Unknown Enemy... (Sophia and Dimitri)

[Patience Young]

Patience's tongue clicked softly, the sound of small claws bouncing about the wooden floors as Patience stepped down the steps quietly. Her arms wrapped around an old doll, she quietly exited the house and looked at the moon, She held the doll much like a baby, and the reason, only her family and her knew.

The girl quietly set in an old swinging chair and swung quietly holding the doll as she curled up her ferret companion climbing up next to her. It was that night, almost ten years ago, that her brother had died. She wouldn't cry. She rarely did anymore; but she wouldn't talk to anyone, and Tillie was out - so she wasn't bothered. She continued to rock quietly, dress blowing in the night wind as she sat there and looked at her doll.

"Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frére.. Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo..." the girl quietly sang the lullaby as she had many times, many years ago. And she liked to believe on some plane of existance, in heaven, or somewhere on earth - Nicolas was listening. Maybe even falling asleep.

"Maman est en haut, qui fait des gâteaux... Papa est en bas qui fait du chocolat..." she whispered to the doll, her singing was quiet, only if one really listened, could they hear or even understand her. She continued to sing the song quietly - in repeats, soft, tender voice.

Even at the age of 17, it was clear this woman would make a wonderful mother - not that she would ever become one. She quietly moved her fingers through the dolls hair as she felt the night air seem to envelop her. She didn't know what had actually happened to her baby brother - but her parents had told her he had died, and that they'd held a funeral. What was she supposed to do? She was 7.

translation:
Go to sleep, Colas, my little brother
Go to sleep, you will have your milk
Mummy is upstairs making cakes
Daddy is downstairs making chocolate

[Sophia Shrick-Chevalier]

Only a rustle. Only a shift. Not a single noise from the dark maiden as she watched the girl. There would be a time and a place for her to attack, and it had yet to arrive. Oh, she would make the wench pay for even touching her beloved son. Humans are food, not objects of love and affection. The girl was human, and she had to go before her son fell for her harder than he had already.

Then her anger took over. She lunged at the woman in a blur of motion, knocking her off the swing. "YOU!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs, pointing at the girl as her face contorted into something that resembled rage and hatred. "Don't you ever go near my son again, you whore!" She hissed past gritted teeth. "Je dois vous tuer." She snarled as she pressed her foot down upon the young woman, holding her in place.

Translation:
I should kill you.

[Patience Young]

"Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frére.. Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo..." She continued, swinging back and forth - the soft lullaby emitting from parted lips, she was still reeling from the encounter with Dimitri days ago. She'd hardly been able to concentrate in class - what classes she went to. She drew her sweater around her more. Feeling an un-natural chill. She ignored it quietly until she gave a scream of surprise.

The ferret started to jump about, but the creature seemed intelligent, it had run off after expressing it's anger at Fia. Patience's eyes however widened as she reached for her doll, she couldn't let it be destroyed, she couldn't let it be dirtied. It was her only link! Her mind raced as she reached for it only to have a foot pressed on her she winced and blinked her heterochromic eyes up at the woman.

"Je suis désolé! Je suis désolé!" she said, her voice panicked, she squirmed and heard the french words, the color drained from her already pale face. "s'il vous plaît, Je ne savais pas. Il est venu me!" Patience was frightened, beyond belief. She had foolishly thought maybe there were more of the creatures like Dimitri - but... She seemed to be wrong. This woman was all the monster the storybooks told her.

Translation

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Please, I did not know. He came to me!"

[Sophia Shrick-Chevalier]

"Mon garçon est trop bon pour vous. Rester loin de lui avant que vous vous retrouvez morts. Ce que tu me comprends parce que je n'hésiterai pas à drainer vous." She snapped as rage filled her. Kneeling down while still managing to keep her pinned to the ground, she ran her fingers along the girl's throat as a sneer played about her lips. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. At first she ignored it but then she glanced at it, quickly returning her attention back to the woman underneath her.

Recognition sparked in her gaze. "Ten years ago. Little boy who couldn't keep his mouth shut. Rather tender in terms of flesh and had the type of blood most vampires would kill to taste." She sneered, brushing her lips tentatively along the girl's throat. "Maybe I should drain you as well.." She purred.

Translation:
My boy is too good for you. Stay away from him before you find yourself dead. Do you understand me because I will NOT hesitate to drain you.

[Dimitri Chevalier]

Originally, he had come to see Patience. He hadn't been able to get her off of his mind. An all too familiar smell filled his nostrils, and he immediately sprang into action. "Mère, assez!" He roared with rage, knocking the woman away from Patience as he pinned her to the ground. "Patience, s'emparer de la poupée et exécutez." He growled, struggling to keep his mother down.

He wouldn't be able to manage for long, and he knew it. All the more reason to have Patience get to a safer place. Hazel eyes sparked with rage. "Comment osez vous venir ici et menacent sa!" He hissed. "N'avez pas vous ruiné assez vies?" He asked his mother with a harsh whisper.

Translation:
Mother, enough!
Patience, grab the doll and run.
How dare you come here and threaten her!
Haven't you ruined enough lives?

[Patience Young]

Patience's head nodded as she heard the french words - she easily understood the death-threat, and yet she would even if it was in another language she didn't know. She shivered just a small bit, feeling the hand on her throat, where the marks were slowly healing from Dimitri. Flinching she turned away her hand still moving, she almost had it. Just a tiny bit farther.

She froze - the words, even in English ripped into her like a knife as she slowly wore the same recognizing face, and yet she didn't have the same one. Where the blond held a gut-wrenching sneer, Patience's face held one of horror, of sadness, anger, hurt. All at once. With one sentence, she realized in horror why she hadn't been permitted to see her brother before the funeral.

"V-Vous, C'était vous?!" She asked, her voice cracked with anger and emotion as she realized that the whole time she thought her brother had died - he'd been killed. Her hand had grasped the dolls, just as she'd realized that. She couldn't come to terms with it - she had to forget the woman had said it. But she couldn't. She was still pinned with a foot and her entire body trembled with bottled emotion. She was face to face with the woman who'd taken her little brother. How could she just forget that?

In an instant, the woman's pressure was off her, she gasped as she heard a familiar voice before even seeing what transpired. She snapped her arm to her chest, clinging to the doll as she tried to sort out what she should do - within seconds, she fought her emotions. She wanted to hurt the woman. She wanted to pull Dimitri off and shake the woman senseless. She knew though she could never do that. The woman would squish her like a bug.

She bolted after a moment, thoughts running through her mind, she'd faced her brothers killer, and she ran. The thought echoed in her mind. She ran. She dissapeared into the graveyard, running through it and into the dense forest that lay behind it. Her throat, her chest, her eyes. They all stung. But she didn't stop. She didn't know what had happened.

The only thing she knew is that he'd called her mother. His words still echoed in her head.

"Mére, assez!" His voice echoed continuously, even as she continued to run, even though she knew (Well, thought) she'd left the problem far behind her.


Translation

You? That was you?!

[Dimitri Chevalier]

As his mother shoved him away, he groaned and bolted to his feet. He was torn between smashing his mother's skull into the pavement and chasing after Patience before she did something stupid. His love for the woman eventually won out over the urge to kill his mother. He sprinted after Patience while his mother screamed insults in his wake. He had no trouble catching up. The only problem he would really have is calming her down enough to think straight. As he came up behind her, his arms reached out to gently pull her against him.

He simply held her like this for several moments while calloused hands gently rubbed her back. He murmured words of comfort in French while his own, hazel eyes closed partially. "Chut...être calme, ma princesse." He whispered the words into her hair, continuing to hold her close. He could be sweet when he chose but most times, his mother figured out a way to ruin it. Now wasn't a time for feeding nor was it one for him to be the predator instead, he would risk the waning hours of the night to console the girl. The worst case scenario is he turned to dust and to him, it was a small price to pay for her to be even partially happy again.

Translation:
Shh..be calm, my princess.

[Patience Young]

Patience's chest rose and fell, her mind was racing even as she sprinted, avoiding trees and branches, she stopped, her body doubled over the doll as she struggled to breathe. She clung to the doll, a mixture of tears and a bit of dirt marred her soft face. She had fell a few times in her blind sprint of emotion.

She felt his presence before he'd even arrived, feeling his arms around her body shook, she pushed back as he told her to keep calm and shoved at him. She shook her head as she held Nicholas' doll close to her.

"Soyez calme?! Elle l'a tué, Dimitri! Comment puis-je simplement "être calme"!" Her breathing came in frantic gasps, her voice was nearly strangled with emotion. She couldn't function right, she couldn't think straight. She just wanted to run as far away from Devil's Hollow as she could, all the way back to New Orleans. How could she have come here? What kind of sick Karma had brought her to the place of her brother's killer.

What kind of sick Karma would entice her to develop feelings for that creature's son?

"Je déteste son" she said the words with such emotion, such force. It was as if the words never belonged to her in the first place. She was not the type to hate, she was not the type to feel negative emotion at all. But to hear her say something so powerful, it was undoubtably strange. But she couldn't help it. She'd never felt such a burning, consuming rage that she felt. It would quite literally radiate off of her.


Translation:
"Be calm?! She killed him Dimitri! How can I just "Be calm"!"

"I hate her."

[Dimitri Chevalier]

"Comment pensez-vous que je ressens, ma princesse? Elle a donné naissance à moi et s'enfuit la nuit même. Elle a couru dans les bras de la piqûre qui a eu son puis finit par mourir pour elle. Mon père était tellement honte qu'elle avait quitté sans raison qu'il m'a dit qu'elle était morte pendant l'accouchement. J'ai trouvé différemment à l'âge de vingt-huit ans quand elle a fait de moi un damné sangsue. Ne pensez-vous pas que je déteste ceux qui vivent plus longtemps je me soucie et exigeant le sang des êtres humains vivent cette vie misérable que je dois?" He grumbled, allowing his arms to drop from around her.

"Avez-vous des soins de savoir à quel point elle a ruiné ma vie au point où j'ai essayé et échoué pour mettre fin à tout cela? Si vous voulez fuir ce monstre, allez-y. Je ne vais pas vous arrêter, mais je peux vous dire que il ya ceux qui n'hésiteraient pas à drainer une jeune femme comme vous. Tout comme je peux vous promettre que je ne serai pas en mesure de vous protéger contre tous, seul danger là-bas. Le seul bon, c'est que toutes les sangsues sont forcés à l'intérieur pendant le jour." He averted his gaze at that point. He would hold true to his word and not follow if that was what she so chose.

Translation:
How do you think I feel, my princess? She gave birth to me and ran away the same night. She ran straight into the arms of the prick who turned her then ended up dying for her. My father was so ashamed that she had left without reason that he told me she had died during childbirth. I found out differently at the age of twenty-eight when she turned me into a damned leech. Don't you think I hate outliving those I care about and requiring the blood of humans live this miserable life that I do have?
Do you care to know how badly she ruined my life to the point where I tried and failed to end it all? If you want to run away from this monster, go ahead. I won't stop you, but I can tell you that there are those who wouldn't hesitate to drain a young woman like you. Just like I can promise you that I won't be able to protect you from every, single danger out there. The only saving grace is that all leeches are forced indoors during daylight.

[Patience Young]

Patience just stood there, her arms curled around the small, old toy in her arms as she listened to him speak. She heard how he'd been abandoned by the woman, and how his father was ashamed. She quietly listened as she felt her cheeks grow red. No matter how angry she was at the woman; she was embarassed at herself for speaking so freely. Sure, at times she felt she shouldn't censor her words, but this was not one of them. She felt his arms drop from around her but she didn't move.

She quietly looked at the doll, listening to his words still, she quietly heard him refer to himself as a monster, and she flinched, she quietly tried to pull herself together, and even though tears had long since made streaks through the scattered dirt on her face she looked up towards him after a few long moments and quietly reached for his hand. She didn't know why, but she knew she hated his mother. She never hated anyone, and she'd never felt such a strong emotion. But she didn't like him like this. He wasn't a monster.

"Vous n'êtes rien, comme elle..." she whispered quietly, feeling her smaller hand gently try and take his larger one. She smiled a little. "Elle est un monstre. Vous n'êtes pas." she looked up at him and gave his hand a squeeze. She looked up towards the sky after a moment, and saw that she'd been out all night, unsurprised. She knew that sunrise would be soon, but she wanted to see him smile. She didn't want to upset him, even though she was upset, still, and she hated his mother, she didn't want to part while he was upset.

"Regardez-moi..." she murmered in quiet French, her eyes still damp, but she wasn't crying.

Translation:
You're not like her

She is a monster. You're not.

Look at me...

[Dimitri Chevalier]

He knew that the sun would be rising within the hour, but he made no comment. Instead, he looked into the soft features of her face and lifted his free hand to scrape away the dirt. Unable to control himself, he allowed that same hand to gently cup her face while his head lowered to brush his cool lips against hers. "Taisez-vous, vous petite sotte. Plus de soucis sur un homme comme moi." He murmured against her lips. As he lifted his head, he brushed the pad of his thumb along her cheek.

"Permettez-moi de vous escorter la maison, ma chère." He dropped his hand to hold hers in one of the few, comforting gestures that he knew. He felt invincible but the sun would prove him wrong if he stayed out here much longer. Not to mention, in all of the commotion, he'd forgotten what his original intentions were in coming. One could say the way he was acting now said it all. "Je t'aime." He was sincere as he spoke, hesitating slightly but only out of embarrassment.

Translation:
Hush, you silly girl. No more sorrow over a man like me.
Allow me to escort you home, my dear.
I love you.

[Patience Young]

Patience smiled just a little as she felt his hand, she felt his lips on hers, and wasn't as awkward as she was before, she didn't move her lips much, and smiled just a little at his words, her hand rested on his hand on her cheek. She canted her head just slightly as she heard his words, the smile growing a little more as she was called 'silly'.

Whispers of not being silly met his lips before she felt him drop his hand, she moved her own and quietly tok his. She looked at the two appendages, her own smaller one covered by his larger, and quite alot stronger, hand. She quietly moved her fingers, holding his hand as she looked from his hands to his face, and tilted her head again, she flushed as she heard the words.

"Je t'aime" he'd said it. She didn't speak for a few moments and just smiled a little before she realized, in all the commotion, even though his mother was what she was, had done what she had done. Dimitri had saved her, Dimitri wasn't a monster, he wasn't even mean, though he could certainly protect himself and her should the occasion call for it. She came to a sudden realization.

"Je t'aime trop" she whispered, a small smile pulling at her lips.

translation:
I love you too.

[Dimitri Chevalier]

Those words are what made him lose it. His arms wrapped gently around her waist as he chuckled softly, resting his forehead against her. "C'est drôle, une princesse pouvait aimer un homme qui pourrait être la fin de son, non?" He chuckled once more, pressing his lips to hers once more. There was a difference in the way he kissed her this time. There was a hint of passion, a sprinkle of love, a spark of possessiveness and above all else, an urgency that seemed to be restrained. His hands were anchored to her lower back in a manner that was hardly inappropriate.

Ever so slowly, he broke the kiss. There was a reluctance in the way he did it. "Contrairement à la dernière fois..puis-je nourrir avant de nous la tête en arrière? Et je peux avoir besoin de trou dans votre placard, sauf si vous voulez que je retourne à la poussière quand il réapparaît au cours de la tresse." His voice was rough with a mixture of desire and love for the woman whom had accepted him, despite what he was. "Permettez-moi de poser cette officiellement, Patience..vous votre santé mentale risque d'être avec cette sangsue?" He murmured, offering her the slightest of smiles.

Translation:
Funny that a princess could love a man who could be the end of her, no?
Unlike last time..may I feed before we head back? And I may need to hole up in your closet, unless you want me to turn to dust when the sun peeks over the tress.
Let me ask this officially, Patience..will you risk your sanity to be with this leech?

[Patience Young]

Patience made a slight sound as she felt him wrap his arms around her, she wound her arms about his neck her hand still clutching the arm of the doll and smiled at him as she kissed him back, feeling the difference easily. She was naturally empathic, and even without such movements his hands and bodylanguage took on - she would've sensed the difference. She kissed him with much the same emotions lacing her lips as he did her, and quietly as he broke the kiss, she pulled her lips back and flushed a little with a small smile.

Her chest moved with even breaths as she quietly heard him ask her a couple of questions, she noted the tone and just smiled a little, a small breath was taken before she quietly stood on her toes to look at him and smiled. "Sanity, La plupart des gens ont dit que je l'avais perdu quand j'ai envisagé à venir à vous chercher ce soir. Je ne peux pas le risque de ce que je ne semblent pas avoir." she gave a giggle at her words and smiled at him. She quietly stood back on her feet and leaned her head back slightly, exposing her neck.

"Oui, Dimitri, je serai avec vous" she murmered in a quiet voice, an answer to both his first, and last question.

Translation

Sanity, Most would have said I had lost it when I contemplated coming out to seek you out tonight. I can't risk what I apparently don't have.

Yes, Dimitri, I will be with you

[Dimitri Chevalier]

He gave a throaty laugh of acknowledgement in response to her comment. "Vous êtes certain que vous êtes humain, ma princesse?" He purred, lowering his head to brush his lips along the delicate curve of her throat. Fangs extended, sliding smoothly into her throat as strong arms slid around her waist, pulling her close. He stayed still for several moments before beginning to drink slowly. His movements were gentle, despite the fact something within him was stirring. He couldn't recall the last time he had felt such a thrilling sensation in his loins but alas, it ended too soon.

Not wanting to hurt her anymore than he had to, he pulled away slowly and chuckled quietly. How should he lay down the ground rules to a woman he doubted he could say no to? He lifted his hand slowly to brush his knuckles along her cheek while lowering his head to brush his lips against hers. Unable to think properly for a moment or so, he lowered his hands to gently grasp her hips as a smile tugged at his lips. "Laissez-nous rentrer à la maison, ma chère et une pensée m'a frappé tout à l'heure. Quel seraient votre mère et le père dire ou faire si ils jamais trouvent à propos de nous?" He murmured while gazing into her eyes with his own cloudy, hazel eyes.

Translations:
Are you sure you're human, my princess?
Let us go home, my dear and a thought struck me just now. What would your mother and father say or do if they ever found about about us?