everytime you come around {connor}

[PERSIA ELEANOR STANTON]

You're a little obsessed with me
And I'm a little bit scared of you
The way you look and stare at me

The rain fell in sheets, soaking anything and anyone that was outside. For once, that did not include Persia. Instead she decided to actually listen to Connor's advice and was staying at home. The kitchen clock blinked at her. It was 6:34 pm and her mom was getting ready for a party. Persia was perched on the edge of her bed, playing with a bracelet. The gold links clashed with lime green bandaid on her wrist. She sighed and poked it. "Stupid Connor." she muttered. "What did you say, hon?" Persia sighed and looked up to see her mom coming out of the bathroom. "Nothing mom, just sighing."

"Aw honey." Her mom's arms were suddenly around her head and she was kissing her forehead. "I could always stay home, you know?" Persia sighed again and squirmed out of her mother's grasp. "No it's fine. Go. Have fun." Her mom gave her that look, that look she always gave. The "are you sure?" look that annoyed Persia to no end. Especially since they both knew her mom was still going to go. All the hugging and the fretting was just to make herself feel better. "I'll be fine. I promise. I'll even eat the frozen veggies." Okay, so she wasn't going to eat the veggies, but anything to get her mother out of the house.

Finally she was leaving, giving Persia one last concerned look before walking out the door. Persia sighed and walked over to the fridge. There had to be something other than the veggies to eat. Aha, frozen french fries, er well chips actually. She was still getting used to the slang of the UK. She would probably never get it completely. She'd just stumble along, talking in her clearly Brooklyn accent. Ah well, she wasn't one to care that much what people thought about her. She pulled the the little plastic bag out of the box and dumped the potatoes on a cookie tray. In the oven they went. Setting a timer for the fifteen minutes the box said to, she headed out into the living room.

There were still boxes, everywhere. Persia sat down next to one labeled, music shit and grabbed the box cutter her mom had left on the coffee table. She pulled it along the tape and managed to accidentally nick her thumb. "Oops." She sighed, popping the thumb into her mouth as she went to grab the now, finished fries, chips, fried potato strips, whatever. She set the tray down on the counter, grabbed a couple still hot fries, dropped them on a plate and headed to her room. Her thumb had stop bleeding. That was good. She didn't want to have to get another bandaid. She already had three.

All of them neon green. Her hand went up to her neck again to scratch at the two there. No, Connor said that would make them worse. Persia shook her head, dislodging the thought. When did she start caring about what that jerk said. Probably somewhere between him carrying her home the second time and him singing her to sleep. Dammit. She sighed and plopped herself down on her window seat. She eased her window open, not caring about the rain. She stuck the hand with the hurt thumb out of the window and let it dangle there. A giggle bubbled out from her lips at the feel of the rain drops on her bare skin.

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[CONNOR ALED THORPE]

----------- I CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELING ANY LONGER.

so, connor had... enjoyed his night away from hyde park. he'd gotten drenched by the rain, sure. and his chin and shirt were covered in blood. he didn't care, though. it's not like anyone was around much. he'd been to hyde park tonight first, though. just to make sure that everything was how he'd wanted it to be. and then he'd taken off hunting. he'd been pretty much thirsty since the other night when he'd fed and after not drinking for a few days, blood just seemed perfect to him once again. he dropped the body he'd just drunk from and then licked his lips. so maybe he shouldn't have drunk from over six people tonight. he'd killed two and the others had lived. only because he'd decided he'd probably come back for more. that and one of them wasn't a struggler. he liked the ones who didn't complain when he bit them, it was like what he imagined having a first breath of fresh air would be like if he ever became human again. it was just.. so relaxing and calming. not having to hold your food down was a relief to connor on nights like tonight. in the pouring rain. but he was greedy, and there was still one person's blood he wanted tonight. if she'd give it to him, well that was a different story.

her name was persia. someone he'd met in hyde park and attacked her pretty much. at first she'd clearly hated him and he wasn't sure if those feeling were still the same. he disliked it when she squirmed, though. but connor had the feeling that she was getting more used to the fact that no matter what she did, he'd still bite her. that was the way things went in a human vs. vampire world. in connor's mind, they did, anyway. he'd told her to stay out of hyde park tonight as he wouldn't be there. when he'd gone there, she'd listened to him, luckily. he'd already seen at least two vampires out tonight, at a few he couldn't be sure of. nor did he care about. he let himself wander away from the body he'd just drank from and then made his way towards hyde park again. it was the only way he really knew how to get to her house right now. through the park and then three blocks down.

he didn't bother actually looking around the park as he walked through it. he could smell that she wasn't here right now. connor sped up when he was in cover and then stopped below her window. he tilted his head to the side slightly at her hand hanging out. stupid little girl. connor jumped, letting himself sit on the windowsill and taking her hand into his lap. he smirked at her and then rolled his eyes. "do you know how dangerous that is?" he asked her, his voice quiet. he was quite aware of the blood around his mouth at this moment and the thoughts that would be going through her head. he put her arm inside and then jumped into her room, turning to face her, the smirk still on his face.


okay so this epically sucks. it's five three three words because i fail. buttt they will get better, trust me. >3 i love them both like loads. hahah. woo! go conandpersia. <3

[PERSIA ELEANOR STANTON]

You're a little obsessed with me
And I'm a little bit scared of you
The way you look and stare at me

Persia squeaked when someone grabbed ahold of her arm. She was about to pull it away when she noticed it was Connor. Connor, sitting on her widowsill, her arm in his lap and someone's blood on his face and shirt. She figured he would have to find other people. Of course he would. He clearly had quite the appetite. Probably better for her. Make him bite less, maybe. Unlikely but one could always hope. Still, the site of him like that was not a pleasant one. A little scary in fact, and his smirk was not helping. She was grateful when he gave her arm back. She sighed slightly and stared at him as he alighted on her window seat.

"Um." Was all the poor girl could think to say. Persia was more than a little shocked. Questions buzzed about her mind like bees in a a clover field. Who's blood was that? Were they still alive? Had he fed off of more than one person? How many? Were any of them still alive? Most importantly, why did he come to her house afterward. "What are you doing here?" she asked in an almost whisper. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. They sounded accusing to her. Like he had done something horribly wrong by coming. When that was just the opposite of the truth. She was, strangely, very glad to see him. "I mean um. Why are you here?" Well that wasn't that much better but it would have to do.

Her converstion skills had clearly gon right out the metaphorical window. Her manners as well, considering the tiny redhead was still staring at Connor. "You've got blood on you," Persia mumbled, as if he didn't already know. "You should shower." At those words she managed to get herself off the window seat. She grasped his large, cold hand in her tiny, warm and and started to tug. Hopefully he would follow her. She really didn't want to fight with him. She would likely lose and that wouldn't be fun. He had already got her to relax when he decided to bite her. One time she even willingly offered.

She glanced down at their hands. She could just see the edge of the bandaid on her wrist. Her other hand came up to once again, scratch nervously at the matching bites on her neck. At least the bandages covered them, protecting the scabs from her nails. "Come on," Persia said, in a soft voice, "you can use my bathroom. It's closer." That, and she didn't want to try to clean bits of blood off her mom's bathroom floor. Certainly didn't want to try to explain why they were there. Then the worrying would start all over again. Much better just to have him use her shower.

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