Glass Hearted RP (BeauteousDeathX FallenReaper)

[BeauteousDeath]

She had felt the fool when she realized he had noticed how chilled she still was. Now she just hoped she hadn't made him feel guilty in how she had tried to make sure that he was taken care of first. After he threw the blanket from her sofa over her shoulders, she clutched the ends and pulled them closer together and gave him a small appreciative smile. Then she noticed how he was looking at her. It frightened her. Her heart started racing and pounding, her breath hitched as he rubbed his hands on her shoulders, she wanted to take a step back from him, but fear stopped her. She didn't understand what was was happening to her.

His arms pressed onto hers and she was frozen. “This may hurt if you don't relax, but I will try to be gentle,” she heard him say. She didn't relax, she couldn't, and it hurt like... well, hell. When his teeth sank into her neck, breaking the skin she gasped and cried out sharply in pain. Too much in shock to try to get away, at least at first. A sob escaped her lips as she tried to move away, only to feel his arms wrap around her, holding her against him securely.

After a few moments of struggling, Dana started to feel too weak, even then she tried to struggle against him, though it was very weak. Soon though, she couldn't force her muscles to obey her. Tired, she was so sleepy. She felt impossibly cold, and numb. In the dim recesses of her fading consciousness, she realized how foolish she'd been, and that he was a nightmarish creature from any number of books she used to read behind the backs of her parents. Books she read without their strict approval. A weak chuckle bubbled in her throat as she thought, with irony, that it may have been a good thing she did that. Otherwise, she wouldn't have realized that she was dying tonight.

She had fallen limp in his arms moments ago, and now she was almost as still as death. He hadn't drained her yet, but the cold, the exertion, not having had anything to eat since that morning, and now the blood loss, it all took its toll on her, and she lost all consciousness. Possibly sooner than most, would have.

[Fallenreaper]

The pain…he could only imagine could be the very hell on earth. Who would allow him to stab thought their flesh with blade like teeth, the undeniable sensation of death itself? Thankfully only his victims suffered its harsh sting, Abel was a born vampire not a forced one. As gentle as he tried to make it, her struggles made harder than necessary to say the least. If he was still young and foolish than her life would have ended in a brief snap as his meal came to a close. That was another time in his life, one he would wish to not bother with. At the moment his thirst subdued and one less war ongoing in his head made the next task much simpler: getting her into bed. Still his natural instincts didn’t just calmly obey him. With the carefulness foreign to a monster, he gently laid her across the bed and slowly clicked the door shut. There seem to be no windows in the bedroom so the only way out was though the living room giving him ample time to caught her. She would be passed out from the loss of blood, Dana’s weak pulse worried him only mildly.


There was something he never counted on in this… his addiction to the taste of her blood. It reminded him of pepper schnapps but this he could keep down, even live until the day her life span ended. Abel easily made it to the kitchen, unworried of her awakening to escape any time soon. Abel walked into the kitchen; the weight of his action bothered him not, and glanced on the phone on the counter. It was plain and white, not like the antique phone he owned but presented little problems. Recalling Ricardo’s from the numerous times he had called, the vampire waited with his thick arm braced against the table. It had been a while since he last ordered the special; this would delight and bring forth a load of question from the both of them. The trip down memory lane was broken by a welcomed voice that answered full of perk and enjoyment.


“Hello, Ricardo’s Fine Dining and Timeless Gifts how may I help you today?”

“It’s Abel…” the two words he uttered caused Ricardo to nearly drop his line,” I need a very special dinner for two and a desperate change of clothes from my apartment villa.”

“Abel? You need what and…CLOTHES?” of course he would notice that detail the best and it forced Abel to get serious.

“Look I will explain to your boyfriend Lorenzo when he gets here,” that ended the topic as far as Abel was concerned,” May I please order a large meal for two, and a new set of clothes? Place on my tab…”

When it was all said and done, Lorenzo was already on his way with the items and of course to get the details on Abel’s current situation. The only thing left was to wait until he arrived. Abel shifted the phone back on the hook; his right hand rubbed the back of his tensed neck as he turned to the bedroom. The man gripped the coat in one hand, still damp and dripped with rain, to place outside on the door handle. His feet soundless crept while his hand reached everywhere to switch off all lights- saved for the bedroom bath. The darkness sometimes keep his prisoners mentally chained to an area, the unknown location of their attacker helped this. Still his thoughts drove him to look at her, his attention focused into the whys her blood caused him excitement. Pale fingers rubbed the endless copper curls, his breath slowed without a proper train of mind to pace it. She amused him in so many ways, it was ironic that all he had to do was look for the flaws to find what the pleasure he never realized he lacked.


The door was soon abused from rapid and unrelenting knocks on the other side. Abel lifted with his strong legs, his balance reposition to cross the living room in a few bounds. Twisted the knob, he wrenched the white door open. Before this powerful vampire was a man, taller by at least half an inch with no overly built muscles and blonde hair. The fellow vampire’s blue eyes looked Abel up and down, sized up what he saw still clutching a brown wrapped packet in his thin hands. Unbothered by Lorenzo’s thrilled look, he took the parcel and stepped aside to invite the man in. It was a tiny gesture of respect, even if it wasn’t his home.

“I hope you like the red cashmere suit with a black tie,” the voice was deep and thick with flirt,” Anyway where’s the delightful morsel you have now?”

Hands folded, he glanced around with a sheet white face at his surroundings. If it wasn’t for the fact Abel blocked the only exit, he truly believed the man was mere seconds from running down the street with a shriek. The moment was priceless to Abel. This man had severed heads, broken bones, and sliced men into pieces but the thing that scared him was Dana’s decoration. A chuckle escaped his mouth as he patted his friend’s shoulder. Uncertain of the joke, Lorenzo simply smiled with it.

“I am going to get dress. I will explain while I do this.”

“Ricardo told me you don’t wear… Oh it is true!”

The story told and huge effort to keep the man from staying, a true romantic with a lust greater then Abel’s hunger, added the feel of years on. Dana should be waking soon, the food still hot in its carrier grasped by his unyielding hand. The smell of roasted lamb leg in thick brown gravy, coupled by many different vegetables, rose about in heavy steam caused hunger to anyone near enough to smell. Over the main course were two big helpings of pasta, tossed with a little white wine sauce and broccoli. Fresh warm bread sticks peeked out of the snowy plastic bag. He placed the food on the floor not one to chance that she might push the food into the carpet, in anger or by accident. Her blood still had its warm hold over him and so the only danger was his desire to see her body in its purest form.


Years of evolution had yet to overcome the prime factor in every male, and female all over the world. Why was her that causes this, he can have any number of gorgeous females. It was true but none would ever allow themselves to be flawed and it was that which attracted him alone. Or at least that was what he tried to convince himself it was. Abel kept the food in place before he drag a stool hidden under the sink, one leg crossed over the other and hands clutched together in front. He watched from the dark as the food wafted up to her, darted eyes vainly looked for signs of life once more. When/if she saw him, Abe would resemble a mobster full of patience on a wish to be spoken.

[BeauteousDeath]

It took Dana longer than what was possibly considered usual, to wake up. When she did she felt so weak and clouded. It felt as though her mind was wrapped in cotton, many layers of it actually. That was the first thing she noticed. The next was the dried mouth feel, she tried to produce saliva just to moisten the inside of her mouth, but she couldn't, so she decided to go get a drink of water. In order to do that, she needed to sit up. Once she did, she placed a hand over the side of her neck, the tenderness there reminded her of what happened. Emerald eyes flew open as she looked around her darkened room. She threw her legs over her bed and stood, quickly catching herself against her dresser when she grew so dizzy she thought she was going to fall, when she caught herself, her slight weight caused the dresser to thump hard against the wall. She just stood there, waiting for the dizziness to wear off.

Once she felt safe enough to move she went into her bathroom and promptly locked herself in there. She was sure he was still in her apartment, and she had no clue how to get out. She was scared of him. Definitely. Nor did she wish to go through that pain again. She turned the water on in her sink and splashed water upon her clammy face, then cupped her hands under the sink and drank. Her parched mouth now relieved, she took a washcloth from the only drawer in the bathroom and soaked it with the cold water, squeezed the excess out and pressed the now damp cloth to the side of her neck where he bit her. Vampire? No. They were stories concocted back who knows when exactly, to ward off straying spouses, and other amoral people. They couldn't possibly be real. Except all she had to do was look in the mirror and see her too pale reflection. When she removed the cloth from her neck, she saw the two perfect tiny puncture wounds. So small, yet so painful.

Her jeans were now more damp than anything, but she was cold from not only her 'stroll' in the pouring rain earlier, but also from fear. She leaned up against the wall in her tiny bathroom and slid down to lower herself on the floor. Once there, she raised her knees up to her fairly well endowed bosom, and wrapped her arms around them, as she also pressed her forehead to her knees, breathing in deep and slow. Or she tried to anyway. In the end, all that came out was sobbing.

[Fallenreaper]

Abel regretted letting Lorenzo leave now, Dana looked pale stuck on auto automatic made her way to the bathroom. Never once did he bother to speak, her body pasted him sitting in the dark. Her eyes were finally opened to the dangerous creature this little lamb had unwittingly invited in. It took great strength to fight the ever present need of her scent and want to bleed her again. This time the want of her red liquid fire was no more than a tasteful option, nothing more than a gentle gnawing at him. The whack of the dress made him precede upwards, not a sound with his animal grace, only slow even to allow her into the bathroom. The woman’s- Dana’s- mind would be clouded and disorientated… a minor side effect in only a mild description. In honesty, it was much worse than Abel cared to realize. Still this wasn’t uncommon to any of his previous prey, a less violent reaction which pleased him more so. The moments raced not like seconds but hours in the cover of darkness, the food forgotten beside her bed despite its fragrance courtesy.

Only then the click of the bathroom lock made him free to move. The act of ignoring Lorenzo’s gift would have made the poor cry, a trait often laughed on by most somber vampires, but the action merely meant she needed time. Abel was excellent at manipulation, hunting, and even studying a person’s behavior since he had centuries to improve to perfection. His little lamb was a sheltered, her actions not bright or violent, and kind because an offer to host him a place to stay. The apartment lost something, the thing was lost on him, but it wasn’t time to ponder on it yet. The food forgotten by her, the man knew one thing was true and its cold reality would cost Dana her life: her needs were the first step.

Abel made sure she knew exactly where he was, his mind fixed on making Dana his so any chance to escape was minimal. It was too precious to risk another draining dry. On route to the bathroom door, he flipped the bedroom light on. The pale light blinded his eyes causing them to blink for a few moments, the pale light only illumined the bedroom feebly but he loathed the idea of dragging items about her small apartment. Meals had long ago lost their vaporous grip, not that he didn’t find it delightful to bask in it. The plate became shifted, its cheap plastic feel in one hand and his other made a sharp pound upon the door to draw her focus.

“You have to eat, especially since it is clear you are lacking strength. Please, I will leave the food at the side of the doorway… and here’s a thought you may want to ponder: whether you want to live or escape, both of them require food either way. I will be on the other side of the room, my dear I advised you to take it for whatever reason you want and listen to me though the door.”

His voice was even, it surprised even him at how gentle and earnest it sounded. The wood beneath the carpet sagged at each foot step; a loud creak announced his retreat to the room’s side and his word unbroken. Abel leaned against the wall and followed it down in a defeated posture. He failed to realize it was the same one from which she found him. If this didn’t work, then he feared a more drastic ploy was required, one which could get very violent indeed. Only his last option was to call Lorenzo and Ricardo for aid even though the very mental mention of it made his skin crawl… they tended to side with more with his victims than him.

[BeauteousDeath]

Dana continued sitting on the bathroom floor, trying to stop her sobbing by taking in deep, gasping breaths of air. She heard him knock and flinched violently away from the door, a whimpering cry escaped her lips before she knew it was even there. She heard him say something about food and living or escaping. The thought of food right now made her stomach turn itself inside out, the smell of it made her dry heave. Using the rim of the bathtub to stand, she pushed herself up, and leaned against the wall again on wobbly legs, slowly she made her way back to the sink and turned the water on, trying to hold herself up by bracing her arms on the rim of the sink. She splashed water on her face again and pushed back her wealth of copper curls from her face. She looked like a dead woman walking who didn't realize it. She let out a bitter laugh that quickly turned into a sob at the thought.

She stood there for a few moments, decision time. She knew she needed to eat, though the idea made her want to dry heave again. She also knew, if she stepped out of the bathroom, she'd have to face him again. That thought caused her to shake violently and she collapsed onto the bathroom floor again. So dizzy, fatigued, and nauseous, that was how she felt. Her mind wasn't much clearer than it was when she first regained consciousness, but it was tiny bit clearer. “No,” she said from the bathroom floor, lying on it, her legs curved behind her, one arm draped over her slender waist, the other bent to lay her right hand by her head, her curls spread on the bathroom floor, she suddenly found it difficult to move. She felt numb, and cold, tired and plain sick.

She said 'No,' to herself really, no to just laying there, a perfect doll for him to use as he wished. Though she was sure that would be the case even if she had been able to move. That would be the case until she found a way to escape from him. She tried to move, to at least roll herself over, but she couldn't. Her muscles wouldn't obey her, and her vision was dimming again. Moments later she lost consciousness again, laying on the bathroom floor, still in cold, wet clothing.

[Fallenreaper]

“Shit… Dana?” he heard weak words of no... Her last word weaker than the first choked out. The image of her propped up a dead thing startled him, for some odd twist of faith all his mind did in the beginning was focus on why she attracted: the way her curls flowed with the copper, her blood warm in giving him life, the lust to make her dance beneath him, and of course… that she was flawed in ways that pumped existence into his bored heart. He wrenched the phone off the hook, nearly broke it off in his haste, the only number in his frenzied mind. The anxiety resisted his vain effort to shove it away in favor of clear thinking.


“Hello, Ricardo’s Fine dini…,” the words were cut off in Abel’s usual urgent voice, his impatience with formatives as he spoke.

“I need you and Lorenzo here now, bring some IVs and other such. I seem to made a mess once more,” the receiver clicked Abel was soon roughly shoving silverware about, a butter knife in hand as he made his way to the hinges.

The white paint came off easily; it took minutes to pull the bolts loose. Each wasted time became a driver lashed at his control. The plate was kicked to the side, now completely forgotten in his way to Dana. This had happened too few of times for him to consider it happening, her stomach most have been empty since the morning and once he scorned himself for being too involved with his own needs to think of the risk to his meal. A sharp rattle of the locked knob forced Abel to halt his process, one pin off and discarded while another held firm against his entry. His worry was certain with a frown, his eyes hard and determined like a knight even with his reputation when the door opened.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you looked like a Knight from the Arthurian era in mobster style,” Lorenzo’s bluntest lack of respect for the danger about earned him Abel’s sharp tongue. The man’s eyes pleased with his choice of clothing for Abel. The response was only stopped by a glare for silence from his lover Ricardo who knew this side of his Lorenzo all too well.

“What happened NOW?” his short stature only came up to Abel’s chest, his short black hair covered by a wide brimmed hat,” There has to be a reason we left a hot steaming bath together to come all the way out here to this backwater apartment.”

The man’s words were harsh and rightly deserved much to Abel’s dismay, “I underestimated Dana’s weak body… Currently she is locked in the bathroom and I am trying to get to her.”

Lorenzo’s lips gasped, his mind was no doubt stuck in love mode and envisioning some affectionate scene between him and this mystery woman. Ricardo on the other hand was much more gruff and private about such matters. Still his help was proudly offered, his heart not completely dead to the thought itself which spoke worlds about why he and Lorenzo were together. The smaller vampire walked his way to the door; his leather boots crumpled the remnants of the paint into the floor. Abel followed him like a shadow while Lorenzo nick picked at the shabby bed behind him. The discomfort about the décor was still there. Abel was about to hand off his man made lever until Ricardo slipped his hands beneath the door crack.

“Now work the bolt ever slowly, Lorenzo please get the IVs ready. This poor woman will be frighten and scared,” his breath grunted with the strain of the door as he turned his voice to Dana,” Madame, we are coming to get so remind calm is there anything you need? Emergency medical attention?”


With a small shuck sound, the blot released its iron grip at last. Abel stood back to allow Ricardo to move into, staying out of sight as his mind finally turned cold. The news of her being dead, that was what he was waiting on and then he would move on like he always did. Her gentle flashed across his mind with no guilt, Mother Nature finally won out all because this woman had a high instinct to with draw. Ricardo gripped the woman gently, ensuring to support her head with the deep coppery locks contrast with his black gloves. She was light, nothing abnormal with humans compared with vampire’s strength and thankfully she couldn’t feel him though the rain trench coat he wore. Ricardo placed her weaken body on the bed, his whispers of soothing comments into her ear. Lorenzo had finished setting up the home IV tapped the drip, any clog or rush of the compound would be terrible, before the blonde man placed it into a vein. Ricardo was ready to restrain her if she struggled against the needle, but he doubted she would be able as weak as she was.

The whole played out, Abel just watched knew her eyes displayed the natural fear developed from encounters from his kind. The most terrible thing was he felt no upset emotions, those fled long ago replaced by a small grin at her still pumping heart. His little lamb scared him but now he must face Ricardo. The man drew another needle, something to only relax her from yanking off the cord and make a run for the door. In truth Ricardo believed it would have been for the best if she did so, saving them all the trouble.

“Lorenzo watch the lovey chickadee, she has been through hell enough today. Abel and I must talk…” his tone was serious as he gripped Abel’s shoulder and led him to a room where their conversation would not disturb Dana.

[BeauteousDeath]

Dana was unconscious the entire time Abel was working to get the door down. Still unconscious when the cavalry came to help him. Once Ricardo started picking her up however, she started to stir, her muscles still refused to obey her command of moving it in a vain attempt to move him away, all that she was able to manage was a low, weak sounding moan and a twitch of her hand. The room spun around as she was laid upon her bed and she started feeling pricks, dimly she realized it was needles and her emerald green eyes fluttered open to see two more men standing over her, hooking her up to an IV and another giving her something from a syringe. 'Oh dear Lord, what is happening now?, she wondered to herself, another weak moan sounded from her throat in an attempt to ask. Then she heard it was something to help keep her calm.

Once Abel and one of the other men left her room, she managed to slowly turn her head to where the other sat, beside her and she shivered violently, “C-co-cold,” she stammered out in a whispered voice. Finally she managed a sound other than a moan to escape her throat and lips, but she was looking at the man left in the room with her. Her eyes filled with fear and questions, but she couldn't put to words to what was going through her mind, she was too weak still, too tired. After a few moments, she let her eyes close again, wishing this would all end soon, the terror, the nightmare, the extreme fatigue, the dizziness, the nausea. She didn't fall asleep, it was just the light in her own room was too bright, it hurt her eyes, and she wanted to simply block everything out that was happening to her.

[Fallenreaper]

Lorenzo was very… Ricardo best described him as unusual. The man was perfectly spoiled so he never understood the fuss over a human; the human had too short of lives for him to even bother. He shifted his long hair to one side, his baby blues examined the plain human his beloved placed on the bed. There was little flash, less than common placed features to make Lorenzo excited about this woman. Besides she wasn’t his type. All this for a small human, in truth he expected Abel’s taste in ladies to reflect his nature: dark and mysterious… this Dana was as close as that as Barney being a man eater. Impossible things were wishful thinking but nothing more than smoke in the hands. The mention of hands made a dirty thought of Ricardo’s caressing hands across his own naked spine, the moment spoiled by a feeble please to rush over here. Lorenzo hated being pushed from his lustful pleasures, and more than once thought about tossing naked Abel into a bar full of vampires bounded like Christmas goose.

Dana’s stammering the evidence of Abel’s brutality and lack of control over his lust from his days as a Roman slave. Those were fun, a wild nights of mature entertainment with other men but those nights of wild passion was long gone before Ricardo’s time. Speaking of which, Lorenzo knew Abel was having his ass tore from beneath him right now. Pity. The human had started to run cold, her words weak and frighten at his presence. Sigh, this love story would never get off the ground at this rate… The man’s hair caught the light, making it turn almost platinum in the unflattering glow. He was lanky and wiry built didn’t sit right in the stool, it was clear it was anything but comfortable. He planned to ask Ricardo if he wouldn’t mind taking the small matching chair into the room, surely there was space. With great effort but the common grace of a killer, the man gently as possible pulled the blankets from under her. He moved her limps closer to her body, careful not to touch where to make her jerk and then wrapped the thick blanket tight enough to trap the warmed. All the time cooed like a mother to a frighten child.

“Hush, Tonight sleep to feel better, and tomorrow you can decide if you want to see Abel or not. If not than we will keep him away until you are. You are truly safe…” Lorenzo noticed the lamp could be keeping her awake as his thin hand flipped the switch. The gentle drip was the only sound as he took the stool with him.

Darkness flooded where light was absent. Without another word and staying where she could easily see him leave, the vampire gilded out into the living with the door letting a small creak into the room. It was far from Dana’s face so she could sleep peacefully. The night would carry on uneventfully while they talked quiet, if Dana chose to listen then it was easily heard.

The physical fight was over, luckily it was mainly to Ricardo restrain that Abel wasn’t on the floor nearly beaten to death. Still the man’s moustache twitched with some rage it looked like a living thing. Often Abel thought the character Lugie’s face was based around Ricardo’s own with the only difference was his face being slightly sharper. The thought died as the battle began, each man opposite one another paced about sizing the other up. Lorenzo stayed near the door, moving only to sit upon the chair. If blood was involved, the young man was there to stop it.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Ricardo pounced the first verbal jab at Abel, his dark eyes mad as a wolf defending his turf.

“I was enjoying myself. Her skin, her blood, and…she drew me in. What I am supposed to do?” Abel still cold and calmed in his voice,” I just didn’t realize she was this fragile that’s all. I underestimated her.”

“I meant not killing her, it would have been a mercy compared to her state now. It is unlikely she will forget, let alone not stake us when she does get a chance. You either finish what you started or I will.”

“Touch her and I warn you the hounds of the underworld will seem like nothing compared to me…”

“Really, Abel you could? What makes this… meal so special? That you would threaten me?”

“Both of you stop it. Ricardo, my love, Abel seems to have a heart for this… Dana wasn’t it? Let the poor thing be, she is scared and confused. All she needs it time as well as the truth about us.” The man made his way easily to his lover’s side locked him in a kiss preventing farther quarreling.


Knowing the fight with Lorenzo was pointless, his shoulder hunched down and his arms wrapped about the blonde’s waist in a closer embrace. Finally he nodded clearly. Lorenzo practically jumped into the air with a gleeful clap of his hands. Almost at the same time he pressed his fingers to his lips, hissing to be quiet at Ricardo. A single eyebrow rose on the man’s face at this. Abel shook his head at the love the two shared, a deep one. With the fighting stopped the brown haired vampire held out his hand, a gesture often followed by a well ended fight. While the two shook hands, the sound of the fridge opened flowed by the Lorenzo’s unmistakable voice. The remark had both men rolling with laughter, the night would end with the single wail.

“EEEEKKK, does she have no sense of taste!”

[BeauteousDeath]

Dana was finally starting to become warm shortly after the stranger with the platinum hair covered her with her blankets. Her shivering slowly came to a halt, and she started to drift off into sleep. Only vaguely hearing what the others were saying outside. It sounded as though Abel's cavalry were reprimanding him. Oh great, she thought to herself when she heard one of them say she should have been killed instead of being left in the current state she was in. She had to disagree with that, but was too tired to pipe up her own opinion. Slowly, slowly she faded back into unconsciousness. The last thing she heard was from the man with the platinum hair, saying something about Abel having a heart for her, before she fell back to sleep. Her pale skin was still too pale for normal, her lips were no longer a shade of blue though, so at least there was small sign of improvement.

The next night she opened bleary emerald eyes and looked around. She saw she was still hooked up to an IV, and covered up to her neck in her bed covers, but that she was also dressed in the same clothes from yesterday. Slowly she pushed the covers off herself, and sat up, only to lay back down again as she became incredibly dizzy. Her stomach growled in protest at her not eating in over twenty four hours now, her head pounded with a vengeance, at least her mouth wasn't a dry, though she was thirsty, and she knew she wasn't alone, she slowly scooted herself to a sitting position on her bed and looked around for Abel, or the cavalry he'd brought in... when was it? She looked over to her clock on the night stand from the opposite side of the bed her dresser was on, and blinked when she saw the time, ten pm? That couldn't be right, could it? It was Ten o’clock in the evening when she left the university and before she'd met Abel.

But ten o’clock it was. She'd been asleep for close to an entire day! She still felt incredibly weak, and dizzy if she tried to move too much, but at least now she felt up to eating something. The idea didn't make her nauseous as it had before, instead, the idea of food made her stomach growl louder, it was actually quite painful, she pushed the rest of the covers off herself and started trying to swing her legs to the side of the bed. Success! She smiled at that small triumph, but then foolishly decided to try to stand on them, only to fall to the floor with an muffled “Oomph,” to escape her lips. She took in a few deep breathes, placed her hands under her shoulders and pushed herself up to a sitting position and leaned up against the bed. Shaking hands pushed back her copper curls from her face as she let her head fall back on the mattress.

[Fallenreaper]

Lorenzo was the first to realize she was up, Abel was sleeping propped up on the far wall and Ricardo continued his cute loud snores lay eagle style upon the couch. The blonde had gotten up a few times to change the IV bag and check the drip, his lover did sometime relieve Lorenzo of his duty. The whole affair with Dana’s choice of food was promptly fixed with complete and sanitation clearing everything out leaving the large white giant nothing more than wasted space. To rid him of boredom, one of his favorite vessels- a broad African American that brought a sigh of envy to any sex driven woman! - brought a wide selection of the basics: numbers to fine home food delivers, fashion-gossip magazines, clothes for the present company, and of course a few bottles of blood from 1862 preserved with few selected chemicals laced with lime juice. Not wanting to miss a nice prospect to talk with Abel’s “lovely heart” he snatch a silver platter tray filled with goodies: stuffed breakfast mushrooms, a nice well done steak with bacon crumble over top, one glass with organic whole milk and the other with freshly squeezed orange juice with a bit of peach, large bowl of a wide variety of small fruits, and wheat toast melted with sweet whole butter. It was meager and small offering but at the last minute what else could she expect?


Poor thing was starved especially with the food she kept. Who in their right mind ate baloney anymore? Terrible… he opened to door to see Dana plop back down to bed; oomph from her little lips stated to him what she clearly failed to win at. It took only moments and Lorenzo was anchored at her side with the tray of food. Mixing aromas still brought a spark of delight to his slightly small nose while he placed it at her lap. The lithe man proceeded to lift her up to into a sitting position, his other hand worked on placing a new outfit on the bed beside her. The outfit was from New York, a recent style with a rose pattern on the upper torso and string adjusted beneath the breast line. It then draped off into lose folding middle. It worked well to hide love handles and much more unsightly qualities. The sleeve mimicked the mid-drift with the one side long enough to cover her hand. The pants were black dress jeans with a belt studded by small diamond boarders. The final touches were choice of equally fashionable items: a black tall pair of high heel narrow toe woman’s boots, and a high end matching color pair of reebok sneakers. The female boots was his favorite, but of course he couldn’t wear them and wasn’t sure if she could.


“Eat, please you are much starved. I know this because it tends to happen to Ricardo and me after indulging ourselves in a little… adult fun.” Lorenzo picks at his polo shirt of deep sea blue before leaning on the side of the bed,” Unless you want a certain someone to feed you?”


He was planning on asking her if she wanted Abel around at all. Ricardo suggested they pitch in for Abel’s stay at a hotel until Dana was in better health, but of course this would only defeat the purpose to unite them. That wasn’t going to happen in Lorenzo’s mind. Another reason for the question was survey her emotions about her recent attacker and how strong these were. If she pushed out of her seat or ran for the exit, Lorenzo simply would stop her. There was no need to bother the other and with her last round at gravity a bust, the man was sure it would be some time before she could even walk to the door.


“Please don’t be alarmed. I’m really harmless… unless you’re badly made curtains or a fridge in need of serious renovation. Speaking of which, I would enjoy it if you let me offer to take you shopping in a few days. Everything should fit perfectly, I am a really great judge of sizes. Ricardo, my true hot little lover and nature’s finest sculpture, says you should be out and about in a few days. With your new health, new threads are required.” He grinned, his eyes unthreatening yet gitty as he patiently waited for Abel’s Dana to speak.