Drusilla was not sure what to make of this strange occurrence and the suggestive remarks and jokes her classmates made really weren't helping. Neither was the look on William's face.
In the end she tucked the portrait away in a folder, deciding that it would be best to show it to a priest and ask him what to do with it. The rose, however? She wasn't sure what to do with that.
In the end she simply clutched it in her hands when she left class, pondering who could.have done this and why.
He could have walked up to her, of course, but Liam chose to watch from a distance, staring at her as if willing her to turn around and find him on her own.
She said she didn't want to hear his thoughts, but if she really could do what she said, he was going to make himself heard.
Whether it was because she could feel his thoughts, mere coincidence or the weight of his gaze, Drusilla slowly turned and ended up looking right at Liam. Her heart was beating up to her throat and she looked at him, transfixed, until she felt something wet on her hand.
She looked down and a blood drop fell from her hand, landing on the floor. She had hurt herself on the rose he'd given her. Drusilla raised her hand to her lips, tongue darting out to lap at the wound and her eyes found Liam once more.
At first, his expression could almost have been described as reverent, as if he was watching something so beautiful that he wished to worship it. When she lifted her hand to taste her own blood, however, the smile that lit up his features was nothing other than wicked.
He walked over to her, his path straight and unwavering. If someone wanted to try to make him be the one to turn or shift, they were free to walk into him and pay the price later.
Once he reached Drusilla, he took her wounded hand in hers and lifted it to his lips so that he too could have a taste.
"Oh." Drusilla tried to pull her hand away, but only with little strength. She didn't want to anger Liam, who was probably just trying to be nice. "You needn't do that."
She watched him, feeling her chest tightening, in conjunction with how her heart was hammering away in it, and finally she actually pulled her hand free and cradled it against her chest, not caring if it'd stain her blouse. "Pleaee, you mustn't."
Drusilla lowered her head and stared at the ground, feeling her cheeks burning.
Drusilla kept her eyes on the ground, determined not to look at him again. She could still see his face in her mind. He was beautiful, his smile was like an angel's. But how he made her feel wasn't angelic at all. She stared at the drop of blood that had fallen from her hand unto the floor before. Tainted.
"I'm sorry." She desperately hoped that he would never find out what she had to apologise for. "I should go. I--"
Wait. She looked up, her eyes making his and something at her core feeling as if she had been electrified. "Was it you? The rose?" Her blush deepened. "You shouldn't. Not for me."
"Like what?" Curiosity had decided to take over for her, which she instantly regretted. She pressed her lips together and looked at him, finally shaking her head slowly.
"Your outside doesn't match your inside at all. You are beautiful."
Oh, this girl was just catnip, pure and simple. Liam laughed, a giddy and somewhat disturbed little sound.
"Frightening. I like that."
Lying was fun sometimes, but in the case of Drusilla he was pretty convinced that sticking with carefully selected truths would be much more rewarding.
"You--" Drusilla wanted to say no, while part of her also wanted to step closer to him again. She wanted to run her hand along his face and that thought made her ball both hands up into fists, just to be safe from her own urges. "I can walk alone. You don't have to. It's not very far at all."
She closed her eyes, trying to strengthen all resolve. "I won't get lost."
Maybe she could stop herself from stepping closer, but Liam had no interest in suppressing any urges, and so the distance between them was closed all the same as he took a step toward her and bent down a little so that he could speak in almost a whisper.
There was no real need to do this, he just had a tendency to add a bit of dramatic flair to most situations he found himself in. Especially those that excited him.
"No. I'm good." She shook her head slightly in denial, feeling as if his body radiated heat like waves, entirely too aware of how close he was, even though her eyes were closed. Finally she opened them again and moved her hand, holding the rose he had gifted her out to him. "I'm very sorry, but I am not for you."
Drusilla crossed herself as she watched Liam, not even aware of the gesture, or else she might have realised that it was perhaps a little ridiculous. But her heart was beating fast and she wasn't sure what to say. "I don't want any man." It seemed stupid to call him a boy now. The whole thing was just a little surreal. "I don't date."
"I want to-- want to serve the Lord." It sounded strange saying it while looking at him, but Drusilla knew it was a test of her faith, of her conviction. Unfortunately, she felt as if she was failing it. "I'm sorry. I don't want to turn you to sin."
"Oh." Drusilla looked at him and once more the thoughts and images came unbidden. She finally let out a prayer and then turned around, running off as fast as she possibly could, although it seemed as if her steps still didn't go as fast as her heart was beating. How could she outrun something she carried along inside her?
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In the end she tucked the portrait away in a folder, deciding that it would be best to show it to a priest and ask him what to do with it. The rose, however? She wasn't sure what to do with that.
In the end she simply clutched it in her hands when she left class, pondering who could.have done this and why.
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She said she didn't want to hear his thoughts, but if she really could do what she said, he was going to make himself heard.
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She looked down and a blood drop fell from her hand, landing on the floor. She had hurt herself on the rose he'd given her. Drusilla raised her hand to her lips, tongue darting out to lap at the wound and her eyes found Liam once more.
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He walked over to her, his path straight and unwavering. If someone wanted to try to make him be the one to turn or shift, they were free to walk into him and pay the price later.
Once he reached Drusilla, he took her wounded hand in hers and lifted it to his lips so that he too could have a taste.
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She watched him, feeling her chest tightening, in conjunction with how her heart was hammering away in it, and finally she actually pulled her hand free and cradled it against her chest, not caring if it'd stain her blouse. "Pleaee, you mustn't."
Drusilla lowered her head and stared at the ground, feeling her cheeks burning.
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His tone was cheerful and carefree, even as he licked some of Drusilla's blood off of his lips.
"Didn't you like it?"
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Drusilla kept her eyes on the ground, determined not to look at him again. She could still see his face in her mind. He was beautiful, his smile was like an angel's. But how he made her feel wasn't angelic at all. She stared at the drop of blood that had fallen from her hand unto the floor before. Tainted.
"I'm sorry." She desperately hoped that he would never find out what she had to apologise for. "I should go. I--"
Wait. She looked up, her eyes making his and something at her core feeling as if she had been electrified. "Was it you? The rose?" Her blush deepened. "You shouldn't. Not for me."
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He brushed his knuckles over her blushing cheeks, delighted that he could get such strong reactions from her.
"I want to do a lot of things when I look at you."
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"Your outside doesn't match your inside at all. You are beautiful."
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If that betrayed a very arrogant assumption about his good looks, well...
It was.
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She finally tried to pull away from him, stepoing backwards. "I have to go home. My mother will be waiting."
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"Frightening. I like that."
Lying was fun sometimes, but in the case of Drusilla he was pretty convinced that sticking with carefully selected truths would be much more rewarding.
"I could walk you home, if you'd like."
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She closed her eyes, trying to strengthen all resolve. "I won't get lost."
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There was no real need to do this, he just had a tendency to add a bit of dramatic flair to most situations he found himself in. Especially those that excited him.
"Would you like to?"
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"Why not?"
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To actually make someone cross themselves to ward him off was new, but absolutely delightful.
"And again I find myself asking why not?"
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His grin was wide and gleeful, even as he took a step back from her.
"I did that all by myself a long time ago."
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