Next Morning for Deliaha

After a long night night of tossing and turning with little sleep to show for it Deliaha decided to give up and get out of bed, Vincent had not returned that night, but that was not that strange, he had high priorities and was probably drinking a week worth of blood in one night. She was sitting on her couch in the living room with her legs crossed in an indian style, with a messy bun in a tight tank top on with baggy blue smooth soft pants on. She was racking her brain with question after question about her encounters the previous night and how dangerous the fight truly was, she still had the mark on her face to show for it, vampires heal at an alarmingly fast rate, but demon posion inside a wound can take twice the amount of time to heal, right now it is only a pink scar that is quickly fading. She must of dozed off, because she was awaken by the door closing and foot steps in the room, she gasped and jumped slighty, still being antsy from her night. She felt a tight embrace of warmth surround her and a set of warm smooth lips kiss the top of her head, She looked up and saw Vincent, smiling at her with pure delight in his eyes. As soon as the pleasure he showed came it was gone in seconds when he saw the mark on her face, Vincent was a man that showed no mercy, was dangerous and has been known to be cruel, but he never showed or acted that way with her, he only showed love and care towards her, except when they fought, they had gotten in some fights that left her sore and brusied and even left wounds on Vincent, but he always showed her gulit for it and either bought her flowers or some other cheesy form of an apology that always made her forget the hositility between them. He gently touched her ugly mark and traced it as if to find a hidden message, his eyes filled with anger and hate, She told him not to worry and to forget it, she didnt tell him how close to death she got, he didnt need to be in that over protective mode. It took some sootheing words and some time but his expression softened and his face lightened, thats when he grabbed her and playfully tackled her and kissed her first on the lips, letting his fangs bite her lip slipping a drop of blood, he quickly licked it off, for vampires the act of sharing blood does nothing for bloodlust, but is everything represented in love, it is the most intimate way to show love for one another, no boundaries were up only two minds merged into one, you feel what they feel, you are what they are, by doing this he was teasing her, giving her chills from pleasure and taking them away making her fidget and squrim with delight, he laughed a deep, seductive laugh and quickly swooped her off her feet, and held her gently against his chest. He laid her on their bed and slowly made his way up to her making her want him more and more, he kissed her mouth with so much passion and stopped and kissed her mark softly almost as if he would hurt her. he trailed to her neck and kissed it lightly waiting for her to say ok or to back off, Vincent knew better than to get inside her head without warning, Deliaha never showed emotion to anyone, and rarely to Vincent, But tonight she needed to feel his presence with her. She felt a sharp pinch and then pure excitment and oozing delight, By now she knew how Vincents mind looked and felt, but she was still always amazed once their minds merged, He had an aura of darkness, many part of his emotions, mind, and thoughts were edged with darkness and dark colors. She saw how he saw her, as a goddess and the rage he felt when he first saw her scar, and even envy when he noticed she was glacing at the man that saved her tonight, the Golden green eyed man. It was amazing sometimes how closely he watched her, she never really knew how close and how dear to him she was until she felt his mind, He was much like her in that way, he kept how he felt to himself, it saved alot of hardships and burdens from others to bear. When she saw how he felt envy towards the man she felt completely guilty and low, How she had looked at that man and how he was still in her brain, but she kept that from Vincent in a secert vault, He didnt need to know this right now. He didnt need to know of the shapeshifter that saved her life, that she was interested in him, amazed, confused, and even maybe attracted too, was anything to her, Vincent was her everything, She knew that from the start, she gave her life to be with him. Her secert was to be kept and forgotten by her and only her, The beautiful Leopard with beautiful, uncommon, strong eyes.