Eamon was waiting patiently in a tree at the entrance of the zoo. He simply sat there, motionless, staring straight ahead at only something he seemed to see. Abruptly he shook his head, back to the present. He had to stop getting caught up in his memories, that would do nothing for him. Yes he could look at the good ones, but he had to move on from the sad ones.

He was being really patient. Eire was suppose to meet him here and that thought made happiness bloom in his heart. Yes he probably didn't know her that well, yet he couldn't wait. They had hit it off pretty well. If he hadn't been a vampire of a thousand plus years, he would have been dancing around, but he had a lot more control than that.

He looked up at a sound but it was one of the animals inside the zoo. When was she going to get here, this waiting was killing him, well it would have been if he wasn't already dead. So he sat in the tree waiting.

Every little noise... Every little thing made her jump.

Jean had given her a silver stake and a wooden one just in case they happened to work with the vampire. But well... Eire knew that she hadn't a hope in hell... And he... He would be coming back for her. The dreams... She knew that they weren't just dreams.

His dark black eyes... His vicious and blood soaked smile...

Eire shook her head, chasing out the images. Biting her lip slightly.

"Eamon?" She whispered hesitantly. "Are you here?" She was standing at the entrance of the Zoo, the tall iron gate shut tight. Why of all places were they here? The place was closed and locked, and there were bound to be security guards wandering about. But well... Was he here? She was good at spotting vampires, sencing them as it were, but Eamon wasn't here that she could see.

Surely he would hear her, smell her. But so would that other vampire... It wasn't a trick right? The steaks were in the mini backpack that she used as a purse...

No. Eamon wouldn't try to trick her, and Jean. She had said that he was okay, which thrilled Eire to no end. She was excited to learn about him... She could sence that he was older, older than any other vampire she'd gotten to know before. Maybe it was that excitement that had her on edge.

"Eamon...?"

Eamon turned his head immediately to the sound of someone walking down the path. He tilted his head and smelled the air in the area and the scent that came to him, was completely Eire's. His heart soared, she was here.

As soon as she came into sight, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. So beautiful, but at the same time just as vulnerable. He wanted her, that wasn't really an issue, he was willing to wait. Besides he did want to know her better, before doing anything that they might regret. That wouldn't be good.

He jumped down from the tree landing silently at it's base. "Over here Eire." He didn't want to scare her by getting to close, she had something in her bag that puzzled him, yet if it was a way to defend herself against another vampire, he didn't want to try them out for her. Truly that wasn't necessary. He took a few steps toward her and held out a hand to her.

Eire turned around sharply as she herd the tree rustle, a voice. she was gabbing for her bag as she saw him. But of course once she saw that it was Eamon she relaxed. "OH. Hey there Eamon... You... You kinda startled me." She said, that particular warm blush creeping up on her cheeks.

Letting go of her bag, falling back on her shoulder Eire moved towards him. The urge to press herself against him, feel his arms around her like last time...

She gave a soft swallow.

"So, why are we here? I mean... Everything's closed Eamon... We're not supposed to be here." She said as she slipped her hand into his. His skin was soft... Slightly cool, but so soft.

Eamon had been careful and had seen the way she had reached for her bag. Something in there was suppose to defend her against night time predators. He wasn't too worried, he would never do anything to hurt her.

As she placed his hand in his, he tugged her closer and wrapped his arms around her. He gently held her in place and enjoyed it for a moment, until he released her. Did she have no idea of was a powerful telekinetic could do? Flight was definitely something that he could do and the only thing cutting off him from the zoo was a high fence, he could get over it no problem.

"Well I thought that perhaps we could go for a walk in the zoo. See the animals in their natural habitat and without the thousands of mortals staring at them. It could be interesting and I could get us in and no one would ever know that we were even there. What do you say, beautiful?" He hoped she would say yes, he had thought it a good idea, yet if she said no then his plan had been shut down. It would probably be as bad as being rejected, not something he wanted to feel. There was always the puppy face, he wondered if he could still do that.

Eire's heart stilled as he pulled her into his arms, held her against himself. She couldn't help but to nuzzle softly into his arms. And as he held her, it was as if she forgot just for a moment where she was, and that was going on around her.

In fact, it was only when Eamon let her go that she remembered the gate in front of them. "Eamon..." Eire hesitated as he called her beautiful. He might have thought that, and meant it... But for some reason she still was uncomfortable with it. "We can't just break the gate down or anything... How are we going to get in?" She asked, looking at him curiously.

Of course she didn't know his powers, she didn't know what he could do, or how old he was... She didn't know anything about him. He was still a mystery to her really.

It had been good to hold her and he had felt the nuzzle that she did into his chest. He was comforted by the fact that she seemed to be interested at least. AS he had held her he had completely forgotten where he was and wasn't really ashamed to admit it, besides it was well worth it to hold a beautiful woman in his arms.

He frowned at her. "Break the gate down? Now why would I do that?" It took him a second to realize that they had never discussed what he could do. "Sweet heart, I was thinking of flying over, not breaking the entrance down. Besides flying is more fun. Destruction is pointless really." It was odd to hear that coming from a knight but he thought that it was completely true.

To clarify because he realized then and there that she knew nothing, ho continued. "The only power I have is telekinesis, which is quite strong. That means that anything I want to do from moving things with my mind to flying I can." He paused to look at her. "I'm also a thousand years old."

Sweetheart... Again with the endearments... She liked them, and they made her blush... But she also felt slightly uncomfortable with them. She barely knew tihs man... Yet she was entranced by him. She wanted to be in his arms, wanted to feel him close and very nearly never leave his side.

Was this some power he had?

Flying-? Her head snapped up.

"Fly? You mean... You mean you can fly?!" Her amber eyes looked up at him wide and surprised. He had telekinesis that was well developed, so... So he could fly? The thought thrilled her to no end. If he could fly, and if... Maybe he wanted to sire her... She too would be able to fly!

"Yes! That would be wonderful!"

She had flown with a vampire once before, one older than any she had ever met before. But this time, a feeling in her gut told her that it would be different.

Eamon loved to use endearments. They were simply a part of his personality, besides he thought that they suited Eire the best. She truly was sweet and he liked spending time with her, though she did seem a little tongue-tied some times. It didn't bother him not at all.

Eamon chuckled. "Yes, dear one. I can fly. It took a while for me to master it, but flight eventually came easy to me. I always find it exhilarating to be as alone as a vampire can in the sky with no one to bother me. That is true freedom."

He opened his arms to her. He felt more comfortable holding her, he could control both their flights but that would be a little harder. Frankly he didn't want to drop her, that wouldn't sit well with any of her protectors and he really didn't want to hurt her, either. "I hope that you aren't afraid of heights."

Okay... One more and she would try to say something...

"Yeah, I can imagine it feels great." Eire said with a smile. "I've always wanted to fly."

She stepped forward into his arms, pressing herself close against him. "I hope you can make up invisible too if a guard comes. Cause we're not supposed to be here ya know." She grinned.

But why had they come here anyways? What was there to see at the zoo at night. Weren't most of the animals asleep?

Well some of the nocturnal ones would be up and about a lot of them acutally.

Eamon chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "It's perhaps one of the most wonderful powers that us vampires can have, unless you control an element. That is a really fun power too."

He turned her so her back was to her and lifted them both on the ground. "Perhaps, one day if you are lucky you'll be able to fly on your own." He flew over the gate and onto the property that belonged to the zoo. He flew a little more until he landed close to the more nocturnal animals. "I can shield us, you don't need to worry about that. I wouldn't have proposed coming here, if I couldn't."

Most felines were nocturnal hunters and were more active at night. It made him think a lot of vampires and he had wanted to see them for himself. He had also thought that Eire would have liked to come when no one was supposed to be around. No crowds and one on one time with the animals.

Landing near the lion exhibit Eire ran to the railing and looked over. Lions, brcause the african savahnna was always so hot durring the day usualy were restless at night, and these were no different, except for a few who were lazing about.

"Too bad tigers are diurnal..." She said with a sigh as she looked back at Eamon. They're my favorite animals of all. They always have been since I saw one in a circus when I was little. They're so beautiful... graceful and strong. Just like I've always tried to be." She looked back at the lions and wondered.

"Did you see them that night? My tattoos?" She asked curiously.

Eamon watched her and smiled. She liked the felines and tigers seem to be the first on the list. It was good to know these things, very good. Useful information for further use. "Many of the carnivores and the ones that are predators are strong, for example the jaguar. It looks small and delicate, but it is quick and very strong."

He approached her and enjoyed the closeness that he could be to her. "The life that you have had, enabled you to be a strong, confident woman. It was who you were meant to be, as I was meant to be a knight and afterwards a vampire." He paused. "It can sometimes take time to find what you are meant to be, but you eventually find it." He was at ease with who he was, but was she at ease with the way he acted? That he didn't know.

He raised an eyebrow. "Tattoos?" He frowned. "No I don't think so, I can't really say that I was paying attention to anything beyond your face really." That was the truth, she had a beautiful face.

"Woman... Well, in this world I'm not an adult yet. And I don't even think I am... I mean... I might be able to live on my own... But I think of an adult as someone who can run a family, raise children... I know I can't do that yet." She said with a smile as sle looked over the lions, two younger ones seemed to be fighting over something, maybe even nothing.

"Maybe... Maybe I wasn't made to be a vampire? I dunno." She said quietly.

But she smiled again as he said that he hadn't seen her tattoos. Well she was wearing a long sleeved shirt then, and now she was wearing a button down blouse since she had been out doing real job interviews.

"Maybe I can show them to you later tonight then... I think you'll like them." She said with a smile.

Eamon shrugged. "Being a mature adult can mean many things and some of them doesn't include being old enough to have children or even being a certain age." He shook his head, a few strands of hair falling out of the loose ponytail he wore. "It depends who you are in your heart and in your mind. A fifty year old man can still be more immature and less of an adult than a teenage girl."

Eamon watched her, his eyes unwavering. "I think that you were meant to be a vampire, simply not yet. There are still somethings that you need to know, I don't know what, but there it something."

He smiled and the smile touched his eyes. "I'm sure that I'll like them, especially if they are as interesting as you are."

"Men never really mature past the age of twelve." She said with a rather stiff face. "And most of the ones that do are monsters." The man who attacked her... Nick... Just horrible people.

She looked over at him with a grin as he spoke about her tattoos. "They're the only things that make me interesting Eamon. Don't be fooled. It's just the moonlight. It tends to make me look more beautiful than I am... I'm not really all that good looking. Hell... I don't even have a boyfriend or anyone who wants to be my boyfriend." She pointed out.

"But hey... Have you heard of a vampire named Felix who lives in this area?" She asked. "No reason in particular though, just a name I heard in passing at the coven. I thought he might be someone important." She said with a shrug, cutting off all unimportant questions with a snap.

Eamon shrugged. "There are many things that make a person interesting and physical aspects is only one of many. You have an interesting personality and you respond well to all kinds of things, including vampires." He then chuckled. "I suppose that I can say that I'm pleased that you don't have a boyfriend, but you should date someone your own age."

"Nope, never heard of him." He didn't know many people from his coven save Jean, but then again he didn't live there. He had his own place and he loved his freedom too much to completely give it up.

Eamon raised an eyebrow with an amused look on his face. "So I assume that since I am not a monster, that I never matured beyond the age of twelve?" There would have to be punishment for that and a soft smile crept on his face. "Do you like being tickled?"

"Well gee. Can we say contradiction here?" She rolled her eyes slight as she began to move over to where the elephants were. Obviously they had landed in Africa. "You want me to date someone my own age... I can understand that. But what makes me curious... Why are you glad I don't have a boyfriend? I mean granted odds were that he wouldn't like the idea of you sucking on my neck. But still."

Eire raised an eyebrow as he mentioned ticking as well. But there was no hint of amusement on her face. "I never liked being tickled... It was the only time I would start throwing a fit as a baby and still is." No, tickling didn't make her laugh at all, tutaly she just moved away or hit the person. Either or worked really.

"And if that's what you were honestly thinking of doing to me, that just proves my point doesn't it?" That was when she grinned.

Eamon shrugged. "Men never know what they want and even when they do, they continue to second guess themselves. I am no exception to the rule, though usually when I have a goal in sight, I try to reach it. I also try to keep the cost down to a minimum, I usually do pretty good." He didn't always have a goal in sight, which was why when he didn't have one that he looked for one and tried to give meaning to his long life.

He nodded as she talked seriously about the tickling. "How about poking? Is it the same or am I allowed to do that?" He simply wanted to keep his facts straight and he didn't want do things that she disliked. He was trying to be nice with her, perhaps a little like a guy that liked a girl yet didn't know exactly what to do.

He chuckled. "And woman are different? Aren't there times where you want to play a game, simply because you can."

"Poking is worse... I bit the last person who tried to poke me a few months ago at school." She warned him.

"But games? What kind of games? Like hard to get or something? I mean... I've never been in a realtionship to play those kinds of games, so I can't really say ya know?" She said with a shrug. "I can't speak for myself, but I would kinda think so. I mean... Everyone has their games right?"

Eamon simply blinked. So apparently poking was also a no-go. "You bit someone? Maybe you are more of a vampire than I previously thought." His face may have been serious but his eyes danced, laughter pulling at them and the amusement of the thought lighting them up.

He shook his head and looked at the elephants. He brushed the strand of hair away from his face. "No I was thinking actual games, like games children play. I have no idea what games children play nowadays but I'm sure that they aren't very different from what I played as a child." He paused and mused. "I always liked playing games..."

Yes she had bit someone. Was it so hard to believe really? Eire wasn't the most subtle of people in reality.

But a blush hit her face. "Oh... Actual games-games... Heh... Uh..." Gee... She felt stupid. Where was her mind at? "Well not so much outside games anymore... But video games... That kind of thing. Kids don't get outside nearly as much as they should these days. I never played them to much, I always liked to be out doors." She said with a shrug.

"Say... You don't have the ability to control peoples thoughts do you?" She asked out of curiosity. It sounded innocent enough, but she needed to know what was making her want to touch his skin, to feel him completely against her. The urge to feel him was stronger than it had been even with Alex. But then... Really there had been no innitial urge. He had fed from her, and things went from there. She had wanted him simply because she was a little loopy, comparilbly drunk.

But she was perfectly fine now... And she still had those desires.

Eamon grinned. "Is your mind in the gutter, my dear Eire? Shame on you." He was teasing her and enjoying it very much. He had never had this type of a relationship with women. It was always proper and respectful. This was much more fun and it let his teasing side come out. Though normally shy by nature, once he was comfortable with someone he would start teasing. "We could perhaps play one of those games, I always wondered what children did for fun these days."

Eamon gave her a startled look. Control people's mind? He shook his head, loose strands of hair falling in his face. "No I don't have any sort of telepathic abilities, only telekinesis. So I can't control anyone's mind, though I probably wouldn't want to, even if I had the power." He looked at her, his pale green eyes curious. "Why do you ask?"

He couldn't read people's mind, but he was good at reading people, one of the many abilities one gets from being at a royal court. Her scent also changed though it was subtle. He wondered what was going through her mind.

Her blush came back, answering Eamon's question. She shook her head feircely and turned away form his so he wouldn't see her blush. But he could probably hear the rapid beating of her heart, as it felt like a jackhammer inside of her, pounding so loud she could bairly hear his responce to her questions.

So... If he couldn't play games with her mind, make her think things that she really didn't think... Where were all these thoughts coming from? Where were all these desires and wants coming from too? They couldn't be hers, could they?

But when he had kissed her neck the other night... She felt the same rush as when he held her tonight.

"I... It's just tha-" She stammered, her face still blushing horribly. "I... I mean It's just..." How could she explain it? How could she even describe it. He had her tongue and her mind tied in knots and she couldn't undo them she was so frazzled, confused.

Eamon instinctively knew when her feeling changed, hearing her heart beating faster, almost feeling the heat coming off her face. He knew what she was feeling and at that moment the animals had lost all interest. They weren't interesting in the least. The only thing he saw now was her.

His eyes were lit on her back and he couldn't feel the conflicting emotions, but something was troubling her. He heard it when she tried to speak. He took a few steps towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Tell me what is troubling you, sweetheart." He wanted to ease her heart and make her more comfortable, he simply didn't know what to do and what not to do.

Eire gave a soft gasp as she felt his arms around her. The flutter of her heart fightened her and she wanted to pull away, but some how she knew that wouldn't help anything

"I... I don't know... I don't know Eamon." She said as she shook her head. Her breath was shallow, irregular. She couldn't even figure it out, let alone describe it to someone else. She wanted to tell him. Wanted to explain to him what she felt... But how could she, when she didn't even know what she wanted. Well she sort of did... But...

It was so easy for Eire to imagine his hands... Running against her skin, running through her hair as she lay against him. She couldn't help all these thoughts running through her head, and a part of her was terrified of them. The other part of her knew it was natural. But...

"I can't... I can't think..." She whispered.

Eamon had obviously done something that troubled her and he wanted to ease that trouble. He could feel her heart fluttering and her breath hitching. Was his proximity causing her to feel like this? Should he move away her? That would seem like the best thing, but he didn't want to move away. He liked to feel her in his arms, he more than liked it. If he could never let go of her, he never would.

Yet in her present state of confusion, he ought to give her a chance to do what she wanted. So he decided to ask her. "Would you feel more comfortable if I let you go?" He didn't want to and simply wanted to run his hands all over her, but it truly was her decision to make, not his.

"No!" She said quickly as she turned her head to look at him best she could. Her small thin fingers reached up to touch his cheek. "I mean... I... I don't want you to go..." She leaned back in his arms as if to emphasize her point.

"I... I don't care if Jean's trying to get me to love you... Trying to get me to want you as my sire..." She said quietly, knowing he would hear her anyway. "I don't know... I don't know what to do though..." She bit her lip slightly, stairing at a tree in front of her.

"I... I have so many... Thoughts... wants in my head. I've never felt them before... I... I'm afraid Eamon... Afraid because I don't even know what I want..."

Eamon entire body relaxed around her. This was simply wonderful, she didn't want him to leave. As she pressed her hand against his cheek, he lifted one of his hands and pressed it against her hand, closing his eyes momentarily.

He frowned and opened his eyes when she mentioned Jean. "I don't care about Jean or what she says or wants. What matters to me is you and only you. What Jean wants in my eyes is irrelevant. Anything we have has to be between us, regardless of anyone else." He didn't understand her dilemma, but knew that an arrange marriage was completely different and that this was only because of their emotions.

Her body began to tremble in his arms slightly as he spoke. She was all that mattered to him? He didn't care about what Jean wanted....?

She turned around in his arms, her amber eyes looking up a the jade greens of his.

"What... What do you want Eamon?" She asked quietly. Her fingers shaking ever so slightly as they brushed his lips, his cheek. Eire... She knew what she wanted... Well sort of. But she wasn't going to do anything he didn't want. But... If... If she was right... He wanted the same things... He felt like she did...

Her heart was still pounding as she staired up at him, her amber eyes looking up at him with longing. He knew what she had been thinking, right? He could tell where her mind was, the blush that assulted her face even now.



((Feel like a vamp attack sometime? *grins*))

Eamon smiled down at her, his pale green eyes soft. "I was interested in you that first night, that I met you and that was before I met Jean and knew of her will to set, the closest thing to an arrange marriage. What we have is nothing like what we find in an arrange marriage. We care for each other at least a bit and there is some sort of attraction between us too." He may be a little oblivious when it came to emotions, but this was different. Each word was spoken from his heart.

Eamon knew the answer to that question easily. "There is only one thing I want right now and as cheesy as it may sound, I want you." He wasn't going to push her into anything. If at some point they were doing something that she wasn't comfortable with, she could ask him to stop, no matter what the cost to him.

Yes... It almost felt like an arranged marriage... But... But was he right? That they had something more than most? That they were meant to be?

Eire didn't know.

And what about Alex? She cared for him so much... But... She never had thoughts as hungry and demanding as these when he was around.

She... She had to know something. She had to feel something, if she didn't, she felt like she would simply die. Tip-toing as she leaned in closer she kissed him deeply. She wanted to feel him kiss her back. See what she felt in his kiss, see if his made her feel as good as Alex's. She needed to know what she felt was true, wasn't a mind trick by anyone.

Eamon watched her. He knew about arranged marriages and though some people seemed to find a happy medium after the wedding, some couples simply didn't get along and they seemed to be getting along. His eyes never left hers and he was content simply holding her.

When she kissed him, his arms tightened around her, keeping her close and his kissed her back. This was something that he wanted. If she felt nothing then that was her decision, but he knew that as soon as he kissed her back, he was lost to her. He would always want her by his side and only her refusal to be with him, would keep him away. If was up to her to decide, but the shock that had gone through him at the touch of those soft lips, would make him do anything to keep her by his side and protect her life with his own.


((Sure we can have a vampire attack...That would make things a little more interesting...))

Eire didn't want to break the kiss. She wanted to feel his lips against hers forever. She wanted to feel his body against hers. Her hands gripped at him desperatly. It was only for a gasping breath she pulled away. "Then have me..." Eire whispered. If he wanted her... Then he should have her. "All of me... Anything..." She panted between kisses as her body demanded more.

She wanted to share all her thoughts with him. She wanted him to see all she wanted and how she wanted him so.

Eire knew she shouldn't be thinking such things. She shouldn't want all she did, but the ache was there. And it was something Alex couldn't satisfy.

Eamon was surprised at her words. Yes he did want her, but he wanted to get to know her more. Perhaps it was foolish of him, but that was the way he felt. A little more kissing wouldn't hurt anybody though.

Like her, he couldn't get enough of kissing her, this could go on for eternity and it wouldn't bother him in the least. If time could simply stop, so both of them could enjoy this moment. He pushed against her body until he had pushed her against a tree, his mouth continuing the kisses on her own lips.

His hands trailed down her body and held her waist. She seemed so delicate and so soft, but he knew that there was a bit of a fighting spirit in her and that was what he liked. There were many folds to Eire and he was willing to explore each one, in every sense of the word.

Soft little noises of pleasure were taken in by his kiss as his hands wandered her body. That was what she wanted... She wanted his touch... To feel his hands against her skin.

But... But an icy hand gripped her lungs as she began gasping genuinly for breath. Eire pushed at Eamon. Something was wr-

A cold harsh laugh echoed in the darkness, louder than Eire's gasps of panic.

"Well well. You must be Eamon." Came a voice, just as cold. "Now that I have your attention," His eyes flicked over to Eire, and her body dropped limp and still to the ground. "I've been dying to meet you Eamon... I'm Quintus. Her thoughts... They amuse me to no end. Especialy those dark desire she has for you." The tall dark haired vampire stepped from the shadows, his charcoal eyes on Eamon fiercly.

"You're not as weak as the other ones... But are you as foolish?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. "Or are you going to refuse me what I've come for as well? His body was fairly thin, but lithe and toned. He grinned a fanged grin and looked at the girl. "She is quite beautiful... And untouched. I've been searching for such a beautiful girl... I want her."

Eamon felt the change in her immediately and knew that he had let his guard down. She had a killer vampire after her and he could only think of his desire for her. He wanted to smack himself except now wasn't the time. He caught Eire as soon as she went limp and his eyes which were usually a pale green, turned a dark forest green. This was a time for them alone and this one had interfered.

Eamon snorted. "You've been dying to meet me, which must have been really hard on you, considering you died a very long time ago." He wasn't too worried, yet he was worried that perhaps his powers would maybe not be enough. He had full control over them, but something like turning this one into ashes with a single look, would be somewhat useful right now.

Nope, it didn't seem like that would be happening. He kept his thoughts guarded and if anyone tried to get in all they would encounter was a smooth steel wall with no way in. He had learned from the best.

Eamon's eyes never left the vampire as he gently placed Eire on the ground. "You aren't getting her. He stood up straight and looked at the other vampire, his eyes cool. "You'll only have her over my dead body." He meant that with every fiber in his body.

"She's screaming now... In her mind. She's screaming for you... Begging you to help her." He said with a laugh. "Interesting... before she wanted to beg you to take her... Make love to her..."

He was staring intently at Eire's limp body, a beautiful, delicate thing to behold.

"Have you tasted her blood yet Eamon? Have you felt how tight her body is around your fingers..." He grinned, licking his lips hungrly. "Tight and fresh... Her body, so young and delicious... I won't let her go Eamon... Not until I've had my fill of the little darling. And I will kill anyone who gets in my way. Her protector, her other lover... I dont' care who. She will be mine."

Quintus let Eire wake, delighting in the shreak of fear as she clung to Eamon's feet, terrified.

He looked down at her as she began to breath heavily, quickly.

"Eire... Child. Come with me, and I will spare their lives." He said cooly. "I won't hurt them so long as you don't fight me. I will be your sire... And you will serve me in any way I chose." He said, his face looking down at her. "You will not have a choice. I will hunt you down, you know that."

Eire whimpered, trying to hold back her sobs. She... She knew it was true. She wouldn't be able to escape from him. "Eamon... Maybe... Maybe I should..." She whimpered, looking up at him. "Yes..." She said softly as she began to stand slowly. "I should go to him..."

Quintus grinned, wondering why he hadn't tried this before. Her mind was so weak when she was frightened, and though he couldn't bother the vampire's mind, the girl was easy enough. "Yes, come to me child." He said hoding out long clawed fingers towards her.

And Eire obeyed, stepping slowly towards him as if trying, but unable to fight him. In her mind she was screaming, struggling against what he was making her do, trying to call to Eamon.

Eamon watched him, his eyes not betraying his emotions. It was better if he ignored the direct meaning of the words he said. "You know I see your mouth moving but all I hear is blah blah blah." Perhaps it was a little childish but this Quintus had interrupted a time that both him and Eire had been enjoying.

Eamon continued to regard him as his eyes seemed to turn colder, taking on a hue of blue. "I've said it once and I'll say it again. Over. My. Dead. Body." That ought to make it clear.

He watched Eire at his feet as she held on to him. Perhaps he didn't have telepathy, but her intentions towards the other was quite clear. She didn't want to go anywhere near him. That was when Quintus went too far. Eamon wrapped an arm around Eire and the ground beneath their feet shook, rocks in the immediate area were shifting and moving to enable Eamon to use them if need be. "She isn't going anywhere near you. You don't even remotely deserve her. She is way beyond your reach."

"Eamon... I don't want you... I don't ever want to see you again." There was a tone of anger in her voice that the puppet master brought out. "Let me go you blood sucking ass."

Inside Eire was screaming and crying. She was trying to stop him, trying to get him out of her mind, trying to push him away and take her body back. She felt her mouth move though as she spoke, Felt her body fight his as the vampire pulled her out of Eamon's grasp.

"Yes my dear, dear pet. I know how you feel. You don't want to be with him, do you?" He asked, a grin on his face showing long pointed fangs.

"No. I hate him." She said as she took a step forward.

How could he do this to her? How could he make her say all these horrible things?! How could he do this! Eamon didn't believe this did he? He would know that it wasn't really her, right? He knew that she didn't really want to go with this man. He would know that she would rather die than go to him.

His hand reached out to her as she took another step towards him.