Connor (unnaturalyouth) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-03-18 23:31:00 |
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Log: Mutual Trust
WHO: Connor & Lily
WHEN: 16 March 2014
WHERE: The Raconteur
Connor frequently ventured off school campus as he'd never been good at following rules and the idea of remaining cooped up in a room overnight just didn't appeal. Besides he needed to feed and he didn't believe in eating where you lived, too much risk involved and the less attention he drew to himself the better.
The Sinclair family prided themselves on their ability to fly beneath the radar and that was how they had survived countless centuries, Connor wasn't about to ruin their run all because he felt like being unruly and disobedient.
Clad in black and wrapped up tightly in his coat the vampire breezed into the Raconteur, moving through the crowd effortlessly before ordering a drink at which point he settled where he was, light eyes scanning the crowd, looking for just the right... person.
Patience was something he'd developed and nurtured over the last thirty years and Connor's tastes were picky, so much so that he would gladly wait until he saw a perfect fit.
Lily had decided pretty early on that she didn't like the school much. The students were... so interesting in their own right aside from their powers or supernatural status and that made her feel very ill at ease, and very boring. She had taken her leave of the school for the evening, decided that perhaps it would be best that she spend time in the town and get to know the area a little better. She had had a week's worth of classes and was already over the fact that she was stuck in this place until she was allowed to leave.
At least here, she had no one breathing down her neck to make sure that she had her gloves on, and so she didn't. They were in her dorm room, left there because she would not be shackled on a night out.
"Buy me a drink?" she asked, her fingertips brushing over the pulse point of a slightly older man's wrist. Her lips, painted red, curled up into a small smile. He almost tripped over himself to what she wanted, buying her a drink regardless of the fact that she clearly wasn't old enough for the glass of white wine he was handing over to her.
She thanked him and then carefully moved away, eyes surveying the rest of the bar. It was nicer in here, at least, than she had been expecting. She wet her lower lip and took a sip of her wine, leaving a lipstick stain on the rim of the glass. She was dressed in a pair of black jeans that clung to her and a pair of heeled boots that wrapped around her calves. A shirt finished off her ensemble, a white blouse that was almost see-through enough but not quite so it piqued the interest of any interested party. Her hair was down and fell over her shoulders in curls.
Kohl lined eyes surveyed the people around the bar, passing more than once over an individual sat at the bar. She caught his eyes on of the passes and drew her lower lip between her teeth, one eyebrow arching slightly before she turned on her heel.
It was as Lily left the company of the older man that Connor took note of her, following the long elegant curve of her neck to the point where it met her shoulders, shoulders that were hidden by the long curls. He passed his gaze over her and then away from her until on another sweep she was bold enough to catch his eyes, teeth toying with her lower lip and that eyebrow arch was almost challenging.
Intriguing, Connor swallowed his drink and then rose to his feet, moving with apparent ease and almost next to no weight on his footsteps as he moved as if he weren’t natural to the world. Truthfully he wasn’t any longer, had been once, but that had been a very long time ago.
He followed her scent until he approached her with distinct confidence in his step.
When the young man who had caught her eye met her eyes, Lily knew that she'd managed to catch his attention and her lips had curled in a smile when she'd turned away moving from the main part of the small establishment to a quieter section where patrons who wanted to have a bit of a quieter talk sat, where the food was served during the appropriate hours. She left her wine glass, almost empty, stained with her lipstick, on a table beside the door. There was one patron in there, enjoying the quiet and it was with another touch that she had him leaving.
She felt a little faint after that, but it was no matter because as soon as she turned to watch the other patron leave and balance herself on the table, he approached her, an attractive confidence in his step. She looked pleased - and perhaps a little surprised - that he had followed. She hadn't even needed to persuade him or make him follow her.
"Hello," she greeted with a small smile, British accent startlingly clear amongst the hum of the Americans that filled this place.
“Evening,” Connor returned with a smile as he came that much closer, eyes running over her and finding that his attention lingered a little too long on her neck, which caused him to catch himself and just find her gaze. He didn’t quite know how his power worked, but he engaged it without thinking and that was exactly what he was doing as he held her gaze, curious and wanting to know how she’d taste on his tongue.
She wasn’t from around here, from England judging by the accent, and the unfamiliarity of her was appealing, especially as Connor believed in picking people that were captivating as well as unknown to him.
“Can I get you a drink?”
Lily glanced behind him, pleased to some extent that they were alone in this area of The Raconteur. He was interesting, he looked slightly out of place but in a way that made him unique and intriguing and Lily liked that in a person. She liked someone who was more than they seemed and she certainly got the impression that this person was more than he seemed. He looked to be about her age, too, which was a blessing because she would not have considered this kind of encounter with the men who she had been making buy her drinks all night.
Heaven forbid.
"White wine," Lily said, "If you're serious about the offer." She tilted her head as her eyes did a quick once over. She held his eyes when he'd made eye contact with her, though there was no reaction in her that may have indicated she was effected at all by anything other than her own curiosity about the young man. "Please."
Connor was confused as by now she should have been transfixed, putty in his hands, and yet she still seemed able to form coherent thought and she lacked the same glazed look to her face as the others had when he used his power.
It worked, he knew it worked, but it wasn’t for some reason.
He was close to frowning but he stopped himself, not wanting to let on that he was in any way troubled, especially as he got the feeling that this young woman might be more than she appeared to be.
“White wine,” he murmured to a passing server, not bothering to take his eyes off her, almost as though he was trying to will her into some sort of submission. “Do you have a name?”
"Lily," she offered by way of introduction, feeling no harm in offering him her name, after all, it wasn't like he was any threat to her. And she was meeting his eyes quite easily, look for look, wondering what it was that he was seeing or trying to see with his intensity.
She broke the gaze only to thank the server when the drink was provided to her and she curled her fingers around the stem of the wine glass, lifting it to her lips and taking a sip whilst her attention returned to the stranger. The server departed as quickly as he had arrived.
"Do you?"
It would seem his intent on feeding on her this evening looked bound for disaster and Connor broke eye contact, running his fingers through his hair as he tried to push down the surge of annoyance that accompanied the fact that his power seemed to be broken. Was that something that happened? The Sinclairs had never mentioned it and Connor thought it might be something they thought to mention, especially when they sent him away to a foreign school.
“Connor,” he offered after a beat before his hand drew a chair out for her, figuring they might as well sit and see where this conversation took them.
He settled in the other chair and his hands shed his jacket, the dark material being hung across the back.
Lily noticed the pushing of his hand through his hair and how it mussed up those strands a little before she just nodded and sat down at his silent suggestion. "Connor," she repeated, trying the name out on her tongue. Suited him, strangely. She reached out, fingers touching the back of his hand, "And where are you from?" she asked, it was often a question she used as a test, but like him, she didn't feel that same tingle as she normally did from the use of her powers, nor the tug at the back of her mind.
Confusion flicked over her face briefly, too, before she withdrew her hand. Surely she should be able to- She didn't have a limit on how much she could use her powers in that they shut themselves off after a certain amount of time, not that she was aware of. And she had never been influenced or affected by wine before.
Connor watched the way in which she touched his hand and then followed her movements, she seemed confused, like she was expecting a different response? His eyes narrowed ever so slightly in the corners as he tried to work her out because she was the first person since he had become a vampire that was seemingly immune to his “charms”.
It felt as though they were tiptoeing around something and Connor felt that answers were needed, especially as he didn’t like not knowing.
“You’re different,” he remarked, voice pitched low and gaze fixed. “Not like the rest. Special.”
Lily's eyebrow lifted at the accusation that she was different. "If that's a pick up line," she started, placing her glass down on the table carefully, "then it needs some work." There was something about his gaze, the intensity of it that drew her in but it was out of sheer curiosity. She'd caught him looking frustrated or confused, perhaps, earlier. Maybe even in a similar way to the confusion that had moved through her.
And if he was calling her out on being special, what did that make him? Was it that he was immune to her? She felt a surge of panic ripple in her chest, her heart speeding up a fraction because she'd never been in a situation where she couldn't use her powers to get out of it.
"So what if I am?"
She was nervous or at least off kilter, that much Connor could hear as her heartbeat quickened and the flood of blood which accompanied it was dizzying, especially as he could almost see it running through her veins. He felt the press of his fangs against the edge of his tongue, but he forcibly pushed the bloodlust to one side and just focused on the conversation. He wasn't a monster, could be if he wanted, but that wasn't all he was.
"That would explain a few things," he remarked as he watched her closely. "Normally? By this point?" He began as he leaned back, arm lifting to rest across the back of his chair and gaze trickling to where his fingers were resting against the table before it sought out Lily's eyes. "You'd be putty in my hands, to do with as I wanted."
He reached out, picked up her glass and helped himself to a sip before it was placed back on the table.
“Obviously my charms aren’t as effective on you as they are on others.”
Watching him carefully, Lily listened as he talked, that nervousness not yet subsiding, trying to work out what she would do if this went wrong. She often flirted with danger and dangerous people but she could always get out of it with a touch. This time, she couldn't. And the comment about- about doing what he wanted with her? She supposed this was a time she should be glad that she was somehow immune to the ability he was proclaiming to have.
A part of her wanted him to prove it, prove that he could do what he was claiming. A part of her - a larger part - wanted to know what he had wanted to do to her. He had wanted something from her before she had even attempted to touch him and that in itself was enough to catch Lily's burning curiosity and stoke it.
She met his eyes, "And just what was it you were planning on doing with me?" she asked boldly, though her heart was still hammering.
She was bold or trying to be, but her heart was the very thing that gave her away. It was too fast, too quick to be settled and at ease. She wasn’t aware that he could hear every flutter and panicked breath which escaped her, subtle and below normal hearing range, but perfectly clear to a vampire who made noticing the small things his priority.
“I wonder if you really want to know the answer to that question,” Connor offered as his gaze wandered the length of her arm and focused on her neck, his sharp eyes picking up on the movement of pulse and the intake of breath.
Lily lifted her chin a little defiantly, frustrated that he would question her. "If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked," she said plainly, wanting to know even more now than she had done before. She watched as his gaze slid up her arm, lingered on her neck and, just out of that same curiosity, she tilted her head to the side slightly, exposing it just that little bit more, the graceful arch almost bared.
She laced her fingers together, eyes still on Connor, though he wasn't making eye contact with her anymore. She wondered what it was that he wanted, what it was that he was. She knew there was supernaturals in this area that didn't live at the school, this place just seemed to be that sort of area. And she hadn't seen him around.
"So tell me," she demanded, her voice low.
She was baring her neck, what was she trying to achieve exactly by doing that? His interest? She already had that, far more than the rest of the people around them as Connor focused in and everything else just sort of fell away. His eyes narrowed and a momentary flash of hunger caused a haze of red to fall over Connor’s regard, but thanks to the Sinclairs and their patience he was able to think past it and be more than what his impulses wanted him to be.
He’d already been a cold blooded killer once already, blood all but coating him from head to foot as he’d indulged that need for blood and not once had he stopped to consider the consequences of his actions but those were the actions of a newly turned vampire, Connor was long since past that stage of his life.
“I intended to feed,” he shared, voice pitched low and lips parting to show a brief flash of fangs until they retreated. Had the Sinclairs been here they would have admonished him for sharing so freely, but Connor felt that there was an understanding at this table, one he felt the need to explore further.
Okay.
Now that? That got Lily's attention. The sudden speeding of her heart was, this time, not related to fear but something more akin to excitement. Flirting with danger, this was something she was more than happy to do. She knew that he wouldn't be able to kill her here, not surrounded by so many people, and if it were just to feed then perhaps it would not have been so bad. She wet her lower lip, leaning across the table, closer to him, wine glass being gently pushed out of the way.
"Vampire," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper though it contained the excitement that coursed through her at the chance to feel an adrenaline rush like no other. The flash of fangs- she wasn't going to lie, were- well, it was bloody attractive, that was for sure. Something about the definition pushed all the right buttons as far as Lily was concerned.
Her eyebrow lifted, lips coming up in a mischievous smile. "You know all you would have had to do was ask nicely," she commented, resting her chin in her hand, elbow on the table. "I wouldn't have said no."
Connor’s eyes tracked the movements of Lily as instead of being put off by his admission she seemed intrigued, the beat of her heart quickening for what he could smell was for a very different reason altogether. He’d known from the moment he’d laid eyes on her that she was unique, so much so that he had followed her, the intent to taste her blood and recall her much later that evening when he could sit and reflect.
“I have to admit that’s a first,” he said with a small smirk that curved his lips. “Not many people are so forthright or willing.”
He boldly reached across the table and laid claim to her wrist in his cool hand, fingers tracing the exact point where her life beat against her skin, head tilting as he watched her closely.
"I thought we'd already worked out that I was different," Lily purred, eyes flicking to where his fingers were moving along her pulse point. Her tongue moved over her lower lip and she swallowed, feeling those nerves warring - and losing - with an excitement that was pounding in her veins.
She cut her eyes to his, meeting them boldly, "Not so many people are so bold as to touch me, either," she commented, finding it somewhat thrilling that he was able to do this and she couldn't stop him, that her touch was useless. It meant he was important; she needed to keep him on her good side. Needed to ensure that he could never be used against her.
"So I suppose we're evenly matched."
She looked at him through her lashes, "So, Connor," she murmured, accent crisp and clear, "do we need to take this somewhere more private?"
He felt the *thump thump* of her heart as it quickened beneath his touch and he angled his head in such a way that his light regard rested firmly on her face, a trace of darkness creeping in at the corners as the monster behind the mask of humanity smelt an opportunity. It was a constant battle, a neverending struggle, a war that he suspected would be ongoing, between the dark nature present within him and the light he still clung to as part of his past life.
“It would seem so,” he agreed with a nod of his head, that grip growing that much firmer until he collected his jacket and rose to his feet, strength present in the hand which afforded Lily support to her feet if she so desired to trip down the rabbit hole this evening.
He also found her accent enjoyable, pleasing to the ear. “I think it might be wise.”
Unlike some who may have seen the monster that lurked underneath Connor's skin, Lily seemed more intrigued and fascinated and, she wasn't going to lie, a little turned on by the darkness. There was a thrill there that she couldn't deny, the dangerous undercurrent that was causing heat to flush through her.
She took the proffered hand and curled her warm fingers around his cooler ones, taking one last sip of her wine before she was rising elegantly on those heels and standing beside him, matching him in height though she would be slightly shorter without those shoes on.
"Then lead on," she said carefully, not releasing his hand as she came to stand beside him properly.
Connor hadn’t met many humans so eager to experience the bite and for all she knew he could be a bloodthirsty monster with little to no regard for life, but here she was, offering him a meal. Thankfully for her Connor whilst he was not ashamed of what he was (he had come to terms with it a very long time) was not the type of vampire to kill without thought. Not anymore. Not since he’d been given the proper education and shown the error of his ways.
He curled his long fingers around her wrist and led her through the crowd, past the door and out onto the street where in the cover of shadow he pressed her up against the wall. His eyes seemed to shine at night, eerily unnatural and in some instances frightening, but the curve of his lips gave away that he was no real threat at this moment in time.
Another place, another time, that was a different matter entirely.
"Classy," Lily teased as she felt the cool bricks against her back, the long arch of her body pressing against it as Connor crowded the space in front of her. Her hands dropped to his hips almost automatically, out of some reflex she had never experienced previously and her eyes quickly looked around them to check that they were alone. She assumed that he wouldn't want people witnessing what he was or what he was about to do to her, after all, people wouldn't take too kindly to a vampire snacking on a young woman so publicly.
That was probably why they were out of the way, pressed against a wall, easily mistaken for an amorous couple with how close he was to her.
She matched the small upward curl of his lips with her own and lifted one hand from his hips only to sweep her hair over one shoulder, leaving the left side of her neck - the side facing away from any potential viewers - bare for him.
"You'll have to forgive me for not knowing the etiquette of being a vampire entree," she offered slightly sarcastically, "this is a new thing to me."
Connor rolled his eyes but instead of saying a word he pressed that much closer, mouth touching the exact place her pulse beat against her neck, teeth grazing the skin and tongue taking a moment to acquaint itself with the way she tasted. He had long ago abandoned quick and messy for something more seductive and would be memorable if he allowed his victims to recall, but Connor was careful about exposing himself. Not that you would think that given the current happenings, but if all else failed and she did turn out to be a liability he could always snap her neck.
In the next instant he had his fangs bared, pressed against skin, until sure enough he bit down and took that first swallow.
It felt euphoric and it was in this moment as her fresh blood flooded his mouth Connor recalled exactly what it had felt like to be alive, thrumming with warmth and more than just a vampire.
It was a strange moment, these two complete strangers trusting one another with secrets that could get them into a lot of trouble. And for Lily the trust was far greater in that she was trusting he would not kill her, trusting that he wouldn't just snap her neck and leave her for dead or rip out her throat and ruin her clothes. Blood was ridiculously difficult to get out of fabric, especially the colour she was wearing on that evening.
She took in a hissed breath when his fangs punctured her skin first of all, but then there was a slight pleasure that rippled through her from the point where his fangs had entered up and down her body, zinging along her nerves. Her fingers curled at his hips, reflexively tightening and drawing him closer as that hissed breath turned into something more of a gasp, eyes closing.
It would seem that this world was full of strange moments, to a lesser or greater extent. It was a risk that was for certain, but some risks seemed worth the leap of faith. His eyes were shut as he took a further drink, tongue flickering across the wound to encourage the bleed, filling his mouth with the rich taste of her blood. Nobody tasted the same that much Connor had determined through trial and error, there were always different, some were sweeter than others and Lily was treading a fine line between tart and just this side of too sweet. It was odd, but enjoyable all the same.
He felt her pull him closer and took that as an indication that he had managed to find a point between pain and pleasure, one that she was not adverse to despite the newness of the situation. Connor had learned restraint, knowing when enough was enough, but he hadn’t taken his fill just yet.
Connor pressed closer, one hand going to the wall beside her as he leaned himself forward, they really did look like an over amorous couple.
Whilst one hand retained its grip on Connor's hip, as he pushed closer her other slid to the curve of his back, the base of his spine as she pressed her head against the wall and felt a strange sense of calm wash over her, a sense of excitement and arousal at the situation they were in, that she was in, and how she was being useful to someone in a way that didn't involve her powers or her money. It was kind of intoxicating.
Her hand slid up his back until she could push her fingers into his hair, furthering the illusion of an over-amorous couple, though as his tongue worked over her skin, she did begin to feel a touch light-headed. Not enough to tell him that he needed to stop, but she was trying to make sure that it didn't get to that point.
No use to anyone if he left her crumpled in a heap, was it.
Connor’s ears were listening to the beat of her heart, waiting for that to indicate to him when he should cease and it was as it slowed, struggled even, that he finally pulled away with fangs retreating but tongue lingered, cleaning away the bloody traces of where his mouth had been.
He retreated out of her personal space and flicked darker than normal eyes up to look at Lily carefully making sure he hadn’t taken too much and she was still with him.
“I trust you’re not feeling too lightheaded?”
Lily dropped her hands away as he retreated out of her space and pressed them against the cool wall, chest heaving slowly, rising and falling with the deep breaths she had to take to draw in enough air so as not to feel dizzier than she already did. That had been quite the high, adrenaline coursing through her.
She opened her eyes to look at him, shaking her head as she met his dark gaze evenly, cheeks even a little flushed, gaze slightly glazed through the bizarre pleasure she had found from the action.
"No," she reassured, "I am feeling quite fine, thank you very much, considering." Her lips twitched a fraction but she didn't move off the wall just yet.
Connor brushed a thumb over the corner of his mouth as he caught a lingering trace of blood and he tilted his head to watch her closely as she sought to reassure him and he could tell by the way her heartbeat returned to a fairly normal beat that he had pulled away in time.
“It’s been a pleasure, Lily.”
He grazed the back of her hand with a kiss before he smirked, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket before he turned on his heel to wander away into the darkness of the night.