Graham Donovan (_backfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-01-14 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-06-29, lex |
Ever since I had you every little thing hurts
Who: Graham, Jezebelle, and Lex
Where: Jezebelle's new house
When: Late evening
After the rather exciting bar expedition with Isaiah and Jace, Graham wasn't quite ready to settle down for the night. Somewhere in his slowly sobering mind, he thought it was a brilliant idea to check up on Jezebelle. It had been a while since he saw the lovely vampire, not to mention quite a bit happened since they last met. He hoped she was still coping well with her shop being burned down and growing accustomed to the new place they found for her in the meantime. It wasn't as spectacular as the first flower shop, but he was certain Jezebelle would make the best out of it.
Rolling on up to the house, Graham slipped on out of his car and slowly eased his way into the dark building through an open window in the back. "Jez?" He called out, looking around for a light switch. When his search became fruitless, he took out his pack of matches and struck one up briskly to see better.
Jezebelle had been down in the basement, attempting to organize what would be her work room, when she heard someone sneak in on the floor above. Each footstep gave a tiny little creek, and her eyes followed the movement in correspondence with her ears. Quietly, she climbed the stairs, as quiet as only a vampire could. If she'd heard Graham speak, she would have known it was him, but the word was spoken before she arrived on the main floor. Picking up a fire iron, she stepped into the kitchen.
At the spark of light, she brought the iron over her head, fully prepared to bash the intruder's head in-- and then she realized who it was. Crisis diverted, the poker turned and missed him. "Dammit, sweetheart, I could have taken your head off. Don't you know how to knock?" she asked, then flipped on the light switch. The kitchen was completely bare, and probably would be for a while. It was the last room she had a need to furnish.
Graham flinched dramatically at the presence of the poker, shuffling off to the side before his back against the wall, eying it with wide, terrified eyes. Ok, so next time he wasn't going to sneak in, so much for that. He wasn't so much scared of the fact Jezebelle could have killed him, but more the fact the iron poker around was quite... unsettling. Graham couldn't put his finger on it, nor did he want to. After swallowing hard, the match in his hand burned down to his fingers and he brought his gaze back to Jezebelle, trying to calm down.
"I do, just..." No, there was no explanation for his actions, so instead he sighed and shook his head while removing his hat. "Didn't mean to frighten you. Was just wanting to check up on you and make sure all was well." Everything had to be well if Jezebelle was in the spirits to try and kill an intruder.
She set the poker aside, sensing that she'd kind of scared the shit out of him. That wasn't really her intention... then again, if it hadn't been him, she'd been more than happy with the result. "My ex threw me out and burned down my shop," she said with a little smile. "Sorry if I'm a little jumpy." Taking his hand, she began to pull him behind her, down into the basement.
"I'm doing a lot better, now that I've got a place. Supplies have started to come in, and I've put in a contract to have my shop rebuilt," she explained as she led him down the stairs. "There's still a lot of work to do, but having a start makes me feel better. How're you holding up?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him. She wondered just how much he still had of his product and how soon she'd have to deal with him tweaking. Jezebelle wanted to get back in business as soon as possible, but no matter how quickly she worked it would still take some time.
His eyes wandered as she led him to the basement, quite interested to see her work space, so to speak. Once his eyes were done wandering, he looked on back down to Jezebelle, returning the same small smile to her. "I've... been better. It's been a hellish past few days for me. Was caught up in a demon attack and was in the hospital for a bit." Well, said demon attack wasn't why he was in the hospital, but she didn't need to know the details. "Actually, I almost thought I lost your coke for a couple of days, but it turns out a dog buried it." Rolling his eyes he shook his head, still wanting to drop kick Autumn's familiar for it. "But I have it back now. Should have enough to last me for a little under a week. That's my life in a nutshell."
"Are you okay?" she asked, eyes scanning him to look for injuries. Jezebelle didn't like the idea of anything hurting him, even if he wasn't really hers. She still took responsibility for making sure he stayed in one piece. "Where'd you run into the demon? What happened?" She'd managed to avoid them, which was a godsend. With all that had happened lately, the last thing she needed was to deal with a demon attack. "So if I can't have something for you in a week... what's the longest you've gone without a hit?" This was important: part because she needed to know how much time she had, and part because she wanted to know how hard she could push him.
"I'm fine now, just a bit scarred on the arms but that's it. Really, nothing to worry about, Jez." And with that he slipped his arms around her from behind to pull her in close, all while resting his cheek on top of her head. "Demon attacked the place I was staying at. Managed to kill it with an improv explosive. It's dead and that's all that matters. I don't plan on running into another one again." He pulled away enough to look down at her and thought over the question about the cocaine. "Honestly? I can go for maybe a day or two and still be sane, though I've gone a solid week without it before and-" He sighed, trying his best to push that horrid memory out of his mind. "Would prefer not to experience that shit again."
Her eyes closed as his arms slipped around her waist and she settled against him comfortably. Even his proximity was addicting, the warmth and scent of smoke, despite the fact that he was providing her with nothing at present but his presence. As he sighed, she looked up at him. "I'll figure out something," she promised. "You won't have to wait that long." Even if she had to trade for a bit, just to keep him stable, she would manage. And if she couldn't get any or make any in time, well... she'd always been resourceful.
"That's good to hear." Graham let out a sigh of relief. In the past he didn't put that much trust into his drug dealers, but for some reason he was trusting Jezebelle without a second thought. And he probably shouldn't have, seeing she was in such a shady business, a vampire, and he knew close to nothing about her aside from that. Maybe it was the hint of mystery that made her so tempting and thus made Graham put his trust into her delicate hands. Skimming his fingers along her cheek and jawline, he tilted his head to the side while smiling softly. "I'm just glad you're doing better. Seems like you're settling into this little place quite well. Do you need anything else? Didn't know if there were any more daytime errands you needed help with." While he was offering his help one way, the stare in his eyes were offering something quite different, and it didn't help that his touch was beginning to linger lightly down her neck.
Jezebelle laughed softly and closed her eyes, her skin tingling as Graham's hands slid down her neck. She was sure there was something horribly wrong about this, that either she was being manipulated or that he was, but she couldn't decide who was on the losing side. More often than not, she felt like she was getting something for nothing, though she knew he was practically getting all he wanted for free. It was a rather sweet deal on both sides. "No errands, really. The internet makes it horribly easy to shop without dealing with the sun. But I'm not opposed to you keeping me company for a while..."
"Is that so?" He leaned in some more, pressing his lips against her forehead before they trailed down her face. Planting soft kisses against her cold skin, he eventually came to the corner of her lips and stopped, flicking his eyes up to look into hers. "Keeping you company I can definitely do, you don't have to ask twice." Graham smiled against her skin as his lips hovered over her own in an attempt to tease her. What the hell their relationship with each other meant was beyond him, but did it really matter? They seemed to enjoy each other quite well, and that was all that did matter in the end.
Smiling, Jezebelle stole the kiss, unwilling to wait until he was done teasing her. As her lips pressed against his, her fingers ran back into his hair, pulling him closer. She didn't need a name for what they had, fulling knowing it made no sense at all. All that mattered her to her was that he made her feel alive, even without a drop of his blood on her tongue. He'd placed no rules on her, forced her into no corners, and only asked that she provide him with his own addiction if she could. In the meantime, she got anything she asked for. She had no reason to complain, as far as she could see, especially since she was enjoying herself.
The kiss was enough for Graham to spur him forward, pulling away for a second only to pick up Jezebelle by the waist and prop her up on one of the nearby surfaces. Once she was secure, he dove back in, locking his mouth against hers deeply as a hand traced up her thigh. Graham was adamant on going further until something caused him to cease all actions completely - a sharp knock that came from upstairs. Making a peculiar face, he raised a brow at Jezebelle before questioning her. "Another visitor?"
At least another unexpected one. Lex had left Ad Gustum still frustrated as hell and decided to track down his fellow Shade member in hopes that perhaps something interesting would happen. If not... well, this was going to be harder than he thought. Tracking down Jezebelle was already difficult as hell, seeing that her shop had burned down, unknowingly to him. After getting a hold of a few contacts linked to the vampire, Lex soon found out that she relocated to this new building. Why? Not entirely sure, but he would soon find out... if Jezebelle would ever answer the door. Lex leaned against the door frame, rolling his eyes with irritation as he pounded his fist against the door again.
The knock wasn't enough to tear Jezebelle away from Graham, at least not at first. The more adamant second knock had her growling in frustration and ready to tear the head off of whomever dared to disturb them. "Unexpected, of course. I'll be right back," she said, kissing him once more before sliding off the counter. Her hands smoothed over her skirt, sliding it back down and into place before she climbed up the basement stairs. Her heels clicked on the floor as she marched to the front door, steps slowing as she caught sight of the visitor on the other side of the window. "Shit," she muttered, disappearing a second later and reappearing in the basement shadows for only a split second. "Hide," she hissed to Graham. "And for God's sake, be quiet!" Seconds later, she was standing again in her entry hall, opening the front door. "The lovely Lex... How may I help you, darling?" Even though she tried to keep it away, her voice dripped with sarcasm. Close friends they were not.
Graham stood there, blinking with confusion as she ordered him to... hide? From what? Then it suddenly donned on him that perhaps her angry ex-sire/boyfriend/thing might have found out her place and was wanting to pay a visit. Well, that was his initial thought, anyways. It was enough to make him curse under his breath while searching the perimeter for a suitable hiding post. After his eyes locked onto a nearby closet, he slipped inside and promptly closed it, hoping this would be over soon enough.
Once the front door opened, Lex gave Jezebelle a rather unamused look, not fazed by her sarcasm. "Lovely Lex? That's a new one. Think it suits me well, don't you agree?" He smirked while chuckling to himself as he pushed himself off of the structure. "Believe it or not, but I think you might be able to help me with a situation I have, my dear Jezebelle. May I come in?"
While the answer should have obviously been 'no', Jezebelle knew that shutting the door on him would come back to bite her in the ass. She'd already pissed off her sire, and certainly didn't need Lex to jump on the bandwagon. He'd have far too much fun with it. "I suppose so," she said, stepping back to allow him inside. She stuck to the entry hall, hoping he wouldn't wander; the light in the basement was far too revealing. "I don't recall sending you my forwarding address, but I'm not surprised you've found me. What kind of situation are you dealing with?"
Stepping inside the building, Lex took a brisk look over the place before setting his eyes back onto her. "No, you didn't, love, though you do have some contacts with loose tongues, perhaps you should double check that with them if you don't want a tea party to suddenly happen here." Sneering at her, he took several steps closer, sighing as he knew he had to divulge to her his... well, issue. "Seeing that you are quite the chemist, you wouldn't happen to know a way to counterattack blood effects, would you? Or just make them less annoying?" Or you can bend over the table right on over there and we can call it a night.
"Well, I'll just have to shine my silver and get out my tea and biscuits, then, won't I?" Jezebelle said with a roll of her eyes. The people who knew where she was were few in number, but Lex was smart enough to track them down. That didn't mean they'd be showing up on her doorstep in droves. "What type of blood effects are you referring to?" she asked, taking a step back. Once upon a time, Jezebelle had honed her abilities to sense danger from a man. While it hadn't been put to use in some time, she was suddenly getting that feeling now, and she didn't like it one bit.
He might have been born in raised in England - Victorian era, nonetheless - but Lex always hated tea. Jezebelle's small remark made him groan as he folded his hands upon his chest. After a moment of silence, Lex swallowed hard before reply to her. "Siren's blood... and for god's sake, don't bloody laugh." She probably would anyways, seeing that Lex in such a vulnerable state of trying to rid himself of something laughable like a raging hard on that acted like a blow-up punch me clown. She could laugh all she wanted at this point, just as long as she could figure out how to help him remedy it.
The request did nothing but amuse her further, as it became abundantly clear that he'd not taken care of the effects yet. If he thought he would be getting between her legs, then he was out of his mind, and that made the situation even more amusing. "You fool," she laughed. "Did you not know she was a siren?" A small part of her wanted to know why he hadn't taken advantage of the siren herself, and yet the woman in her hoped he wasn't the sort to force that kind of thing. It had always been a sensitive subject with Jezebelle, who found sexual aggression a worse offense than murder.
The laugh was enough to penetrate down into the basement, and even though the closet door, making Graham turn his head and perk up a brow. "...the fuck?" Ok, so whatever was going on was apparently hysterical beyond all believe... so that probably ruled out the concept her sire was there. Either way, he had to sit tight before knowing what the hell was going on.
Lex stood there, pretty sure her amusement was a figurative kick in the balls, so that made him five for five, or something like that. Shooting a death glare in her direction, he didn't respond to her question and instead waited for her to stop laughing before responding. "So can you help out or not? Yes or no answer, love, not that bloody difficult."
Was there anything she could do about a mouthful of siren's blood? Jezebelle wasn't sure, but she was curious enough to consider it. Plus, she had the feeling that kicking Lex out would only come back to haunt her, should she ever be in need of his assistance. "I might have something," she said, casting a look towards the basement. This was very poor timing indeed. "Wait here. Let me see what I can find," she said, hoping to hell that he would obey. With that, she turned and hurried down into the basement. She had a number of magical ingredients, all purchased due to her lack of magical ability, as well as a dozen types of bottled blood. It would only take a moment to figure out if she had a combination that would work.
While Lex didn't like the idea of sitting around and waiting while she wandered off elsewhere, he could trust a Shade far more than he could trust anyone else. They were the only people who got an inch of respect and loyalty from Lex without dangling money above his head. Though he didn't stay entire put and began to meander around the first floor, examining the new house to keep himself occupied.
Once Jezebelle was in the basement fiddling about, Graham couldn't help but poke his head out slightly to catch a glimpse of the vampire doing something diligently. She appeared to be alone, but that didn't mean no one else was in the house. He was still curious as to what was going on, thus fulling slipping his head out to look on over to Jezebelle. "...what are you doing?"
She looked up at Graham with a little smile, but kept her voice down, not wanting to attract Lex's attention. "Attempting to calm down a client," she said. "Just give me a few and he'll be gone." At least, that was her hope. Lex wasn't exactly a client, but he wasn't a friend either. He was a fellow vampire and a fellow shade-- a tie that binds, but didn't make them close.
"Calm down...? What, do you have some strung out addict who needs a fix?" Sounded like someone he knew far too well. Then his eyes glanced over what exactly Jezebelle was dealing with when it came to the mixture and barely recognized most of the ingredients. Sadly they didn't teach magical herbs in his botany 101 class back in college. Though that wasn't his main concern. What worried Graham was that if there was someone strung out above, he knew how people could act, and he definitely didn't want Jezebelle to be getting hurt, especially after informing him how she was destined to always be hurt by men. Jezebelle definitely didn't deserve that treatment regardless of the situation.
"Not exactly," Jezebelle said softly. "More like someone who bit off more than they can chew." It was so close to reality that she had to laugh again, pausing as she held a blood filled vial up to the light. If she didn't think the alternative was to let him go assault some poor girl, she might have let Lex be. Surely he hadn't underestimated the effects of the blood; he was old enough to know better. Turning her attention back towards her work, Jezebelle mixed the blood with a number of different herbs. As a vampire, she couldn't work magic, but she could still do chemistry just fine.
While Graham was still confused as hell as to what exactly she was concocting, he couldn't help but lean in the doorframe and watch the beautiful chemist go about her work. "Wish I could help you out, but I'm afraid you're on your own." If he did have the slightest idea, he would have been right at her side to help, also giving him an excuse to move in closer to the woman. Instead he stood there and watched from afar, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Lex, however, had stopped halfway through his wandering at the sound of a laugh, which obviously belonged to Jezebelle. Perking up an ear, he listened carefully as another voice chimed in - a male voice. The vampire's mind began to twist with a variety of thoughts, and he couldn't help but be curious to the whole matter. Finding the entrance to her basement, Lex quietly made his way down the steps. If there was one thing going for him, it was that he could go anywhere without making a sound, though sadly for him he couldn't entirely disappear, due to an annoying light in the basement that illuminated most of the shadows. Peering into the basement, he caught eye of Jezebelle doing her work, along with someone else in the sweep distance watching her.
"What are you up to, love?" Lex called out, his eyes locked onto the elemental. Realizing that the vampire was giving him quite the death glare, Graham could only freeze in his position, staring right back, but with more shock that anything.
"Fuck," Jezebelle cursed under her breath-- a word that rarely left her lips, though was usually telling when it did. Her eyes rose to Lex, then darted to Graham, wondering how to best handle this situation. She immediately felt protective of Graham-- he was hers as far as she was concerned and she knew Lex had no qualms about pushing around humans. There was also the fact that Graham was exactly what Lex usually craved, except that he was male. Maybe that would keep him away, if he was stupid enough to go after the fire elemental. Then again, Lex knew better than to mess with a fire elemental... but he didn't know Graham was one. "I told you to wait upstairs," she said, her amusement quickly vanishing.
"I'm sick and tired of waiting, Jezebelle, especially when you're locking up all the goods down here." Lex walked on down the stairs, still looking the fire elemental in the eye. Now that he was on the same level as the other man, he realized he was... well, quite taller than Lex, but that hadn't stopped in the past. He continued to slowly walk on over to the closet while addressing Jezebelle. "Now why would you be hiding someone down in your basement, hmm? It couldn't possibly have to do with why your precious flower shop was burned down, now was it?"
As Lex smirked, he showed off the slightest hint of his fangs, which was enough to signal to Graham what exactly he was up against. His eyes widened as he watched the vampire nearing him at a painfully slow pace, mentally cursing himself for meeting another vampire. And this one didn't seem as merciful as Jezebelle or Saoirse.
Her eyes followed Lex until he'd gone half the distance to the closet, at which point she put down what she was working on and hurried to put herself between the two men. Graham had never been afraid of her, but he had every reason to be afraid of Lex... and probably should be, unless he planned on setting the vampire on fire. "That's none of your business," Jezebelle said, baring fang back at Lex. She doubted he would adhere to the warning, but it was only proper to give one should she end up advancing.
The day Lex adhered to anything a woman told him to do would quickly follow with hell freezing over. Glaring down at Jezebelle, he let out an amused laugh before tilting his head to the side with a wide smirk. "You make something so discrete sound so obvious, love, you do know that?" His eyes shot back on over to Graham, who in turn began to slowly stand his ground. While he knew he couldn't take on a vampire, especially after seeing Saoirse punch someone and break their jaw with no effort, Graham did know he had another trick up his sleeve in case Lex was stupid enough to try anything. "So does Dixen know that you sneak strange men in rooms behind closed doors, or is that the reason he apparently threw you out in the first place?"
Graham knew that name only because Jezebelle brought it up the night her shop went up in flames. From the way the other vampire was putting it, he made it sound like her sire disowned Jezebelle and set her building to flames because of him, only making his suspicions worse. Now he was beginning to think that this vampire was far worse than Jezebelle's sire, and he was probably right to an extent.
Jezebelle hadn't been selected as a Shade just because she could produce beautiful poisons; she'd been sired because of her ability to kill and her willingness to do so. While many a woman would have shrunk away from Lex under such a threat, it only stirred up the pot as far as Jezebelle was concerned, bringing out the woman that had been made a vampire in the first place. Stepping up to him, she grabbed between his legs and squeezed hard, digging her nails into his shaft. If she wanted to, she could have ripped it off, but that would likely end with more blood being shed on her behalf as well. "Like you, Dixen forgot what I am capable of," Jezebelle hissed, cranking her hand slowly at an angle that could not possibly be natural to Lex. "He thought me a pet, rather than an equal. Do you need a reminder?"
No reminder was needed, especially when said reminder involved nails digging into his groin. Somewhere in his mind, Lex was taking back all the times he damned the recent women taking cheap shots at him, because this was torture. Even Graham was cringing at the sight. Though the initial wave of agony washed over Lex, and he snarled lowly to Jezebelle in reply. "You need a reminder that you are nothing but a pet." And with sheer agility, he brought his hand back only to whip it across Jezebelle's face to knock her away from him. "Dixen had one thing right and that was to get rid of-"
The vampire caught a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye and the paranoid side of him instantly reacted, spinning on his heels to face the rather furious fire elemental that was charging him with a chair in hand. Before Graham could smash the wooden structure over Lex's head, the vampire reached out to grab one of the legs, ending the attempt to strike him down. "Well, well, well... aren't you a cocky son of a bitch."
"Leave her the fuck alone," Graham snarled back at Lex, even though he was obviously losing in the power struggle between the two. As he desperately tried to win the encounter, the raw strength Lex had being a vampire was clearly to Graham's disadvantage, and it only made Lex cackle lowly to himself in twisted amusement.
Jezebelle fell to the floor under the force of Lex's blow, growling as she felt the sting blossom across her cheek. If he'd bruised any bones, they would heal soon enough, and that wasn't her focus, not when Graham had brought himself into the equation. It gave her just enough time to slip one high heeled shoe off her foot, then slam the heel into the side of Lex's thigh. Like any intelligent assassin, she'd had silver spikes set inside her shoes, a defense against vampires whenever she needed one. As blood poured over her hand, she broke the heel off and backed away, pulling herself to her feet with wicked glee in her eyes. "Bitch bites, remember?"
A sharp cry escaped Lex as the silver spike found home in his thigh. Staggering away, he let go of the chair, causing the abrupt shift in power to bring Graham falling to the ground. The vampire propped himself up against one of the counters, groaning in pain as he eyed the wound, knowing there was only one way to stop the pain - remove it. Grabbing the spike, he let out a massive scream while struggling to yank it out, which he eventually did. His hand, sadly, suffered from a massive burn in the process from removing it, but it was either that or let the silver eat away at his body until he rotted to death. And he preferred to keep his leg, thank you very much. "You should know better than to strike out against your own kind than to protect a fucking human."
She couldn't help but grin as she watched him suffer. Any man that hit her deserved to do so; she'd spared her sire due to the years behind them, but would have dealt him the same if she saw him again. "Self defense," she said simply. "You hit me. If you were human, I'd have done worse and you know it." Historically, Jezebelle was known for lashing out against men, specifically those who treated women poorly. Anyone who knew an ounce of her history knew she could be as deadly as any male, even if they didn't respect that. Grabbing the vile off the work counter, Jezebelle held it out for Lex. "You should go, love. Find yourself an earth elemental; they'll make you feel better."
Snatching the vial away from Jezebelle, Lex stared the woman down, seeming to have no intention of leaving soon. True, he had gotten what he came for, but he wasn't letting the bitch have the upper hand in the matter. "You deserved to be hit for thinking that you're superior to someone such as myself. You should be happy I didn't cut your head off and watch you die like I've done to those in the past. And for fucking stabbing me with bloody silver, you better know that I'm not going to-"
His words were cut short by the sudden sound of a match being struck up. By the time Lex darted his eyes to inspect what was going on, Graham had already cranked the bunsen burner near the counter Lex was at on and dropped the lit match. Once the gas ignited into a sharp flame, Graham grasped Jezebelle by the arm and pulled her away, shielding her from the harsh fire. Lex saw one glimpse of the burning fire and was up against the wall on the opposite side in less than a second. Even though he was injured and in serious pain, it didn't mask his intense fear of fire. It was then he noticed his jacket had caught flame and he instantly discarded it from his body and threw it like a sissy girl to the ground, watching the fire eat away at the cheap material.
"You heard the lady." Graham called out to Lex, narrowing his equally burning eyes onto the vampire. "Go." And Lex didn't have to be reminded again, especially when there was fire involved. Clutching onto the vial, Lex limped on up the stairs as fast as he could before slipping into the closest shadow possible, vanishing from the house altogether. Graham waited another minute before turning the burner off, then brought his gaze down to Jezebelle, making sure she wasn't injured.
"I resend your invitation, Lex Bostwick," Jezebelle said, staring into the space from where Lex had vanished. That should have been enough to prevent him from walking through her front door ever again, but it didn't calm her nerves. She was wound up tight now, ready for a fight and angry as a bag of wasps. Shaking slightly, she turned to face Graham, still feeling the heat from the flame even after it was gone. "Thank you," she said softly. "Are you okay?" Her focus had been on Lex and she hadn't paid enough attention to how Graham had fared in the altercation. Looking him over now, he seemed to be fine, but it seemed better to ask.
"Just shaken up... that's all." Graham smoothed his hands over Jezebelle's form, glad to hear that she was indeed ok. "Who the fuck was that and why was he here?" While he was in no position to be asking such a thing, he had to know. Lex obviously either had a vendetta out for Jezebelle or women in general, but either way Graham didn't approve of the other vampire. At the very least he wanted to know if he was going to be safe leaving her house in the middle of the night, not wanting to be eviscerated by Lex as he exited the building.
"I suppose I could say he's family, but not in the literal sense," Jezebelle explained, slowly curling her arms around Graham's waist. "We're of the same line. And he's my senior by at least thirty years. He drank from a siren which is like liquid Viagra," she said, her lips turning up slightly. "He was looking for something to calm him down and he knows I'm good with the drugs. I told him to stay upstairs." She'd hoped that he would respect her enough to listen, but wasn't completely surprised that he hadn't.
The mass influx of information made Graham go through a series of facial expression within seconds, starting with confused, then amused, then understanding, then concerned. "He's not going to come back after you, is he?" While Graham was certain Jezebelle could have held her ground if he wasn't present to start a fire, he couldn't help but envision other possibilities if he wasn't there, seeing that Lex was quite the violent type and hyped up on... liquid Viagra. Last thing Graham wanted to worry about was him coming back to finally give Jezebelle what she didn't deserve. The thought alone made him squeeze the vampire slightly, not wanting to let her go anytime soon.
Jezebelle rested her head on Graham's shoulder and listened to his heart beat. It was soothing, even if faster than usual. She knew that was her fault, and it bothered her that she'd put him in danger... well, more danger than he expected when associating with a drug dealer. "Maybe," she said. "I mean nothing to him. I suppose it depends on how pissed off he remains and if he thinks I'm worth it." She sighed, then kissed his shoulder. "You should stay here tonight. At least till daylight." Graham was an easier target than her, being human, but Jezebelle wouldn't let him be so tonight.
Upon hearing her suggestion to crash at her place for the night, Graham smiled softly while looking down to eye her. "I think I'll take you up on that offer." Besides, from the livid look in Lex's eyes when he left, Graham had a feeling that the vampire would remain pissed off. Hopefully he wouldn't come back to finish what he started with Jezebelle or himself. It was hard to believe they were "family," too. Lex seemed like such a vain, reckless bastard whereas Jezebelle had a much softer side to her. Well, she did now, anyways. She wasn't as open with Graham when he first met her, and the thought made him scrunch in his face. "You've been quite the hospitable lady as of lately to me," Graham teased her with a grin while lifting up her chin to gaze at her face. "Is that a vampire thing or something?"
"I've always been a lady," Jezebelle laughed softly. "I just didn't have room to be hospitable before, and I didn't know you well enough to be so." She still didn't know Graham all that well, but he'd gone up against Lex to protect her and that was plenty. "The vampire things... you'll pick up on them. But if hospitality were a thing in my family, then Lex wouldn't fit in, now would he?" Bastard was good at what he did, but Jezebelle was convinced that that included being a prick. That seemed to be a common trait with many of the men in her house.
"No, I don't think he would." Then again, how the hell did he fit in? Him and Jezebelle seemed to be opposites, minus the fact that they both seemed to know what they were doing in the heat of combat. Did that count? Graham wasn't sure nor did he wish to dwell on it any further. Letting out a sigh, he nuzzled into Jezebelle's face, whispering gently to her. "Though you, lovely lady, should show me where I should crash for the night. I don't care if it's the floor as long as you give me a pillow or some shit." He was hoping that wasn't the case, but it was such a delight to tease Jezebelle and watch her smile.
"I was hoping you might share my coffin with me," Jezebelle grinned, waiting for a response. She's never slept in a coffin, nor did she intend to, but she didn't know if Graham knew that. She could tease right back when it came to that sort of thing. Besides, he should know better; she'd never make a guest sleep on the floor. "Come on," she said, tugging him towards the stairs. "First thing I got was a bed. Even we've gotta sleep." Most of them anyways. She knew there were some vampires out there that could go without, but Jezebelle wasn't one of them.
A coffin? Seriously? Graham perked up a brow to give her a peculiar look before breaking out into laughter. "Hey if it's a big enough fucking coffin, I'm not going to say no to that. First time for everything, right?" Shaking his head, he followed her to the stairs while still smiling. With the whole confrontation aside, Graham was quite glad he decided to stop on by and check up on Jezebelle. Apparently making choices when he was recovering from one too many drinks wasn't as bad as everyone was making it out to be.
"I would never sleep in a coffin if I didn't have to," Jezebelle said, looking over her shoulder as she led the way. The bedroom was in a back corner, a large room with no windows and seals around the door. It was set up so that not even the tiniest bit of light could sneak in while she was sleeping, otherwise she'd never get to sleep. It was one of those quirks that she'd learned to deal with, no matter how much of a pain it was. Sleeping in a coffin would have solved the problem, but she wasn't willing to do that unless she had no other option. The bedroom was decorated lavishly, with rich colors and soft fabrics. Jezebelle turned on the light by the bed before shutting them in. "Now where were we?" she asked, turning towards him with a coy smile.
"Oh shit, you forgot?" Graham smirked before easing into her slightly, his hands running down her sides. "Guess I'll have to remind you, won't I?" That said, Graham pulled her in closer to his body with a gentle chuckle as he nuzzled his face into hers. The room was quite a lovely setting for the two of them. Far better than the basement or a coffin of any sort. He could get used to something like this. Staring into her eyes for a second, Graham leaned into her more before finally kissing her lips. "Remember now?" He spoke against her lips gently, running a hand across her back as he waited for her to respond.
Had humans always been this interesting? Somehow she'd forgotten. She'd gone far too long without them in her company and now she remembered just what she was missing. Either that, or Graham just had that spark about him. It wouldn't surprise her if he was a rare gem. "Oh yes," she smiled, gently scraping her fangs over his bottom lip as she kissed him. No need to draw blood now when she was hoping for a taste when things got hot and heavy, as she was sure they would eventually. As wound up as she'd been from the fight, this was a much better way to let off some steam.