Guess It's Long Past Due.

[† Teleristy Elodie †]

Well, the girl had gotten up the nerve to go inside. Finally. It had only taken her almost a full day and getting soaked to the bone and beyond before she treked across the sodden ground to the front door and opened it up to reveal a dry, warm, welcoming foyer. As she had passed through the halls she spotted several other vampires just rising from sleep or for the one or two daywalkers just heading for bed.

They stopped and stared. Whispered to eachother, but the whispers Teleristy could hear were "Do you think she's ok? She looks so sad. I hope she's alright. I'm glad to see her back. I wonder why she left..." Teleristy could have cried because they weren't whispering about how awful she was for going. She smiled at them all, stopped and chatted briefly when they looked open for such. They welcomed her back happily. Tele was in awe. But just because a few people welcomed her back so readily didn't mean all of the vampires would.

Soon she arrived outside the room she shared with Mortifer. She stopped and listened carefully for any sort of motion inside. She then opened the door and peeked about the room, but found it empty. She ran inside, grabbed an outfit from her armoire without looking at it, took her brush, and left again for another free room with a bathroom. She didn't want to be taking a shower and then in walks Mortifer. It would ruin the surprise. So she walked down the hall, making sure everything looked the same as when she entered first.

She found a spare room with a bath and quickly got undressed. She washed her honey blonde locks - the locks she had cut when she left. She regretted it now, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Tele missed her really long hair though. Even if it was easier to straighten it now. And easier - well quicker - to wash. Once she was cleaned up she got out, dried off, and looked at the outfit she had picked. A pair of dark jeans and a black and white polka dotted forties-reminiscent blouse. She stepped into the jeans and slid them up.

As she tried to button them though she realized she was having trouble. She looked down and watched herself strain to get the button to close. "damn it." She muttered to herself, running a hand over her now pudge of a tummy. It had once been flat. Completely flat. Now it buldged and if it kept growing she'd need to go buy new pants. What a pain and she didn't understand why. Since when did vampires gain weight? She knew she had been granted a lot more human characteristics by Ni-Terat, but she wasn't aware that weight gain was one of them.

She had never gained weight in the past. Then again she hadn't eaten human food in the past recently, but now if she wasn't draining people left and right she was craving human food. Apples, strawberries, sandwiches, steak. You name it she wanted it. It was ridiculous. She just couldn't understand why. She poked her stomach a few times and then sighed and slid her shirt on. At least it concealed her growing stomach a bit. Tele turned left and then right before the mirror to make sure. Satisfied she picked up her brush and ran it through her hair until it was silky and untangled.

She went to the cloak she had been carrying with her and scrounged around for her makeup. She pulled out her lipstick and eyeliner and put both on. She made pouting faces at herself and then sighed. She really wasn't ready for this. The vampiress just wasn't ready to see Mortifer. What if he really had found a new girl while she was gone? It was only a month since she left, but she had been 'gone' for a month before that. Teleristy bit her tongue gently so she wouldn't mess up her lipstick and then stood up while shaking her head.

She was already inside. She had to do this. Teleristy exited the room, cloak drapped over her arm. She took deep breaths as she felt a little sick to her stomach in anticipation. She came back to her door and opened it before she could second think it. She closed the door behind her, hung up her cloak and stood staring at her armoire, afraid to look around and see if Mortifer had arrived while she was gone - or even that he hadn't. If he hadn't she might think about leaving. If he had she might throw up or faint or... something else rather unpleasant. All she could think about was the first thing she had to say to Mortifer.

"I love you."

or maybe...

"I missed you."

Either one would be fine. Both were true. Very true. She took a deep breath and turned around slowly.

[Mortifer Cruor Lamia]

Mortifer – who was he?
He had been away for so long.
Or so it seemed.

Of course the vampire was still there, at his home. He had never left, not intentionally. But when his only reason to live hopped off of that train, that’s when part of him died. It felt like it, anyway. Nobody ever wanted to talk with him anymore, because his mood was as sour as it was the day he saw… her …for the second time. Every day on the calendar could be marked with Mortifer freaking out on a vampire, or at least being rude as hell.

The problem was, he let her leave. In a way, he could have stopped her, but he chose not to. He still had no clue why she left, was it something he did? It almost felt like everything was perfect, even if a month before she left she was acting a little strange. But he figured she was just in a bit of a slump, but he would have gladly gotten her out of it. With a sigh, Mortifer threw his bottle of whiskey on the ground, listening to the only mildly delightful smashing sound. He was in someone else’s room anyway, they could clean it up.

Mortifer’s fashion hadn’t changed much, he still wore dark jeans, a studded belt, and this time a black dress shirt unbuttoned. Who needed a muscle shirt underneath? He was sexy… all though he was a lot skinnier, in the past month he got a little lazy with eating. It just didn’t seem to matter anymore. Did anything matter anymore? No, no it didn’t. He’d basically given up. In a way, he was just letting himself rot… he was seeing how long he could go in these conditions without most physical needs met, and most certainly without his emotional needs being filled.

damn her to Hell.
But he loved her.

And that was the problem. He couldn’t hate… her …for leaving him, because, well he loved her no matter what. He always would, and she probably knew that. Or maybe that’s why she left… he’d never expressed emotions that well in his life, and maybe she didn’t know that he cared so much? Did she leave because he was heartless!? He always had these crazy ideas running through his mind, and he always made up scenarios for if she came back. Either way the thoughts made him crazier by the day. It seemed impossible for him to train his brain to focus on anything other than… her.

Out of all of the crazy things that he had come up with, Mortifer believed the most that she probably left him for another guy. And if she ever did return, it would be just to pick up her belongings. She probably wouldn’t even see him. The vampire had never bothered to remove her stuff from the room; it would be too painful to get rid of, even if it already hurt to see it lying around. It almost made it seem like she never left though, and he partially cherished that. But she was…gone.

So he left the random vampire’s room, and strolled down the hall uneasily to go to his room. When he came to the door, he opened it slowly, and as he looked inside he nearly died – again. He wanted to run away, he wanted to pinch himself, he wanted to cry, he wanted to run over to her. But he did nothing. He just stood there, lip trembling and all, like a little whimpy person. That was not Mortifer. Maybe he was dreaming. That had to be it. “Are… you… real?” he had to ask the question as he slowly moved toward her, more scared than he’d ever been in his life. He’d craved this moment for so long, yet now that it was here he was actually frightened about what to do.

He reached out to her, touched her arm gently, and it felt all too real to be a dream. There was no way… but what was he to do? The bitter man standing in front of her wasn’t quite the same. Especially the sensation where he wanted to throw her out of his door, and shout at her. Where had that ever came from? Oh right, yes he had always been like that. But he’d just toned it down. Another part of him wanted to sob and ask her why, why, why. And the last option that he was struggling with was hugging her tightly, and kissing her to show how much he missed her.

Mortifer very much disliked the dilemma he had going on in his brain. If… she …never left this wouldn’t be a problem. Mortifer had actually never once spoke or thought her name once she left. He didn’t know why he did it, but somehow it made him feel just a little bit better about his state. It was more because he didn’t want to feel bitter toward her, her name. This way he would be okay…

The vampire didn’t want to drive her away, yet he didn’t want to accept her so eagerly either. But… he was going to throw his bitterness aside, and embrace that she was right there in front of him. He slowly wrapped his arms around her small body, and hugged her. “How could you?” he said at first, bitterly – angry maybe. But as he tried to fight off his initial reaction, his voice became softer. “I mean why…” he said gently, and his voice soon faded to a whisper. “Do you know how much I missed you? I l…” why did the word seem so hard now? Had he become that sour? “I love you so much, but do you not feel the same?”

He asked her the question, pulling away from their embrace with a hurt look lining his ruby eyes. It was the first time the thin vampire showed his softer emotions in a long time.

[† Teleristy Elodie †]

Oh, Goddess.

As she turned around she saw Mortifer standing in the doorway looking like he couldn't believe the vision before him. Like she was ghost. He slowly asked if she was real and came toward her. Teleristy wanted to run... run right to him and cry and beg him to forgive her for leaving. Instead she was rooted to her spot as he just inched his way closer and closer to her. She felt really sick now. Not with him, just from nerves. She had been so easily nauseas lately.

He touched her and her skin tingled, burned where he touched, but it was pleasant. She flinched a little as he hugged her and angrily asked how she could leave him. She was worried he might throw her out or something unpleasant, but no - he just hugged her. She didn't realize until they reached her lips, but hot tears were pouring down her cheeks and she had begun sobbing. Again. She shuddered as he pulled away. He asked if she knew how much he missed her, said he loved her... but the icing on the cake was when he asked if she didn't feel the same.

She had never planned to get so emotional, or so eratic. She grabbed his dress shirt and buried her face in his chest. "No no no..." She started, but it was too much for her to continue for a moment. Finally she composed herself a little and through her crying she finished her statement. "No, I love you Mortifer. I love you more than you could ever know... especially with what I did. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I just... I don't know what's going on with me anymore!" Teleristy's fists were clenched around the soft fabric, but slowly they released it as she fell to her knees at his feet.

"I'm so... so sorry, Mortifer." And she was. She had never been so sorry for anything in her life. She didn't know how to explain to him how horrible it made her feel to be so emotional, so moody, so unpredicatable, so out of control. She didn't know how to explain how she didn't want him to she her like that... and she certainly didn't know how to explain just how much she had missed him and how much she loved him. She just sat at his feet sobbing like a baby, her whole frame shaking as she cried. This was going exactly how she feared it would go.

Mortifer was angry with her. He had every right to be though. However, now she wondered why she ever left. She knew she did it because she didn't want him to see her going crazy, but... it wasn't worth him hating her. It wasn't worth it to lose him. Why the Hell had she left?! Teleristy cried harder as she thought about that - how stupid she had been to not think through how much it would hurt to lose the man she loved. Even if originally she hadn't planned to come back unless she wasn't crazy any more. She should have known better though - known she wouldn't have been able to stay away from Mortifer.

Tele wiped at her soaked cheeks and found her eyeliner had run. She cursed silently and cried a little harder. Normally she wouldn't have cared about running eyeliner, but that was how emotional she had gotten these days that her eyeliner running made her break down even further. "S-stupid." Everything was stupid. Her eyeliner, her crying, her. "I love you..." She mumbled again out of nowhere. "Please don't ever think I don't, Mortifer. I can't explain... why I l-left, but I just... i-it wasn't because I don't love you. I promise you."

She never wanted to lose him, to hurt him... but that was exactly what she had done. She had had trouble forgiving herself for that kiss with Atler? Well this was about one hundred thousand times worse than that. Her guilt here and now outdid any guilt she had ever felt before. She looked up at Mortifer wearily, scared to meet his gaze. Her eyes travelled over his torso - cringing as she saw how thin he had become. Partially in jealousy because she had gained weight, but mostly just because it meant he hadn't been feeding. For a while. Finally her eyes met his, filled with apprehension over his response to everything and tears that had yet to subside.

There was nothing more she could say besides "I'm so sorry." and "I love you more than anyone else, anything else." And yet she couldn't bring herself to say it again she was that scared that he would yell and tell her to leave... and despite the fact she was queen she would leave if he told her to. She would do anything he told her to if it made him the least bit happier. She would never forgive herself for what she had done. She had ruined everything by leaving. She cursed the fact that she was losing her mind. It wasn't fair. Why her? Everything had been so good and then in a flash it turned right around and her world came crashing down.

What was the matter with her?

((Sorry it's so crappy ;-)

[Mortifer Cruor Lamia]

Her flinching had made him even moe unsure of himself. He had to ask the question, otherwise it would be pointless for him to even be hugging her. How could he know for sure? Normally did people in love leave each other? Was that common? Because Mortifer highly doubted that it was.He frowned when she started cry so soon. Why was she crying? He should have been the one crying right now!! He wanted to so badly. Maybe her crying meant that she missed him.

Mortifer almost gasped when she clung desperately to him, and he was pleasantly surprised with the answer to the question. But he wouldn't cry. He was Mortifer, Mortifer didn't cry. It hurt him to see her all emotional, she pretty much convinced him that she was sorry for leaving. Well, if she loved him so much then what was the reason behind her leaving?

She fell from him and he jumped and quickly bent down. He wasn't too warming because he just didn't know. He hated the feeling of anger that he felt toward her.... toward her leaving. But he wouldn't keep it, he'd try to get rid of it. Because she looked so pitiful, in front of him against the floor. Eventually she was crying so hard that he was almost worried for her well-being. Yet he still wasn't doing anything. It wasn't like him to be so hesitant.

Mortifer swallowed what part of him was scared of her running away again, and picked her up off the floor. It was a sin to see such a pretty girl like her clinging to the floor and balling her eyes out. Not too mention, he cared for her way too much to act that upset. He gently placed her on the bed, and he sat beside her. He pulled her into him, trying to calm her shaking and sobbing.

He put his pale finger gently over her lips to silence her pleading, begging him to understand. "It's fine," he said, his voice odd for he was having trouble adjusting to a more pleasant tone. It had been a long time since he'd used it. Since he'd talked to her. "I believe you, I just don't understand why you left..." he said calmly, he was probably bony to hug but at least he was putting in the effort to comfort her. He wanted her to be okay.

"I really don't like seeing you cry...." he wiped away some of her streaming tears. "I'm so glad you're here again though, you stole my life away when you left, you're my world and with you gone it felt almost like I didn't exist..." when he talked to her he held her head close, staring deeply at her so she would understand that he felt strongly about her. He still somewhat doubted if he let her know that he cared.

{ I didn't reread it and I was multi tasking. It's bound to be awful. XD }

[† Teleristy Elodie †]

"It's fine. I believe you, I just don't understand why you left..."

She never did tell him. She told him she was leaving, but... she didn't explain why to him. Teleristy sighed as he picked her up and set her on the bed. He held her. It felt good to have him hold her now that she had gotten past her original fear. She was still crying a little, but it was subsiding just being near him. She had never noticed before how easily he calmed her down until now. "I... want to explain it, but I don't know if I can. I don't really understand why I left any more either." Mortifer wiped away some of her tears and they slowed to a dull trickle even more quickly. His next words floored her.

"I'm so glad you're here again though, you stole my life away when you left, you're my world and with you gone it felt almost like I didn't exist..."

If only he knew that Teleristy had felt the same way leaving him. She felt like crying harder again, but held it back the best she could. She wanted to kiss him, but she was afraid that might be moving to fast since he still felt hesitant about even hugging her. Her bottom lip trembled as it got harder to hold back her tears. Hearing those words - hearing that she meant so much to him - it felt so good it hurt. Which didn't make much sense, but... maybe it was just because she never felt like she meant that much to anyone before.

Well, even if she didn't dare kiss him, that didn't stop her from hugging him so tightly if he had been human she probably would have crushed his ribs. "You're my world too. I'm so sorry I left. I promise I'll never leave again. I just... things were so confusing with my mind slipping away and it really was. I tried to hide it from you and when I was with you I did feel better - you always make me feel so much better. In the end though I felt it getting harder to hide and harder to control. I wasn't me anymore, Mortifer."

"I'm still not." She mumbled. "I can't control my eating habits. I'm a monster who just drains her victims without even being able to stop herself. I keep having ridiculous mood swings. I'll be happy one minute and crying my eyes out the next. Then ten minutes after that I'll be throwing objects and cursing. All because I couldn't find a pencil or something. Tell me that's normal." She said sarcastically. "I didn't want to let you see me like that. I didn't want to burden you with that."

"So I left, but I couldn't take it. I couldn't stay away from my home." Tele gave him a significant look - meaning she meant him. "I only got worse away from you. It was like I lost the last little threads of sanity I grasped. Everything started slipping away and all I wanted was to come home. So I did. I'm sorry it took me so long. I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier that I needed you - more than I ever could have thought. Not just because I feel more sane around you, but because I had no reason to care about life, about sanity, about anything without you there."

"All I cared about was that I didn't have you." And that was all she cared about right now too. That she might have lost Mortifer over the month she was gone. That she might lose him now because of how her mental health was going. "And eating human food." She added, because she had cared about that too. If she couldn't get ahold of some real human food she would throw a fit. She furrowed her brow and sighed. "Um... but..." She stuttered, not sure what to say though she knew she had to say something more.

She looked up to Mortifer again and swallowed the lump growing in her throat from nerves. Hesitantly, because she was afraid he would push her away, she leaned forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss which grew more passionate as she got bolder. She couldn't help it though. Being near him after being away for so long - she couldn't help but want to kiss him. Of course she did feel it was an unaturally deep rooted want because it felt like she needed it. She mentally crossed her fingers, praying he wouldn't push her away now.

She moved a hand to his neck. She felt like a fire was burning in her as she pulled him closer. Her kiss was feverish and unrelenting, growing greedy as she continued. It had only been a month since she had last kissed him, but it felt like a lifetime. All she could hope was that her kisses would convey her feelings. That they would say "I love you unconditionally. I can't go on without you anymore." Because that was exactly how she felt. That was why she came back. She needed Mortifer to get through the day and ... something told her she really needed to get through the day.

((ehhhhhhhh. your's was good. mine is questionable. I really am not good with emotional...))

[Mortifer Cruor Lamia]

As she spoke behind her reason for leaving he pulled her a little bit closer to his body, with his spindley fingers wrapping gently around her arm. It was better for him to hear that she hadn't left him for another man, or something better. It almost made him smile, but he nearly forgot what a smile was, it had been so long. "That's fine, you don't have to... as long as you didn't leave me for someone," he said it quite honestly, he wanted her to know that it would really hurt him if she did that. Without officially breaking it off first. That would be just as hard, though.

He didn't feel very manly at this point because he was ready to start crying. Because she was back, because she wanted to back, really wanted to be back with him. But again, Mortifer was much to macho to start crying. It didn't stop his lower lip from quivering. He hoped she wouldn't notice that. He tried to hide it the best he could. This was just more emotion than he felt he could handle.

It wasn't long before she was at a point beyond clinging. His love was hugging him so tight he actually had to breathe. Not that he minded her needing him to hold. He felt his newly acquired hard out-look melt slowly away with every word that slipped away from her sweet lips. She had a way, even in her state of tears to make everything sound like candy. "Maybe you're just sick?" he asked calmly, just offering a possibility other than one that hinted toward her going crazy. "But I don't care how moody or how unlike yourself you are, I'll stay with you babe, no matter what," he hugged her a bit tighter for reassurance.

"You'll never be a burden to me..." he said, and his tone finally sounded completely Mortifer. The Mortifer that she would remeber seeing last. She didn't deserve to even get a taste of what he'd become without her. He could only start smiling when she repeatedly said how she needed him, she realized it. "I knew before that I needed you, but not nearly as much after you left. It was weird that I just couldn't function..." he had to put a hand over his own face to stop himself from getting emotional.

Although he was warming up to her easily again, when she kissed him he pulled away. Just for a second, staring at her intensely. But he allowed her to proceed with the gentle kiss, he closed his eyes in acceptance. It didn't take long for his needs to creep up on him, and he kissed her back with just as much passion in his touch. He now had discarded his bitter attitude for the want that he'd battled for the entire month, and tried to get as close to her as he could.

He moved nearer to her, so they were touching closely, and access to her lips was easy. Unnecessarily he breathed heavy, and kissed her cheek. Mortifer pulled away only slightly, their lips and body were still connected but he'd stopped the kissing. He mumbled against her mouth "Teleristy, don't doubt me or yourself again," he pleaded this to her quietly, "I love you," using her name felt weird. It had been so long since he pronounced it's beauty.

[† Teleristy Elodie †]

Leave Mortifer for someone else? God, had he really thought that? "Never." She promised. She loved him and no one else. No one could ever be what Mortifer was to her, not even close. With all they had been through - the hating, the fighting, the drunken effect of potions, the dying, the crying... and just the way his presence made her feel truly alive - no one could ever do that for her except him. Not now, not ever. And with that one word - never - she wanted him to know she meant it, she felt it. She knew.

"You'll never be a burden to me..."

His voice was back to normal. In her apprehension she really had noted the difference - not until he spoke that sentence. Then she could hear the change. This sounded like her Mortifer. The one that forgave her for that stupid thing with Atler when she couldn't forgive herself, the one who fought with a lycan to protect her and held her dying body in the pouring rain, the one who turned her back into a vampire to stop from being seperated from her. The one she had missed more than she could have ever guessed.

She was frightened as he pulled away from the kiss at first, but before she could fall to pieces he was back and before she knew it he was kissing her too. Of course she readily accepted him. She wouldn't be so foolish as to deny him, besides she wanted him, she needed him, and she had started it. When he stopped moving his lips against hers she was scared he would pull away completely, having rethought the whole situation. But no. He just wanted to tell her to never doubt him or herself ever again. To tell her he loved her.

He loved her.

And the sound of her name coming off his lips just sounded so wonderful she could cry again, but she didn't. It was so powerful... she couldn't cry. Teleristy looked him right in the eyes as she replied, "I promise." And she meant it. Every syllable. Whether she was sick, or really going crazy, she would never be so insane that she doubted Mortifer or the love he had for her. Nor the love she had for him or the way he was the only thing keeping her on this Earth. Above Ni-Terat she believed he was her whole reason for existing.

She kissed him again softly. "I love you too. Forever and always. Above everything else." She nuzzled her face against his neck a moment, kissing there and then moving back to sit at the pillows. She tugged Mortifer's hand to tell him to move next to her. She just wanted to cuddle with him and breath in the scent that had haunted her every moment - worst of all her bed at night. She wanted to feel his arms around her - really there, no longer a phantom. And she wanted to taste the lips, his sweet lips, the taste of which had invaded every bit of food - blood or otherwise - that entered her mouth.

When she could she put her lips back to his, nibbling, but not puncturing them with her fangs. If she closed her eyes she might be tempted to believe she had never left. At least until she started getting weird cravings or having a mood swing again. Yet, with Mortifer maybe she'd be alright. Other than all the continued and unecessarily strong crying she felt pretty normal. For the time being and that was all she could ask for. Her lips trailed to his jaw momentarily before ending up right back where they started.

She was at her favorite place now. Her home. She was in her own little world with Mortifer and there was absolutely no where else she'd rather be.

[Mortifer Cruor Lamia]

He had known and cared for Teleristy for so long that it was impossible for him to stay angry with her. He couldn't physically or mentally not accept her back. It was nearly sickening that he was such a softy sometimes. But he couldn't help it, he'd always had a little bit of that in him... 95% bad ass... 5% sweety. Maybe the sweety end had a little more of a percentage to it, but at this moment in time he would not admit that to himself.

He found now that he was smiling. Probably because every word she said was in his favor. Not once did she say that it was his fault, that she honestly wanted to leave due to his actions or attitude. He'd become pretty self-concious in that way over the past month. Anyone would most likely take on that feeling, so he didn't think that he had anything wrong.

They had come a long way. It would have been horrible for it to end over Teleristy just being unsure of what was going on with her. Did she not know that he'd accept her regardless? He had an unspoken promise that he'd love her. Except now he had made it vocal, so she'd know it for sure next time. Mortifer silenced her explanation earlier because he accepted that, too. He understood her immediately, sometimes you just need to get away, and he wouldn't hold that against her at all.

Never once had she said "ew you're skinny" which also made him feel quite content. It probably wasn't as pleasant to be around such a bony corpse, but that didn't seem to matter to her. He brought a hand up to his black hair, with blonde tips and shook it around, adding a little more volume to the messy straight style he was aiming for. "Thank you honey..." he said as she promised. Did he even need to hear anymore? He would be fine to just go back to how they were. Back to normal; like she'd never left him.

Love had never been exchanged so many times between vampires, he was sure. But the words were constant and they spoke them so powerfully. It made his stomach flutter and his heart soar. Could she see it in his eyes? The intense crimson color seemed to soften with every sweet saying that she told him, and he warmed up to her. Slowly he kept getting closer to her, hugging her more powerfully, kissing her more patiently. When she first came they seemed so far away but he closed the distance between them.

His eyes were closed, soaking up her love, her lips and fangs against him. He missed her beautiful presence, and he would fully allow every bit of it. He was slow with kissing her back, but passionate none the less. He just wanted to savor every moment they had together. There was no way he would take her for granted.

[† Teleristy Elodie †]

Honey.

Such a sweet word, and not just because it was a naturally sweet food substance. Just... the way Mortifer called her it. His voice had a way of making everything pleasing to her ears. Even when he was yelling. She didn't understand it. It was so irrational, but... it was one of the few irrational things she loved in this world.

It did not escape Teleristy's attention that Mortifer was nothing but skin and bones. Indeed she had thought about that subject already, but she didn't care. Well, she cared because if he didn't eat the outcome wouldn't be favorable. However, she was not going to draw attention to it yet because she was just too happy to be near him. Besides, if she drew attention to his weight he might draw attention to hers and she really didn't want to go there.

Mortifer moved closer to her and hugged her tighter, kissed her back. He was kissing her slowly, but she could handle it. As long as he was kissing her. Plus it gave her more time to savor his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as she slid her fangs gently through his bottom lip a little. The minute the blood touched her tongue she moaned softly, but also became hungry.

Not for blood though.

She pulled back, then leaned in again to clean the wound. When she pulled back again she slid away from Mortifer and got off the bed. Teleristy head for her armoire and pulled out her cloak. She rummaged through her pockets until she found what she wanted. and out she pulled a box of cookies. She took a deep breath to smell the chocolate and hummed happily. She ran back over to the bed and jumped on it with a grin.

She snuggled back up against Mortifer and opened the cookies. She popped one in her mouth and made a delighted noise as she tasted it. She cuddled Mortifer more, tucking herself right up against him. She nibbled on a second cookie and offered the box to him. "Want one? They're yummy." She said - sounding like a little kid and she munched away on her 'human' food. Goddess, she was so weird these days.

Craving cookies though was something she wasn't going to complain about. At least she wasn't having issues containing bloodlust or her temper or... something. There were worse problems lately that she could have than her human food addiction. "I don't know why I want them so badly, but... they are soooo good. I can't stop eating them. I swear I have like... six boxes in my cloak."

"And... and I really want sushi too. Kalamari to be exact. It's not normal, Mortifer." She was quiet a moment and then groaned. "damn, I had to mention it. Now I really really want kalamari." She kicked her feet in a short tempertantrum and pouted, but munched on another chocolate chip and peanut butter cookie and was content for the time being. She sighed and nuzzled agaisnt Mortifer's chest. "I luff you..." She said, childishly. "Mr. Cookie." she finsihed. Yes... she was talking to the cookie.

She was absolutely positively crazy. She had to be.

((XP))

[Mortifer Cruor Lamia]

His hands trailed pleasantly against her skin, caressing every bit of her flesh that he'd missed so dearly. He trailed along her cheek bone, resting and hesitating on the lips he'd missed for so long, and falling down to graze her slender neck. She was beautiful, and to this day it astonished him that he destroyed such a lovely person's life. How could she kiss him this way when she knew that he'd ruined her life? He had never thought of this subject in such a thorough way until now. Seriously, Mortifer was going to ask her about this.

... after a few more kisses ...

His slow kissing habit was not because of hesitation, it was for him to really take hold of the moment, to understand it. Because he missed her. As blood fled from his lips he released his own groan of pleasure, she really knew how to work her magic as a vampiress for the better. He was really getting into this, with the longing he felt, and the passion in her kiss almost left him breathless. He was going to further their kiss when she slipped away briskly, ditching him.

For cookies.

"Oh my god, baby..." he literally fell back on the bed, he could have fainted. But he sat back up due to her delight with the human food. Reluctantly, but still sweetly he wrapped his arm around her. He had no clue how she could eat that stuff, he'd tried to eat human food as a vampire, and it had to be the most foul tasting creation he'd ever tasted. As a human he'd loved all the stuff, but his only thirst was for blood now. Maybe with her being changed into a human she preferred it...or somethng. He could only imagine what delighted her so much about it. Even the smell made him shiver. What was that scent... chocolate?

Mortifer played with the wound in his lip, trying to taste the blood instead of focusing on her human 'delights.' He laughed at her voice, but said, "No thanks... just a question, how can you eat human food?" he didn't mean it rudely, he was honestly astonished. This was not like her, he had to admit. He wouldn't toss her in the loony bin, but it was weird. Maybe she had an illness or something. He wasn't alarmed, just curious. He probably should have ate the substance, considering his size.

"Really?" as she talked he was bemused. "Do you? That's quite interesting, I've never heard of a vampire caring for food in that way..." most vampires despised the human creations shortly after being turned. "Sushi and cookies?" he really didn't know what to think. He tried to think of every illness that made you crave food, but none came to mind. If only he had been a doctor when sired.

"I'd get you sushi if I knew what Kalamari was or where it was..." he was absolutely puzzled. "But er, you're happy with the cookies?" this was confusing. He'd never seen this side to her. Regardless of her confessing her love for the cookie, he had to ask her a question that had came to mind earlier:

"I just wanted to know something, love, why do you love me when I ruined your life? Remember? I'm the vampire that sired you that night, scared you half to death and just left you, and then I proceeded to try and ruin you when I found you again. So how can you even look at me? What changed?" he asked her this question out of curiousity and confusion. It was a subject that often haunted his brain. He finally had the guts to ask the cookie-lover about it.


OOC: Hah! I was typing sushi and I wrote "sooshi" ... XP

[† Teleristy Elodie †]

((lol. weirdo XP <3 It wasn't quite strawberry cheescake, but... heyyy *shrugs*))

Teleristy munched on her cookies, quite content. Mortifer seemed thoroughly confused and she couldn't blame him. Vampires were supposed to hate human food, but it tasted just fine - better than fine to Tele. He refused her cookie and she shrugged, popping it in her mouth instead. "Your loss." she said after swallowing. "I can't explain this. Maybe it's another gift from Ni-Terat, another human trait. I like human food. Of course it has made me..."

She stopped and just munched on a cookie for a minute before quietly continuing. "It made me put on weight. Not much, I promise! Just a little... I need to stop eating it though before I get worse. Then I'll take the weight off again. I swear." She prayed Mortifer didn't mind that she put on a little weight. It was hardly noticable unless you saw her naked and then it was only a little pudge. On her already extremely slim figure it still made her look thin.

Aww, he said he'd get her Kalamari if he knew what it was and where. She chuckled. "It's squid and they probably have it in one of the towns nearby wherever they sell fish, but it's ok. I am happy with the cookies for now and like I said - with the weight gain thing... I really don't need it." Except she did... "In fact, take these cookies from me now before I finish the box off." Teleristy shoved the box at him and put it in his hand. She then looked away. For all of two seconds before snatching the box back. "Ah, screw it. I want my cookies."

And then Mortifer asked his question.

Teleristy nearly choked on the cookie she had been eating, but she cleared her throat and was fine. "Mortifer... why...?" She sighed and sat up properly, putting the cookie box down on the bed and ignoring it. Mortifer was more important than cookies. "You didn't ruin my life, Mortifer. When I washed up on that shore - yes you killed me, but... you also kept me alive. as far as I knew I had nothing left to live for anyway. Atler I had thought went back to the island and hadn't gotten off. I guess I was wrong there, but... that isn't the point."

"I thought he was gone. I had no idea where Adelaide was, but I was told when I awoke that most of the other ships had crashed as well. I thought her as good as dead. Everyone I knew and loved was dead in my mind. I didn't know anyone had survived except me. I was the only one of my own ship to live... so what were the chances for the rest of the crashes?" She brushed some of his hair out of his face and gave him a small smile. "Because of what you did I stayed on this Earth for... so much longer than I would have otherwise. Long enough to see Adelaide. To find she was alive and spend priceless time with her."

"And you came back and... you planned on ruining me, but... you didn't. I was human and it would have been so easy for you to kill me or hurt me... and you didn't. That was when I decided maybe you were alright. The way I had pictured you I was certain I was going straight to my death when I heard your call and answered it. You were nothing like I expected. Handsome and a lot kinder. Whether you knew it or not. Not to mention later you saved my life. Twice."

"Besides... maybe it was just fate. Didn't you ever wonder why you came all the way to the forest here to find me? Sure you were curious that I had survived and been turned when you bit me... but that curiousity couldn't have possibly been the only reason. Given your laziness," She poked him in the ribs. "That wouldn't have been enough for you to drop whatever life you had before you came here to see one vampiress that you hadn't even really exchanged words with. It was a to go meal, you must admit."

She smirked a little and then moved closer and leaned in so her lips were almost brushing his. "And love doesn't need a reason anyway. It comes when least expected and where least expected. The less expected it is the stronger it will be. I should have hated you with every fiber of my being, but... instead I love you that much. With every fiber of my being. You gave me life Mortifer, everlasting life. Some would consider it death, but between Ni-Terat's gifts and your presence... I could never consider it that. It's hardly different from when I had to breathe and had to eat human food."

"Except the part where I have fangs and go grr before drinking blood." She giggled and kissed him sweetly. "You gave me life." She repeated. In more ways than one, though she was unaware of the other way he had given her life as of yet. She kissed him again, more passionately and snuggled in against him once more. No sooner had she snuggled though than she started feeling nauseous. She took a deep breath and waited for it to pass, but it didn't.

"Excuse me, think I ate too many cookies." With that she jumped up and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She leaned over the toilet and vomited. "Ugh." This wasn't uncommon for her. She'd been doing it more and more frequently for the past two months. She figured it had to be do to eating human food which she wasn't used to in large quantities. She sat down on the floor next to the toilet since she still felt sick. What a mood destroyer. 'Sorry, honey...' She thought to herself, apologizing to Mortifer for running off on him. What was she to do though? Throwing up on him would be a lot worse.

Teleristy growled and her pleasant mood from a moment ago disappeared. She grabbed up a ceramic soap dish on the sink nearby and hurled it at the wall. "Goddess, damn it!" She screeched. "It's not fair!" Why did she have to get sick now?! She just got home and she and Mortifer were just starting to get back to normal. They were having a serious conversation... and then she had to go and vomit. Which she had to do again. Teleristy moved back over the toilet and threw up again. She pulled back when she was done and used a wet washcloth laying on the sink to wipe down her glistening face.

What the hell was wrong with her?! She couldn't take this much longer. She wanted to know what was wrong and soon, because it was driving her crazy these mood swings and cravings and the vomiting. Plus, there was no way she could have a steady relationship with Mortifer like this, right? Not fair at all.

((p.s.: the dor is closed, but unlocked - in case you were wondering.))

[Mortifer Cruor Lamia]

(Warning - this post may be short
Lol everyone is vomiting in threads with me... XD)

"Maybe.. I didn't think that any vampire could eat it though, but that's cool. I wish I enjoyed it, blood should have different flavors," he joked, all though even after all these years he still craved that taste. Everytime it was ecstasy, which suddenly made him wish that he had eaten recently. He almost felt his fangs protrude into his lips, probably all his imagination though. He could almost laugh as Teleristy flipped out over her weight. But he didn't, because she was obviously concerned.

"Don't worry about it, I can't tell, and besides don't do it for me, you sound like you want to get rid of it for me, not for you, I'll accept you, even if you weighed millions of pounds..." he poked her playfully. "Besides, I didn't think that vampires could gain weight.." again confusion lined his face, and he stared at her. Was she human again? Maybe that was why he felt so hungry. He raised his eyebrows at her, thinking of the possibility. He wouldn't ask, it didn't matter to him, just on an empty stomach it might. But wait! She couldn't be... he licked his lower lip and swore those were fang marks.

Hmmm.

The look on her face and the actions following his question implied that she was mildly horrified that he'd asked that question. His intenetions were not to put her on the spot, but he had to know. Regardless of her choking on a cookie - he had to know. Staring at her until she began to answer, he decided to just sit back and listen. The answer was much more appealing than he assumed it would be. Mortifer thought she would express what he feared, that she really thought he'd ruined her life. It was sad thought, but she put those worries to rest.

If she had nothing else to live for - then didn't he just prolong that pain? By making her live even longer? Soon he nodded as she remembered spending more time with Adelaide, and probably thinking of how she got to see Alter again. He smirked bitterly. What events he had been pulled through, even if she was worth it, looking back on it he wondered how he made it through. He was never one with a mind to tough it out in those situations. Normally he would leave.

"I guess that badaxx image of me only lasted while we didn't converse..." he gave her a cute smile, trying to remember that night. What had happened? Why hadn't he killed her? As Mortifer talked and Tele spoke he was more thinking that he'd fancied her earlier on. It must have been some kind of fate, otherwise why would he chase after someone he'd sired so long ago? He'd sired others, why Teleristy? Looking in her eyes now he knew why, but then?

He grinned a bit when she mentioned his laziness. A little true, a little true. "Mm, and I love youu," he responded, her closeness to his lips was intoxicating, and her voice praising him. It was heaven. Mortifer enjoyed her kisses and closeness until once again - she left. What was it this time?

'Sorry, honey...'
Whispered in his head. He wasn't reading her mind. But thoughts still just came to him sometimes, regardless of how old he was. He also heard her retch, with his acute ears, and he stared at the bathroom door curiously. Vampires didn't get sick, either. Not like that. Right? Or maybe they did, it seemed unnatural to him. He couldn't remember a time when he got sick. He wanted to take her to a doctor.. was there a vampire doctor? He sat puzzled, until he heard her puking come to a hault, and the tap started running after a series of screeching. He had to see if she was okay... not to invade, but, well off he went.

Mortifer knocked on the door before swiftly entering it, seeing her standing by the sink. "Babe... are you okay? Probably not, dumb question, but... vampires don't get sick like that, do they?" she probaly didn't know any more than him, but his voice was soft - maybe she knew more than he did. "Maybe there's such thing as a vampire doctor..." he said quietly, playing with the door as he looked over toward her. He was actually worried for her.

[† Teleristy Elodie †]

There was a knock on the bathroom door before Mortifer entered. Teleristy sighed as she watched him as a reflection in the mirror. "Babe... are you okay? Probably not, dumb question, but... vampires don't get sick like that, do they?" Teleristy shrugged and wiped her face again before rinse the cloth with cool water and applying it to her forehead. "I've never known a vampire to get sick like this, no."

He was playing with the door as she turned around. "A vampire doctor? Well there might be a vampire that is a doctor, but one that treats them - I highly doubt it." She growled. However, as she regarded Mortifer she relaxed and leaned her back against the wall of the bathroom with a heavy sigh. "I told you I wasn't right. Strange things like this have been happening to me for the last two months."

"Vampires don't get sick, vampires don't gain weight, vampires don't eat human food unless..." She laughed and shook her head. "But that's impossible. Or nearly. It's only ever happened to twelve vampires in history that they know of." She laughed again and waved her hand nonchalantly. Surely not. Preposturous. She wouldn't even think on it any more.

Of course... with all the other gifts Ni-Terat had given her... No! No, that wasn't it. It was so very improbable. One in a million chance. It... it wasn't that Teleristy was opposed to the idea. In fact she was in love with the idea... and that was why she wouldn't allow herself to believe it was possible for her. If she thought it was possible and then it wasn't she would be devastated. It was more probable she was sick - which never happened to vampires - than it was to believe the other idea.

Teleristy had thought too much about it already. She felt herself starting to cry again and moved over to Mortifer quickly. She hugged him and nuzzled her face into his chest. She pulled away slightly and poked his stomach. "You need to feed, darling. Have you eaten since I left?" She pouted and reached a hand up to stroke his hair. She would feel terrible if that was the case, but she wanted the truth and her expression let him know that.

Regardless of his answer she walked out into the bedroom again, picking up the trash bin as she passed it. She set it down beside their bed and then fished a bottle of blood out of her cloak. She grabbed two glasses from off the table in the corner and poured the blood into them, handing one and the bottle to Mortifer while she went back to the bed and tentatively sipped at the blood, seeing if she would regurgitate it or if she would lose control with it, but she was ok this time.

She took a proper swig of the blood and relaxed, sitting up against her pillows. Her mind was still trying to think about her other possibility. Tele wasn't doing a very good job of ignoring her thoughts either. She chewed on her lip and swirled the blood with the movements of her wrist. "M-mortifer... umm..." Well, she might as well ask him since she couldn't get her mind away from it. "What if... I mean I know it's a long shot. A very long shot, but... what if I was..."

"Goddess! It's only ever happened to twelve vampires so - the chances of it happening are slim to none..." She was beating around the bush. She had yet to even hint at what she was talking about. "Mortifer, what if I'm pregnant?" She blurted out, staring at her bare feet running over the soft dark green comforter. "I don't think I am, but... the symptoms fit I think... maybe... but I mean... vampires rarely get pregnant. I said - twelve known in history."

"I don't want to get my hopes up..." She suddenly realized - what if Mortifer didn't want a child? If she was pregnant that would be terrible. He'd probably leave her, but... if she was pregnant she wouldn't get rid of the child for him. If she wasn't pregnant, but he didn't share her want of a child he might stop being intimate with her knowing she was thinking about having a child. No, Mortifer said he'd love her no matter what and she trusted him. If it turned out it wasn't the truth then well... she didn't know what she'd do.

She trusted him though. She loved him and trusted him. He hadn't lied to her yet.

((such crap, sorry >.<;)

[Mortifer Cruor Lamia]

"Yeah I didn't think so..." his voice was unusually quiet; even innocent perhaps. He didn't want his worry to shine through too bad, except he had trouble masking his emotions. He'd always been that way. He tried to fight it, though his struggle was always visible. Once he'd gotten Teleristy back, he didn't want to lose her again to some kind of sickness. It frightened him, though he tried to calm his demeanor with a look of mild concern.

He stared at the door between his two hands as she stated what he'd assumed on his own. He breathed heavily, an unnecessary breath that seemed to ease him. "I can't imagine what it could be..." Mortifer said to her, still eyeing the door, but momentarily looking at his baby, who his heard reached out to. It was worrysome enough for him, imagine Teleristy's state. Not knowing what it was...

What if that Ni-Terat person had given her that human attribute; sickness? It wouldn't be a very treasured gift, but a possibility none-the-less. "What's impossible?" he asked shortly after she listed her symptoms, his crimson eyes racing to hers. He watched her carefully, waiting for those answers as he discarded his distraction, the door. Tele seemed to be deep in thought, and he could only frown as if trying to see what she did. Except he wouldn't read her mind, he would be sure to get a beating for that.

He continued to observe her until her face took on that look, that one where he knew she was going to cry. Before she was even racing to him, he outstretched his arms, catching her in a supportive embrace. He pulled her close, until she moved back and changed the subject entirely. "This is true..." because the more he was in the room with Teleristy, even as vampire he noticed his cravings for blood increase, he could smell it on her. "Yes I have.. I'd be crazy if I hadn't - just not much," he admitted this. He scrunched up his nose when she stroked his hair, not out of disgust, just a vampire reacting to a cute gesture.

Following her back into their room, he accepted the glass and bottle. He shuddered at the scent, he could almost taste it, but he pulled it away from his body. "I think I should go physically hunt someone..." he said, for fear he would go balistic with the small amount. He needed to kill someone, destroy them completely. He didn't want to actually hurt Tele, and she was the closest thing to him, undead or not.

Teleristy began to stutter after sipping on her own crimson substance, and he waited for her to come out and say it.

"I'm pregnant"

Was the main words he'd heard from her stutter, and he nearly fainted. He had to set his glass down, and feel his forehead. He breathed in and out, thinking about it. Vampires, pregnant? He'd rarely heard of it himself. He was moving his hands around in the air, in effort to soothe his shock. Staring at her with those evil red eyes, he shortly recomposed himself with his thoughts.

If she was...
He would be a daddy!

His whole vibe changed, and he lightened up completely. Why had it been so surprising at first, so scary? It was the unknown that worried him. "You really think so?" he finally spoke, a grin forming over the concept. He bounced over to her, gently giving her a hug, and shortly after a small, but tender kiss on the lips. His hand slid down to her stomach, and he looked at her. "There could be a little vampire-person in there? How can we find out for sure.. I guess I shouldn't get my hopes up either..." he tried to silence his glee.

Who would have thought that Mortifer would have actually liked the idea of being a father.

[† Teleristy Elodie †]

He seemed so worried over her well-being. It was touching really - except she felt she didn't deserve his worry after she had left him alone for a month. Certainly she had worried about him that time, constantly, but... she still just felt she didn't deserve it. As she handed him the blood he accepted it, but then moved it away from him.

He hadn't fed in a long time apparently, even if it wasn't a whole month... He needed to go and actually hunt someone? That meant that the blood in his hands either wasn't enough, he thought he'd lose control drinking it, or... well there was also the possibility that while she was away his 'old self' took over again. Meaning he was rude rotten and nasty to everyone. Even if he had reverted, she trusted it was one of the first two reasons. Mortifer... even before he didn't strike her as the needing to kill a person type. She could be wrong though.

Teleristy pushed her thoughts aside as she posed her pregnant option and watched his face. He looked terrified, shocked. She could feel herself starting to cry. She wanted him to be happy but apparently...

He was.

"You really think so?"Teleristy blinked as he bounced over... there was really no other word for it. He gave her a hug and then a quick kiss to the lips and slid a hand to her stomache. Her tears still started brimming over her eyes as he spoke and seemed... excited almost. They were happy tears though - instead of those of devastation she had a few moments ago been ready to cry. She hated how much she was crying recently, but... right now it felt relaxing to cry a bit.

"There could be a little vampire-person in there? How can we know for sure... I guess I shouldn't get my hopes up either..."

He sounded so happy. Tele threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. He... he sounded like he might enjoy being a father! What more could she ask for? "I... I don't know how we can find out for sure... I guess I should research vampire pregnancies, no? Maybe... there's a test or maybe they can be detected like human ones? They have lots of equipment to like... see into the womb or something now I guess."

Teleristy shrugged and pulled away. "You'd really... you'd really be ok if I was pregnant, Mortifer? You wouldn't mind?" She asked, she just wanted to make sure and... and hear him say it. She had wanted to be pregnant before - not just because it would explain her symptoms and be a good reason for them, just because she wanted a child. Now though... if Mortifer would really be so happy to be a father... Teleristy grinned a little and pushed Mortifer down to lay beside her, snuggling up against him and sighing - content.

She now rested her own hand on her stomache and had to bite her lip not to think about the possibility of there being a little vampire-person in there. She had always wanted to be a mother and that was probably the one and only thing she had regretted about being turned, but... even once she was turned she fiddled with the idea of just making a child... by turning one. However, she never did it. She'd feel bad not giving them a lot of time as a human and trapping them forever in a child's body while their mind continued to grow.

Now though... if she really was pregnant she didn't have a single regret in being turned. She could honestly say that. She had everything she would get as a human except a husband who could go out in the sun. And well... technically Mortifer wasn't her husband... Just her boyfriend of about two or three years. God, that sounded so bad that she might be having a child after that short of a relationship... but with vampires that sort of thing was a bit different. So she didn't dwell on it. She didn't have any family left to complain about it anyway and she certainly wasn't going to.

((I'm just going to say that the time between our last thread on hmsowaw and our first thread here were like... a year or two apart and judging by our thread there it seemed we had skipped some time to them being in a solid relationship so.... eh we're just going to say they've been dating 3 years. *shrugs*))