FREEDOM! (Dimitri)

[Patience Young]

Slender, pale fingers shoved up the window to her room as she looked around, looking down she thought for a moment and she pulled her shoes off. The dress she wore was simple, without a corset - she was comfortable, and she was leaving. Her hands reached out, she felt a thick branch in her hands and she climbed out of the window into the tree.

She climbed down slowly, careful of her dress she dropped finally into the grass with a light "Oof" feet padded along as she looked around carefully, she cringed.

"PATIENCE!!!" Oh geeze, she heard Tillie from the room she slept in at school, in one fluid movement, Patience took off, rounding the corner just as Tillie's head stuck out the window. Patience ran with no direction in mind, she'd only been here a few months - and yet she was even more miserable here, than at home.

There were no stories, there was no leniency, no free time. She was expected to eat properly, to wear dresses and shoes with heals. She was expected to wear those god-forsaken corsets. She never got the purpose of those.

Sure, they made your waist smaller, but they also constricted your breathing. She'd passed out many times from them, and yet now as she ran, hands holding her dress out of the way of her bare feet as they pushed through the blades of grass. She heard Tillie's voice in pursuit.

"PATIENCE, NOW YOU KNOW 'YO FATHAH'S GONNA BE VERY UPSET!" the creole accent coming through strongly in the black woman that looked after Patience for her parents. Patience eyes flicked, this way and that. She saw a blessed sign.

"Devil's Hollow Park" it read, she stopped and turned into the park, sprinting into the grass, into a small thicket of trees, she stopped, catching herself on a tree trunk and slipping around it, a flash of golden hair, and the slender girl was hidden perfectly among the brush.

"Lord Above, PATIENCE!" Tillie's voice wained as she passed the park. Patience had run so hard, she could hear her pulse in her ears, she tried to calm her breathing as she leaned her head down, curls bouncing around her face, obscuring it.

[Dimitri Chevalier]

Eyes flickered faintly as he breathed deeply. The breathing of an innocent. So sweet, so pure, so intoxicating. Hunger clawed at him, but he tried so desperately to ignore it. Licking his lips, he closed his eyes for a brief moment. It would be so easy to take advantage, to take what he needed, to have his way with her, and he was so far beyond temptation. He wandered slowly towards the girl, offering her a small smile.

"Désolé de vous effrayer à une telle heure, mais je suis plutôt solitaire. Serait l'esprit m'aider avec quelque chose?" He murmured faintly like a forbidden lover, offering his palms so that the pallid flesh faced her. He could admit she was gorgeous and that only made the fire in his stomach grow. His words were spoken in French, his native language. Lifting his hand, he tenderly ran the back of her fingers along her cheek. The touch alone sent a spark of electricity moving through him.

He kept quiet, slowly lowering his hand. He feared scaring her off. He hated the thought because it meant he would have to give chase. More importantly, it meant hurting the girl and it was bad enough he would have to feed from her. Nothing was stopping him from being slow, steady, and gentle around her. He tilted his head, allowing his hazel eyes to gaze into hers. Another twinge of desire, and he was doing all he could do to simply maintain control.

He couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with him. Maybe he was insane. One could argue that he had been proven insane long before now. Eyes flickered as he tried to imagine what it would be like to let loose and brush his lips along hers in the tenderest of touches. Such an intriguing effect the girl had on him. He wanted to shelter her, to protect him, to hold her close, and to have his way with her after she had consented to him and not the beast that lay within. He could only imagine what it would be like to simply act as if he was happy or rather act as if he was.

Translation:
Sorry to frighten you at such an hour, but I'm rather lonely. Would you mind helping me with something?

[Patience Young]

Patience's chest rose and fell, after Tillie's voice disappeared, she let herself relax, pale lids closed over those unique hues as she wrapped her arms around herself, she had a stitch. It disappeared soon after it came though, her head snapped up. Golden curls framing a slender face as her eyes looked towards the newcomer.

"Eh... Oui, comment puis-je vous aider?" she said, after a hesitant moment, her face moved just a little, an unconscious I movement - away from the approaching hand. Though she did let it touch, on some level, it must have been a law of nature. Something about the man scared her. But she was intrigued all at the same time. She quietly let her eyes drift to look into his, she felt the touch leave.

The faintest hint of a smile played at the edges of her lips - just a shade or two darker than her already clear, pale skin. She didn't run, though on some level, she knew she should. Again, the laws of nature. Predator and Prey. Vampire and Human, she didn't know that though. In fact, she hadn't heard stories of the vampires, and if she had, she'd thought they were just all stories that parents told their children to get them to go to bed.

She took a slow breath, finally she'd stopped breathing like she'd rung a mile and smiled a little, she still leaned against the tree. And without realizing, She opened her mouth, introducing herself.

"Mon nom est Patience..." English was her second language, growing up as the daughter to two French nobles who had willingly moved to New Orleans, she was required to learn French first.

Translation -

Phrase 1 - Yes, How can I help you?
phrase 2 - My Name is Patience

[Dimitri Chevalier]

"Mon nom est Dimitri. Et plutôt que de vous dire ce que je veux, je vais vous montrer." His voice was rather gruff as he spoke in his native tongue but her speaking French only aroused him all the more. His strong arms wrapped gently around her to hold her steady as he continued to gaze into her eyes. He hated himself for doing something so dirty, but he needed a little something before he went off the wall. Beyond the fact his arms wrapped around her waist, he did nothing else. If he frightened her, he had just enough self-control to let go.

His hazel eyes twinkled briefly but for the most part, he was a good boy. There were subtle hints that he wanted things from her that went beyond whatever it was that he implied. The thought of taking advantage in such a public place only made him want her more. Possessive was probably a term that could be used by the time he was done. As the arousal grew, he mumbled an apology as he lowered his head to brush his lips lightly along hers. He could have been like many other vampires, but he forced himself to go slow so that the human enjoyed it as much as he did. It was his way of keeping them willing and wanting the inner leech.

Translation:
My name is Dimitri. And rather than tell you what I want, I'll show you.

[Patience Young]

Patience's eyes never left his; it was on some level for her enchanting. This was every girls dream, right? Some handsom guy sweeping her off her feet; and he seemed everything her father disliked. And like any daughter, it made Patience like him more. Eyes flicked towards his lips - the words catching her off guard, just as much as his arms had. And yet, she still didn't run. Her breath caught just slightly though, and she had to try quite hard to get her next words out. And even though she did, they were flustered words.

"Enchanté de vous rencontrer, monsieur..." she whispered, stumbling slightly over the words just a little. She was nervous, flustered. And growing quite pink along her cheek bones. Her hands had stayed put from when he'd wrapped his arms around her first, right on the front of his shoulders. She heard his apology, and begun to speak in a small tone only to be caught off guard yet again.

"Pour Qu--" her voice was cut off as she felt herself frozen for a moment she couldn't move, she shivered a little as she felt the touch of his lips against hers. Indeed she was a free spirit; and defied her parents in most things. But she'd never even actually been kissed - despite many a suitor trying.

Patience found herself wanting to kiss him, but she restrained. Pulling back slightly, she didn't make an escape from his arms but turned her burning face downwards. She should hit him. She should yell for help, she knew that if she stayed, something about her life would change. She didn't know what - but she knew it had the potential to turn her entire world upside down.

"Je suis désolé. J-Je ne sais pas si je peux vous a-aider" her voice was unsteady, and though her mind wanted it, she wasn't sure - she was frightened. But not to the point of bolting, no. She was still around. Granted she didn't look at him directly anymore. Her head down still, golden curls hiding the red hues her face had taken.

Translation:
Pleased to meet you, sir.

For wha-

I'm sorry, I'm not sure that I can help you.

[Dimitri Chevalier]

Out of respect, or rather annoyance, he dropped his arms from around her waist. "Encore une fois, je suis tout à fait désolé. Quelque chose...vint au-dessus de moi. J'espère que vous pouvez me pardonner." He rasped, hoping he hadn't scared her off just yet. If there was even a chance he could still have her as his, he would take it without hesitation. Ah then the downside came, instinct had taken over.

Fingers threaded lightly through her hair as he gently pulled her head back. As his head lowered, his fangs slowly extended. Without further hesitation, his fangs slid slowly into her flesh as his arms wrapped around her waist. The first swallow of the crimson liquid that flowed heavily through her veins was a rush and nearly sent him over the edge, but he paced himself. His hands pulled her against him as he continued to drink. Ecstasy raced through him as he tried his best not to undress her and lay her on the ground. He couldn't help himself.

Hazel eyes closed as a quiet noise of pleasure bubbled forth in his throat. She tasted amazing and his mind kept wandering as he tried to imagine her nude in his bed, doing all but begging him to join her. Ah, the crude way his thoughts were working, he couldn't help the fact his fingers were slowly undoing her dress. Would she hate him? As much as he hated the thought, she probably would. Shoulders rolled beneath the tight fabric of his shirt as he reluctantly pulled his head away from her neck before groaning and looking into her eyes with a pleading expression. "..Je t'aime..be mine?"

Translation:
Again, I am quite sorry. Something..came over me. I hope that you can forgive me.
I love you.

[Patience Young]

Patience felt his arms drop from her form and she quietly stood there. She mentally tried to tell her legs to move, and yet for the time being, if felt as if they were lead weights. She couldn't move them no matter how hard she tried. She heard his words and gave the slightest of shrugs. The fabric raising with her shoulders.

"Il est bien..." she whispered under her breath. Those unique orbs had closed. She leaned back just slightly, leaning against the tree again. She feared leaving - not because she feared him. No, she may fear this man to a point, she feared Tillie far more. Funny, huh? This man could kill her, and yet she feared Tillie more. Granted she didn't know he could kill her. Feeling the slight tug she moved to look towards him, her face less red, and more just a slight pink hue she watched him move.

Well, not so much - it was like she was outside of her body almost. Like she was watching herself - and yet she did nothing, her hands moved slightly, against his chest, giving a firm push but it was like she was pushing a stone wall, she closed her eyes, tightly as she felt the pointed canines break the skin, she made a sound - it had hurt, but it hadn't caused too much pain.

The only movement from the head that was tilted back was the inside blinks, porcelain teeth biting the inside of her lips as she felt a release, her buttons... They were being undone, and though she wore no corset - it still held her upright to a degree. She felt him pull back and gave a shudder, chills had run up her spine as she had blinked her eyes open. Her body trembled, and all at once she realized.

They weren't stories.

A single hand moved to her neck to cover the puncture wounds. "Je... Je..." She looked at him, confused. She knew what he was - he was a creature from the nightmares the stories she heard. She struggled with her thoughts - with her emotions. There was a single - simple - difference between this and the stories.

They were monsters. This man wasn't. He hadn't tried to hurt her - true he'd fed. But it hadn't hurt her, did it? She thought back and it hadn't too much. Meeting his eyes she felt a tug at her heart-strings.

"J-J'ai besoin d'aller. Excusez-moi" her voice seemed foreign. Like it transferred her thought process, the battle that had been going on internally for minutes. How could he have had such an effect on her; they'd only been there 20 moments, if that! It boggled her mind, and not much did.

The young girl tried to slowly pull from his arms, and if she made it, she would step from behind the tree, feeling weak from the blood-loss, she gave a shaky, but proper, curtsey. Before speaking her apology, again in their native languages. She would turn and walk back to the school, hoping she would not meet anyone on the way to her room. She wasn't sure how she would explain the neck marks and the release of her buttons.

Translation:
It's okay

I need to go, excuse me.

[Dimitri Chevalier]

He whimpered an apology. He sounded more like a child who had gotten into trouble rather than a man who could easily have held her down. Gentle movements buttoned up her dress as he slowly and rather reluctantly released her from his quivering grasp. Every part of him screamed how much of a fool he was, how he could have done something to stop her, how he could have had his way with her but instead, he ignored the enraged voices that held some semblance of insanity. With the taste of her blood still in his mouth, he rested his throbbing temple against a tree. His body ached to hold her, to protect her from the others and more importantly, to keep her happy. The only way she could be safe is if he kept away from her and watched over her from a distance.

The dark, guardian angel who couldn't do a damned thing during the day for her. Luckily, vampires couldn't touch her during the day either. In some ways, being the monster he was should have been a blessing of some sort. To him, it was a curse. He wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin again and the sounds of birds as they sung their songs of love and despair. At least if he were human, he could be with the woman not worry about breaking her like an eggshell. Then again, he wouldn't be able to protect her as easily either and so continues the double edged blade that is vampirism.