe you're even thinking about this Rebecca. she thought to herself.
"Er, girls. Women," once more he was reminded that he needed to keep the slang down to a minimum in America because people just didn't get it. Ask for a loo, get a waitress named Mary Lou. Weird place. Wally sighed heavily even though he didn't need to, "If I tell you, it'll kill what mood we've got. Trust me."
Becky was surprised that she hadn't already killed whatever mood they had with her halting the process with conversation and confusing and that pang of fear. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes found his. Colin said she needed to live a little... but she doubted this was what he meant. Either way, she was here now and Wally was there and though she didn't make a move to get closer to him just yet, she nodded a little to let him know he didn't have to tell her if he didn't want to.
Honestly? The mood was kind of hard to murder when it came to Wally. Mostly because he was just that laid back. He didn't particularly mind questions or Hell, commentary as long as the commentary was good. He was very glad that Becky was going to trust him because he didn't particularly want to explain... That was about the one part of being a vampire he wasn't comfortable with. Finding his grin, he leaned in close, lips brushing against her's as he murmured, "So shall I strip or shall we continue?"
"We can continue..." she said softly, kissing him back just as lightly as he'd kissed her. She wasn't sure how long she'd let him continue, but she knew she might not be able to handle naked just yet. Maybe after a few more minutes of kissing. Maybe.
That was why Wally had let Becky make the choice as he would have voted for nudity. But then, he was also male and so nudity always came first. Once more he worked slowly in on the deepening of their kiss like they were starting back at square one and really, he didn't mind because square one had been pretty awesome in its own rights.
Becky felt like most men would have given up on trying when kissing itself made her nervous, but Wally didn't seem to mind it. That made her feel just a little better because she supposed if he really wanted to, he could have overpowered her. He was, after all, a vampire. She didn't doubt that he was far stronger than she was. Thinking about that wasn't helping though, so she forced it away and let her lips part against his.
Yeah, he really could have. But he wasn’t that kind of vampire and really, his Sire had done quite well impressing that it was a gift to be used for bettering himself and finding the place he was supposed to be in than hurting people. His arms were around her waist again and he was pulling her along as he stretched out fully on the couch. That placed her on top of him. The parting of her lips was an invitation that he accepted quite readily, hmmming softly as his tongue once more met her’s in gentle caresses.