- - WE'RE GONNA MELT THE FEVER, SUGAR. (tag jamie)

[STEPHEN NICOLAS WRIGHT]

you know i don't do sadness not even
A LITTLE BIT. JUST DON'T NEED IT IN MY LIFE. DON'T WANT ANY PART OF IT.
looking back on it all, it just blows my mind. i don't do sadness, i just don't care.
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He had better things to do than this. But lets not get ahead of ourselves.

Living with the mafia was certainly never boring. Having to deal with the women of the group was enough to want to lock himself in his chambers and never leave. But lately the entire house seemed to revolve around the creature they kept in the basement. Like some sort of rogue animal or weird pet or something. He’d been informed of her arrival not long after the fact, but hadn’t bothered much with it. Why? She was out of sight, out of mind. And he had more important things to deal with. At least that’s what he thought.

Stephen could count the number of times he’d had to venture all the way down to the basement on one hand. It was dark, disgusting, and generally unappealing. He much preferred the confines of his own apartment and it’s finery to the exposed brick and un-swept cement floors down below. He twirled his card key between his fingers, absently, as he made his way down the steel spiral staircase that bottomed out into the darkness that was the basement. He knew the only reason they even bothered keeping it was to fill with prisoners, essentially. They should have called it the dungeon. That was far more appealing. A slight smirk tugged up the right corner of his mouth. But it quickly disappeared when he remembered just why he was down here in the first place. Jaimeson.

He growled softly under his breath, his previously benevolent demeanor draining instantaneously. He wasn’t against turning humans, but he didn’t encourage it. Especially since Elizabeth didn’t seem to have a real reason to do so except to terrorize the girl. To have a plaything. Which was appropriate, he supposed, but killing them after you were done with them was so much easier. Then you get a new one and it’s all fun and games. He’d been even more annoyed with her when he realized that nobody was going to teach the girl any manners. Aleks was too busy. Realistically, so was Stephen, but he didn’t really trust any of the other vampires to put her in her place. Not that they couldn’t do it, they just would fail to do it as well as he could. Plus, the few times he’d been down to feed on her, she’d been quite the little spitfire, and he always enjoyed a challenge. So he supposed it would be a fun afternoon of practicing his powers, if anything.

His footsteps announced his arrival, as he’d opened and closed the door near silently, but figured he might as well let the little girl know he was coming. Not that it really mattered. He was humming lightly to himself, his body mostly concealed in the deep shadows. God this place was ghastly. He made a face and wiped his hand on his pants after touching the handrail. Now where was the girl. He didn’t know the living arrangements really, the time he’d fed on her had been fast and he hasn’t bothered to remember much—he didn’t need to. His eyes flicked about in the gloom. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to ‘teach’ her. He knew he eventually needed to teach her to kill without being messy and to blend in and whatnot. Self control. That’s what newborns had problems with, right? He hardly remembered his infancy. He’d killed a lot though. Messily. Now that was never a problem. He could do so without spilling a single drop of blood. He supposed he had to access the situation as it came. Speaking of the situation. It seemed nowhere to be found.

“So guess whose lucky night it is, darling? You get to spend it with me. Consider it an honor.” His sickeningly sarcastic voice echoed in the emptiness. It was rather satisfying, actually. His smirk was returning, slowly, as was his good mood. This was going to be fun. And if she wouldn’t comply, he’d make it fun. She had to have a weakness. Everyone had a weakness. Except him, of course. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, wishing there was a mirror around so that he could affirm his own dashing appearance. Yes, she was very lucky indeed. Now he just had to find the brat and he’d have himself an evening. Ready, set, go.

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LOCATION:[/color] basementttt!
WORD COUNT:[/color] seven twenty
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] a pretty boy
NOTES:[/color] let the fun begin!
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[JAIMESON KAYA COLTON.]

she was beyond unimpressed. they treated her like an animal, a pet. to them, she was just a toy. she was something to be played with when they were bored. jamie hated it. she hated them all. jamie was a person, a human being. they could not treat her like this. she was kept locked down in the basement; a dark, dirty place at the bottom the apartment complex. whenever jamie felt like she could risk it, she snuck out, & took the elevator to the top floor, to aleks's rooms. she knew her presence irritated him - she went out of her way to make sure she was as annoying as possible. she sat in his room & refused to budge, sitting cross-legged on the cream sofas & spending hours of the night watching television, barely paying any attention to it at all. sometimes she managed to catch snippets of conversation. when the vampires were all in the meeting room discussing 'official business' ( ie, her. ) jamie often heard the odd word, such as 'brat', or 'child'. it made jaimeson so happy to know that she was having such a profound effect upon her kidnappers. she liked that she'd messed up the whole order of things & that nothing ran the way it used to. she was good at that. messing things up. she always had been.

she was sprawled out on a sofa she'd stolen from one of the vampire's rooms. no one had noticed, or they didn't care enough to fight jaimeson for it. that was all jaimeson could do these days. fight. being a vampire was so boring. you had to stay indoors all day because the sun would kill you, & when it finally was night, you weren't allowed out because you were 'a danger to vampires everywhere'. please. all jaimeson had done was try to alert people as to where she was. she didn't think leaving marks in trees was such a bad thing. she just wanted to go home. she wanted to see ami, though god only knew why; she & her brother hadn't much spoken since he left for university two years ago. she wanted to see her mum - she wanted to argue with her mum like a teenage girl was supposed to. she wanted to disagree on everything that came out of her mother's mouth & she wanted to do what she wanted. she didn't want to do what she was told. ever since she'd been brought here, she'd been doing exactly as she was told, & it was so exhausting. why anyone would want to be submissive was beyond her; jaimeson kept up her defiant demeanour in an attempt to piss the mafia off. probably not one of her more stellar ideas, but so far, it was working. she even wanted to see her step-father. she wanted to undermine his authority & do as she pleased. she wanted to smirk that smirk at him which told him everything & nothing about her. she wanted to fight & scream & shout & bite & kill.

maybe it was a good thing they were keeping her locked up. maybe they were keeping her locked up not because she was a threat, or because the humans were still looking for her, but because she was dangerous. she wasn't even a month old yet; she had next to no self control & keeping humans alive after feeding wasn't a skill she'd mastered just yet. she wondered how the other vampires had done it; fed on her so much she was so close to death, but somehow managing to keep her just alive enough. they'd played with her, been toying with their food. every vampire in this dump had had a taste of her blood & jamie despised them all for it. beth & aleks, especially. she'd given them all as much verbal abuse as she could manage & put up a fight every time she'd seen those fanged bastards come towards her. she didn't give up, not once. she'd been unco-operative to the end. a few times she'd found herself wishing she had drugs, or alcohol, or something that would put the vampires off her blood, but she'd had every possession of hers taken off her the moment she'd arrived. it probably wouldn't have worked, anyway. maybe keeping her locked up was for the best. jamie would do anything to get herself noticed. she'd do anything to be found, & that involved killing. before all this, jaimeson would never have even considered killing another person. she'd been violent, sure, but taking a person's life had always been the one thing jamie would never do. now, however, after weeks of what can only be described as torture, jamie's outlook on life had changed. she could end someone's life with the flick of a finger. she could kill someone stone dead in the space of a heartbeat. she was wildly out of control & she had no intentions of ever regaining it, despite aleks' & beth's wishes.

she didn't move at the sound of the door opening, far too used to the creak of the hinges to be worried about what monster was entering now. she kept deathly still, holding her breath, wondering if she acted like she wasn't here, then maybe they wouldn't find her. she listened carefully, ears straining to hear the soft footfalls & light humming. she didn't recognise the sound; she had no doubt the vampire had been down here before - every vampire had been, at one time, either to see the captured human or to 'play'. she kept silent, wanting to turn to see the newcomer but also wanting to stay hidden. she couldn't do one without sacrificing the other.

“so guess whose lucky night it is, darling? you get to spend it with me. consider it an honour.”

jaimeson couldn't stop the instinctive shudder running through her cold body; she knew this vampire. she knew she did. he'd been one of the few to almost kill her, drinking so much of her blood she was close to death. of course, she'd given him abuse throughout the entire process, but there was something else about him that jaimeson couldn't stand. something that scared her so much she could feel it in her bones. she kept quiet - didn't move a muscle, & waited.

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[STEPHEN NICOLAS WRIGHT]

you know i don't do sadness not even
A LITTLE BIT. JUST DON'T NEED IT IN MY LIFE. DON'T WANT ANY PART OF IT.
looking back on it all, it just blows my mind. i don't do sadness, i just don't care.
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The following answers would have been acceptable in reply to Stephen’s aforementioned statements. One: “I do consider it an honor Stephen, I’d be happy to learn from you.” Two: “Your sooo generous to spend time with someone as lowly as me, Stephen. How can I ever repay you?” Or even three: “No, really, I think the lucky one is you, for getting to spend it with me.” Stephen was never above some insulting banter. What actually followed, in reality, was not acceptable. Silence. Not a word from the ungrateful bitch. Hmm. That was too bad. He snorted softly in annoyance. He was reminded exactly why he hated newborn vampires so much. Because they were still very much human. Their emotions weren’t controlled, they were rebellious, violent, and messy. A newborn vampire might have acquired a new existence, but they didn’t realize its full potential. The enhanced senses—speed, sight, sound, and he’d once heard of a newborn having powers. Something he’d actually be interested in seeing. Perhaps the only thing that would ever interest him in a newborn. Power. He liked power—the feel, the satisfaction. It was something he, in a way, had been born into, and even after death it stayed with him. It was inevitable.

Which is why the current situation was displeasing. She wasn’t obeying. And he disliked things that didn’t obey. His previous smirk widened into a mildly sadistic grin. The girl was so naïve. Did she really think hiding in the dark was going to keep her safe? She probably thought he was here to feed on her again, though now that she was dead there was no need, obviously. Which was a pity, because she’d been such a nice little snack. In fact, he hadn’t even bothered to see her after she died. She had held no more interest to him, and aside from the fact he had to be here, she really held no interest now. She was no longer a plaything for him, just a constant problem that was locked up in the basement. A problem that Aleks didn’t want getting his couches dirty anymore. Stephen was mildly surprised that Aleks even tolerated her sneaking around. Though as long as she wasn’t in Stephen’s part of the building, he really didn’t care. Because he’d probably rip her head off if she got dirt on his couches.

He walked further into the room, still grinning triumphantly to himself. “I can hear you breathing. You might want to work on that.” His eyes flicked over to where she was hidden, staring at her, even though he could barely see her, even with his trained eyes. His power wasn’t night vision, after all. His posture was relaxed, and though his air was almost always intimidating, it wasn’t cold. His shoulders were dropped, one hand in his pocket, the other still twirling his card key. When in a good mood, he was actually quite fun to be around. As long as it all went his way, of course. But the knowledge that the second things went awry, he would tear you to pieces, put a damper on his generally friendly appearance. After all, that was his specialty. Scaring people. It was fascinating, the way they all reacted. The power you had when you knew people’s greatest fears. Some were insignificant—spiders, snakes, and other creatures. But to most humans, it was death itself, or death of loved ones, family members, etc. Sometimes he’d just pick out a human just to see what they feared the most. Then after he terrorized them he’d let them leave. A study of sorts. It wasn’t official, but he occasionally recorded the more fascinating encounters in his precious journal. There wasn’t much else to do around here anyway.

But this was all beside the point. Because this wasn’t an experiment. This wasn’t by choice. This was Stephen’s free time. And it wasn’t about to be wasted. Especially not by a selfish newborn who was lucky to still be existing, when she should have been disposed of in a gutter somewhere. Stephen had even offered generously to do it himself and had been met with some rather evil glares. The silence was getting on his nerves. Fast.

“Well then.” He spoke into the silence, not masking the annoyance spreading within him. “We can either do this the easy way or the hard way, little one.” The last bit was said with definite distaste. The second she gave him real problems he was going to let her have it. “You’re rather lucky that I’m being this patient with you.” Somehow he always turned everything into praise for himself. But she was lucky. Usually he just scared everyone into submission and that was that. He’d made a mistake in thinking she was actually going to comply with him. He supposed he was just use to the fact that everyone did. Ah well, that could very easily be cured.

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LOCATION:[/color] basementttt!
WORD COUNT:[/color] 825
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] a pretty boy
NOTES:[/color] yesss :]
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[JAIMESON KAYA COLTON.]

she'd learnt quickly that silence was the best way to get at the vampires. if she kept silent, she managed to make them angrier & angrier without physically doing anything. she'd found her voice quickly enough when she figured out the vampires intended to make a meal out of her, but ever since she'd become one of them, a vampire, she'd barely spoken a word. she'd kept quiet, silent. she was smug in the knowledge that her disobedience was getting to the mafia; her refusal to comply with their wishes was getting on their nerves. she wanted to be punished. she wanted them to hurt her, just so that she could remind herself that she was alive, not dead. weren't newborns meant to be stronger than normal vampires? or was that just a load of bull, made up by a someone who couldn't write for shit? twilight was nothing but a bunch of lies. the whole series reflected so badly upon the entire race that it was enough to make jaimeson throw up. her ears continued to strain, dark eyes whirling about the small, confined basement, waiting for even the hint of movement. maybe she could create a diversion & run up the stairs the moment he was distracted. maybe if she just threw something in a general .. that way direction, he'd call her bluff. he'd go & investigate & jaimeson could slip out without him even knowing. perhaps he thought she wasn't there. it wasn't like she'd been making any noi-

“i can hear you breathing. you might want to work on that.”

jaimeson struggled not to exhale sharply through her nose. they were all so stuck up. they all thought they were so much better than her because she was the baby, not even a month old. they all placed themselves upon a pedestal & jamie would have liked nothing more than to knock them down. she couldn't stand a single one of them, not one. in jamie's mind, all vampires were the same; vicious, bloodthirsty bastards who enjoyed nothing more than playing with humans. she didn't care if there were vampires out there who could be construed as good; jaimeson was far too bitter & annoyed right now to make allowances. this vampire .. this one, he got on her nerves so much he drove her nearly to the point of screaming in frustration. he was so .. arrogant. he was so .. like her. they both thought they should get whatever they wanted whenever they wanted & it drove this gird crazy. she couldn't stand it. they were so alike it hurt sometimes; it was like a physical pain, knowing that she'd been no better than this .. this .. vampire. had she still been human, & free, & patient enough, she would have vowed to change. she would have made herself different. she'd have changed everything about herself so that all resemblance to him had been eradicated. but jaimeson wasn't like that any more. she was a vampire. she was dead. she had no patience. she wanted things immediately, & she didn't much care to wait for them. exactly like him.

she glared as his eyes caught hers, still lying completely still, fingers curled loosely around a television remote she'd stolen from someone's room in an act of pettiness. her eyesight had improved vastly in the weeks since her change, but even spotting the elder vampire had been a challenge. she hadn't eaten many carrots as a human; they improved eyesight, didn't they? she ignored the obvious attempts at intimidation & stared back at him, noting the casual air about his stature. if jaimeson had learnt anything from these vampires, it was that they were never casual. they always wanted something, be it blood or compliance, & jaimeson would give neither of them up without a fight.

“well then. we can either do this the easy way or the hard way, little one.”

jaimeson couldn't help but smirk at the amount of irritation his words were tinged in. her lack of compliance was getting to him, & jaimeson was unbelievably smug about the fact. her smirk widened as she kept her eyes trained upon him, watching his every move, making sure she was ready to bolt if he came too close. still, she said nothing. why would she talk when it was apparent he hated that? jaimeson tilted her head to the side slightly, still smirking her smug smile.

“you’re rather lucky that i’m being this patient with you.”

again, nothing came out of the girl's lips. she kept quiet, waiting for his next move.

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[STEPHEN NICOLAS WRIGHT]

you know i don't do sadness not even
A LITTLE BIT. JUST DON'T NEED IT IN MY LIFE. DON'T WANT ANY PART OF IT.
looking back on it all, it just blows my mind. i don't do sadness, i just don't care.
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Still silence. Always silence. Apparently the girl had forgotten how to speak. Funny, she was so obnoxiously vocal when he’d been draining her of her blood such a short while ago. Normally he’d have appreciated the change. Most female vampires were much better off mute. Elodie’s biting remarks were alone enough to warrant that statement. He almost smiled at the thought of the feisty vampire, who he’d recently taken great pleasure in frustrating with his own willpower. But this silence, this silence was different. It wasn’t a complacent silence, no. It was a silence of rebellion and noncompliance. Just the kind he hated the most. If her aim was to get him angry, she’d quickly succeed. But she really didn’t know what she was getting herself into. Stephen wasn’t a normal vampire. He was old, he was powerful, and he had the potential to be more cruel than all the lower ranked mafa combined. He rarely allowed himself full use of his powers, but when he did, the victims were never quite the same. This silence was not going to continue much longer, if he had anything to do with it.

Stephen felt that he was incredibly lucky. He was born into a society where manners were prized above most else. A society where social status dictated your worth and everyone floated through galas, balls, and monstrous estates with collected, bright demeanors. Some would say it was all fake, all false smiles, but even so, it had taught him how to function properly in society. He could speak eloquently and to large crowds without batting an eye. He was taught to draw, to play instruments, to read poetry. Then, of course, he’d watched the death of common decency over the years, all leading up to one girl. If Jamie was anything, she was the embodiment of what societal youth had become. Snotty, annoying, selfish, brats that lacked the luster of the youth of his day. Street rats. Nothing better. It was depressing to him, the state of the world. He couldn’t help but long for his sunlit home in Devon. Maybe even to be human again. But he’d never tell anyone that. Ever.

They say you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. And as contrite as the statement sounded, it was usually true. Usually, being the key word there. You see, when you were human, he supposed, that made sense. Win people over, be all sweet or whatever, THEN get your way. But when you were a vampire, you didn’t have to worry about that. Because you didn’t need to be sweet or any of that bullshit. You just compelled the humans and attacked the vampires and threatened them with death. He was two hundred and seventy nine years old. Not by far the oldest vampire in the world, but he wasn’t the youngest either. That was two hundred and seventy nine years of fending for himself. And he was strong now. Very, very strong. He was wise in the ways of the world. And, of course, there was always his trump card. Yes, there was always that. His smile was decidedly devilish now.

He moved, at least that’s what it would have appeared to be, just a slight shift of his weight from one foot to the other, but he reappeared within a foot of the girl, looking down at her—or glowering down at her, rather. He wasn’t one to be messed with, as she’d soon find out. He wasn’t her toy. She was his. At least tonight, she was.

“What do you fear the most, Jaimeson?”

He cocked his head to the side, his voice cold, flat. No more niceties. No more games. It was the first time he’d used her name. Of course he knew it, he’d discussed her on occasion with Elizabeth, mostly when trying to pick her brain about why on Earth she’d let the little thing live. But he hadn’t bothered to address her properly before. But now he wanted her full undivided attention. Because things were about to get a little bit ugly. In the way doctor’s said it was going to hurt “a little bit”. He really meant she was going to be a fucking ton of pain and scared shitless. It wasn’t his choice method to her to behave, but this nonsense wasn’t going to continue.

“You are already dead so you couldn’t fear death.” He drawled, bending over and taking her chin between his thumb and index finger. It would only be moments now. “What does little Jamie fear the most.” It was no longer a question, and he almost sung it to her. And with a low laugh, his eyes met hers, cold, emotionless, almost blood red. This was all it would take for her mind to fill with horrors of her own making.

You should have behaved.

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WORD COUNT:[/color] eighthundred
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NOTES:[/color] i love her too. and uh-ohhhh ahhaha -pets stephen-
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[JAIMESON KAYA COLTON.]

this was childish, petty, juvenile, but jamie had no other way of causing annoyance. ever since her last little trip out into the human world, aleks had had her placed under constant surveillance - there were three cameras in this room, & two large vampires serving as bodyguards outside. jaimeson couldn't escape even if she wanted to, which she did, very much so. jaimeson kept her silence, acting like a petulant child, & continued to smirk at the elder vampire. her smirk said everything & nothing about her; it was the trademark jamie smirk, the one that simply said 'you don't know me at all, do you?' this vampire had no idea jamie could keep this up; he had no comprehension whatsoever of her level of stubbornness. she'd refuse to do as she was told for as long as was possible; she'd never give in without a fight, &, given jamie's moods these days, a fight was precisely what she wanted. she didn't care if it was a physical fight or a verbal fight - she just wanted a fight. she wanted to scream & kick & insult & bite & hurt & kill, though killing a vampire several hundred years older than herself may prove to be a bit .. tricky. she was fed up of being cooped up inside - the only times she was allowed outside was when the entire mafia was with her & she could be properly supervised - & treated like an animal. she was fed up of being kept on her own with no social interraction. she was frustrated beyond belief but there was no way in hell she'd admit that to the vampires. she'd deal; she had to. she'd gone twelve years before - surely a couple more weeks wouldn't be so bad. her gaze turned calculating, eyes travelling down the vampire's tall body, sizing him up. could she beat him should things turn physical? doubtful.

she tried to appear unconcerned & uninterested when he moved, feigning indifference, acting as though she'd been expecting it. her eyes simply snapped to his new position, eyeing him up & down scathingly until a look of distaste spread across her face. vampires. she met his gaze, dark eyes boring into blue, echoing his irritation in an attempt to irritate him further. it was amazing what jaimeson could do simply with a smirk & her eyes. even whilst human, she'd managed to get a lot of attention just by not saying anything. part of the reason she'd met alex in the first place was because she'd been sending glances & smirks over in his direction. her glare lessened slightly at the thought of alex, though she fought to hide it, narrowing her eyes in an attempt to appear undistracted. stupid alex, making her seem weak. he'd softened her in a way no one else ever had; he'd wormed his way under her skin & into her head until she was no longer herself. she was nowhere near as violent as she used to be; she was happy just staying in with him, watching a film, she got to the point where she didn't want to party because alex wasn't into that scene. he'd changed her, & now that jaimeson was on the other side of life, she was finally beginning to see that. maybe she'd be better off without him; it wasn't like she'd ever get a chance to be with him again. maybe she should just revert back to her old ways - partying & drinking & smoking & drugs & sleeping around. she should go back to being jamie, not some empty shell of a girl who used to exist.

“what do you fear the most, jaimeson?”

her attention was dragged back to the older vampire in an instant, mind immediately focused & sharp. she shouldn't be focusing on alex right now. alex was irrelevant. alex didn't matter. if it were possible, jaimeson intensified her glare even more, mirroring his expression. she had no doubt that the way she acted went deeper than a mild irritation; he was an old vampire - he'd grown up in different times. the teenagers he used to be around probably wore skirts to the ankle & thought being daring was leaving their gloves off. jaimeson barely wore any form of skirts or trousers & thought being daring was just being jaimeson. she refused to answer - they may have taken everything away from her ( freedom, life, daylight ) but they would never wring this confession from her. to the mafia, alex didn't exist. they didn't know about him & jaimeson was certain he didn't know about them. she stayed silent, defiance making her posture rigid & tense. she jerked her head away as his fingers curled around her chin, barely moving at all - his grip was so strong. still, she kept silent, refusing to talk even now, with a million insults flying around her mind. she wasn't a fool; she knew if she spoke & insulted him now, he'd hurt her. he'd hurt her if she stayed quiet, but, at least this way, she could say she did nothing wrong.

“what does little jamie fear the most.”

it wasn't even a question, like he intended to find out. good luck trying to make jamie tal-

her head was suddenly filled with pictures of alex. alex dead, alex dying, alex pooled in blood, alex covered in blood. alex, alex, alex. alex chained up & kept in the dark, in a room much like this one. alex being fed upon, alex being drained to death with no concern in the vampires around him. alex discovering what jamie was, alex running away in fear at the sight of her. what the hell was this? why had she suddenly gone from violent thoughts to ones of alex? ones that hurt her more than anyone in this apartment building ever had? alex looking at her with fangs of his own, alex pale & sensitive to sunlight, herself & alex with matching rings on their fingers. marriage? out of the question; it had taken jamie long enough to get used to the feeling of being someone's girlfriend. she could never be someone's wife. alex in the arms of somebody else, all traces of jaimeson gone, removed.

& just like that, it was over. it took jamie a while to realise why - she'd moved. she was pressed against the wall, breathing hard, glaring at stephen so violently that she almost wished the phrase 'if looks could kill' were true.

fuck.

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[STEPHEN NICOLAS WRIGHT]

you know i don't do sadness not even
A LITTLE BIT. JUST DON'T NEED IT IN MY LIFE. DON'T WANT ANY PART OF IT.
looking back on it all, it just blows my mind. i don't do sadness, i just don't care.
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Though he often made it out to be otherwise, Stephen didn’t really use his powers that often. Not that he didn’t want to or didn’t enjoy them, it was just that he didn’t really need to. Humans were easy to control, you just had to compel them, tell them to do whatever you wanted, and they did it. He might be cold and heartless, but he was also lazy and spoiled. Born into wealth had given him severe entitlement issues and he didn’t want to lift a finger if he didn’t have to. And aside from his own little “research” as he liked to call it, it wasn’t like he just went up and down the street flicking his fingers right and left and watching people fall to the ground in fear. (Maybe from his good looks, but never from fear). It wasn’t like he had an overly useful power for everyday activities. He wasn’t a lie detector, he couldn’t manipulate emotions. But his power was rare, and very, very strong. He remember the first time he’d realized he had some sort of supernatural ability. It had scared him shitless. He’d been in the process of killing a man and his head had filled with these strange images, images that had made the man shout out in fear. He was reduced to a quivering child. Stephen had been confused. Then it happened again, and again. It had been beyond his control for a long time—something that came and went. He didn’t understand what these images were, at first, or why he could see them too. And did he have to be touching victims for it to work? (Not any longer, but it was always easier if he did.) Thus he’d begun his own research, detailed meticulously in his black leather journal. The journal that held his entire life, in a sense.

He’d kept it since infancy. Since he’d slaughtered everyone he knew. Even if that was only a houseful of servants. You see, Stephen had always been alone in the world. Perhaps that’s why he took to being a vampire so quickly. His parents had died when he was a teenager, leaving him a title and a massive property to look after and a seat in the House of Lords to participate in. He’d been in over his head. He surrounded himself with people, none of which mattered. He cared for none of his servants. He wasn’t cruel to them, but he wasn’t warm either, just existing day to day. He’d had a few pets (he still kept a dog in his apartment, because he was never tempted to eat animals. gross.), but that was the extent of it. For Stephen, love, and true friends, had been almost non-existent. He’d been close to a few vampires over the years, but all had been male and all the friendships had fallen apart in the end. In the end, he was alone. Always alone. Perhaps that was why he was so selfish. Because he didn’t trust anyone anymore. He’d shut off his emotions for a long period of time just after his vampire infancy, and he’d never quite recovered them all. What was left was nothing more than a shell. A shell that was often unpleasant to be around.

In this case, extremely unpleasant.

He’d held her there as long as he could, seeing her and not seeing her. What he was seeing was a boy. A boy he’d never seen before, dark haired, dying. Always dying. The sequence in his mind was the same as hers, minus the emotion, of course. To him it was just a series of images. He felt her head jerk back against his hand, but he held her firm. Now the boy was a vampire. Hmm. The girl’s eyes were practically rolling, she resembled a frightened puppy. It was almost sad. Almost. Except it really wasn’t. The next time she jerked he let her slide out of his hand, her body pressed up against the wall. So. Bloody. Human. It was like she hadn’t even changed. It was kind of amusing. Everyone seemed to think that you just woke up all immortal and bad ass. No, nobody really did. You almost felt more human than ever—hungry, and emotionally fucked out of your mind. You were weak and very strong at the same time. And the ironic bit was that, all you really were was dead.

Stephen had seen visions like this a dozen times before, it was no mystery. She was in love with the boy, obviously. Well that would never do, now would it? At least he now had the key to her heart, which was the only thing you needed to pierce to kill a vampire. And he’d be sticking pins in it every chance he got.

He crouched down in front of her, staring her in the eyes unabashed, but not touching her. “That’s cute. You have a boyfriend. I’m sure Aleks and Elizabeth would looooove to know about that.” He chuckled to himself, obviously pleased. He said no more about it however, knowing full well that he’d be able to hold it over her head plenty of times in the future. No use in wearing it out now. “You know I was going to take you out tonight. Nobody else seems to give a shit about you, and I thought, ‘Hey, I’m a nice guy, maybe she’d like to get out of here?’ But I guess I was wrong. Hmm, pity. We could have had so much fun.” The last bit was said with tones that were suggestive, his eyes flicking over her. Then with a shrug, he rose, and began to slowly saunter towards the door. He knew she’d come to it eventually. She had to be going insane being stuck in here.

Three . . . two . . . one . . .

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LOCATION:[/color] basementttt!
WORD COUNT:[/color] 986
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NOTES:[/color] hehehehe. come and get it.
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[JAIMESON KAYA COLTON.]

what had that been? why had she suddenly had image after image of alex flash through her head? she fought to keep herself upright, fingers digging into the wall as best they could. none of that would happen, none! jamie would make sure none of it would happen. he wouldn't die, he wouldn't know what she was. he wouldn't turn into a vampire & she would certainly never marry him. marriage was .. a foreign concept, for jamie. up until seven months ago, the word 'girlfriend' had made jamie shiver in disgust. jamie just wasn't a commitment kind of girl. she was never one to stay faithful to another & she couldn't stand the idea of belonging to someone. that's what had happened. jamie was alex's, for all eternity. she was his, & he was hers, & it scared her so much that she couldn't do anything but glare at the vampire in front of her. she didn't want to be someone's possession. she didn't want to be owned or played with or loved. she just wanted to be jamie. she wanted to be the old jaimeson colton who took orders from no one & did exactly as she pleased. if she'd faked her death then maybe she'd have been alright. she'd have known that alex would eventually move on & that he'd stop hurting, but jamie wouldn't have. the fact that she wouldn't age would be a constant reminder of what she'd lost. jamie couldn't stand how .. how .. how weak alex had made her. how very susceptible she now was. he was in almost every thought she had, & she hated it. she wanted him gone, but she also wanted to be by his side. jaimeson never made any sense any more.

her eyes were still wide, glaring at the elder vampire as hard as she could as she tried to get over the shock of what she'd just seen. adrenalin was coursing through her veins, speeding up her slow heartbeat to something much more human. her emotions were all over the place; she was angry & afraid & sad & scared & furious & hungry. so, so hungry. she wanted to eat. she wanted to eat & eat & eat & never stop. the burning in the back of her throat never seemed to go away no matter how many people she drank from, no matter how many people she killed. she wanted to hurt people & fight & argue & shout & run away & cry & hide. she didn't know what she wanted to do. she was all over the place, scattered in every direction after the shock she'd just received. her hands curled into fists & her stance became more defiant, more unco-operative. she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her terrified. no one got to see jaimeson when she was scared. jaimeson had always been the fearless one, the daring one; the one who would do anything regardless of how life-threatening or scary it may be. jaimeson just did things & she did so with a nonchalant expression upon her face, as though she couldn't care less about what she was doing. she worked hard to slow down her breathing ( she'd not yet mastered the skill of holding her breath for long periods of time ) & slowly narrowed her eyes, biting at the inside of her lip sharply to keep the tears away. she would not cry. he was not worth her tears.

a low growl ripped itself from her throat as he moved closer, body instinctively tensing & trying to push her further into the wall at exactly the same time. ready to fight yet wanting to hide. again, jamie found herself wishing the phrase 'if looks could kill' were true. the other vampire would have been dead within seconds, & jamie would have been able to leave without anyone knowing the full story. sure, aleks & beth would see the vampire falling to the floor, but they wouldn't know it was jaimeson that did it. she fought to keep herself under control as he stopped in front of her, crouching down towards her until he was mere inches away. she could feel his breath on her face as he spoke. it smelt of death & decay & all things disgusting. she wrinkled her nose in distate, instinctively holding her breath. despite all she'd been through in the last few minutes, she still wouldn't talk, no matter what he sai-

“that’s cute. you have a boyfriend. i’m sure aleks and elizabeth would looooove to know about that.”

the growl reappeared, louder than before, & jaimeson pulled her hands away from the wall, stiffly lowering them until they were by her sides, fingers still curled into fists. she didn't want aleks & beth knowing about alex. the only reason he was still alive was because of her silence. yet this vampire had managed to extract information from her that jaimeson would never have admitted in a million years. something jamie would have happily taken to the grave had been revealed in a matter of seconds, & jamie hadn't even opened her mouth. she had no doubt that he was now going to tell aleks, or even beth, & alex would meet the same fate she had. she didn't want that. she didn't want that at all. alex was human. alex wasn't a play thing. alex was hers. no one else's. hers. she was the only one who got to hurt him. no one else. she had no doubt that her disappearance was causing him distress. the voicemail she'd sent him telling him not to look for her probably only convinced him to up his game, to look harder. in retrospect, that hadn't really been jamie's best idea. jamie's attention snapped back to the older vampire as he spoke again; her eyes narrowed further & her glare intensified. she couldn't help but chant the childish motto of 'die, die, die' in her head.

“you know, i was going to take you out tonight. nobody else seems to give a shit about you, and i thought, ‘hey, i’m a nice guy, maybe she’d like to get out of here?’ but i guess i was wrong. hmm, pity. we could have had so much fun."

she tried to be offended by his statement, tried to look as though the very idea of having 'fun' with him would be enough to make her want to vomit ( could she still do that? ) . jamie could think of nothing worse to do with her night. she'd rather stay in the basement, slowly driving herself insane with the tedium & the never changing atmosphere. maybe she should get out, maybe she should take him up on his offer, but the minute he tried something, she'd give him so much shit he'd wish he never bothered. no, no, couldn't agree to his offer. agreeing meant talking. jamie mustn't talk. she had to be as annoying & defiant as possible. to give up now would be like failing. she couldn't even last a few measly minutes in his presence without opening her mouth? she wouldn't talk. she wouldn't even nod. she wouldn't aknowledge him at all. jamie frowned as he shrugged & moved away. he was going? now? he had to take her with him! she couldn't stand this room; jaimeson's boredom levels were reaching unbearable & she had to do something. anything. the fact that she was about to talk felt like defeat. she tried to ignore the feeling as much as she could, concentrating only upon glaring at his back.

"so take me out, then."

jamie could have kicked herself.

stephen. 1245 words. outfit. banner & template to me. jamie dnl that she was made to talk. at. all. c:

[STEPHEN NICOLAS WRIGHT]

you know i don't do sadness not even
A LITTLE BIT. JUST DON'T NEED IT IN MY LIFE. DON'T WANT ANY PART OF IT.
looking back on it all, it just blows my mind. i don't do sadness, i just don't care.
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Right.
On.
Cue.

That was the funny thing about being alive for two hundred and seventy odd years—even erratic human behavior seemed to start to form a pattern. Stephen was never specifically good at reading people, per say, but he could make well educated guesses based on cause and effect. And observing the world for that long provided you with a very large base of knowledge on human (and vampire) behavior. Stephen played it off like he knew everything—he knew what to say to make you cry, call out in fear, or want him more than anything else in the world. It was easier that way for him. But in reality, it was common sense that most people never really take the time to think about. It was noticing the little things—a pursing of the lips, a defiant glare—that allowed him to play with people the way he did. The fact that she was still so deliciously human made it all the easier. But perhaps it was a different knowledge that gave him confidence she’d come with him. She was a girl, underneath all of that. A scared little girl. Of course, Stephen could never sympathize with her, but he knew that she was putting up walls to keep people out. So he wasn’t going to try to get in. She’d have to come to him. And offering a caged bird freedom was an offer they never refused.

He paused as Jamieson’s voice broke through the silence, smirking to himself, without turning around. There was no need. “Ah. She speaks.” He said, as if the observation was nothing special. But he was feeling quite victorious, and his little victory smirk was the definite indicator of such. He still didn’t turn around. She’d come. And she’d behave. He’d make sure of it. She didn’t want precious little Alex getting a little visit from a vamp, now did she? Of course not. Though he couldn’t kill him. Then she’d be no fun anymore. And there was still so much fun to be had.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do with her that night. He personally needed to hunt. Bad. He’d neglected to last night and now was really bloody thirsty. Hah. Irony. But seriously, he was hungry, and the hungrier he got, the crankier he got, and the more his poor dog started to look like a snack. But his way of drinking was generally quite the show, usually involving multiple females and some really hot vamp sex. However he obviously couldn’t take Jamie on one of his little . . . excursions, nor would she be controlled enough to keep her cool in a really public setting. Which meant he’d have to start from the beginning. And he had a feeling that even that would be difficult if the previous minutes had been any indicator. Ideally he’d teach her what all vampires needed to learn right off the bat. Control. The ability to drink from a human without killing them. It wasn’t like they could just kill right and left, no matter how much they desired it. No, humans weren’t entirely disposable, no matter how much he wished they were. They were missed, other people looked for them. And the mafia couldn’t have too much attention drawn to them. Though with Stephen’s lifestyle choices, he might as well have been shining a bright spotlight on the apartment building.

It was just that Stephen liked to live, well, big. Huge. Massive. He liked money and cars and girls. And it was all very cliché and worn out, but he could do it, so he did. It wasn’t like money was an object to him. He’d been born wealthy and only had hundreds of years to let more wealth accumulate. Inflation was a wonderful, wonderful thing. All this aside, tonight would not be one of Stephen’s usually glamorous excursions. No, tonight he had to be like every other boring vampire and behave himself.

He began a slow walk towards the stairs, knowing full well that she’d follow him. “I’m guessing your hungry, right? I was thinking you could hunt with me. I mean, you’ll need to learn how to drink without killing. Plus, maybe once you can control yourself properly you can go see your little boytoy.” He bit his lip to keep from snickering. He really was an overgrown child sometimes. But the words were cruel, he knew that she could never have the same relationship with him as she did before. In the end, she was dead. He was not. And he really didn’t give a damn. And she was daft if she thought any of the mafia would let her go see him. Plus, he was growing interested in the female vampire. He liked a good challenge and she was the best he’d had in awhile. He might just have to keep her around. It wasn’t like his apartment level was too small for two vampires. As long as she didn’t eat his dog, she might be allowed to spend time up there. Who knows? Maybe even live for a bit, at a price of course. But first she’d have to prove herself, and that was going to be interesting, he was sure. He opened the door to the first floor, holding it so she could walk through, while keeping a close eye on her. He thought about warning her not to run but didn’t see the point. He was larger, stronger, and maybe faster than her too. It wouldn’t be an issue.

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LOCATION:[/color] basementttt!
WORD COUNT:[/color] 914
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] a pretty boy
NOTES:[/color] hehe again.
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[JAIMESON KAYA COLTON.]

she felt like kicking herself. why had she spoken? why couldn't she have just continued to ignore him until he'd left? it didn't matter that jamie was driving herself mad with boredom; she would rather stay in here than go out with the older vampire. she'd rather starve. she'd rather die. again. jaimeson was the most stubborn person you could ever meet; giving in before anything even happened felt like she'd just thrown away an opportunity for an amazing fight. she could have kept it going for days, weeks .. even months! she could have annoyed him simply by not talking & jamie would have loved it. now, however, she'd spoken. she'd ruined it all. the other vampire ( it only just occurred to jamie that she didn't actually know his name ) now knew she could talk ( well, he'd known before; it wasn't like jamie had just sat there & let them drink her blood ) & he knew precisely what to say or threaten to get her to open her mouth. her glare intensified as the vampire paused on the staircase, upper lip automatically curling into a snarl. he didn't have to make that much of a big deal about it. maybe she could just go back to ignoring him. tease him with her ability to speak but just never do it around him. again.

“ah. she speaks.”

jamie looked away in irritation, choosing to stare at the floor instead of the older vampire's back. at least she could throw things at the floor & know it couldn't do anything to defend itself. he could fuck off for all jamie cared. jamie'd find her own food. she'd figure out how to leave on her own & she wouldn't need anybody's help. she hated that she'd spoken to him. she hated that he now knew what to do to make her speak. she just hated this, her whole .. life. or was it death? why couldn't they have just killed her & left it at that? what was the point in making her a vampire? she was well aware she'd been just a toy to them; something to play with when boredom levels were running high, but keeping her .. alive .. but yet not alive .. messed with jamie's head. what did they want her for? she couldn't supply them with blood anymore; she refused to do what they asked & she sent murderous glances in their direction every time they entered her basement. so jamie wanted to get out. so she was so unbelievably fed up of seeing the same four walls every day that she felt like screaming. she could deal. if she could get through being bitten constantly for the better part of two months, then surely she could deal with being bored. maybe she could steal someone's laptop. she wouldn't tell anyone where she was. she'd just .. go on facebook .. or maybe not. maybe the only safe website jamie could go on was redtube. god knew she needed it.

she didn't want to just feed. she wanted to have fun, something she'd been denied for the last three months. she wanted to toy with her food, play with it, in the same way the mafia toyed with her. aleks & beth were always complaining that she couldn't be taught anything, that she wouldn't learn, & yet, jamie had learnt. she'd learnt how to be a mafia vampire, or what she thought one was, at least. from what she heard when she was brought up to aleks's rooms, a mafia vampire was arrogant, high & mighty, & fucked all the other vampires, either mentally or physically. jamie could do that. jamie had always done that, with the exception of vampires. we've already established that jamie wasn't the most faithful of girlfriends. if she needed something & someone offered, who was she to refuse it? she closed her eyes & fought to ignore the burning in the back of her throat, swallowing hard in an attempt to lessen the pain. nothing changed. jamie looked back up, frowning as he moved towards the staircase, & instinctually followed him, taking a few steps closer until she was no longer pressed so close against the wall she didn't know where she ended & it began. she tried to ignore the nagging feeling that the elder vampire would be horribly smug about this.

“i’m guessing you're hungry, right? i was thinking you could hunt with me. i mean, you’ll need to learn how to drink without killing.”

hunting? he'd take her hunting? she hadn't been hunting in ages. weeks. not since beth realised that jamie was using it as a method to get herself noticed. she didn't care if what she was now was illegal; if there was some way in which she could get away from the mafia, be found, then she'd do it, whatever the cost. unless alex was involved. then she wouldn't do anything. for the past few weeks, jamie's meals had been caught for her, & thrown into the basement for her to do as she liked. beth had always seemed so horribly smug when she had two lesser mafia members retrieve the corpse, as though she were pleased that jaimeson was killing, was becoming one of them. it wasn't fun though. the males they brought her ( & occasional females; it depended upon who was stupid enough to fall for the mafia's trap ) were boring. they didn't give her any form of entertainment. she wanted to hunt. she wanted to chase people & scare them & know that they were afraid. she wanted to make them feel like her.

“plus, maybe once you can control yourself properly you can go see your little boytoy.”

her attention snapped right back to stephen the moment he mentioned alex. she hated that he knew about him. she knew exactly how much he'd be used against her. if jamie refused to do something, alex would get threatened. if jamie wouldn't talk, alex would get threatened. if jamie snuck out, .. alex would probably get hurt. the mafia now had everything they needed to force jaimeson into compliance, & she hated it. this would be so much easier if she just didn't care, like she used to. caring got you hurt. caring only ended badly.

"we do things my way," she murmured, suddenly standing in front of him, back to the door. "i'm bored." she turned & yanked the door open, resisting the urge to just run.

stephen. 1058 words. outfit. banner & template to me. ahahaha, i finished it! finally! & jamie's way of eating is hot. mmhm. stephen can join in & be hot with her. c:

[STEPHEN NICOLAS WRIGHT]

you know i don't do sadness not even
A LITTLE BIT. JUST DON'T NEED IT IN MY LIFE. DON'T WANT ANY PART OF IT.
looking back on it all, it just blows my mind. i don't do sadness, i just don't care.
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His gaze slid down her body as she moved in front of him, emerging from the darkness of the basement. Truth be told, no matter what he thought to be true, he knew nothing about the girl. Or virtually nothing. He didn’t know that she wasn’t a usual teen girl who swooned at the idea of vampires—an idea fed by the Twilight obsessed masses. They never thought about just what a vampire was. They were dead, cold, unfeeling. He had no way of knowing that, in a way, Jamie had been a vampire long before she’d been turned. He was only sure of a few things about her. One, she was special. Not to him, but Aleks had wanted her. And Aleks didn’t want just anyone. Stephen had quickly made it a point not to question Aleks unless he really felt the need to, and in this case, Jamie hadn’t been worth arguing about. But they hadn’t been allowed to kill her. And they were never not allowed to kill. Two, Jamie had been a seventeen year old girl. Now, Stephen’s usual experience with seventeen year old girls was more of the Twilight fueled kind. At least before he killed them. Hah. That was always amusing. Other than that, the girl was completely enigmatic. (And a real pain in the ass, he was quickly finding out, but that was beside the point.) Stephen could pretend he knew exactly how she worked, he could even make very educated and somewhat correct guesses about her. But he had no idea. Not really. How could he possibly relate to her?

If he knew more about her, he’d probably tell her that she was lucky. Lucky that she had people who loved her. People that were looking for her. People that wanted her. Stephen had never had anybody. No real friends, no one to mourn his death, nobody to search for his body. He’d been alone. Alone for hundreds of years. Sometimes it was by choice—who could possibly want him, when all he wanted was blood. When he’d recovered from his newborn frenzy with nobody to teach him right from wrong, he’d still been alone. Always alone. His little black journal was the only one to keep him company. It would have been pathetic if Stephen wasn’t so frightening. He acted like he didn’t need anyone—but he’d sought people out from time to time. He’d even turned a girl, now in the mafia with him. It hadn’t been his initial intention, but it was how it played out in the end. Even his close friendship with Trace had fallen apart, and they’d resigned to different sides of the battle. He was always, always alone. In a way, he knew this about Jamie as well. He understood her behaviors, they patterned his own. Perhaps that is what drew him down here. Maybe she wouldn’t have to do this alone, like he did. Of course he’d never, ever, let her know he was being nice because he actually cared. Stephen wasn’t allowed to care. He had a reputation to uphold.

But the real truth was, if Stephen knew more about her he’d have to stop for a moment and realize that when he looked at her, it was like looking in the mirror. And he would learn this, in the future. And he’d hate her for it. He’d hate her for making him look at each of his flaws—the ones he pretended didn’t exist. He’d hate her for making him realized he was as fucked up as he is.

But lets not get ahead of ourselves.

He watched her push past him, his body tensing, expecting her to run. But her body seemed to be relaxed, if that was even possible in the presence of Stephen. She didn’t seem to be positioned to flee. Again, she probably knew this wasn’t really a feasible means of escape with the elder vampire. However, she quickly made it fear she was going to fight him every way she could. His above average hearing picked up her murmured words, loud and clear, as if she’d spoken them at more audible levels. He kept his face completely frozen, completely complacent, even through I’m bored. A perfect statue with a face that rivaled Adonis. He was calm, cool, collected. Beautiful.

He waited for her to turn around, just out the door. All in the space of a millisecond—the blink of an eye—he was on her, a growl ripping out of his chest. He flipped her around, slamming her up against the wall to her left, his arms gripping her upper shoulders, pinning her there. He wasn’t going to take any of her shit. He growled again, softer this time, his mouth near her ear, sounding almost like a purr, if a purr could be menacing. He was suddenly aware of how small she was—and how female. He could feel her body, as he pressed his up against her. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her or he just wanted to show dominance. It really didn’t even matter. He pulled his lips back, his fangs sliding out, and he dragged them from the bottom of her ear to the base of her neck, pulling down the side of her tank top. Keeping her pinned there, he pulled away, smirking.

“No, we do things my way.”

And in the space of another second he was off of her, and walking away, smirking to himself, entertaining all sort of ideas for the evening. But first, a destination.

“We’ll hit up a tourist nightclub. You like clubs, right?”He didn’t actually flatter himself in thinking she’d answer, but added the last bit on anyways. On the subject of their location, Elizabeth had often remarked on his nonchalance concerning food. He didn’t exactly have standards, except he disliked the very young & very old. Anyone else would do. Especially those that wouldn’t draw attention. Jamie had been one of those ‘ones’. Tourists were the ultimate snack—easy to make disappear and nobody missed them for weeks. And though his intention was to teach her not to kill tonight, he was sure they’d have to go through a few before that actually became a reality. He began to make his way down the hall without waiting for her. She would follow, like she did before.

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LOCATION:[/color] first floor
WORD COUNT:[/color] 1063
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] a pretty boy
NOTES:[/color] it's a bit rambly, i couldn't focus! ahhhh.but stephen very much wants to nom her ;]
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[JAIMESON KAYA COLTON.]

she knew the elder vampire wouldn't let her do what she wanted. she knew getting things her way was out of the question. she said it purely to get to him, to get on his nerves. she didn't care if he was 'taking her out'; she knew he didn't want to any more than jamie actually wanted to spend time with him. if she was going to be forced to be around him then she was going to make damn well certain they were as much fun for her as possible, & if that meant annoying a two hundred year old vampire, then so be it. if he wanted her to act like a decent, submissive person then he had another thing coming. he clearly had no idea who jaimeson colton was. jamie was difficult, rude, stubborn, defiant. she was annoying & loudmouthed. she never listened to anyone who wasn't herself & that was the way it had always been. she smirked to herself as she heard silence behind her, knowing she'd succeeded in her attempt to piss him off, & continued to climb the stairs, purposefully walking slowly. she was going to milk this for all she was worth; she'd do everything in her power to make this .. this .. trip .. as awkward as she possibly could. vampires were so easy to annoy, even easier than her mother. jamie constantly annoyed everyone because it gave her something to do. she was good at it, so why shouldn't she do it? she didn't even care that stephen was considerably older than her & could kill her with a flick of his wrist; if she was completely honest, she was half hoping it would come to that.

she pushed open the door to the basement & simply raised an eyebrow at the vampires 'guarding' her as they moved forwards, obviously thinking that she was, yet again, attempting to escape. her smirk widened, & she looked over her shoulder momentarily at the elder vampire, turning her whole body to face him shortly after. he hadn't moved at all. he was still stood there, motionless. jamie almost grinned, almost. jamie didn't grin, not ever. she was a smirker. she smirked when she was amused, or when she wanted something. most times, she just scowled at people. she'd been doing much more scowling lately; there hadn't really been much to smirk over. she blinked, & in the time it had taken her to open & close her eyes, he'd moved. she felt him collide with her, & then a growl ripped from her throat as she felt the wall slam into her back with bone-breaking force ( had she still been human ). she struggled to move, to push him out of the way, but then hands were placed against her shoulders, pinning her to the wall so tightly that not even a piece of paper would fit behind her. she continued to struggle, trying to shift her body this way & that way, attempting to dislodge the elder vampire's grip for just a second. a second would be all she'd need. a second would enable her to wriggle away & run. she probably wouldn't get far, but she'd get far enough. she glared as he echoed her growl, curling her hands into fists, wincing as her nails pierced the soft flesh of her palms. if she could just move her arms, she'd dig her nails into his.

she tried to shrink away as his head inched closer to hers, but she was already as close to the wall as she could possibly be. there was nowhere else for her to move. she gritted her teeth as the elder vampire emitted a soft growl, struggling not to growl right back. she was so .. so .. so small compared to him. she was tiny, miniscule. jamie had always been the small one, even amongst her friends. she was by no means short - she was average height; five foot six at the last measurement - but she was slight. slender. skinny. she'd never been one for eating much back when she was human, opting instead for a diet of pills & vodka. pressed up against stephen like this, she could only feel .. vulnerable, & whenever jaimeson started to feel vulnerable, she panicked. she went straight into defensive mode & she would not stop until whatever was making her feel that way vanished. she tried to stretch her neck away as she felt fangs on her neck - a leftover reflex action - & snarled, wincing again as the fangs pierced through her skin. he couldn't drink her blood now. he couldn't. she wasn't a human anymore. she wasn't food anymore. she held no nutritional value, therefore, this .. bite .. this .. ridiculously seductive bite was clearly designed to teach her something. perhaps it was 'don't make me look stupid' or .. or maybe even 'stop being a brat'. either way, jamie planned on repeating her performance. she could feel every inch of him pressed up against her, & she immediately stilled.

she couldn't decide whether she really liked his lips at her neck or despised them.

she couldn't tell if her skin felt like crawling off or like it was burning.

she couldn't tell if she hated stephen or if she wanted him.

she glared, more directed at herself than stephen, & instinctually snapped her fangs into place, not entirely sure what she could do. she hated being so powerless, so vulnerable. she'd make him pay for this, she would. she almost shivered at the sleeve of her tank top slipping down her arm, instantly squashing the reaction the moment she felt it coming. this felt too much like he was trying to get under her skin, like he was trying to give her the impression that much more .. much naughtier actions would be done to her.

she immediately made her mind up to continue being a brat the moment she realised this.

“no, we do things my way.”

& just like that, he'd gone. he was no longer pressed up against jaimeson & she could move again. her hand instantly flew up to her neck, searching for the bite wound, & finding none. she found blood though, lots of it. she only just remembered that her hands were covered in blood too. she didn't answer him as he spoke, reverting back to her previous silence. she didn't like that she couldn't get over her own way.

“we’ll hit up a tourist nightclub. you like clubs, right?"

again, no answer. she watched as he moved away, & didn't move. she glared at his retreating back for a few seconds, before rolling her eyes, & following behind him.

she hated vampires.

stephen. 1096 words. outfit. banner & template to me. mmmmmmmmmmm.