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The December Man and His July Girl

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction A Paradise for the Lost Sequel By: Allyssa J. Watkins

Charlie Manx smirked into Ally's hair, kissing the halo shine of her resplendent curls, The Wraith roaring through a painted rapture of tree-lined mountain roads at sunset, the splendid collision of red and purple light dancing through the branches, and reflecting off the windows. The slight evening breeze soothed the sting of the radiating heat, and drifted through Charlie's rolled down driver's side, his nostrils flaring as he drank in the dusk and sundrenched pine.

"Oh Charles, how I've missed this......." Mrs. Manx reveled, falling into him, nestling her rosette crown of long, loose, curls against his shoulder as he drove, both of them luxuriating in the bold strokes of crimson, pomegranate, and violet light, and the sacred reverence in her voice was getting him drunk far more powerfully than even Abe's top shelf peppermint schnapps could accomplish. The way she looked right now, so alive, illuminated by the painted sky....... An impossible dream, far too beautiful to be had by the nightmare she loved.

"It's been an age, My Sweet........." Charlie nodded his raven head in agreement, his navy blue, flat-topped cap prim upon his magnificent waves, his smile, rare, and adoring. Here we are once more, taking the other captive, absconding to secret worlds, and yes, while I am at the wheel, I am all too happy to let you steal me away on this, our special six month anniversary. Giving chase, and playing Bonnie to my Clyde with those pesky federal agents? Why, My Dear, that's all just part of the fun. Of which you must remember, I am the president.......

"Riding in the Wraith with you, Charlie, the hum of the engine chasing our hearts, marveling at your side as you pilot the unseen pathways of the mind......." She sighed blissful, turning her cheek into his warmth, breathing the gingerbread and car exhaust that lingered seductively on his woolen chauffeur's coat, her happiness perfect. "It's unlike anything I've ever felt before, that elusive, transcendent belonging that breathes like destiny. "I'd follow you anywhere, Charles, to the edge of all creative thought, it's you, me, and the Wraith against the rest of the WORLD!!!!"

Charlie felt the trill in his heart, the fire in his coal black eyes stoked by these impassioned words, the breathlessness in her voice, unthawing the ice in his soul. Yes, My Divine...... I am your only destination, the inevitable journey. A love conspired in the dark, in the stars, bourne a hundred years ago in a graveyard, and here you are........ My Soulmate, bound to my inscape, held happily captive in my magic car.

"I could not have phrased it with more powerful eloquence, myself, Sugar Plum," He purred, draping his arm across her shoulders, his gloved nails raking through her dangling curls in long, slow, strokes.

"To the stars........ To the fractured moon and back, through universes vast, and snowcapped wonderlands......." He mused, waxing poetic, his voice like silk, and she melted beneath his lips, like ice on his tongue, as he kissed the top of her head, his nostrils flaring.

"I'm going to take you EVERYWHERE with me, Allyssa Jolene, inscapes, landscapes, seascapes, whether real or imagined, through perfect summers, and dazzling white winters, conquering them all, and leaving my whispers in the most secret places of your mind......."

His voice found its sharp edge, as she ran those soft, white fingers teasingly up his crimson waistcoat, circling around each button, before toying with the red silk of his cravat, loosening it, wanting it off him. Yes, ooooh YES, my, my, what a crafty minx kitten I have! Had I any idea our becoming fugitives would have so sultry an effect on my shy, sweet, wife, I might have considered giving those government buffoons a clue as to my whereabouts...... Charlie breathed harder, thankful that his Wraith could commandeer itself if need be........ Ready to take over, Ol' Boy? He thought sneakily, and it revved its enthused response. It would seem I'm about to become properly distracted........

"I've waited an immortal's forever to drive a girl like you too far....... " He rasped dangerously, her fingers trembling with the treacherous sound, and he pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, lowering his lips to her ear with a salacious secret. "And I don't just mean in my car........."

He eyed her slyly, with a rakish eyebrow raise, and to her paralyzing delight, ripped his cravat from his neck, and hurled it in the backseat.

"Ohhhhh yes please, Charles.........." She purred, his Manx kitten, enamoured, reaching up to press her feverish lips into his cool, soft skin, writing her kisses with such masterful prowess. He snickered, deliciously, easing his leather boot off the gas pedal, even as the Wraith picked up speed, blurring through trees brushed with the sunset's palette, his hand falling away from the wheel, as he let his car, and his girl take control.......

Ally blushed as red as the hastily removed cravat, kissing her husband's elegant neck, running her fingertips down its pleasing slope, so happy she could die....... Her voice a forbidden ecstasy.

"I have not yet BEGUN to gallivant to my heart's content, Mr. Manx, driven too far by the dark allure of a mysterious chauffeur, and his majestic car, both of them, creating one irresistible menace......."

He could feel her escaped breath on his neck, as she spoke to, and coaxed his skin with her lovely lips, his own lips parting, his mouth falling open with his climbing passion, and while she was so delectably engaged otherwise, he advanced, poised to strike, one claw tangling in her curls, the other smoothing over the soft folds of her sundress, seeking out her black nylons.

"At your service, My Darling Girl, let your driver give you a ride to desire, as well as perusing imagination itself......... Your only fare to be paid, is the untouchable........."

Charlie seized her thigh, and her eyes fluttered their surprise, his voice a ravenous rasp, his sharp nails scratching against the smooth nylon, having shed both gloves, pulling her roughly into his lap, smirking wickedly as he mouthed the words.

"Where to, Miss.......?"

He kissed her hard, sneering with the force of his passion, sliding her fluttery hemline higher and higher up her thigh, grazing his talons across her nylons, digging them in, clutching the back of her curls, drinking in her ache, her drawn out, breathy murmurs with parched lips. He could feel it happening, knowing she had no method of defense against him, her surrender sweeter every time he tasted it, and he loved this...... taking his favourite Strong Creative and making her powerless.

Good show, Ol' Sport, he chortled mischievous in his mind, his eyes flashing with sinful urge, pressing harder into those painfully soft lips, punishing her with his kiss. You’re a Gent, My Dear Fellow, for allowing me to....... properly see to my wife. As they say...... Any man who can drive safely, while kissing a pretty girl, is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. The Wraith revved its approval rather cheekily, winking one of its headlights, as it rounded the next bend in the road. Steering wheel spinning, it maneuvered them flawlessly though the evergreen, Charlie's car navigating confidently, while both driver and passenger lost themselves in each other.

Ally's whole body hummed with Charlie's intruding warmth, the demanding hunger in his kiss, and the tantalize of his talons as they wandered up her thigh, teasing the inside of it, before sneaking up over her bodice, and whisking just as teasingly against the neckline, his other hand falling through her curls, releasing them in a cascade shine over her freckled shoulder, flicking his thumb, and its sharp nail, up and down the back of her neck, feeding off her spine's tingle.

Their aching tenderness dissolved into reckless passion, and the kiss deepened with the womanly want of him, as she clutched the back of his raven head, her other hand, exploring his chest, her body's shy desire awakened, and he could sense it, smirking into her lips, with a furtive eyebrow raise. That's it....... Relinquish the control, you need me to take the wheel....... Oh Allyssa, I know all of your body's secrets....... You can't hide them from me. I should take you right here........ in The Wraith, lay you back against my nice, leather upholstery, Ally, watch it brush against your bare skin, as I acquit your body of its every garment torturously slow, every delicate, porcelain inch revealed, as I acquaint myself intimate, fingers burning, sensuous lips lavishing innocent curves, taking what I do not deserve....... Becoming one with My Virgin Queen, in a naked sigh of dangerous ecstasy.

He growled, aroused, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him, and reveal the anguished pleasure flooding shamefully through her delicate features, his dark smoulder piercing her soul, taking that quaint green meadow in her eyes and setting it ablaze.

Ally stared back through the black smoke of his ignited gaze, breathing her answer, letting the haze of him create a delirium.

"Wherever you are, Charles........."

She drifted her fingers through his glossy, raven waves, before straightening his chauffeur's cap, crowning her king, and with a playful bloom in her cheek, she tugged it flirtatiously forward, sounding just the way he liked........ A woman in love, weak with his touch.

"Drive me too far........ To the end of the world, to our own mutual destructions, just drive me, and take me with you always."

He felt his chest swell beneath his waistcoat, peering up at her from underneath the bill of his askew cap, smirking, and she rested her forehead against it, leaning in close, with a besotted grin.

"What say you, Charlie?"

"I say you've made a fine choice, Ally Manx," He quipped, but his coy cleverness flooded with his very real emotion, and the sharp edge in his gaze, fell away, leaving behind warm, soft, brown eyes. "I'm sure I can........ Accommodate you in this request."

"My, what exceptional service!!!" She whispered back, her green, Christmas tree eyes, merrily alight, glistening with the love he never dared hope she'd have for him in return. The love he thought he'd have to take, steal, pry from her unwilling heart, she now burned with for him, in enticing flame. No trick, no ploy, no female masquerade of it. This was the love neither Cassie, nor even Jolene had ever looked at him with........ A love that wasn't a lie.

The Wraith rolled smoothly through a wide open, forest green, wing-tipped gate, and trundled up the steep slope of a narrow gravel road, while driver and passenger succumbed to another indulgent kiss, Charlie cradling Ally's face in his claws, both jostled by the rumble of the drive, yet neither took any notice, as they ascended further into the trees.

The fiery, bold strokes of coloured light were nearly faded now, the painted sky yielding to the night, and the surrounding woods invited the falling dusk.

Charlie felt their lips part, both of them chasing their breath, as he clung to her, the tender dark outside spilling in through his rolled down window, the rest of the world, forgotten, as he held the woman he loved, in the car that had saved him, feeling the same innate, lifeblood link to them both.

"We've arrived, haven't we, My Joy? I can feel it....... in the excited thrum of your heart......." He whispered tenderly, brushing his nose against the flush of her cheek.

"Hide me away........ Show me your world, Allyssa Jolene."

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The moon was uncommonly pretty, and just as bizarrely bright, as Ally and Charlie walked hand in hand through the calming dark, trees casting shadows across their faces, their flashlights dancing as they moved together, two silhouettes belonging to the tender night.

"It's perfect, My Sweet," Charlie cooed breathily, as the log cabin came into view, emerging from the darkness as though from the depths of dark water.

"I knew you'd love it, Charles!!!" Ally exclaimed beaming and bubbly, squeezing him tight into a hug, and he ushered her into his embrace, his night sky features etched in white moonlight.

"Your childhood woodland cabin could not be more perfect for our anniversary getaway, Dear Girl, I am most impressed........" He smirked at her, with a gentle eyebrow raise....... I can just see you here, aged nine, scampering about through the lush green fauna the same proliferous hue as your eyes, an eternal summer encircled, dark brown curls bouncing, adventure in your heart.

Ally's face shined even paler and luminous than the supernatural moon, as she hugged his neck, overwhelmed by the wonder of him, brushing her lips against his, both of them bathed in moonlight.

"That's so beautiful, Charles!!! Oh yes, how frightfully well you know your lucky bride. While at home I much preferred to keep indoors, kept company by a good book, at the cabin....... I craved adventure, roving through the wooded hills, collecting pinecones and wildflowers, making up games and imaginary foes."

"That's my daring, imaginative girl," He whispered to her lips, teasing them with a faint whisper of a kiss. "Creating worlds within yours already at so young an age, such a beautiful child, even then a living doll."

He bit his lip, looking at her innocently, which she found all too irresistible.

"Confession?"

Ally giggled, feigning reprimand, with playfully accusing eyes. "Oh no!!! What did you do?"

Charles smiled guiltily, gliding his fingers through her curls, remarking how fine she looked, how delicate, in her short black sundress, covered in white hearts, contrasting spectacularly with her dove white skin.

"I stole something......." He said softly, and she broke out into an even sweeter grin, curls falling silkily against her cheek. "Ah yes, you naughty boy, you mean besides my heart and hand?"

He smiled fondly, but the guilt still glinted in his dark eyes. "Yes, My Love. Not heart, nor hand, nor pen...... I took them....... photographs of you as a darling child, my living doll in miniature. I took them from your childhood home, from the picture album left behind. I hope you do not find it odd, I am just so taken with my white rose, delighted beyond measure to see her as a tiny rosebud."

Ally shook her curls bewildered, her green eyes impossibly wide. "You took pictures of me? From my old house on Canyon Hill? Charlie nodded somberly, expecting her wary chastisement, but was happily disappointed when she broke into a wonderstruck grin instead.

"You didn't! That's so sweet of you, My hopelessly romantic husband, my GOD........ I'm so lucky to have a man that loves and aches to know my every age and stage."

"You're not cross......?" Charles murmured unbelieving as she drifted her fingers through the black silk strands at the forefront of his slicked coif.

"No!!! Not at all!!! I am rather....... dazzled, and desperately undeserving of such gracious attentions." She blushed apple red, bowing her head shyly. "I told mother she had forgotten one of the albums in the move, when I was fifteen...... We thought it lost forever. Ally smiled sadly, something lost, something forlorn in her eyes. "No one lives there now....... My own little universe of primrose paths and a shady oak, nestled within a chain-link fence, is just an empty shell now. The once manicured lawn grown over with unruly weeds, from the neglect, the primrose bushes bared of their bloom." She shook her head sheepishly. "But, of course, you know this...... You were there......"

"Yes." Charles answered in a single breath. "A great many times, even when it was your universe, just as you described. But even decades later amidst the forlorn ruin, I still found traces of you..... The special little girl who lived in the pink house with the blue trim in the middle of the street. A pink Barbie bike left on the premises, coloured pictures in crayon hidden out by the cluster of pine trees in the corner. A pink sandal, without a mate in the flowerbed........"

Ally blushed deeper, looking at him in the way he so loved, like he was magic. "That was my special hiding place in the corner of the yard, by the biggest pine next to the electrical box."

"I know......."

"Which ones did you take, of the pictures?"

"The Christmas ones," He chortled, touching her feverish face. The one with you in the teal nightgown, posing in front of a colouring table, another of you hugging a life size Barbie with white-blonde, unusually long hair, and finally......... One of you, a little bit older, cradling in your arms a sweet black pup. Jewel, I think was her name, your favourite Christmas present, so says your mother's handwriting on the back........"

"Second favourite.........." Ally murmured in a sacred whisper, taking Charlie's hand, as she kissed the back of his fingers. "I adored Jewel, treasured every happy, romping moment with her, but YOU are my favourite Christmas present, Charles."

Charlie felt the emotion swelling in his chest, shimmering in his brightened eyes, his brow pulled back, soft. "I was gifted to you Christmas Day, wasn't I? We said our, "I do's," at midnight that magical Christmas Eve."

"Never was there a prettier wedding, nor a more devastatingly handsome groom. I'm glad you took them, Charles....... I'm glad...... you took me."

Charlie felt the tears fall and watched her Christmas tree eyes glisten likewise, scrunching his dark brow against hers, as he took her lips in a raw, emotional kiss.

Ally's tears mingled with his, each wearing the other's on their cheeks, and then he just held her, wrapping his arms tight around her feminine form with a heartfelt sigh.

"As am I...... Wife. My dove white couplet to a peculiar little poem that's long been unfinished. I've never known love like you......."

He gestured his gloved hand out to the charming cabin, waiting inviting in the distance, the peak of the eves decorated by diamond stars.

And now, here, in the setting of your happiest girlhood adventures, as the rest of the world falls away, leaving only immortal Adam and his evergreen Eve, shall we celebrate this love, this rosebud of a lovely, laughing little girl, who became the full bloom of My Beloved Wife, six months ago to the day. The December Man and his July Girl.

#charlie manx #charlie manx x oc #nos4a2 #the wraith #the december man #paranormal romance #paradise for the lost

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andy-clutterbuck · 1 year

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Edgar Bradley Wardrobe Appreciation Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities - The Murmuring (2022)

#Andrew Lincoln #Cabinet of Curiosities #Edgar Bradley #*#OLD MAN JAMMIES #GLASSES #WHY AM I YELLING #i want an adorable devoted bird loving nerd #looks at tag: 100% husband material #gimme your 50s dad clothes #i want the grandpa sweater #let me wear the robe ok #i love the hat we needed to see the hat more #i am powerless against a man in a waistcoat #H A N D S #me as a camera lens #....that was already a tag #put his lil book on the nightstand and ruffle his feathers a bit

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andy-clutterbuck · 1 year

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Ebenezer Scrooge | requested by Anonymous

#DADDY SCROOGE #Andrew Lincoln #*#A Christmas Carol #meet me in the fog mr scrooge #i'll give bob cratchit my pay i'll work for free #remember when we didn't have Scrooge being hot on our 2020 bingo cards #2020 said: lust after ebenezer scrooge bye #i love me a coat #and #i am powerless against a man in a waistcoat #lay me down by the fire mr scrooge #the ghosts can watch i don't care #jacob marley shows up and wishes he hadn't

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andy-clutterbuck · 8 months

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Andrew Lincoln The Rake - 2016

#S I R #Andrew Lincoln #*#al #STOP BEING SO LOUD #that one on the stairs......#those pants FIT #excuse me but The Nose™#pics for once!!!#hello can i buy a ticket to ride #remember that day these dropped out of nowhere from a magazine no one had ever heard of #good times....7 years ago.....#I still have my copy in a cabinet #THE SUSPENDERS #i am also powerless against a man in a waistcoat

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andy-clutterbuck · 10 months

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andy as scrooge omg, i'm in love with it for some reason

I am a period piece whore, I immediately dubbed him Daddy Scrooge 😂 I am powerless against a man in a waistcoat. I will work for free, Mr. Scrooge, roll me into the Victorian fog, Mr. Scrooge, let me wear the hat, Mr. Scrooge. The ghosts can watch, I don't care.

*jacob marley immediately leaves and there's no story*

#asks #2020 really said hey make scrooge hot fuck it #Anonymous #charles dickens is gonna come haunt me

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andy-clutterbuck · 2 years

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Andrew Lincoln during a photoshoot for Esquire UK | 2013

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andy-clutterbuck · 2 years

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Ebenezer Scrooge | A Christmas Carol

#DADDY SCROOGE #Andrew Lincoln #*#A Christmas Carol #climb on and wear the top hat #i will work for free mr scrooge #roll me through the fog mr scrooge #lay me down by the fire mr scrooge #give me this grouchy miserly sweeping coat victorian energy #i am powerless against a man in a waistcoat #THAT COAT #poor some wine while the snow blows outside and the fire crackles #give him a reason to snarl

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andy-clutterbuck · 3 years

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Andrew Lincoln as Ebenezer Scrooge in The Old Vic's 'A Christmas Carol'

#DADDY SCROOGE #Andrew Lincoln #*#flashing gif #A Christmas Carol #ok did anyone have sexy ebenzer scrooge on their 2020 bingo card #because i sure as hell didn't #I AM SO EXCITED #a human ball of sun is gonna play the most legendary miser #i am powerless against a man in a waistcoat #save us daddy scrooge save christmas #HE LOOKS AMAZING #expect me to shut up about this never

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andy-clutterbuck · 3 years

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The Old Vic: 'It was the very thing he liked. To edge his way along the crowded paths of life, warning all human sympathy to keep a distance'

Day 7 of the #OVChristmasCarol countdown – your first look at rehearsals

#HELLO GOOD MORNING #Andrew Lincoln #*#A Christmas Carol #save us daddy scrooge save christmas #i am powerless against a man in a waistcoat #i will work for free mr scrooge #I AM SO EXCITED

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andy-clutterbuck · 3 years

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𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐜

#Andrew Lincoln #*#A Christmas Carol #look at him learning his choreography #LOOK AT HIM DANCIN'#HI BEAUTIFUL LIL LEGS #i am powerless against a man in a waistcoat #HAPPY MONDAY #Andy and The Old Vic saving christmas #expect me to shut up about this never

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andy-clutterbuck · 3 years

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Andrew Lincoln as Ebenezer Scrooge in The Old Vic's 'A Christmas Carol'

#Andrew Lincoln #A Christmas Carol #*#I AM ALIVE #a human ball of sun playing the most famous grump #he's such a magnetic beast when he does theater #he's going to be so magnificent #2020 the year i'd bang scrooge #i am powerless against a man in a waistcoat #charles dickens is gonna come haunt me #excuse me but The Nose™#save christmas daddy scrooge #i'll give bob cratchit my pay i'll work for free #i got andy back in a period piece and back in a waistcoat praise be #sdfghjghfgfdfg #that is all

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andy-clutterbuck · 3 years

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Ebenezer Scrooge | The Old Vic | December 2020

#save us daddy scrooge save christmas #Andrew Lincoln #*#A Christmas Carol #flashing gif #never thought i'd list scrooge as a character andy has played but here we are and it's everything #he's going to slay it #i am powerless against a man in a waistcoat #i got andy back in a period piece and back in a waistcoat praise be #let me wear your top hat #i will work for free mr scrooge #HE IS GOING TO BE SO AMAZING I AM SO EXCITED #roll me through the victorian fog #let's go find an alley #i bet we can scare the ghosts away #too many layers gimme a second #2020: to end it i'm gonna make you think scrooge is hot ok bye #give me this grouchy miserly sweeping coat victorian energy

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andy-clutterbuck · 3 years

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Never thought I would ever say this.... Scrooge is hot now and I want him to [REDACTED] me.

😂😂😂😂 It’s funny because @bernthalus-christ and I were talking like “He’s gonna look a mess etc etc” Which you’d expect because I know I just picture Scrooge as a really rough haggard old man, and that’s fine because I just like watching Andy work and the theater roles I’ve seen of his he was truly a different kind of magnificent beast. But then those pictures. Oh no. 😂 Plus period pieces are my jam, I am powerless against a man in a waistcoat. I didn’t expect sexy Ebenezer Scrooge but hey it’s 2020, here we are, I welcome him. I’d be first in line to rattle some chains at his window.

Ok I must go now before Charles Dickens comes back to haunt me.

#what a monday morning 😂#have a good day stay safe everyone #Anonymous #asks

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allyvampirelass29 · 4 years

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The Frost to Her Fire

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction By: Allyssa J. Watkins

"Charles....."

Charlie Manx breathed in deeply, unbuttoning his long, royal blue chauffeur's coat, as his lovely wife kissed behind his ear, fixing his coif, and her fingers were soft, the womanly touch he'd been so cruelly denied for over fifty years, and he reveled in it, as she reached her arms around him, helping him off with his coat, already untying his blood red cravat. Those hands. So sweet, smooth as cream, and tonight oddly expressive. She was definitely up to something.

"Yes, My Sweet?" He simpered coolly, an eyebrow raised, so affected, as she rubbed his chest. He delicately grazed one of his long gloved fingers, up and down her pale cheek, and she sighed happily, which was a far more pleasant sound than the hopeless sobs that usually filled their evenings. Oh these hands, the greatest weapon against him. And she knew how to use them too. "Pray tell, what's got you in such cheerful spirits this fine evening, Mrs. Manx?"

Lips on his cheek, as she stroked the back of his coifed raven hair, and he murmured softly. What mischief was his little minx playing at? Why hadn't she been this affectionate on their wedding night? They could have been tangled up together, gasping blissfully in the throes of passion, consummating their love in the canopied bed beside the fireplace, the picture of newlywed happiness. But no, instead, he was forced to leave the newest Mrs. Manx crying by the window, for it seemed she was not at all pleased with his little magic trick, borrowing her hands, taking up her pen, to show Vic McQueen just who was the most POWERFUL Strong Creative of them all. Sweet, confused girl. You musn't be so ungrateful. You should be thanking me...….. for saving you. Saving our home.

"Of course, Charlie, it is your most dashing and enigmatic self that has made my spirits altogether bright," she whispered and he smiled, taking her hand in his gloved one, bringing it to his lips, feeling relaxed, rather liking the way she had said that. Why, Mrs. Manx, have you finally acquiesced to your fate?

"You flatter me, My Dear...… Your words like music, for a man that has languished too long in silence. I would, naturally, don any garb that would make you smile, and light up so." He grabbed her forearm, aching to feel her body close to his, and gingerly brought his fluttering dove to settle upon his lap, her legs bare and dangling over the arm of the chair, and he watched them, taking notice for the first time of her nightgown.

"Aaaaaaah, you do favour me with a treat tonight, Sweet Wife, wearing the very gown you wore when I absconded with you, kissing you for the first time in the falling snow." He grinned at her, remembering how it felt, dancing with her, the innocence of their first kiss, moving with her, and he admired how it hung snugly against her curves, still rustling about her legs. He was already tugging teasingly on the laces that tied at the neckline, his long fingernails, following the lacing down her bodice, feeling it through his gloves, and her own fingers curled around his.

"Yes, My Darling Charles, I crave always to dote upon and favour you...… I want to please you, My Sweet Sir, be your every imagining of beauty...…."

Charlie turned his nose into her soft cheek, breathing in, nostrils slightly flared with his rising passion, still fingering her bodice, made dizzier by her every word.

"Perhaps....... It is not only what you don, Fairest Husband, but what you might take off, that may delight me so........."

Charlie's black eyes fluttered open, struck speechless as he watched her cheeks redden, her full lip tremble, and he lowered his own lips to kiss her neck, seized by something he was powerless to stop, teasing the delicate skin, tasting it, trapping her hand, squeezing it tight, while the other caressed her cheek, feeling the heat between them, as she melted blissfully in his grasp. My, My, Mrs. Manx, Christmas Morning has come early, now hasn't it? Ooooh is tonight the night you finally give yourself to me in body and soul? Are we to at last become one as man and wife?

"Say the word, Mrs. Manx, and I shall gladly aid you in such unwrapping," He whispered breathily into her ear, already undoing his crimson waistcoat, with a mischievous smirk.

Ally giggled, the bubbly sound an elixir, making all a haze, as she nestled her head into the crook of his neck. He shrugged off his gentleman's vest with swift haste, wearing now, only his loose white shirt and black trousers. His fervor quieted though, when he felt her tugging at his wrist, wanting his black leather gloves off of him. Oh you, naughty girl.

"Charlie, please?"

Charlie pouted, his nose slightly wrinkling, having had the full intention of making love to her with them on. "My Darling, come now, we talked of this..... My gloves are very rarely removed, I am quite fond of them, you see...…"

Ally pouted too, which was the most endearing thing, softening his heart at once, and he watched, mystified, as she brought his wrist to her lips, kissing generously, lovingly just beneath his glove, his pulse tremulous.

"Oh Charles, you have the most..... sinfully soft hands, must you keep them covered, and deny your wife their luxurious touch? Would you neglect me so ill? Your fingernails, Charles...…." Charlie felt the chills dance down his spine, as she grazed one of his sharp nails against her bottom lip, her voice an ecstasy irresistible, breathless with subtle seduction. He'd never heard her talk like this, and it tempted him to the point of madness, ready to give her anything, needing to take her, to truly have her, and let her have him in a way even Jo was never allowed.

"I need them, your beautiful, long fingernails, against my bare skin, I have dreamt of nothing else...…"

Charlie grinned wickedly with a dark flirtation, imagining his dangerously long nails brushing against her soft, sensitive skin, torturously slow, lingering in the most intimate places, whisking against the curves that demanded his gaze even now. He locked hard onto her glowing green eyes, biting the tip of his glove, yanking it off with his teeth, his stare, lethal.

He watched the breath escape her chest, the ties on her laced bodice shuddered, still beckoning his wayward will, and she blushed all the more, looking dazed, as he ripped off his other glove, tossing them both to the floor, leaning in closer. Very well, Wife, as you wish, the gloves have come off........

"As you know, Allyssa Manx," He rasped, devilish, his desire untamed, his entire senses heightened, as he carefully placed his hands on either side of her face, resting all ten sharp vampire nails against her flushed cheeks, cradling her head in his claws. "I am in the sacred trade of making dreams come true......."

He kissed her hard, holding her face with the heels of his palms now, long fingers bent, careful not to scratch his porcelain doll, and she took his lips with the same impassioned ache, the same forbidden hunger, clutching the back of his head, mussing his shiny coif, one hand flush against his chest, pressing hard against the thin material of his shirt. While she was so engaged, Charles smirked into the kiss, the fingernails of his one hand moving down her body, at last pulling those laces loose, her neckline opening unto the loveliest snow white swell, and a rather pleasing feminine indent.

He moved to brush his finger across the pale crest, but she broke the kiss far too soon, before he could continue, and breathing heavily, she rested her forehead against his. He chuckled, admiring the effect his lips could coax from her body, making her blood run hot, exciting her in ways her docile mind had never dared to imagine, and felt her tremulous exhale as he brushed his nose against hers.

"Ohhhhhh My Ally...…... Do not take pause, and deny me the Elysium of your lips, I shall not survive it."

"Charles, I-I can't breathe...…. We are fire and frost, burning and melting together as was destined by the fates! You are....... Magnificent."

"Charles kissed her again, ravenously, forcing her head back with the fire of his passion, his fingernails clutching the back of her head, getting lost in a cascade of curls, closing into a fist of them, his other hand perched just above her chest.

Ally's whole body trembled as she kissed Charlie back, his lips igniting the fire deep within her very soul, held so happily captive in his arms. The way he touched her, so reckless, so possessive, no longer careful, the danger, the thrill, the way he took control, setting ablaze the polite affections most couples were fated to, favoring to stir her up something fierce, it was exquisite. She was overwhelmed with the wanting of him, the desperation for his hands on her skin, his lips taking hers without caution..... He was the fire and the frost, in which she would happily perish twice over.

Charlie's hand slid through her hair, and he touched her face, stunned by how feverish she was, his brow furrowing in worry. Did I get you a little too worked up, Darling? Don't fret. Once you've been undressed, properly, you'll feel much cooler. Of course, that's a delicious lie, I'm only going to get you hotter. You're the fire, yes, and you'll burn for me.

Ally broke the kiss, touching her own forehead, feeling faint, trying to remember to breathe. "Forgive me, I-I must be a little nervous." She was nervous, because he was perfect, her striking Byron, her gorgeous husband, as angelic in appearance as he was treacherous in intention, and she wanted their first time to be transcendent, incite his greatest pleasures, even if she still felt she did not deserve to be one with so flawless an immortal form.

Charles smiled at her very charmingly, absolutely adoring her bashfulness, her untouched virtue and she kissed the back of his hand, holding it to her lips.

"Of course, my beautiful bride, I do understand......." He cooed, whisking all of her silky curls over one shoulder, before bringing his lips to her fevered forehead. "Sweet, innocent Virgin Queen...…. Forgive me my folly, your foolish husband must learn patience, with so delicate a beauty. I only want you so madly, control is most elusive, this eve, just looking at so comely a countenance."

They both had trembled at the word virgin, and she stared at him in that way that he loved, her eyes gleaming, like he was her miracle. He took her up in his arms, while she hugged his neck, and laid her delicately in the canopy bed, grazing his hands through the curls splayed across his pillow as she looked up at him with such longing. "Wait here, My Love, I'll return with some refreshment, to cool you, and calm your nerves. You make me so frightfully happy, Dear Girl." He turned to leave, and then stopped, leaning down to kiss her again, feeling her happily kiss him back, and before he pulled away, he whispered something.

"I love you, Ally Manx...….. More than Christmas."

It took everything in him to take his leave of her, and he watched the tender emotion overwhelm her soul, gentle eyes glistening, the past horrors forgotten, as she pulled him close one more time, hugging him, nestling her wet cheek against his, and he knew these were the joyous tears he'd been waiting for.

"I love you too, Charlie Manx. More than Christmas."

Once he'd finally torn himself away, fighting his own tears, Ally lay very still, out of breath, dizzy and perfectly blissful, still tasting him on her lips, imagining the pleasing lines of his handsome chest through his threadbare shirt.

"Oh my God. You really say that to him?"

Ally covered her face, startled, hearing Vic's voice through the window, feeling conflicted, having very nearly forgotten she was there, knowing what had to be done, but now she wasn't sure if she could do it.

"Vic..... I can't! I just can't! Not now...…"

"Don't fall for it, Ally. Don't give into his manipulation, his seductive, romantic whatever!!! You know the truth now, remember? He can play nice all he wants, but he's still a cold as ice, soulless, MONSTER!!! Yeah, sure, he knows all the right things to say, but it doesn't change who he is. You did good, actually, scary good, but you can't quit on me now!"

"I love him, Vic!!! I know what he is, but I don't care!!!! I still love him with terrifying depths!!!! How now can I betray him like this!? I won't do it! This- This was a mistake! He's my husband!!!"

"You betray HIM!? Ally, HE betrayed YOU when he pried your power loose from your fingers, used you, and imprisoned you in his merry apocalypse land forever. He's never going to let you out, if he thinks you love your cage, alright? Think of the kids!"

Ally shuddered, sickening flashes of sweet children transformed into vampires with razor sharp fangs, seemingly breaking the spell Charles Manx had performed so well. Biting her lip, she rushed to the door, locking it, and with trembling fingers, picked up Charlie's leather gloves from the floor, the gloves he'd used to violate her power, take control of her knife, the gloves that he was so reluctant to remove, because he knew...… They held the secret to playing with fire. These gloves were her strings, and they were going to break.

She hurried to the window, and opened it, a flurry of snow blowing in, catching her hair, as she looked down to see Vic on her cherry red motorcycle, and with a deep breath, tossed the gloves out the window.

"I can't believe you got him to take these things off," Vic yelled triumphant, catching them, closing her fist around them, before stuffing them into her jacket pocket, motioning Harlequin Novel to climb down. Ally climbed up to the ledge, and felt the cold on her face as she stood there, the wind ripping through her gown, and she sensed it, the coming snowstorm that Charlie Manx would drive at her in full force for her dire deception. Vic could practically feel her hesitation, and motioned her down again, even more emphatically

"Ally, come on! You got this! You don't really want to stay here, and have sex with Manx, do ya?"

"Yes!" Ally called down to her, still starry-eyed and swoony. "I do! Very much so!"

"GOD, you are one weird chick!"

Ally smiled down at Vic, bracing herself, as she jumped out of the second story window into the heaping pile of fresh snow, shaking the flakes from her hair, climbing onto the back of Vic's motorcycle.

"We are TWO weird chicks that are going to save the world!!!" She answered cleverly, and Vic smiled.

"Damn straight, Jane Austen."

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Blood Moon: Scene 4

A Vampire Diaries Special Edition Fanfiction By: Allyssa J. Watkins

He took another drink, as he watched her sip slowly from her glass, her fingers curled elegantly around the stem. Upon the shocking revelation of him tagging along on their little Spanish Excursion, he was sure the magic would have ended, that this...…. experience so delicately crafted, this place where anything could happen, would shatter, the blood red sky falling all around them, finished. But not only was this sin forgiven, it was his pain that she had felt, his agony that she had sought to soothe instead of her own wounded pride. My GOD, what WAS in this French Princess' blood?

She took another sip, and swirled the blood red elixir around in the crystal glass, as she leaned back on her elbow, tossing back her hair, looking over at Klaus, seeming to wonder the same thing.

"You know, there's something I've always admired about you, Klaus, and no, it's not your sparkling conversation."

Klaus smirked, looking devilishly chuffed, with a knowing nod of his head towards her. "I know...… apparently, I'm beautiful, and quite sexy, which I did not know until this eve."

"Shut up, yes, you did."

Klaus chuckled, finishing off his glass, dabbing at the corner of his lip with his thumb. "Alright, yes, but I had no idea I held such beauty in your eyes."

"C'mon, don't make me mad, you had to know...… It was always there, even when I wanted to burn you alive...…"

Her laughing voice ended with a twinge of the escaped truth, sending chills through his whole body, and he slowly took her glass, setting it next to his empty one.

"Hey, I wasn't done-"

"You'll get it back," He chortled softly, moving closer. "That is, if you behave." He arched one of his red blonde brows, slowly brushing one, especially tantalizing raven curl, hanging in her defiant eyes, and he felt beckoned by their stoked fire.

She moved closer too, delicately fingering his silk tie, untucking it from his waistcoat, running her fingers all the way up the length of it, to his neck, his breath getting heavier and more pleasurable the higher her fingers climbed.

"Are you sure you want me to behave?" She whispered dangerously, the sparks flying and dancing in a flickering sway in her eyes, and he closed his own in defeat, his mouth falling slightly open, with the intensity of her affect, that unvanquished heat, setting fire to the night, defying the dark in dizzying trails. Admit it, Talia. You always want to burn me alive.

She toyed with his tie, loosening the knot, and then caressed her way up his scruffy neck, running her nails teasingly across his skin, watching his eyes open, the blue dawning like a gentle sky, no cloud of conflict in sight. His fingers tingled as they reached for hers, not forceful, or demanding, they were hopeful, and full of ache, caressing the back of them, as they came to a rest, still touching his neck.

"Tell me...… What could you possibly admire in the faulted crooks and chasms of so flawed a character as mine? What admiration of this faded and cracked visage, painted a thousand years hence, and left war beaten, deceptively unchanged, could flower in the fiery heart, I broke with such unyielding fervor...…. Tell me."

Natalia looked at him with a sad, little half smile, and he trembled as she touched his lip, running her finger along the perfectly, sculpted edge. "Niklaus...… How can you be so arrogant and yet regard so mean your own immortal beauty? This face...…. It's my every frustration, my every spoken curse and temptation, my every fought feeling. I HATED you for being so beautiful, this face...…. it's torture, because it's all I see, okay? Past, present, future, there is one fixed point, and my GOD, sometimes I wish it wasn't, but it is YOU. It's always been...…. I don't see the cracks in the paint, the aged lines, the way you do...…. Think about every masterpiece you've ever seen, and you just try to tell me, they're not more transfixing for it...… If given the choice between an ORIGINAL Degas, see what I did there, and a freshly painted canvas by some nobody, you know what I'd choose...…."

Klaus smiled fondly, his surfacing affection bleeding through his imposing features like water colours on parchment paper. "You always had the most unfettered love for Degas, didn't you?" He said softly, breathing her in, as her fingers curled around the curve of his face, her thumb rubbing soft against his cheek. The Muse admiring her Painter. "You could have been a dancer, Tal, the way you move, the lines you create with your body, painted by Degas himself, the crown jewel of his masterful works...…"

"I'd rather be your masterpiece," She whispered intimately, kissing the side of his face, circling her thumb over his cheekbone. How many times had he called her that, crowed to Elijah, shut that degenerate Damon up with it, used those exact words to threaten his enemies, and targets, showing her off shamelessly, but never...…. not once, had she called herself as such. His masterpiece. His triumph. He shuddered against her lips, with the full effect of her voice cloaked silkily over those words, admitting it, not just to him, but to herself, and he replayed it again and again in the wildfire haze of his mind, the painting he'd done of her, rivaling Degas himself, flashing in a red, ravishing, reverie. You are my masterpiece, Natalia, not just in function, but in form...…..

"Now, STOP interrupting me...…" She giggled, and the colour rose in his own cheek, as she batted his face playfully to the side.

"What I admire about you, Klaus Mikaelson, believe it or not, has nothing to do with your roguish good looks, or those damn sexy blue eyes."

"Please, do go on," He teased deliciously, making his sapphire eyes bigger, his lip curling up into a sneaky smirk, and she laughed, her own eyes luminous. "Shut up! I will hit you again!"

"I'm sorry, can you just say, "damn sexy blue eyes," again? I think I hallucinated it." Klaus' smirk broke into a laughing grin, the spell of the Blood Moon unbroken, caught up in her wonder, her willingness to let the fire fall, to laugh and jibe, and let him come closer.

Natalia scoffed in mock indignation. "Ughhhh!!! I take it back. More like DAMN irritating!!!"

"Tell me!!!" Klaus' boyish laugh betrayed his commanding guise, his attempted stern brow perfectly wrecked.

"Alright, alright, GOD, two hundred freaking years, and nothing has changed, you're still just as impatient!!!" Tal tried to look angry, but she broke into a laugh too, gently resting her head on his shoulder, and he instantly pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her as tight as he could, scrunching his eyes closed as he kissed the top of her curly head.

"Stop stalling."

"Okay, fine...… It's Katherine."

"Katarina?" The name stung on his recoiled tongue, tasting the poison, the rancor of that willful, wanton of a woman's name, choking on it, spitting it from his mouth, his hatred seething from his flared nostrils. "Ahh yes, and you were worried about me killing the mood, were you? I am disturbed in this curiosity but WHAT about my vendetta against the Petrova Whore could possibly be amorous in your eyes, My Love? For five hundred years, I have failed to capture her, failed to kill her, even though I fall asleep with dancing visions of her demise, raking my relishing claws against her spindly neck, gutting her prostitute body as such even Jack the famed ripper would envy...….. I admired him so much, before I surmised he was Stefan. Such a pity.

Natalya looked up at him, smiling, amused, but it was faint, the sadness, the frailty, overwhelming her expression, so much so, that she looked...…. impossibly human. Breakable. He loved it, and he hated it.

"You...… You were the only one, Klaus, the only one...…. who didn't fall for her transparent tricks, her playgirl ploy, the only man ever, in five hundred years, she couldn't seduce, couldn't steal with flirty eyes, and revealed skin..... You should have seen him back then...… Damon, yes, the guy you're so worried I want more than you, the guy you won't admit that you're threatened by...…." Natalia choked on her sob, half angry, half hurt, and Klaus looked back, the guilt glimmering in his eyes.

"You weren't there, you didn't see it...…. The way he paraded her around..... the way she had him wrapped around her little finger, sneaking into his bed, moments after he had bid me goodnight with a kiss on my cheek...… Pledging forever to me, but planning it secretly with her, finding their forbidden pleasures, even after she had just finished defiling his brother. I could feel it between them, the second I met her, and he didn't even try to hide it..... That stupid grin on his stupid face, rushing to help her into a carriage, touching the small of her back, gripping her hand, like he'd never let her go...…"

"Talia……" Klaus whispered, the pain constricting his chest. He'd never once thought about it, what it must have been like for his Spanish Rose, to be betrothed and in love with a man that was not so secretly disgracing her honour.

"You. You never fell for her. What IS it about that spoiled, bitchy, caked on face!? Even Stalwart Elijah, with his donned morals, and starched ethics, he was powerless against her promiscuous charm, or maybe he just couldn't resist turning a bad girl good...… He was always a sucker for a good redemption story." Natalia scoffed, and then her eyes gentled, cradling the back of his handsome, kingly curls, stroking them, as he stared lovingly down at her, his eyes soft, steady, calm. "But not you. You were better than that. The discerning artist."

"Let me tell you a story about the runaway whore, formerly known as Petrova," He whispered deliciously, his blue eyes agleam with mischief.

"Please," She groaned, laying her head further back, exasperated. "Tell me it ends unhappily ever after?"

Klaus smirked at her cleverness, his eyes pained as they fell over her, daring her sadness to again grace her face, wishing with all his prowess as hunter, he'd have killed Katherine before ever this startling beauty had awoke in this world to be her victim. I should have saved you from her. I should have stopped it happening...….

"Katarina Petrova is a lie." Klaus whispered, brushing the back of his hand against Tal's smooth cheek. "She'll be anything you want..... for a night. She leaves nothing to the imagination, luring weak-minded men, and forgiving fops with redemption fantasies, like my brother, to their eventual deaths or tortured madness. She's a plastic, flashy, bait, and oh watch the masses swarm to impale their greedy mouths on her hook. But beneath it all, My Darling, beneath the bad girl bravado, bratty little scathes, suggestive smirks, and the less than there outfits, beneath the over zealous eye make-up, and the stench of vodka and gaudy florals, Katherine Pierce is an empty shell...….

There's nothing inside the barely wrapped package. She's shimmers in all her tasteless glory, presents herself as something to be pursued, lusted after, only because...… She cannot convince herself she's anything but an arm ornament. She can lie, beguile, homewreck to her black little heart's content, but it doesn't fill the emptiness, for there is one other besides myself, Katarina cannot fool. Herself. Katarina Petrova died in the fourteenth century, and even with her newly minted vampire upgrade, forgot how to live, how to feel anything beyond the physical, the tragically shallow. All she has to offer is her flimsy flung body, her shiny hollowed shell, and once you've cracked that open, there is nothing left of her. She disintegrates. She's a mirage, nothing more. A trick of the eye. The girl everybody takes to bed, but nobody wants in the morning...……"

Natalia collapsed against his shoulder, tears streaming from her eyes, the pain of the past summoned from the depths, she'd tried for two hundred years to drown it in. He brought his forefinger, under her chin, and gracefully, lifted her lovely head, his eyes intense, and severe.

"That boy is a fool...… who will always prize the gratification of the now, over the wooing and the winning of a truly beautiful soul...… It is nothing short of sacrilege that your name should ever be uttered in the same breath as hers...…. Natalia...…." He released her, standing back up, lowering his formidable frame into a humbled bow, arms outstretched. "Do not praise me for what is only natural to the naked eye. You are a GODDESS even among the immortals."

Natalia stared back at him, her dark eyes glistening, wide, and dazzled, and he sank to the ground, slain, resting his forehead against her knee, like a sinner before a virgin saint. "But I too am a fool, Red Queen, for taking two hundred years, to confess to you my affections. In truth, my own crime is that much more damning than even the salacious sins of your fickle fiancé and his malignant mistress."

Natalia stood up at once, frenzied, grabbing Klaus' forearms, and urging him back to his feet. "No!!! No, Klaus, don't you DARE say that...…. Damn it, you have NEVER hurt me, like he hurt me!!!! I know why you withheld your affection, all that time, I know why you kept it a secret...…. Look at me!!!! I'm an unstoppable force because of you. Your masterpiece...…"

"You left me......." He said solemnly, pulling away from her arms, his face hardening. "I must have hurt you far more carelessly than even your cavalier musketeer, because you left, and you didn't even say goodbye. Tell me. Tell me, it was Elijah," He pleaded, almost angrily, his voice shaking, uncertain. "Tell me he convinced you to go, begged you to stay away from me, tell me it was his doing, and not yours!"

Natalia shook her smoky curls, concealing these far too honest tears, staring down at her satin high heels. Why do we do this? Why do we torture each other, right when we're both finally happy? It's been plaguing you hasn't it? You impossibly cryptic man, why didn't you say anything before!? Why are you asking me THIS now?

"You told me...… never to lie to you." She said calmly, crossing her arms over her chest, as Klaus looked back with another hard expression, though she could see the tears threatening to fall.

"Why did you leave me?" He asked again, his voice unwavering, his lip protruding with his own indignation.

"Oh my God, how many times can we have this same conversation? Don't do this, Klaus, don't ask me that, not here, not now, don't ruin it when it's this good, this perfect? Are you so self-destructive? I told you! I didn't want to be the Mikaelson Pet Project anymore, I'd lived my whole life under someone else's roof, someone else's rule, and I wanted to be FREE, I wanted to go where I wanted to go, be MYSELF, on my own!!! I did what was best for me, even if it wasn't what you wanted!!! GOD forbid I do anything outside of the damned Sire Bond!!!!"

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!?!?" Klaus roared, the threatened tears falling, his face red, his hands shaking, and she stared back with tears in her own eyes, the fire quelled, her voice a gasping, fragile sound.

"Because...… I was in love with a man that didn't love me back, and I'd rather go through the absolute hell of losing him, than do that all over again, give so much of myself to someone that didn't want me, couldn't love me...…. I'm not perfect, but I don't make the same mistake twice...…"

Klaus' eyes widened, his brow pulled back, surprised and devastated with the revelation, his tears streaming in silent trails from his eyes. "You thought me...…. indifferent?"

Natalia cried harder, her dark eyes flashing fire, smoke through the mist. "I would have BEGGED for your indifference."

Klaus' chest shuddered, the reverberating sound thunderous, and he ran to her, grasping each side of her face, the felled tears lingering wet on his lips, both of them bathed in the fading crimson light, the colour withdrawing.

"I understand...…." He whispered, tasting the salt as he spoke. "I was...….. in a prolonged distemper. But I assure you, the ravages of my soul that stemmed from my violent adoration of you, could not in any sense be deemed indifferent."

Natalia scoffed, wiping her eyes, but she relented to his touch, and let the sensory memory of the night's previous advances frolic across her skin. "I'm sorry, did you just say, distemper? Are you freaking kidding me? You were a REAL piece of work back then, and you know it!!!!"

Klaus cracked a bashful smile, his eyes guilty and pleading. "I was, wasn't I? Well, I needn't tell you........ much has changed."

He plucked up her glass, and what remained of the bloodwine, handing it carefully back to her. "I'm not that same man, Natalia, and you know it. My paper mask has come off, burnt away by your fire. My masquerade has ended, for good this time. This is my true face, my desire unmasked. I want to give you everything, the Blood Moon, the bloodwine, every luxury you were denied back then, everything I denied you, including my own miserable heart, I offer you now. Live with me, Talia. Live with me...…"

"You CRAZY, lunatic hybrid!!! You've finally LOST it!!!" She stared back incredulous, her fingers trembling against the glass, and she shivered before she drank deeply, knocking the rest of it back.

"Talia, listen to me now, it won't be as it was last time, there is no call, no dire, immediate urgency to make you stronger, you are the warrior, hell, you are more than the warrior I'd always dream you'd be!!! I will be perfect, I'll be a saint, you can come and go as you please, just live with me? I'm a boyfriend, you said it yourself, and although I've never been one before, boyfriends live with their girlfriends....." He blurred intimately close, hands on her hips, his eyes almost manic.

"Klaus!!! Are you HEARING yourself!? How drunk are you!? Rebekah and I would KILL each other!!! It would be a DISASTER!!!" Tal shook her head vehemently, disturbed by this outburst, shivering again as his warm hands moved against the satin hanging from her hips.

Klaus moaned, his voice a whimper. "Oh now, you're just making me want it more. No fair teasing. Kill Rebekah if you fancy it, for God's sake, toss the whole lot of them out, I don't bloody care, as long as you're there...… with me."

"You're serious?" Natalia shook her head again, stepping hesitantly back, overwhelmed, as he continued to caress her hips with a rising fever, kissing under her jaw. "Imagine it, Darling, everything you could ever want at your fingertips, lavender-vanilla scented jacuzzi baths every morning, decadent feasts, the crème de la crème of blood, and the best of the alcohol, all the sumptuous, silken dresses you could ever wear, I am desperate, tell me...…. Tell me what will coax you, and I will move heaven and earth to procure it."

"Klaus, wait, slow down-"

"I've done my waiting, two hundred years, no more waiting, Tal, for either of us, more doing, living, lavishing!!! If you would feel more at ease, I'll have a room of your own prepared to your tastes, exactly as you would like, I need you Talia, I've always needed you, I need my girlfriend, My Goddess."

"Okay, first off, we both know we'd just lock ourselves away in your room, so spare whatever decorator you plan on berating to make mine perfect. And no fair, dangling the temptation of daily lavender-vanilla jacuzzi baths, you know I can't resist those, that's totally cheating!!! Also, you can call yourself my boyfriend, okay, but don't get too excited, Sire Mine, because we're not like going steady or anything. Item? Yes. Committed relationship? Try no. I don't do those anymore, for good reason. I'm not going to live with you, Klaus, that was never the deal. As....…. tempted as I am, and actually completely charmed by your offer, you know, since you made it sound like heaven, and as much of an incentive as it would be, getting to kill Rebekah and all, we aren't there yet...… Not even close."

He nodded reluctantly, taking both of her hands, rather loving how defiant she could be, deny something no matter how irresistible the enticement. "Might I propose a counter offer, a compromise?"

"Klaus-"

"One night...…." He whispered, his voice full of intrigue, the whimsical sound beckoning to her, as he kissed the back of one hand, and then the other, his eyes tender, and shimmering. "One night, and I'll never ask again. You said I made it sound like heaven, Tal, let us even being the wicked creatures that we are, know heaven for one night."

Natalia bit her lip, fully expecting everything inside of her to scream no, there being only a thousand reasons why this could NOT happen, and yet the hallelujah of yes' chorused through her entire being. Oh my God. I can't believe you talked me into this! You, being all vulnerable, and adorable, surrendering yourself, erasing my old scars, did you really just kneel at my feet? I'm supposed to hate you. Why...... don't I hate you?

"Yes. One night. Nobody finds out."

Klaus' brow slanted forward salaciously, slowly bringing her hand from his lips. "As you wish, Mi Reina...…."

Natalia couldn't help herself, she broke into a very warm, welcoming smile, Klaus' perfect Spanish accent melting away all the objections she couldn't right now remember. I love it when you speak my language, Mi Hambre.

"Una noche." She whispered softly, her eyes melting back into that inviting candlelight, clasping both of his hands, pulling him closer.

"Una noche, Bellísima," He whispered back flirtatiously with a wink, clasping her hands tighter, and kissing her fingertips, never taking his eyes from hers.

They left the moor, hand in hand, disappearing like shadows into the swirling mist, and the surrounding ruins of Noirbloom Manor looked less and less like remnants of a fire, and more like a hallowed acropolis. Klaus chuckled, softly at first, and then with more confident mirth, and Natalia marveled at the drastic change in him, even from hours ago. Who WAS this Madman!? Her Sullen Sire had been by the Blood Moon transformed. Had she- had she never seen Klaus this happy before?

"What, what is it?" She asked, exasperated, fighting her own laugh, and her heart stopped as he spun her around, without hesitation, sending her blood red skirts in a floating satin trail, every which way.

"Going steady...… such a mundane, hateful term for something as passionate and volatile as love. I don't want anything so sensible with you...… I want...…. madness. I want to be scarred, marked by it. These humans love for their lifetimes, but do they feel anything rivaling our own racing blood? Only a vampire...… can love you forever."

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