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| His amber eyes hadn’t seen the discarded body. That wasn’t what tipped him off to the destruction he’d barely missed witnessing. It was the excitement shedding off her ivory flesh, the hint of death that hung heavy in the air like pipe smoke in the parlor, and the traces of coagulated blood on her lips. The deep red of the departed’s blood stood in stark contrast to Emmaline’s blush-pink lipstick. Her face was flushed and he could smell the contentment settling in her stomach. They were alone in their darkened world understanding each other on such a fundamental level but somehow caught in the formalities of society. His eyes roamed unrestrained over her body-—taking in the way her hair curled in loose ringlets past her ears, the way her dress clung so well, and the way her face was flushed with the nourishment of life. He made no move to approach her knowing the own dominance he often felt pulsing his veins after a kill. His shoulders slackened, but not very visually, as he assumed the role of calm assertive. It was an automatic reflex drilled into him from hundreds of years. A basic instinct now- the first quiver of his heart and his brain immediately took over. He steadied his breathing and ceased the swing of his hands. They remained unmoving at his side; although his extremities twitched to touch. He could feel that shiver of surprise dissipate. He’d thought and planned of this moment so often but now it seemed as though time was hurtling forward. His chin tilted as his eyes settling comfortable into hers. He could see her shock and the surprise brought her eyebrows into such a demure arch. He opened his mouth to admit that the days that had passed without her were different; the reality came reeling back and he shut his mouth again. Unformed words never to be uttered. He didn’t know her; but wanted to all the more for that. His expression softened as he took her in; his smile less strained and entirely genuine. When he finally found situation appropriate words he spoke. The words were caressed from his throat, spilled past his lips, and traveled on heavy and deep vibrations. “This is a nice surprise, my Emmaline.” |