Copyright 2009 Bianca D'Arc. All Rights Reserved. Only one thing could pull him from the sublime feel of her kiss... The sun. As the very first rays of dawn kissed the eastern sky, Marc knew his moment out of time with Kelly was at an end. He pulled back, regret filling his world. "I haven't been tempted to stay out this late in many long years, but I'm glad my first vision of dawn in centuries was with you, ma cherie." Kelly's beautiful blue eyes held the glaze of someone dazed with pleasure for a few precious moments more. Then realization of his predicament clouded her expression with worry. "Get inside, Marc!" Kelly took his hand in her much smaller one and dragged him toward the door to the house. He went willingly, perplexed and charmed that she'd try to protect him. Her reaction shocked him. She actually seemed to be anxious on his behalf and willing to push him inside, following close after to slam the door on the threatening light. She didn't stop herding him until they were well within the windowless hallway that ringed the inside of the home Atticus had designed. "That was close." She slammed the door to the hall and leaned against it. Her pulse beat hard in her neck as reaction set in. Marc didn't know what to make of her, but the visible pounding of her blood against her pale skin had him licking his lips, eager for a taste. He moved close, blinded for a moment by the hunger that grew inside him until it was nearly uncontrollable. Kelly's eyes widened in fear as he advanced on her. His fangs elongated as bloodlust and instinct overrode his saner side. Marc wasn't sure what he'd have done if Dmitri hadn't chosen that moment to clear his throat. Marc looked up to find Dmitri watching him with narrowed eyes from the other end of the long hall. A tense minute passed as Dmitri held his gaze, one raised eyebrow speaking volumes. At length, Marc pulled back. This was wrong. He saw that now. In a crisis of passion he'd let his impulses overcome his better sense, but oh, it had been sublime while it had lasted. Marc drew back, away from Kelly. She trembled in reaction, fear lighting her beautiful eyes. Fear he had put there. Marc felt lower than pond scum. "Je suis désolé, ma petite. I'm sorry." With those last whispered words, he backed away putting even more distance between himself and temptation. It was sunrise. He could feel the sun weakening him already. Lesser bloodletters would soon be down for the day, and the threat to Kelly would ease. Nodding to Dmitri, Marc left her, realizing with a sinking heart that the only threat to her in this house was himself. |
