Moving Forward (damien)

[Janet Numan]

Janet had been so pre-occupied with things at Hogwarts that she had nearly forgotten that this was her last term at the school, well as a student anyway. Though she highly doubted that once she finished she would ever want to come back. However the place she knew that she would indeed miss was the library, it was so vast and she did not know of anyplace with such a collection. It did not matter if many where restricted that did not stop her, after all breaking into the restricted section was very low on the scale of bad things Janet knew she was capable of.

Today however she had to study for her placement, research as much as possible on that hex she was under, and oh yeah figure out what she was going to do with the rest of her life…

That was until she had received a letter, oddly in the library. It was a rare chance to see owls deliver in here but sure enough she got a very official looking letter. Looking at it, she was curious, but also excited. It was from the Quidditch Association, sweet deal. She pushed her books aside to read it, and opening it in the library was, well not that great of an idea as flying players scooted out of the letter, miniature of course, but the sound was grand themed and loud.

Dear Ms. Numan, we are pleased to invite you to the world cup stadium to watch the Appleby Arrows take on the Holyhead Harpies! Enclosed are two tickets as well as passes to meet and great the Appleby Arrows after the game. We look forward to seeing you there!

Janet was surprised and happy, having gone to many games in the past, well when she had money to spare, she often watched them to get ideas and pointers. Now she watched them later in replays and used them as training tools for her own team. She had planned to gather enough money to get the team to a match by the end of the term, a few weeks left she had to figure out how much more she needed, and it was no small share.

Regardless when she thought about who the second ticked would go to she thought of Matt, oddly enough. Not a member of her team. After all this would be more of a fun event, right? The loud music that played drew attention from others trying to study and the librarian was likely to come bolting around the corner any second now. SO she closed the letter and pushed it into her bag, the game was only three days away, and she was rather excited to meet some real players.

It made her think about how Hogwarts ran their games, in house and not with other schools, it wouldn’t be that hard, right? However she also felt that these great ideas to change the school were coming too late, because if she put all that work into changing things, she would not be there to see them though, just did not make sense to her. However fun the thought was she had to get back to more pressing concerns, a book about reversng hexes on the table and a few more on the creation and evolution of curses where there too. Curently she was taking notes on a book about mind and memory binds. Perhaps he had used a variation for one of those on her…

[damien wilde]

“You may want to look in the ‘forbidden’ section for a cure,” the voice was quiet, taunting. Two hands were placed on either side of her, holding the table. His chest was pressed against her back, with his face a mere few inches from hers. He was wicked, evil – he was stunning. When Janet turned she would be met with dazzling bedroom eyes of the most vivid, icy blue. Those gorgeous eyes were framed with thick, black lashes.

Damien pulled away from her abruptly, reaching for the letter and leaning against the hard wood of the table. “Oh how delightful,” he sighed, taking a moment to appreciate the solitude of the library. But of course, he was talking about the letter. “Do you have a boyfriend? Perhaps you could take him…” a smirk was on those beautiful, kissable, pout-y lips.

“I can take you to the restricted section, I am a professor, after all…” he spoke his title proudly, falsely, as he looked down at her. “I doubt anything here could truly help you,” it was a hint, spoke with a shrug. He was confident she wouldn’t find the cure anytime soon. He was a master of dark arts; he’d always been. Damien’s skills were magnificent; he layered spells in a way that could be near impossible to reverse.

He flipped through one of the books on her table, opening it to a page concerning possession. “Now this – this might be fun,” he now sat on a chair – too close to her, not close enough. “Would you like to be possessed?” he asked, nearly hissing. “Oh, I’m just kidding,” he said soon after, flipping the page and grabbing another book. Vampires the page read.

“Do you believe in vampires?” he asked, seriously, his voice just above a whisper. Damien now had his arms wrapped around her, propping the book up so that she could see the pages. Speaking of vampires, his fangs were elongated – he was hungry. He felt it roaring within him. He hadn’t fed in too long. Quite frankly, Janet looked delicious to him. Any girl would. Would it be too dangerous to taste her here? Surely not, and maybe she would come to the restricted section with him. Maybe he’d make her.

[Janet Numan]

Of course her mildly productive and somewhat happy moment faded so quickly it was like a sharp pain that it you and stunned you for a moment before you got back to reality. Janet did not like that feeling; when she was younger she had trained relentlessly to prevent such occurrences. In the past, yes she would have simply shoved her dagger into his side, but no, she was beyond that… Was this any better?

Sickening, of course but she was coming to terms with how this one ticked… at least in some ways. She was trying to see the good in the situation, what ever there was. Therapy was getting nowhere quick as his spell prevented her from revealing a most pressing matter, thus her doctors declared her as holding back, or regressing… Lovely.

She did not have to turn around to know what would be there, his overwhelming persona did the trick, he was taking this act to some sort of art, and she had a feeling he liked being able to… show himself a bit more in the school without any fear that his secrets would be revealed. However she also felt like she was giving him way to much credit, and that if she had been back in the game, well he wouldn’t.

She merely rolled her eyes at his suggestion of looking elsewhere, this was only the first strange in her examination, since she was having trouble explaining what it was she was looking for, after all. “And what does it matter to you?” she said, not answering his idiotic question, no she did not have a boyfriend, she doubted very much she would either, her self esteem was rather low after all.

“Really, well that is good for you.” She said trying to ignore him, looking over her books, and trying not to lose her temper, and she did have one. “Who said I needed help?” she gave him that smirk right on back, the first time she had actually looked at him. He liked to play games right? Well maybe she was not ready to give up so easily.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” she said closing that book, yes Janet had a fare share of things in the past, possessed is a matter in its own. She was vague, and did not give and hints or details, and abnormally quiet in her mind, since this incident she had been taking up her bind blocking training again. Sure something’s would slip here and there, but she as holding her own, and not giving away any details.

She tilted her neck, “I sure hope so or this school has a hell of a mosquito problem.” She said reveling about four possible five different vampire buts, knowing he was thirsty she would have loved for him to be caught.

He was all to close to her, but this time she was playing I cool, and collected. She moved her head back and her hair fell over her shoulder. She was like a well oiled machine taking each step and making a counter. Unlike her over confident fighting Janet seemed closed off, and perhaps timid. She was taking a stand back from the situation, to better examine it. “You are not as good as you think.” She said sitting up out of her chair hitting him hard with the back of the chair, “Opps, perhaps you where a bit to close.” She shrugged her shoulders and took a few of the books and started to put them away on a close shelve. She was sure that it was not the end of things, it would not be so easy. However she had enough to worry about, clearly if he wanted to kill her, he would have done it already.

[damien wilde]

Damien wasn’t prince charming - though his appearance argued with that. He looked like a gift from the gods; his transformation into a vampire only enhanced what was naturally there. His dark hair was a gorgeous mess, complimented by the beginnings of facial hair. His plump lips were pursed, concentrating on the situation – as were his icy eyes, narrowed seductively as he watched his prey. Damien was one of those creatures that could rely on his looks alone to trap victims – he didn’t even need to use power.

Although he was beautiful – heavenly, even – on the outside, a demon lie beneath the surface. He lived for revenge, the only thing that satisfied his still-broken heart. He found pleasure in torment, and enjoyed it more than the kill. He had endured a lot in his long life, and yes – he felt the world owed him. And it was paying him in blood; in sweet little girls. Damien was perverted and sadistic – with only mere glimpses of humanity. One would have to dig deep to retrieve his buried soul, to carve out his blackened heart.

It was all there, though – somewhere, trapped within the wicked demon.

Janet did not seem to be swayed by him, though. He was impressed with her resistance. Even his most stubborn conquests usually gave in, coming crashing into his strong arms, crying out in his silken sheets. These were the types of girls Damien lived for, the ones he couldn’t immediately charm, the ones he couldn’t easily break. Oh yes, he enjoyed a challenge. And when he finally did sway the girl it was delicious; the blood was sweeter, the sex was hotter.

Oh, girls like this drove him crazy – he could feel his teeth aching, lengthening – he could feel the desire pool in the pit of his stomach.

“A little crabby today, are we?” he teased, with that wicked smirk – a flash of luscious fangs and pearly whites. Now, Damien could do wonders for that low self-esteem. “Are you sure you don’t need help, because I have this… this feeling that you have no clue what it is you’re looking for,” he said this smugly, taunting Janet. Yes, Damien did love games – they made life exciting.

“You’ve been possessed,” it was a statement, not a question. “You’re tough,” it was a compliment, where his voice revealed only a minimal amount of teasing.

Damien watched her every move, she drove him wild with the reveal of her neck. Did she do it on purpose, teasing him like that? It was almost uncontrollable, the way he was drawn to her pretty throat, his fangs almost piercing his own lip. Luckily she made a joke, for it snapped him out of it – it made him laugh. Probably a sound Janet did not expect coming from the malicious vampire.

He watched her hair fall, covering her tempting neck. Damien wasn’t sure if this made it worse – her silken hair, just asking to be brushed away, inviting him to taste her. Lately he’d been losing control, just barely holding himself back – his hands breaking through rock to distract from his growing appetite. And then Janet got up, effectively hitting him with her chair. She was lucky he was so engrossed by her, otherwise he may have worked up the temper to snap her neck.

But, no, he wanted her.

“Oh trust me, I’m good,” the words were whispered in her ear, for he’d flew to her with that unbeatable vampiric speed. “If only you’d take the time to find out,” he purred, pulling Janet’s hair back gently to reveal her neck. Damien was pressed to her back, holding her waist in a grip she wouldn’t be able to get out of, pinning her body between him and the bookshelf. “You’re much too stubborn,” he moaned in her ear, as he placed butterfly kisses on her neck. He let his fangs drag gently along her throat, not enough to even leave a mark. Oh, how teased himself with the possibility.

Even in a public area he could trap his prey, he could hear if someone were coming, if she screamed – he’d be gone before Janet was rescued and she’d look like a fool. “I don’t think you’ll find what you need here,” he taunted, taking the rest of the books from her hands and putting them on their proper shelves. “Come with me,” he asked – and it would be a question unless she refused, then it would be a command.

[Janet Numan]

Janet actually found is strange his behavior. However she should know better, after all he had an inkling that he had been going at this for a very long time. Was she a game of the week, month… century? She was not going to get into those sorts of details; he was an absolute disgrace to life. Not that she was any better, but at least she was, in fact, alive. His charming good looks were like a mask to Janet who could only see the evil that she knew he was.

Yes, he did look good. Yes, he used it every chance he got. No, Janet was not going to be swayed by his charming good looks. She had come to terms that the old saying was correct, never judge a book by its cover. It was so true on so many levels….

Janet’s life was indeed much shorter then Damien, however has her share of grief. At this point she had decided not to keep track of her near death experiences, and not the you nearly killed me business kids say. However this hardcore frame was just another mask like everyone seemed to hold dear, and it had played her well enough, at least she felt it did.

“Today?” she smirked, why should she be happy? Yes, crabby was one way of putting it, furious was another. “Perhaps you should get your feeling adjusted because I am well on my own.” She said, kind of snotty even. She slightly resembled the stereotypical cheerleader who just got asked out by the chess club geek. Janet had decided that being angry and wanting to kill him 24/7 was not going to solve her problem, and that she had to go about things from a different prospective.

Janet decided not to make a remark about being possessed. Who would want to? She had already given him more information then he needed about her, and far too much blood as well. That mistake was not to be taken lightly. However Janet’s past had to have been for something good, because when she started something, she did not give up.

Janet was slightly surprised that he had little to no aggression when she accidentally hit him with the chair. Vampires where horrible creatures, she had not met one she liked, and she tried, oh, did she try. When her brother had been turned she did everything possible to understand, but more importantly try to reverse the damage. Her efforts ended when Terry’s life ended, and nearly hers. How she managed out of that one was still a mystery.

However the present encounter with a vampire was not changing her mind about them. The way he touched her, she hated it, the way he spoke to her felt like nails on a chalkboard, but she kept her cool, not shiver or shake. “And you are much to old.” She said. His disgusting breath, his fangs, the unpleasant pressure of his body, this game was difficult indeed. She was well aware that he could attempt to kill her, at least if he managed this would be put to an end, however she hated to think that HE would be the one to undo her.

“Clearly you don’t think.” She s aid twisting, rather difficultly but with a unusually knack for it, to face him. “Now, are you going to get out of my way?” she said, it was like his actions had not had any effect, but they did. Janet had learned to control her emotions long ago. Granted she was now learning to show them again this was one twisted way to get back on your feet. She did not treat him as a professor, no, but he was not treating her like a student either. Janet may be acting superior but she was well aware of how thin the fabric really was.

[damien wilde]

Once in awhile Damien would indulge in the easy girls. The ones who opened their soul, their hearts, their throats to him. It was such a simple way to gain the sustenance he needed to live. And when faced with stubborn girls like Janet, he often wondered why he did not settle for the simple kill. It was always a debate, a war within him. Often times, he did choose the harder road, for the thrill of the chase was really the only thing that got him off anymore. After well over 200 years of living the same old same old became tiresome, boring.

He needed an approach to charm her, to tame her. Damien was aware that it would be nearly impossible. And he most certainly wasn’t going to pull the nice act. Oh – and he could, she’d be head over heels for him, that’s how sweet he could be. Damien could be everything she ever wanted; he could be what any girl wanted.

But he liked to play his way.
Satisfying others was not on his “to do” list.

“I was simply flattering you, I doubt you’ve ever smiled,” he actually didn’t say it to be rude, when she confirmed that she wasn’t happy for more than just today… Perhaps she needed some lightening up. Her snotty attitude may have made him laugh, perhaps if he weren’t frustrated with her lack of compliance. Couldn’t she just play along? Even if just for the briefest of moments?

Vampire’s weren’t entirely horrible, for they, too were humans at one point. Humans just didn’t understand, couldn’t possibly comprehend what blood lust felt like. Not to say that they weren’t evil, because there was plenty evil vampire’s to go around. But even Damien wasn’t all horrible – not deep down. Though he’d never admit it, and sure as hell no one would get to see it. The pain he’d suffered drove him to the wicked state he was in, but oh yes – he enjoyed it, other’s suffering.

There were many things Damien was, but disgusting was certainly not one of them. If she didn’t want to feel like a meal, yes that was understandable… But his breath, touch, fangs, body… They were perfection, and when tolerated could cause the utmost pleasure.

“Ouch, would it kill you to give a compliment?” he probably shouldn’t have dared to joke with her, but he did. “You’re a nasty little girl – perhaps I should punish you and help you to learn to, dare I say, respect your elders?” he was making a mockery of her own joke, yes… he was old… but he was still breath taking. And with his joke of her being a little girl, he scooped her up as if she were a mere pet, and threw her over his shoulder.

“I should spank you,” he said with amusement, now that he was pulled away from the heat of her tempting blood he had no problem with teasing. He knew Janet wouldn’t find it amusing. With her over his shoulder, he quickly sped to the very place she didn’t agree to go to. It was much darker than the library, no windows, with only a few lit torches. He moved over to where he knew a couch was, lit brighter by a still-dim fireplace.

Damien gently placed her on the sofa, sitting beside her, with his heavily-lidded eyes scanning her face, her neck. “I just want a taste, you stubborn girl… It can be enjoyable for you too, you know… If you don’t resist, it can bring you pleasure…” He’d have just as much fun being nice to her as he would hurting her. That was the funny thing about Damien, his emotions were always back and forth.

“Your persistence drives me crazy,” he admitted – without it, he would have no interest in pursuing her. He leaned into her and stroking her cheek, illuminated by the fire. “I’d like to kill you… I’d like to kiss you,” with that he pulled the feisty girl on his lap, his mouth hovering over lips, throat. He nuzzled her neck, fangs lengthening in anticipation.

Janet could run, if she wanted… Or she could just give in. Damien would enjoy both; to chase her in the darkened section of the library and hear her scream, or for her discover the pleasure of relaxing; embracing the experience..

[Janet Numan]

Why did she decided to save that pathetic girl? It sure only gave her grief in the end of it, because he was driving her nuts, and he did make her skin crawl. Janet was set in her ways, and who could blame her? She was only a first year when she was trained to hate and kill evil creatures. Her favorite to go after seemed to be the vampires, she had came to realize. It was not something she liked to think about, how much alike these things and she really were. While she had some dark past she still had to believe it was for something good. But no one really knows.

However one thing she was sure of, killing students and tormenting them was not part of the all around school experience. Janet sure should know, after all she had attended Hogwarts for a longer stint then her same aged counterparts. Not that she had any friends, but still it would have been nice to finish her schooling two years ago, instead of landing in the hospital for a time.

All that aside she was sure not looking forward to what ever this creature had in store for her. She had to be careful and even more aware of her surrounds. She only hoped that he would not prolong her mental recovery, however that hope was diminishing each day. It was all mind games with that one…

“I have no reason to, especially with you around.” She simply stated. Yes she did smile, granted it was rare but it had been improving until now… Only one can wonder what could have changed.

Then he took her, how vial! “You have better be kidding.” She said not fighting the moment, what good would it do, she clearly was not going to stop him. His fast speed did not bother her all that much. She had been taken by a demon once, they where faster…

Now she was fully disturbed, his words and actions made her want to vomit, Janet was not like most girls, or most others because she was less impressed with the outward appearance. That had came later in life, but she was well aware of what he could and had done. “You have no idea about being crazy.” was it meant to be a complement, not to a person who was in fact Crazy (Mentally challenged...) She said, “Th e only thing I want is your death. It would only a be a bonus if I did it, but I will take what I can get.” She wiggled out of his arms, he was vulgar. He wanted what he couldn’t have, or what did not want him.

Twisting and turning, his hands on her, was enough to drive anyone crazy, but Janet had been there, and this was nothing she couldn’t handle. Strange though, she had been one to seduce in the past. Perhaps that was why she was so good at ignoring it, she knew the game (to and extent) well. Her victims where dead before they got a chance to really get going, after all she would never want to associate herself with that.

Sure she wanted him…....dead.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, you don’t get what you want.” She said standing in front of him, hands on her hips. He had only barely tried, she was well aware of her surrounds even in this section it was still the school. She was taking that into consideration. She had not used any magic, any powers since he had appeared she was only going to resort to it if things got, out of hand however currently this was a cat and mouse game, and she refused to be the mouse..

[damien wilde]

Damien could only take so much – her resistance. He did enjoy a girl that would not readily give in, but the temptation destroyed his patience, his ability to hold back. Damien wanted to coax Janet to him, to sway her – so she’d give in. But he’d take her regardless, yes… even if she were fighting with him the whole time. After her little interference of his prior feed, he planned to torture and use her in anyway he saw fit. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“About spanking you? I suppose I am kidding, that wouldn’t make you smile?” he smirked at her, just for a moment, then tapped a finger to his bow-shaped lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot… you don’t have a sense of humor,” Damien knew there was no point teasing someone so cross, though the reaction of annoyance could be more satisfying than indifference.

“I don’t? Oh, you lovely girl… At least you have common sense… I am a vampire, not crazy,” his sanity was never in question, but his morals? Most definitely… he didn’t have them. “You want me dead?” with that he looked shocked, letting her wriggle out of his hold as he fell back onto the couch, watching her. He only let her stand over him for a moment, letting Janet have the power.

Damien touched both of her hands, her hips – he stood and pulled her to his body in one fluid motion. “Why haven’t you tried to kill, me then?” Damien’s voice was low, his lips hovering just near her ear. He gently moved any remaining strands of hair behind her ear, and stared at her intently. His blue eyes were wide as he gazed into her eyes – clearly filled with anger, disgust. Damien tenderly kissed her temple, his eyes lowering briefly to assess her reaction. He pulled her closer, holding her in an embrace that she could surely escape.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, briefly, and then he pulled back – only a breath away from her lips. There was something haunting, hypnotizing about his stare. His eyes fluttered shut, then he closed the distance between their lips. Damien kissed Janet. His grip came slightly stronger as he clung to her, his mouth moving sweetly, passionately against hers. He kissed her in a way that made most women swoon. He kissed her and held her until his fangs nearly pierced both of their lips. Damien hadn’t fed in quite a few days; lust and bloodlust were evident on his face.

“I always get what I want,” he then replied to her statement, a violent whisper in her still-revealed ear. His hunger took over, distorting his face into that of a monster. He was hidden from Janet’s view, on the side of her head. There was only about a second between when he whispered in her ear and when his fangs plunged into her neck. Damien hadn’t planned on feeding in so quickly, but his hunger had hit him so suddenly, so ferociously that he couldn’t resist.

It took all of his strength to pull away from the delicious blood supply. He could have drained her dry and rid her from his life forever. But oh yes – he wanted to keep her around. And besides, he wasn’t done right now, he still wanted to play. He finally pried his own fangs from her throat, his face changing back immediately. Damien simply stared down at her, breathing more heavily and not breaking their embrace.

[Janet Numan]

Janet was feeling like her life was a string of bad coincides. It was a wonder at all that she was still alive. She did not like her current situation more then any other, in fact she was starting to believe that this was her most hated moment. That is a rather big statement seeing as Janet had not once but twice nearly died, in the hospital for months on end, or perhaps when she lost her mind? Whatever the case was, Janet hated the current moment.

It could be because it was so persistent, and it referred to the vial thing that was using her as a toy. Since when was Janet a toy for anyone, even at therapy she had some sort of respect for herself. However in it’s game she had less and less. No, Janet did not have a sense of humor, not when it came to these sorts of things. She remembered her wit in the past, because she killed someone, she would whisper something in their ear, clever and to the point.

She had became weak…

“You are simply deranged.” She flatly stated, cold to the core.

He was touching her, close to her, and just begging to be slaughtered, yes Janet had a serious violent side. However she had toned it so far down, she wondered how she was ever able to do the things she did in the past. “Who said I haven’t tried?” she said quietly, Janet was gifted in magic, but not greatly. She had always been one who did well at defensive magic, she always made her victim come to her, and she simply defended herself. However not all her skills where defensive, but she could not deny that every time she had taken the offensive, she had lost.

He kissed her temple, cold, wet, gross… she wanted to gag, why was she even allowing this to occur? In the past she would have likely cut off more then one limb, in his case … well.

In some twisted world Janet may have surrender to his fleeting passion, but she was so too aware of him.

She fought it, finally she could no longer bare his presence on her, he kissed the corner of her mouth and she did not have a change to stop him from kissing her. She shimmied pushing her hands to his chest, fists clenched she pushed at him, it was the first time in her life she felt like a little girl crying for help, the first time she felt ashamed, violated. And then she knew how she could do all those horrible things, because of things like him.

She shivered just before he bit into her neck, she was aware it was coming, and she knew that she had little on her side at the moment. Once he was finished, he would be stronger, why did she hesitate, why did she not just kill him?

Because she knew that things where not so black and white. The curse he placed on her, what more was in it, was it only silence of that night, or would she now be able to speak of this incident? Not to mention that she was still on a probation of sorts, as far as her doctors where concerned. Too much magic, she might just go crazy again. She was like a new witch again, unable to control everything, and she was stronger then any gave her credit for (even her). However to do any might just push her over the edge.

Was it so bad being crazy?

He would not let her go, she was so unlike herself, scared almost frail. She was not scared of him, but scared of what she would do, and what could happen if she did use more magic. They let her train again in the earth mage, however (they said) to keep her grounded. What ever that meant. And the room had a small rumble, Janet was holding back.

Janet had more up her sleeve, and being a damsel in distress was not her cup of tea, and so a dagger shot from her sleeve into his chest, “Let me go!” she screeched. Was this the same girl? Janet had many dimensions to her, but this one, was new to even her as she whirled around the corner for escape, air, life. Was this what he wanted? To break Janet, tear down the barriers?

She found herself in a dark dusty corner, was that tears? The last time she cried… in fact she did not remember. It must have been Terry’s death… but she was so enraged with violence and hate (at that time) was she able to be sad? She whipped her neck with the back of her sleeve. She needed to get a grip, breath and take control. The rumble had increased, like a small earthquake. Books had even started to fall from shelves in the main library, no one who know it was Janet causing it, except Janet knew.

Breathing steady, her hands shaking. She was waiting, waiting for him to come again, and try again, but her mind was clearing, something sinister brewing. She could not play his game, she had to play her own. She stood up, back to the corner and pulled out her wand, pointed it in front of her and simply waited…

[damien wilde]

Damien honestly hadn’t meant to feed from her, not so desperately. He wanted to do it slowly, and even though he did not sway her, he wanted to show her the pleasure in it. It didn’t take her long to react to his bad behavior, for he found himself gasping at her sudden stab wound. And then she was gone. But he could still hear her breathing; still smell the fresh blood escaping his bite.

He was slightly enraged by her own act of violence, but it was to be expected – he was used to having his victims try to harm him, try to get rid of him. In a flash he was in front of her, blood being a dead give away. He held the end of her wand, bringing it to the middle of his bleeding chest. He took note of her expression, and tilted his head, “Try harder, then,” it was a whisper; a response to their conversation about her attempts to kill him.

Damien had seen her expression, and then he found them, tears. He gritted his teeth, it almost made him feel – dare the vampire admit it – bad. There was something about tears on Janet’s face, a girl he thought was truly unbreakable, that stirred the emotion within him. Not many of his victims actually did cry, and tears had always made him uncomfortable. He loved to impose anguish, he loved to make people squirm – but when he really thought about it – he also wanted acceptance. Every human he came into contact with, he wanted to show them the monster he was and still have them be dazzled by him, to in some perverse way care for him. He wanted them to somewhere, inside love him – even until their last breath.

He was desperate, lonely… He was sick.

Damien held her wand steady against his chest which, kudos to Janet – still hurt. He noticed her shaking hand, and stabilized her weapon. With a gentle hand he brushed away her tears, but he still gave her space, and still the comfort of having her wand pointed directly at him. “My blood would heal that, but I know you wouldn’t drink it – even if you were dead,” he shrugged at his assumption, and pulled out his own wand. With a muttered spell or two, and a wave of his wand the wound on her neck began to heal.

“So go ahead, I had my fun, have yours… Try harder,” it was a simple taunt, his dangerously blue eyes glinting in the darkness. He essentially dared her to take that brewing temper out on him. Now, he probably wouldn’t let her kill him. But he’d let her get out her frustrations, and Damien didn’t mind pain. In fact, he liked it – quite obviously. He liked it when he attacked a girl and she would scratch and claw with her nails until she could no longer breathe. And he could live with a stabbing; he liked the scent of blood.

Damien wished that she had just embraced his kiss, his developing desire for her and her blood. If she had cooperated, he was going to give her a hint. They were still in the restricted section, where the spells and items she needed were present. But now, he didn’t exactly feel like helping her out. Although he found it in his ‘heart’ to not harm her further, her lack of cooperation and admiration for him didn’t leave him particularly peachy.

[Janet Numan]

Running away did not happen often in Janet’s life, but it did happen. She had to take in everything around her, see if there was a reason to any of it. Janet still had no idea what that reason was. When she had woken up in the hospital she was confused, but not scared. A strange sort of clarity and new life in ways. However it only proved that life was far to painful, and she often wondered what the point was at all.

One things she had to remain certain of, was that she was not alive to be some creatures game. Was it some sort of irony? It did not matter all that much really, as he was far to quick for her, she knew it. He knew her sent, her flavor and the only way to be free was in his death, or hers.

It was not the first time Janet had thought about her own death, in fact she often contemplated it. Maybe it was her stubbornness, but Janet had to believe there was a higher reason for her living though so much. She was not about to give up now.

Why did she just stand there? Let him touch her wand? She should have just shot so many spells out, one was likely to hit as he would not have been ready, now, now he was ready and wanting it. His expressions were strange, Janet was doing her best to remain firm, but observant. Learn from your mistakes—easier said than done.

“Why?” she merely mumbled at his attempts to get her going, try harder yes she was not really trying at all was she…

“So you can see how far I will go? Perhaps you just plan on having me locked in Mungos again.” She gave him too much credit, she doubted that he researched her… but did not doubt that those locked files where a challenge for him either. The only positive of being a minor at the time of going nuts… Ministry was lenient.

Small steps, talking gave her a lump in her throat, this was all too much, and her true colors where showing. His hand wiping her tears did little to help the situation, like he even cared… no he was not capable of such things. “You had you fun? Then I guess we are done here.” She could have healed her own wound, and he was indeed right, she would never willingly drink any blood, his toped the list…

However Janet was more then just a battered child, before she retracted her want she cast a spell, into his bleeding chest. One she had come up with years back, that she was sure got around she only used it on vampires, because… they could take it. It changed the sent of blood, in a way confused them. Their blood would smell like others, and drive them crazy. She had two that had actually fed on each other because it was so…tempting. The spell was not instant, so that they would not immediately know it. And unfortunately it was temporary, she never dared to use it long term, because it linked her to them.

The rumbling stopped as Janet breathed again, “Your wrong…” she whispered, “and this little game will be the end of you.” She said leaning on the wood shelf. She let it engulf her so that she was on the other side shortly after, she did not know if his muttered spell was only to heal her or something else, but she had a goal in mind this time, the pensive. The Memory locked safely would provide proof, but she needed more to break down his act, she had to break him down, killing him would not be enough.

The spell would take effect soon, and she made his blood smell like hers, a confusion to allow her some time. She only hoped that it would not work against her in the end.

Still in the restricted section she felt a strange desire to find what ever it was he was hiding. Professor, yes, he did not come to look at these books, but there had to be something. She did not want to linger long, so she decided to just take a bunch from the shelves, without even looking, they had to have something in them to be restricted.

[damien wilde]

"St. Mungo's, hmm?" he questioned, his eyebrows raised with curiosity and amusement. "Perhaps you're not as... pristine as I thought," a smirk was visible on his all-too-perfect lips, revealing again his commercial-worthy teeth. Fangless, of course. If only she'd play with him. It made Damien want to sulk.

"How far would you go sweetie, would you kill me?" he questioned her further; looking down at Janet with the face of an innocent child, mixed with the slip-ups of the cold, calculating vampire he could be. Although he still acted himself, there was a significant difference in his voice. It was softer, gentler... it was missing the edge of cruelty that was most often present.

Such a determined girl, she was. He listened to her rather authoritative voice, and observed her with a lack of expression. "I'm not done, actually. You're persistence to hold back isn't my exact definition of fun," he held her gaze for a brief moment.

And then she, the little witch, dared to cast a spell on him. Oh hell no. He began to wonder if she'd teared up just to distract him, to put his guard down. He didn't even read her lips, to see what she'd done to him. And Damien knew, by the way she had her body absorbed into the shelves that it probably wasn't pretty. He felt different, he just couldn't put his finger on what it was.

Of course, this sudden uncertainty would not distract him enough to let her get away. Like he'd said, he wasn't done with her. Taking the simple, vampire route - he jumped over the very bookcase she had been engulfed by. Being a vampire certainly had it's benefits. Like the grace, speed. Oh, and being able to heal inhumanly fast. His stab wound wasn't gone, but with Janet's blood still fresh in his system, he could feel it mending.

She was indeed still in the restricted section, and once approaching her, he plucked a book from out of her hands. "Not this one," small talk, but it was the truth.

"Now, now, Janet... There will be no end to me. How did that idea get into your pretty little head? Oh and... um..." he tapped his chin to dramatize his thought process, "What the fuck did you just do to me?" Damien felt off, like his senses were all wrong. Janet didn't smell quite as tempting, yet he could still smell her blood. It was confusing... but he was not confused about the fact that he still wanted to hurt her. The image of her fake tears - yes, they had to be - was long gone.

Janet tried to do something similar to what he did to her... When he had his guard down, when he actually felt bad for her. What a b... witch.

[Janet Numan]

She should have just got away from the section as fast as possible, left and not look back. But no, Janet had to be persistent, and stick her nose where it really did not belong. However she had to think that it was better to help someone in need then to ignore them, right?

Her current situation was not finding the sense in that logic.

He though she was…pristine? Really, she always thought of her self as a torn up rag doll that had one too many stitches. “You wouldn’t be the first.” She said with a slight shrug, how far would she go? She couldn’t really say, but death would not be out of the rains for her.

“Really? And you think I am having any fun?” she was getting snooty again, perhaps she was still a little crazy. It was some sort of defense, she should never had let her guard down like that, never allow herself to feel like that. It made her disgusted, and even hated what her life had become. No she knew that things would not be simple, not in the world they lived in.

Janet should have known better, he jumped the shelf, using the wood was one part of the earth mage she could handle, it was becoming one with the earth, the logic was still hazy, but she was told that being able to use it to move was a good step, clearly not good enough because this vampire was not rather pissed off.

“Really, what do even know what I am looking for?” she raised an eyebrow, her face still streaked with dried tears; she did not think that it mattered to him any.

Then he thought he was smooth, maybe smart and coy. But his childish drama did not impress or scare her. “Who me? I thought I wasn’t good enough to do anything to you” she said provoking him more, clearly that is not a good choice, but what did she care? Janet was back to her own (I hate the world) self-petty. “I mean I can’t even get rid of a stupid little silencing charm” she was slightly taunting him.

A moment of weakness, yes she had one, but she did not let it overtake her. She over took the moment, advantage of it really. She knew that her past had darkness in it, and it was her own doing too. The year she left Hogwarts she lived in forests of creatures, hunted them for her own game, and her own protection. In a way she used it to train, but it change her, perhaps for the better. She was living like them, hunting like them, becoming like them… When she finally understood what she was really doing and who she was really hurting (her family, herself) that was when she changed. No one really understood that. Regardless of her mindset now, she still remembered the past. And compared it to the present.

The forest was not all that different then the rest of the world after all.

[damien wilde]

"Not the first?" as if he wasn't shocked about the St. Mungo's revelation, but this... this was intense. "You've killed before," it was a statement, he didn't question it. "Now, here I was thinking that you believed you were too good for me," he said, with a very fake smirk. "But really, you're just as bad - if not worse." He held her arm, gripping it strongly and pulling her closer to him, almost lifting her off her feet - but not quite. "I need blood to live, I have to feed - but there's no reason for you to kill," he let his eyes narrow, attempting to assess her.

"Maybe you are having fun," he continued to speak, "pulling out the sweet, innocent little girl act and crying. You know what? I almost believed you, you almost made me want to take back what I did - I almost felt..." he didn't even realize that he had her back pinned to the bookcase, his arms fully extended as he held her away from him. And Damien still held her up, so that she was eye-level with him, so her toes barely touched the ground.

Then he set her on the ground, and moved past her, massaging his temples in frustration. Now that he was away from her, the scent of her blood became stronger. Damien looked at her briefly, questioningly. At least he wasn't hungry, it wasn't driving him crazy. Not like earlier.

"Probably not, but I brought you here," he was now leaning against a bookshelf, a little ways away from her. Yes, Damien was resisting the urge to harm her. "And I did plan on helping you, buuuut," he was instantly in front of her, looking down. He ran his fingers through her hair gently, then roughly pulled her head back, so she was looking directly at him. "I don't feel very helpful anymore... I wonder why that is?" Damien gave Janet a sarcastic smirk. He gazed at her dried tears, briefly, still not believing he'd almost fell for it.

"Don't taunt me, do you want me to hurt you? Because I'm just barely restraining myself..." as if to emphasize his statement, he let his hand rest on her throat, though he didn't apply much pressure.

Damien was still surprised by what she'd told him today. It seemed like she had this entire past that her current appearance hid. He couldn't picture her killing, but it would make sense considering her temper, her stubborn behavior.

[Janet Numan]

Janet did not hide her past from people, but she did not generally give out that information either. Pity parties were not something she was looking for, even if she held herself one everyday. She had this sort of response before, and once upon a time she let it get to her. Today however she had a firmer grip on who she had been then before, guess those annoying doctors did some good after all.

“Really? Being self aware is key to understanding the world.” She had not been shocked when he griped her arm, but surprised that he was not ripping her apart either. “And just because you don’t see a reason, does not mean there isn’t one.” she was being rational? Perhaps, but Janet was actually giving him what the doctors fed to her time and time again, and if they got him half as annoyed as her, they had something going.

“Almost only counts in horseshoes, and hand grenades.” She said flatly. Almost meant nothing to her, she clearly did not believe him as much as he now believed her tears were fake. Let him give her that credit then, build her up stronger then she was, she would let him.

Why did this all keep going on? Janet should have just left and let the school figure this out on their own, but how many others would he take, would he kill before they knew? How long if ever would they discoverer how terrible they had been in selecting their professor. After everything in the past, were there no background checks anymore?

Then Janet shouldn’t be the one to complain; after all she was deemed a danger beyond herself. They still let her come back. She was doing well too, helping protecting and learning, but he was not! She let her past on the table, they knew what they where getting into with her, but no with him he lied, killed and only god knew what else.

He brought her here, in a dark closed off section of the school, for some study time, doubtful… “Why so you could have your way with me? I am not that easy.” She fumed slightly. The idea was as crazy as any, and she almost wanted to laugh at the thought. Yes. It was funny how good he thought he was and how lucky she should be to have him want her. She was getting a handle on things much better now.

Then again he was in front of her, why did vampires have to do that? Always showing off their abilities “doesn’t it get old?” she said, again taunting him, Janet could care less. How long would it take for them to find her? Days weeks. Then an investigation into her death. What would they find? Janet had been doing her best to counter this spell. She had left clues in her studies and her work that would take much time to understand, however if she died she was sure that they would figure him out.

But she did not think he was going to kill her, no he wanted to hurt her. There was a difference after all. “Why?” she said his hand on her throat, “Why do care about restraining yourself?” she did not understand in all honesty, but she also thought that her strange question would again make him step away and reevaluate things again. She was learning that she had to talk this thing down rather than use force. But she was sure willing to use force if she had to.