Chapter 4 Cont.

Vega managed to sleep for a time longer than he usually did, he rested warily in bed dozed off. Eyes remain closed to lid the malevolent crimson eyes within, so calm and peacefull once at sleep; his arms still folded behind his head. With his feet extended on the bare matress and folded at the ankles, he breathed only lightly; as though he were about to stop breathing all together. Coal locks scattered over his pale visage. Dominique appeared back within the window, slightly crouched down. Her feet slipped forward to rest on the floor as she moved back inside the room. She slowly pushed the window shut and let the trench slip off her shoulders to the floor, still clad in the thin gown she dressed in earlier that eve. Silently on bare feet she moved towards the bed and lowered her gaze watching him, her face flushed and alive with color from feeding.

Vega was completely droned in his own realm of sleep, barely moving chest rising and falling from such supple taken in breaths. The ravages of coal strands hung before his sickly pale visage, a scar evident on his upper right shoulder, not to mention several similiar gashes on his body from years past. Almost serene in his time's sleep, his expresion callous and blank; unlike his usual sly look. Dominique tilted her head, raven locks spilling down in a dark cascade to frame around her visage. Licking the lingering taste of blood from her lips, with thoughts of him having pervaded her mind during her hunt, she sat on the side of the bed, her deep blue orbs slipped along his form to his face in a intent study his wakefulness had never allowed. Her fingers soon slipped out to lift a few strands from his face to give her clear view of his visage.

As though a corpse or zombified man, he merely didn't move, despite her light touch and looming overhead. Perhaps dreams he dare never speak of had invaded his mind, as the corner of his fickle pale lips twitched slightly. Shifting atop the silken sheeting beneath, he soon stopped as though all were right once more. His stir lasted but only a moment, as he was quickly absorbed back to sleep. Dominique paused with his sudden stirring, her hand hung within mid air a moment. Biting on the corner of her lip, unsure what shes doing, she gazed over his serene face, amazed at the changes. Her fingers then lowered to brush lightly along his arm as she glanced over the scars. Shifting slightly closer she debated waking him but sinfully soaked in the moment and didnt.

His pale complextion and nimble curvature almost suggested he were dead there on the mattress, so still and quiet. Wounds remain left arching right up his lower abdomen and ribcage, though they appear to almost form tribal markings of sorts. Usually mostly hidden by his upper attire, it rested aside on the bedpost in equal dormant nature. Dominique lifted her eyes back to his face partly pondering of his death like state, thinking it sembled her own yet if touched she would be awake in seconds to protect herself. Her hand then ran gently down along his arm to trail across the scars on his stomach with a light frown, "I wonder of what brought all this.." she whispered to herself, leaning in close enough the tips of her hair brushed down along his arm and the side of his chest.

With a practically unseen motion, his slender hand snapped out to grasp her wrist. Sitting upright slowly with nothing more than a bending of his back and slide to his waist, he opened both eyes only when upright. " You know.. " he spoke, slowly smirking as creeping eyes opened to reveal crimson spheres. " You could take a picture, it'll last longer." Dominique blinked although didnt appear all that startled by his sudden gesture and words, having expected it. Her dark eyes lifted to rest on his face, gazing at him silently, returning no words for the moment. Ivory silk shifted gently with the gentle rise and fall of her chest. "A picture isnt as pleasant to touch though." she merely said with a rich low tone.

Indeed he regreted the words before spoken of the ivory gown she adorned, shifting a silent glance over her illustrious form. " Touche. " Released her wrist somewhat slowly, turning his neck aside to face her despite his sat-up position with feet near the end of the bed. Chaotic flares almost burnt within those crimson orbs as they usually would when he's awake, that same suave and manipulative smirk spreaded across his lips. Dominique smiled very faintly, having expected a surly remark or something akin to it. She shifted slightly on the bed to face him, resting her hands back upon her thighs lightly, trying to think up a excuse for her roaming hands, "You looked like you were dead, just checking." she finally said.

Vega managed to elude a deceitful laugh from the back of his throat, his grin growing in stature. Lowering his chin a slight amount with the jet black bangs shading his face slightly, he arched a meek eyebrow with interest. " Oh really? Well, you know where to find the strongest pulse to, don't you? " Finally laughed with a bold nature, shaking his head somewhat slowly as strands slid straight down his back; staring her dead in the eye. Dominique scoffed with a rising flushness to her already color heightened cheeks. "Yeah well.." she began then smirked shaking her head sending raven strands to dance around her visage gently. Biting on her lip she locked her gaze back with his and shruged lightly, "Ok fine, you actually look half decent asleep, too bad you woke up."

Vega took notice to her display of slight embarassment, he calmly gestured in the air with a hand, " Of course. I look utterly perfect anyway. " Almost throwing heed to the wind on the insult she included, too wrapped up with his own ego. Reached a hand outward, slightly long fingernails flicking a piece of lint off the strap of her gown. " Eh, you aren't bad either I suppose. Potential. " He spoke, pure lies for it's hard to degrade someone looking like her. Combed a hand through his thick hair, yawning in wake. " You look energetic. Hope you said grace before feasting. " Dominique's head tilted ever so slightly as she followed the movement of his hand. Faint light swept in through the window brushing along her bare shoulder as she moved it slightly at the touch. A smile curved her lips slowly, "Of course." she replied, giving no response to his earlier words. "Its a few more hours before day break." she murmered glancing aside to the window, then looked back to him, her eyes vibrant and intent upon him.

Vega glanced across to the window, the oncoming ray of light somewhat blinding due to the fact his eyes had been closed all night. Scoffed lightly, looking back to match her gaze before pushing himself to prop backward on his elbows. " Looks that way. Meaning what? You're going to go hang upside down in a closet or something? " being a demi-demon, he's immune to the sun's light for the most part; just not to being grumpy in the morning. Drew a hand slowly down over his face, wiping it to try and awaken fully in adjustment to the morning hours. Dominique got up stepping across the room and drew the drapes near closed to block out the early morning rays, her eyes very sensitive to it. She then stepped back slowly with her hands rested against her hips then slid over him to lay on her side on the bed propped up on her elbow, "No, a few more hours before my body forces me to sleep a time." her finger raised to tug gently upon a strand of his hair.

Vega's head jerked slightly with the yank of his hair, narrowing an aggitated eye though no rebuting for some reason. " Ah, I see. So.. " Reached a fickle finger outward, brushing it's almost ghostly cool base beneath her left eye. " Don't expect me to be one of the 'gals' and put on makeup, but gimme' all the gritty details. How'd you sap the poor bugger? " Resumed his elbows being used as props behind him, laying on his lower back a little. Dominique let go of her hold in his hair and smirked gently although a small shiver raced unseen within her with the touch. She let a breath out from her lips and laid back, one hand behind her head, the other resting atop her stomach, "Sap him? the usual, his throat..I hunt the taverns and such, search their minds always finding a wicked one to delight in sending into darkness."

Vega tilted his head aside, glancing toward her a moment with grunt exuding from between his lips, " And I resent that comment you made before you left about my blood being putrid, or something or other. " Stared aimlessly forward at the toe of his crooked boot, then around the suite he had leisurly enjoyed his stay in thus far - of course, he's bound to have complaints. Greasy strands frolick down before his face, as he continued to grumble onward, " How would you even know? The nerve of some people.. " Dominique sat up slowly sliding her legs up to rest close to her. She chuckled softly and looked him over. "Do you know what I really do?" she asked moving closer to him, her hand lifted to brush his hair back from his throat gently. "I gaze within their eyes and peer into their souls, then let my touch trail along their throat, coaxing, soothing.." she did so as she spoke, "Then before they know what happens my lips press to their throat and they die with a little pain but mostly extasy." she grined faintly, "Would you really want to know for yourself my kiss?"

Vega smirked somewhat slyly with a bold glint dwelling within his crimson eyes, lifted his chin a slight amount with a bitterly deep tone, " Sounds to be in good fun. Take your best shot, I highly doubt you'd kill me..... first. " His pause indicated the unpredictable nature he so usually adorned, sitting upright and hooking an elbow around one of his knees he drew further up. Dominique arched a brow slightly surprised and taken aback by his words. Yet a challenge laid within them that she could not turn down. With a flicker to her deep blue gaze her lips curled gently to a smirk, "Very well." she slid her hands along his face, staring into his eyes emiting a subtle thought of enticement and ease then trickled her fingers along his neck as she leaned into to kiss his neck, merely grazing her fangs at first prologing the moment before she bit.

A hand crept beneath the bottom bedsheet, emmiting a minute tint of smoke from the veins in his wrist. Pulling out what appeared to be a jewel encrested dagger, he gradually arched it toward her center back very subtly. Grited his teeth rather slowly, the veins and arteries in his neck almost swelling and engorging with rich blood. With almost a killing intent.. he made the dagger vanquish - unable to bring himself to do it, cursing in the back of his mind. Dominique sensed the subtle movements, although didnt see the blade at her back. She felt the hot blood pulsing in his veins beneath her lips and poised her fangs to penetrate, and then stoped herself, realizing she couldn't do it. Slowly the fangs retracted yet her lips remain pressed to his throat melting into soft kisses.

Vega tilted his neck further back in horrific taunting, the veins almost pulsing with the flow of blood within. Hissing quietly in the bitter depths of his throat, he spoke in a scratchy tone of almost hypnotic regress, " Do it.. Feed. " Without a worry of contracting the vampiric gene, due to the sensitive demon cells which killed any invading ones. Reached a hand aside, grasping her arm as sharp nails trail the flesh in a sadistic fashion. Dominique growled gently in her throat, her firey emotions spurred by his words and his grip. Her own hand snaked around gathering his hair in it and held it firmly, "As you wish." she said against his throat then drew her lips back and bit into his neck hard as she pressed to him firmly.

Vega's rancid nails nearly brought blood upon her shoulder, trailing down her arm as he shifted to kneel up in the same positioning so she could feast. Grited his teeth roughly, tugging her firmly against him the further her fangs penetrate. Oozing blood sputtered into her mouth, bitterly sweet and burning like alcohol, with the same adictive trait to it. Dominique almost drew back as his blood flooded between her lips, yet then a faint sigh escaped her throat and she pressed her lips firmly to his neck and drank slowly, rolling the blood on her tongue. Her free hand raked along his back as she melded against him, the stinging trail of his nails enticing her hunger and desire more.

The pulsing artery divulged the stinging blood in between her lips steadily, his breaths almost grew heavy from the drainage of blood. Vision dilluded somewhat, though he steadily stared over her shoulder with a vicious bite into his own lip that drew trickling blood plasma. His spare hand lankily found it's way around her waist to her back, at first lightly gliding over the ivory gown with sharp nails before tightly gripping her. Dominique let out a small sound from her throat then suddenly ripped her fangs free, having fed before she could drink too much. Slowly she lashed her tongue along the wound to aid in healing then moved her head to stare at him silently, blood glistening wet on her crimson lips, her face so flushed with color she appeared almost mortal once again. Disheavled raven strands flittered across her vision as her hands still griped with a intensity.

The gushing blood trickled down to his collar bone in a stream, turning into a black tar of sorts and hardened into just a leftover mark; to eventually vanish with the wound in time. His grip on her back tightened with one quick squeeze, nails piercing the gown before retracting and letting her practically go. A smirk slid across his lips, a disoriented black bang hanging down to block one eye's sight. " See? Told you I could handle it. Easily. " Laughed with a sadistic melody to it, shaking his head faintly. Dominique licked the blood from her lips then slightly raised and eased her grip upon his squeeze. Hearing the thin material of her gown rip. Set free she fell back away from him with a faint shuddered breath from her lips. Still silent she merely glared at him then turned to crawl across the bed, unsettled within.

Completely calm and casual as though nothing had happened, a smirk is all that remained of the shedded blood. Shooting a hand outward to quickly grab her ankle as she crawled away, he tilted his head to the side a moment. " Hmph. " Crimson orbs seemed to have lost their bright coloration for the meantime lack of blood, but he still toted that persistant look. "Upset? Because I didn't die like the rest? " Dominique looked over her shoulder, haulted in her retreat by his grasp. Tugging to be free she growled softly and spat out "No." confused by her thoughts and emotions she could only think to get away.

Vega finally released his hold, resuming the leant position he had taken before she even drained his energy. " That must be it. No use to deny your sudden.. fear act. " Rather distraught with himself, soon it arrived to his recollection of the dagger... having carried intents of killing her all along during this trip. For some reason, however, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Shook his head with a moment's silence now himself, going to decipher it another time. Dominique rested at the edge of the bed a distance from him curled up with her arms wrapped around her legs. Her back arched some at the brief sting along her back till it abated. "I am afraid." she muttered softly and looked away from him letting out a breath. "I didnt want to kill you." she commented after a long moment of silence.

Vega kicked one foot over the other almost beside her at the bed's edge, he soon pushed himself up to flatten his back against the behind wall. Folding his arms across his bare chest/midsection, he rolled his eyes briefly while watching her huddled form. " But you didn't kill me. So what's there to be afraid of? " he questioned, partially with a careless tone, but moreso curious than anything else. Crimson eyes lurked forward to watch her warily, cascading black locks spilling down over his shoulders. Dominique tilted her head, a strap of her gown having fallen to rest loosely off her shoulder. She arched a brow then turned and crawled back across the bed towards him, "What do I have to fear?" she echoed his words then suddenly leaned in and kissed him firm and hard before he could protest, then drew back slightly, "You." she stated simply then waited for his reaction, her usual expectations in place.

Absolutely caught off guard, he hesitated after the kiss he could never have expected. Watched her for a moment, trailing his eyes up and down her form with silence - speachless. " You.. you kissed me. Just a night or two ago, you said you hated me. " Licked the outside traces of his lips, the aspect of fear driving the energy in his blood absolutely mad. A crooked shudder raced up his spine from the kiss, not being arrogant nor cocky for a change; but just supprised. Dominique watched his face as he spoke. Her brows knited slightly together as she gave a slight nod. "Yes I did, and..I want to hate to you..I should hate you..all my life I've been persued, wanted, desired but never once have I wanted for myself..but now I do and it frightens me because its you I find myself wanting." she seemed baffled by it.

Confused with the jumble of emotion, it rang the same tolling bell as to why he couldn't go through with killing her. Growled lightly, looking off to the side in a flurry of confusion, " Argh! Damnit, just kiss me again! " So abrupt and demanding were his words, that he just reached out and kissed her one more passionate time. Lingering the hold, his tongue pressed through her lips, tasting and swirling in the lusting taste. Acting on sheer spur of the moment and planted seed of desire, he broke the kiss with a hiss; frustrated beyond logical belief. Dominique blinked having not a moment to respond before his lips claimed hers and ravished them to the point she lost all thought and reason for the moment, only to kiss back with a intense passion almost whimping when his lips left hers. Her fingers lifted to press to her lips as they quivered, lost in a turmoil of utter confusion.

Vega's fingertips reached outward with their slender hunger for lust, trailing down her waist until touching the rounded curve of her hip. Scoffed hastily to himself, removing his hands and pushing upward to his feet and off the bed. Grasping up a nearby bottle of champagne he had ordered from room service a few days past, he began to chug the burning contents. Starting toward the nearby wall, he leaned his palm inward onto it while staring down at the floor silently. Dominique followed him with her gaze as she turned slightly upon the bed. She thought then sliped off the bed stepping on her bare feet towards him, her steps muffled on the plush carpet. She hesistated a moment then slid her hands around his waist to rest against his stomach, her chin tilted upward slightly to look upon the side of his face.

Vega's coal strands plastered against his face and back, as he looked aside to her momentarily. Taking but another quick swing of the bottle he used as a crutch, he tossed the remainder carelessly across the room. Lowered his head with a brief shake, unable to sort out all that was rushing through his mind. Swiftly turning her around before him, he set both hands atop her shoulder while glaring straight into her eyes. Slowly, he kissed her once more, firmly with the same depth as before. Dominique gazed back, her eyes following the bottle's flight across the room. Her deep blue orbs then shifted back to him as she was turned. Without a word even from her lips she kissed him back with equal depth and passion, a deep hunger in her firmness of them against his.

With her back facing the wall he upheld the kiss, biting hard into her lower lips before hungrily plunging inward for more. Pressing a thin and fickle hand over her shoulder hard against the wall, he brought his other around to her waist; trailing fingertips around like cold steel being drug across the gown softly. Dominique growled softly in her throat, most women may have whimpered and cried at such with pain yet she merely pressed her lips harder, her tongue sliding between his lips to taste him. Her hands griped hard as they rested on his waist, the thin material of her gown shifted and riped slightly beneath his touch.

The remainder of the night they spent within each others arms, only to drift off in the early morning hours into deep slumber lost amid further confusion and a loss for words.

Chapter 5-The Ending