Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!

As the sun began to rise, it’s rays of light would have lit up a bedroom easily, but not the bedroom in the house that Solange lived within with her lover. Their drapes were heavy and kept all the sunlight out of the room. This was because since Zaska was a Chupacabra Chimerae, the sunlight really bothered him and she was thoughtful enough to not want him to be in pain when he wakes up in the morning. She yawned some as she started to hear the light beeping from the alarm clock by the bed that was on her side of the bed. She wanted to knock the alarm clock off the desk and smash it to bits but she was comfy and warm where she was already and didn’t want to move where she was. She was under the covers with most of her face buried within the pillows, her light purple hair sprayed out like a curtain of sorts around her. Under the covers, she was on her side curled up slightly. “Mmm... Zasky… Don’t do that, that tickles… Hehehe…” She said in her sleep as she curled up a bit more and started to lightly chuckle as she continued to dream. But as the beeping continued she started to frown slightly as one of her hands shot out and soon a knife was tuck right in the middle of the alarm clock. She had killed the fourth alarm clock of the month. This time the alarm clock was killed by one of the many knives she hides under the pillow just in case. She sighed happily as the room was silent again before she turned over onto her other side and she reached out a hand to touch the area where Zaska slept with her last night.

In the moment in which the alarm clock was stabbed, an extremely loud crash resounded throughout their house, followed by a string of curses. There went another plate. Kicking the shattered pieces furiously with his foot, Zaska begun the task of not cleaning it up. He turned back to the stove where the eggs he had finished cooking now steamed in the cool morning air that seeped through the closed windows whose light still managed to filter through. He heaved a sigh to calm his racing nerves and carefully positioned the eggs on a new plate that he was able not to break. Sprinkling salt on them, he grabbed a fork from the perfectly organized drawer and headed towards the steps. Checking to make sure that he didn't leave the stove on again, Zaska bounded up the stairs and into their room.

"I couldn't find bacon but..." He blinked at the knife embedded in the alarm clock and continued, "You're still sleeping? Come on!" Zaska walked around to her side of the bed and leaned down, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Up!" He placed the plate on her stomach without a word and headed to the closet, which was equally as in place as the drawer in the kitchen. In fact, everything was this way thanks to Zaska's obsessive compulsive need to organize. He rummaged around clothes a bit until he found the stack of alarm clock boxes in the back. Damn, they only had five left. He made a mental note to stop at the store soon and get more. Taking one out, he began gnawing at the seal on the box until it was thoroughly ripped to shreds. He then went about replacing the destroyed one with the new one. If he didn't, he was sure neither of them would wake up tomorrow, and Sola had work. He had forgotten to remind her to turn off the alarm last night since today was her day off...and it caused another sacrifice.

She jumped a bit within the bed as she heard the extremely loud crash that came from downstairs of the house. But it didn’t wake her up. She was quite the hard sleeper when she wants to be. This was one of the days where she wanted to be. She yawned again softly as she still slept. She couldn’t help but smile in her sleep as she chuckled gently. Even when she’s in deep sleep she heard his string of curses and it still made her chuckle. She went back and continued to dream her wonderful dream. Actually, it wasn’t really a dream. It was a flashback of what they did last night. Oh what a wonderful night it was. Of course every moment with Zaska was wonderful to her.

When Zaska stepped into their bedroom, her nose started to twitch some as she smelled some cooked food. That was what started to pull her from her dreams and started to wake her up. She smiled and started to open her eyes, revealing that her eyes were a dark shade of purple, when she felt Zaska planted a kiss on her cheek. She turned her head some to watch him place the plate of food on her stomach. She smiled some as she looked from the plate of eggs to him. He was so thoughtful to make her breakfast in the morning. Usually she would throw a fit, but she won’t this time because it already started off well to her. She picked up the plate some as she moved to lay on her back. She brought it up to place it on her chest some and she took a bite out of one of the eggs. She smiled sheepishly and chuckled as she watched him bring out a new alarm clock to replace the old one. “Oops. Sorry hun. The eggs are delicious by the way.” She said with a smile as she looked up at him. She held out one of the eggs to him. “Want a bite?” She asked him.

"Mm..." He murmured contemplating, before crossing the distance to the piece of egg. He bent down and stole it off the fork, throwing the piece of box he still had in his hands into the trash. "Would you mind...when you get a chance cleaning up the--down stairs?" He asked, frowning deeply as he chewed and swallowed. Wasn't bad; maybe his best yet. Zaska turned back to his work of plugging in the brand new alarm clock, setting the time expertly. He stepped back to admire it before jumping into the bed next to her and shutting his eyes. "It's too bright in here, remind me, why did we buy a house with windows? ...Oh, right because they all come with them..." His voice was low and muffled under a pillow that he had burrowed into and his arms wrapped around her loosely while a leg draped over both of her's. He had gotten up too early again... or maybe he was just drowsy because he hadn't had any blood since yesterday afternoon. He sighed audibly, too lazy to move so he could breathe better instead of through the stifling pillow.

She smiled up at him as she watched him comes towards her and took a bite out of the egg she offered up to him. She chuckled some as she nodded her head at him. “Of course. I’ll take care of it.” She said before she took another bite of the egg. She knew that when he asked that he broke something downstairs and was afraid of broken glass and plates and such. She continued to eat the eggs as she watched him work on the alarm clock. It had to be perfect or he would throw such a fit. She smiled and chuckled as he jumped into bed with her. “Yeah, yeah. It’s always bright to you. The drapes aren’t allowing any of the sunlight to come in silly.” She said as she chuckled while looking at him. She laughed as she shook her head. “Well it would be weird if we got a house with no windows. We’re supposed to blend in with the people remember?” She said as she looked down at him. She moved closer to him and snuggles with him in their bed as she felt his arms go around her. She moves her leg a bit against his so that they were snuggled even closer.

“You are such a lazy bum in the morning aren’t you?” She said with a smile and a chuckle as she looked at him. She finished up the eggs on the plate and placed it to the side. She reached out and started to stroke his hair some. “Are have you not had enough blood? You now you can have a bit of mine if you really need it.” She told him as she kissed his cheek. She wouldn’t mind if he chose to or not. She was just looking out for him is all.

"MmmIloveyouuu..." He murmured again into the pillow until he decided to turn his head to the side. He breathed in the fresh air and smiled, contently, showing a gleam of his fangs beneath his lips. "Right...blend in. And no, I'm not the lazy one who slept all morning. I was reading the paper. Apparently East City is under attack...I'm jealous." He rolled over on top of her, nuzzling his face into her neck and long lavender hair. Suddenly he noticed the plate falling off the bed with horror and a hand jolted out to catch it in midair. He sighed in relief and reached over her head to place it on the bedside table. Seriously...he had a thing for breaking plates; it always happened. At least it wasn't glass, he hated that sound the most. He felt her hands on his hair and leaned into the touch with his deep gray eyes closed almost like a cat would. But he wasn't a cat, if anything he was a blood sucking monster that killed people. Hah. Zaska opened his eyes and started up at the mention of blood and ended up sliding off her back onto the side he usually inhabited. Oh no, she was offering again... "Really now? There's no way," He gave an impossible laugh and threw his arms over his too-thin eyelids. "Aghh the sunlight burrrnns..." There was no way he would ever allow himself to injure her in any way; he'd rather die.

She smiled and blushed a bit as she heard what he said. Those three words mean so much to her. Especially if it comes from him. One of the best things she loved to hear him say. She smiled more as he smiled. She loved him, every last bit, but his fangs were always something that she found very interesting and sometimes she can’t help but touch them. “I love you too.” She told him as she looked at him. She laughed at his words as he rolled over on top of her. “Meh. Reading the paper is so boring at times though. And East City is under attack hmm?” She asked him as she nuzzled his neck back, lightly kissing it as she started to wrap her arms around him. She chuckled some as he caught the plate that was about to fall to the floor. She knew that she shouldn’t laugh but at times it was just too funny to see him act this way.

She smiled more as she continued to stroke his hair. “Do not worry too much Zasky. You will get your chance. Just be patient is all. Our time will come. It’s more worth while if we wait and plan until they show their weakness.” She said as she smiled at him. She smiled and chuckled some as she shook her head some. She moved enough so that the shadow of her body covered up his entire face. “You’re such a big baby at times.” She said as she chuckled some more. She leaned down towards him and moved his arms that covered up his too-thin eyelids. She then started to lightly kiss his too-thin eyelids gently. “There. That will help you feel better. I’ll be right back alright. I’ll go ahead and clean up the mess you made downstairs then I’ll be right back here.” She said with a smile as she then started to get up. She moved the blankets and pillows enough so that it made a wall or protection between him and the window. She went to the window and made sure again that the drapes allowed no sunlight to enter before she left the bedroom and started to head downstairs, carrying the plate and fork with her.

"Ah, yeah." He turned to face her with an excited gleam in his eyes. "There weren't details though, apparently it's still going on." He was tempted to race over there and join in on it, but Central was his aim. If he brought down the core, then the whole corrupt country would come tumbling down too. He smirked, looking over at her with pride. See? He chose her for a reason: she was perfect in every way. "That's right!" He shot out, smirking with bits of fang showing again. "It's better to wait until we succeed then reveal our true intentions and end up getting sentenced to death." And there was no way he would ever let her die. He would rather be tortured for the rest of his life then learn of her death.

Listening to her laugh was his music and he lay there watching her smile until the sun seemed to go out. Ah...nice. The he realized she was blocking it with her head and he gave out a shrill laugh, moving his face nearer so that their noses touched. In the middle of her calling him a baby, he muffled the rest of the sentence with his lips on her's. Then he pulled away. "Nope, can't call a man a baby. Not allowed." He held up and finger and moved it back and forth in mock shame.

Too much effort to hold himself up. He slumped back over onto his back and threw his arms back over his eyes despite that she was still shading him. He didn't resist her when she removed them and began kissing his eyelids no matter how weird that felt... He heard her say something, but just lay there with his eyes closed until he realized she had left. Then he waited... The bed compelled her.

As she went down the stairs, she was smiling some as she knew that he’ll miss her. Even if she was just downstairs, she knew how much he would miss her. He was just like that. As she reached downstairs, she started to head towards the kitchen. She blinked her dark purple hues at what she saw. There were bits and pieces of what use to be a plate all around the floor. It looked as if someone scattered the pieces as if he was furious. She couldn’t help but smile and laugh. Sometimes Zaska does tend to act childish, but she found it more cute then anything else. At least he can always make her day by the little things he does. She went to the closet near the kitchen and pulled out a broom and the broom pan. She then moved back to the mess and she placed the broom pan on the floor. She started to use her broom to sweep up the tiny bit and pieces of the plate into a small pile. She then started to sweep the small pile into the broom pan. As she did this, she was whistling some as she worked.

She then bent down again and picked up the broom pan. She moved over to the trash can and stepped on the peddle that would open it up. As it did, she tilted the broom pan enough so that it went into the trash can. She made sure that all of the bits and pieces were in there. She smiled as she looked around and saw that she got all the mess cleaned up. She went to the closet and puts up the broom as well as the broom pan. She then made her way back up the stairs into their bedroom. She smiled as she saw that he was in the same spot that she left him in. She chuckles as she went and laid down on top of him on the bed. She kisses his lips gently as she smiled. “Did you miss me?” She asked him with a chuckle.

Letting out a heavy-person-on-top of me sigh he murmured: "I always miss you~" Then he closed his eyes again. Why was he so tired? It couldn't just be from lack of sleep. Kissing her back, Zaska opened his narrow eyes again and stared at her beauty. Leaning carefully to her neck, he brushed his lips against the soft skin there, taking in Sola's soft scent. It was so sweet. He could barely ignore the yearning inside of him, thrashing at the surface of his control. His mind was too powerful though to give into impulses. He gave a contented sigh like someone who had just caught a breath of their favorite food. But she was better than anything. And something he could never harm. He ran a hand all the way down her back as far as he could reach and came to stop on her thigh. In order to avoid his inclinations, he spoke the last thing on his mind. "How has work been?" Pulling reluctantly away from her neck, he sat up with her still on him, his ab muscles clenching in the effort they didn't want.

Sola chuckled as she looked down at him when he let out that sigh of his. “Hey! I’m not heavy.” She said as she pinched his cheeks a bit. She then smiled as she looked at him. “I always miss you too.” She told him as she looked into his grey colored eyes. She closed her dark purple hues as she felt him leaned up some to brush his lips against the soft skin of her neck. She smiled as she heard his sigh of happiness. As she felt his hand run all the way down her back as far as he could, she stretched her body some as she let out a soft yawn, turning her face away from him so he didn’t have to see her yawn. She rolled her eyes some as she opened then and looked to him. “Work was as usual. I’m slowly learning their secrets, but not enough to give us much f an advantage. I need to work harder and move up the ranks. After all I’m on the lowest level at the moment.” She said as she was in a sitting position with him.

She smiled some as she ran her hand along his jaw. “You need blood. Do you want me to go out and ask or steal blood from a hospital for you?” She asked him, a slight tone of worry was in her voice. She was looking out for him and always got worried like this when he would act this way from not having enough blood. “Or you can take some of mine, which I offer freely to you, even though you won’t take it. I know why you don’t and it’s ok. It’ll only hurt for a little while and I trust you. You know you worry me sometimes.” She told him as she ran her fingers through his hair. She was combing his wild and unruly hair some.

Zaska pulled away from his cheeks being pinched with a mock-scowl. "Hey!" He swatted at her hands until his face was free again. Then he yawned also, but openly, stretching his arms until they hit the headboard with a thud. Then they flopped back down around her waist. "Ah, I see, right, rank matters..." He frowned. How ridiculous that ranking system was. He would just have to find a way to best it, but Sola couldn't rise too quickly because it would be suspicious... His brows furrowed in deep thought. But then they should already have enough information before she was found out. That was still a risk, and he certainly wasn't a risk-taker. And no way in hell with Sola.

At the mention of blood, he perked up and his eyes snapped to her. Then she offered again. He sighed audibly and touched her hand that was trying to straighten out his wild and crazy bedhead. Right though, she was right. His frown deepened at the realization and he also felt like she was implying something by all these mentions of it. Did she want him to? Or was it just out of necessity for him? He did know for certain though that he didn't want her to be running all over the city on her day off for him. If that was the case then he would go steal it himself. His supply had dwindled to nothing without him even realizing, (which happened often). "You want me to?" He asked seriously, his eyes holding a deep-rooted emotion that was unreadable. He really didn't want to worry her.

She giggled when her hands were swatted at. She enjoyed teasing and bothering him at times when he was like this. He couldn’t really fight back right now if she really wanted to bother him. She nodded her head then as she sighed some. “Unfortunately, yes. But I’ll have to be careful in exactly how fast I get ranked up. If I go too slow or too fast, they’ll get suspicious and look in on me and what I do.” She said with a shrug of one of her shoulders. She couldn’t help but chuckle some as when she mentioned the word blood that he perked up and he seemed to be more alive and paying closer attention to her now. She tilted her head to the side and tried to smile as she heard him sigh while he reached out and touched her hand some. When he did, she stopped stroking and combing out his hair, but she kept her eyes on him. She watched him for any facial movements as she knew that he usually went quiet like this when he was in some sort of deep thought. She silently watched him frown some then how it deepened as he continued to think some more.

She locked eyes with him and looked back into them deeply. She heard his question and her face went serious just like his did. “Yes, I want you to take my blood. I want to help you in some way and this is the best way from every point of view that I looked at this idea from. Besides I know you want to at times but you hold yourself back.” She said with a serious expression before she started to smile. She started to caress his face some as she looked at him. “I trust you with my life Zasky, I know you won’t hurt me. Besides, who knows? I may like you biting me and sucking my blood? The girls in those paranormal romance books of yours seem to enjoy it.” She said with a slight chuckle. “It’s up to you though Zasky, if you don’t want to I won’t force you to.” She told him as she rubbed her left cheek against his.

"You were reading my books?!" Zaska joked with mock-horror. "Were they good?" He laughed and placed his chin on her shoulder, shutting his slanted eyes. Now he had to think about this. Regret was something that always followed in impulse's footsteps. So thinking was the best. Zaska prided himself with how fast he was able to think in certain situations. This one, however, he was very slow at. That, or it was because his mind was all cloudy today. He sighed and turned to look at her smooth neck. He could almost see the veins through it with the darkness in his eyes. Such a horrifying thing. He shuddered at himself and flopped back onto his back. No, he couldn't do it. He had never before taken blood from any living thing. He had no idea how much he could take from them before they died, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to stop. It was easy with the blood packets the two of them prided themselves in stealing from the hospital; he stopped when the bag ran out. But he always had an itching in his tongue afterward, like he was never full. It was a bad idea. Bad. Idea. He licked his lips; the chupacabra in him howling at the prospect. No. Zaska threw his arms back over his face. He turned his gleaming eyes onto Sola and they held a scary look she probably had only seen once when he had tried to tell her about his past. It was the look he usually bore a moment before he killed.

She wasn't the one forcing him. It was something else. Some secret pulling in the very core of his being and it was almost painful; it felt like his heart was inwardly being yanked by invisible hands. But worst of all, those hands belonged to himself. He really wasn't who he was. That fact was the hardest to accept in those years before he met this perfect woman. Before he knew it, he had forgotten this thought. He wasn't just himself...there was something else inside of him. He was like a blood thirsty dog with rabies that had learned to love its prey. It was wrong. Everything about this pained existence was wrong: chimeras weren't supposed to exist. Alchemy was a sin against nature and he could feel it deep inside of him. It took all of his mental energy to control this creature, but at the same time it had become himself to the very core of his entire being...

"Fine," Zaska relented, sounding completely natural now as the gleam left his gray eyes. He sat up cross-legged and faced her with a playful frown. "But I want you to hold a knife at my throat during it, deal?"

“Hehehe. Yes, I have for a while now.” She answered him, chuckling at his mock-horror when she told him about reading his paranormal romance books. She smiled more and laughed as she nodded her head. “Yes, they were very good actually. The details were so vivid and the books have given me a lot of ideas on many different things.” She said with a playful yet slightly perverted smile at him. She smiled as she felt his chin rest on her shoulder and that his slanted eyes were now closed. He was going into his thinking mode. She smiled warmly and nuzzles his neck softly as her hands went back to his hair. She started to run her fingers through his tangly mess of hair again as she was combing his hair out gently and slowly. She started to hum lightly, trying to help him think out what they just went over yet not trying to bother him.

She blinked her eyes some as she heard as well as felt him sigh before he leaned back away from her so that he laid back onto the bed on his back. Her smile faded and she just looked serious as she looked down at him. She moved her hands to the arms that covered his face before she brought them back to her when he uncovered his face. She started to frown some as she saw that look in his eyes when he looked at her. There was one other time he ever looked at her with those eyes and it was when he was telling her about his past. She was a bit worried that he would go into another shock because of what she has said and because she was offering him her blood. She sighed some when Zaska finally spoke. She looked at him seriously as Zaska moved to sit up. “Zasky, you had that look in your eye just now. I don’t want you to go through shock again like last time. Do you really want to?” She asked him as she was worried about him and that she might hurt him because of it later on. She nodded her head though as she leaned over and grabbed a knife.

"No, I can't deny you anymore," Zaska said softly, staring into the depths of her warm purple eyes. "Nor can I resist you." He smiled slightly as he leaned toward her on his knees now. He brushed his lips against the soft skin below her ear. "So captivating." His eyes had melted to their usual calm, but they seemed more of a clouded gray now as they watched her with a deep intensity. "You'll have to accept it, all of it," He murmured in a wispy voice, almost like he was talking to himself and her at the same time. "Can you do that?"

Zaska sighed, snapping back to himself and pulling away slightly to catch a better look at her. He frowned at the impossible question he had just asked. He felt hypnotized by what he was about to do, and it made him shudder. He was choosing this with rational thought. Well, he was never one to back down out of fear. He trusted her enough to stab him if she needed to. Himself...well in this case, without experience, he had no idea what he was capable of.

After a brief pause, Zaska shook stray bangs from his eyes and moved slowly toward her neck. He'd rather it be here than anywhere else. She had work tomorrow, and a scarf could cover this. Her wrist...that was too open. She needed both her hands after all, in case she had to stop him. He quickly grabbed for her hand that he noticed had the knife in it and raised said hand to his own neck, pushing the blade toward himself until it slit the skin there. Smirking at how sharp her knife was, he licked the surface of her skin, running his tongue over his aching fangs. What was this sensation building up in him? He could barely restrain himself to go slowly. He was not going to make a habit of this. Carefully, he penetrated her skin just on the surface until a warm trickle of metallic liquid flowed onto his lips and slid easily down his throat. Not too much. Not too much. He held himself back from fully enjoying the overpowering taste that was more than anything he had ever experienced. His head not longer had rational thought, and his body naturally craved more. He stopped breathing and his eyes closed as if everything shut off for this moment while his mind frantically gripped at the fading threads of humanity.

As she heard him, she smiled slightly at him while her warm purple stared back into his grey ones. His eyes that can go cold to warm in an instant within her presence. She chuckled some as he spoke on how he couldn’t resist her anymore. She tilted her head to the side some, exposing more of her neck to him when she felt his lips brush against the skin below her ear. She shivered a bit from the sheer touch as she blushed lightly. She was a bit nervous yet anxious to see how it would feel to give him her blood. She smiled at what he said then at what he asked her. She nodded her head ever so gently as she spoke to him. “Yes, I’ll accept everything that you do to me or give to me.” She told him in a low whisper as she moved a bit closer to him.

She opened her eyes a bit more as Zaska sighed and pulled back from her some. She saw his frown, which made her smile a bit as if to tell him that everything was going to be alright and that he shouldn’t worry so much. She blushed a bit when Zaska seemed like he was going to try again. She exposed more of her neck to him, she smiled a bit as she looked at him while he moved her hand that held the knife within it and held it to his own neck. She closed her eyes some as she felt him lick her neck some before she felt him sink his fangs into her neck. She gasped a bit in pain from it but she started to relax as he started to drink her blood. She smiled and blushed more as she felt that it was very erotic and with her free hand, she started to caress his cheek. “I know why those women in your books like it when their lovers bite them and suck their blood now. It’s quite erotic, Zasky.” She told him in a whisper as she smiled.

He couldn't stop. He tried focusing on her voice, but his mind seemed as if it had shut down. His tongue itched more than ever as the thick liquid slipped down his throat. Barely able to swallow, more and more leaked from the holes his fangs caused. Some of the red dripped down his chin and then down his neck. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think; it was just pure survival. He felt as if all his life he had been starving. Zaska had even forgotten who the source of this blood was, or that he even had a life outside of this moment. He couldn't escape his own mind, thrashing against the instinct that told him to keep going. The threads of humanity snapped, fraying at the edges as he tried desperately to bring them together. He tried to feel the tip of the knife puncturing against his neck, but he felt like he was swimming in her blood.

Focusing hard, to pull himself away, he felt like he had to tear his own mind apart. If that was what it took... He felt like he was ripping his existence in half like shredded paper. The core of his being shifted and seemed to groan with the effort it took to slowly slide his teeth from her. He broke his eyes open a crack and light poured in, carrying reality. He gasped as if he was breathing for the first time and his equilibrium flipped sideways. Before Zaska could have conscious thought, he found himself flat on the bed in a complete daze. Barely getting a couple thoughts through at a time, he deducted his success. He was able to fight himself and win. A smile slid across his face and he stared at Sola through half-closed eyes that were glazed over. He felt like he had alcohol poisoning and could feel the pressure from it in his entire being. The smile somehow managed to reach his dulled eyes as he lay there completely limp. "How..."

Solange started to close her eyes more fully as he continued to drink blood from her neck. If she didn’t survive on her blood, she would let him drink it all. It felt that good to her. It started off as a borderline between pleasure and pain. But now all the pain has faded away. She didn’t see the way that her blood dripped onto his chin, then from his chin down his neck. At the moment, she could care less. But soon she started to feel a bit weak. She started to feel dizzy some as well as her limbs were starting to feel heavy. This was a sign that her body was trying to tell her. She was losing a bit too much blood. She should stop him soon.

She raised the knife some more against his neck. She was trying to stop him, though her whole body felt like lead now. She was panting a bit as she was getting drowsy now. She gasped when she felt his fangs start to leave her neck. She kept her eyes closed even when she felt her body fall to one of her sides. She starts to let go of the knife that she had in her hand. After a long while, she opened her eyes barely and looked to Zaska. She saw his smile and smiled back at him warmly. “See? Everything’s fine. I’m just a bit tired and weak, but at least you are better, Zasky.” She said with a smile as she looked at him with love within her eyes and her smile. She didn’t once move, not wanting to. “How did my blood taste Zasky? Was it better then the blood we usually steal for you?” She asked him with a smile. She truly wanted to know what he would say.

"'m going to die..." Zaska was able to murmur through this clouded mind. Grasping at reality, he tried to focus on her questions and remember them long enough to give an answer. "Yes..better. ..it tasted..." He blinked for the first time in too long and then shut his eyes, the smile fading. "...the best." He opened his deep gray eyes again and pushed himself from the bunched up quilt he had fallen on and to his knees, where he still held himself up with his arms, shaking slightly. In fact, his whole body was quivering with the effort it took to keep himself away from her. Long, black hair fell down from his back to the sides of his face, covering it from view. He was a monster. He knew this fact clearly now. He could kill people without feeling, steal huge amounts of money without regret, and now...Sola...he--he...!! Zaska felt his eyes dampen slightly, the shock bringing tears of hatred to his eyes--hatred of himself and what he had been turned into. One would think that after fifteen years he would have been accustomed to being an animal--if you would call it that, but that just proved how horrible alchemy was. He would suffer until the day he died. Struggling to see the brighter side of life like he used to, Zaska lifted his head and stared with a dead expression at her: the one that embodied the reason for his existence. For some strange reason he couldn't smile like he usually did, he couldn't summon enough emotion at all to cover what he had just done. It was as if he no longer could accept himself...not for what he had almost done to her. "If I hadn't been able to stop..."




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Sola blinked some in confusion at what he said before she smiled and chuckled some. “Oh no you won’t. You won’t leave me behind. You love me too much.” She said with a warm smile as she looked at him. She smiled a bit more as he answered her question about how her blood tasted to him. Her smile started to disappear as she saw his smile fade. She watched him silently and started to get worried some with what is happening to him. She saw him shake as he stayed in one spot. His hair was blocking her vies of his face, which made her worry even more for him. “Zasky?” She asked him as she started to slowly move. She rolled over onto her belly and started to crawl towards him on the bed. She was going to try and give him the comfort he obviously needed. “Zasky? Are you alright?” She asked him, a worried note in her tone as she had a worried expression on her face. She was closer to him by the time he looked up and stared at her. She shook her head at him some and moved to wrap her arms around him. She held him tightly to her as she placed her cheek against his. “Zasky, whatever you are thinking. Stop. You are not a monster, you can never be a monster to me. I love you too much to see anything but the one I fell in love with.” She said as she nuzzled his cheek some. She pulled back enough so her eyes can look deeply into his. “But you did. You did stop. You do have control over your actions. Never doubt yourself, you’re cocky remember?” She said with a smile as she brushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed the tears within his eyes away. “Silly man, I’m always here with you and by your side. You’re stuck with me.” She smiled at him again.

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He took a deep breath and buried his face in her chest, shutting his eyes. She was right. He wasn't acting like himself at all. Trying to ignore the smell of her blood, he whispered, "Right...you're right." Wrapping his arms tightly around her, his husky voice continued, "I just couldn't live without you." He smiled, his stained lips touching her skin. "And if I was the cause...I wouldn't be surprised..." His voice sounded so tired, so exhausted from fighting with himself that he was barely conscious. He knew she had to be drained too, and literally at that. Zaska lifted his head with a struggled movement and managed to reach over to the tissue box, pulling out enough to wipe the remaining blood from Sola's neck. It took too much mental energy not to lick the remnants off of her himself. Tossing the tainted tissues at the trash can and missing, Zaska ran a callused hand over his lips. Feeling the damp blood still there, he tried licking it off. The taste made his heart start hammering and his veins lurch in reply. He froze and closed his eyes in deep concentration. No. No. He took another deep breath and tugged her down into the bed with him, tucking the covers underneath her with care. There were no more traces of blood, but in the trash can now--thrown away. "My cocky self wants to tell you that I love you."



[Seemed like a good place to end. If you want to continue let me know, but I gots an idea for the next! -eager- A swindle that he needs Sola's help with.]

She smiled warmly at him as she felt him bury his face into her chest. When he did so, she hugged him closer to her and kissed the top of his head. “Of course I’m right. I am quite an intelligent woman after all. Also, I’m a woman so I am always right.” She said with a smile and a laugh. She was trying to cheer him up and make himself act like he usually does. She smiled some more as she heard what he said and she kissed his forehead again. “I know and I couldn’t live without you either. And you won’t be the cause for my death. Never think that okay? Or I’ll push you out into the sun so you can have a taste of some tough love.” She said with a wider smile as she chuckled some. She could hear how tired he was and he looked tired as well. She blinked some when he lifted his head from the comfort of her chest and grabbed a tissue. She smiled again when she felt him start to clean the blood from her neck. She watched him toss the tissue towards the trash can, but he missed his target. She shook her head some as he just left it there. Another mess of his that she will have to deal with later, when she had the strength to do so. She looked back to him before he tugged her down into the bed with him. “Ah!” She yelped out of surprise when he did so but then she giggled a bit. She cuddled closer to him even as he tucked the covers under her with care. “Hehe. I love you too.” She told him with a smile as she kissed him before she yawned and closed her eyes as she went back to sleep, cuddled and snuggled up with him.

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