Erich had never fully realized that 'other' part of himself--that predatory edge he'd had, even as a child. Others apparently had, for most people had tended to instinctively limit their interaction with him. Those that chose to be close to him usually ended up fearing him in the end. He'd been too cold and had exhibited a deadly lack of emotion....far too much for most to handle. Except for Cammie, who had taken him for who he was without asking too many questions. A model partner, really. A true friend. In the end, it had been that 'other' essence of himself that had made him the perfect solider...the perfect machine he'd become by the end of his days. He'd done his duties without a backward glance nor a twinge of guilt...even if it meant the elimination of another soul. There had never been joy in those killings, however. Just the broad expanse of nothingness that was his trademark.
He considered her words for a moment, crystal gaze dipping to take in the sassy curvature of her lips. It looked good on her, that smirk--he liked the playful, confident way in which she carried herself. "All things considered, you could say that." The far right corner of his lips quirked just slightly in the barest hint of a smirk. "Ten years old, or about. Though who can be sure? When you have eternity drawn out before you...the days, they bleed together." He was sure she knew all about that...he could sense that the woman was far, far more powerful than she let on. Just what exactly she was capable of remained to be seen, but Erich had a feeling there wasn't much this woman couldn't do. Not with a pedigree like the one she'd stated.
The little rim of gold that shimmered at the edge of her vision seemed to intensify his body's reaction to her. His brows narrowed just slightly in response to the immediate burn in his blood, having been taken slightly aback by it. Was this one of the woman's powers? Was she some kind of succubus, able to control his desires? Or was it as simple as what she'd said...that their beasts were calling to one another? He'd not had an ounce of alcohol...he rarely indulged, as losing even a shred of his composed self control was simply unacceptable to Erich. Yet something about this woman invoked a sense of warmth, something akin to coming home...a feeling so entirely foreign to him, that his guard went up almost immediately. Erich had never known such a sensation, not in life nor beyond...there was no home, so warmth...just the cold, the ice...the indifference. To feel that sudden shift was uncomfortable at best.
Her wrapped his large hand over the fine boned one of her own, his blue eyes flaring with an unmistakable blaze as her nails brushed the flesh of his wrist. It was like the completion of some sort of circuit, that electric hum that he'd sensed between them now raging free and strong now that flesh rested on flesh. It seemed in a single instant, his body demanded her, in any way it could have her. He wanted to bite her, to taste that strangely new yet familiar blood, to share whatever warmth she seemed to radiate.Wanted it so badly, in fact, that his throat burned like the Sahara at high noon. At the same time, the animal in him wanted to push her up on the bar and simply take her, to ravage the pleasures of her body while feeling those nails rake down the cold flesh of back. Just the same, he also felt the urge to get away...that there was danger here, somehow, even if he was immortal. What that danger was, he didn't know...but it was there all the same.
Somehow, he managed to keep from doing any of those things, though no effort was made to keep the hurricane of primal desires from his gaze. Those icy windows did little good to conceal his thoughts, and were often the only indication of emotion from the male. Many a man had realized their fate too late, a flash of blue their only indication of impending death right before it was delivered. "The pleasures mine, I'm sure, Sabrina Snow." He was quite impressed with the way her tongue rolled over his name, found it oddly sexy in fact. "As I'm sure it will again. I was a Reitz for a while." When he'd come to America, he'd taken Reitz as a surname to avoid any possible suspicions on his heritage, as his country had ordered. He'd taken back his birth name after his change...for what was the point of concealing it anymore?
He slowly released her hand, is palm tingly with the aftermath of her touch. His gaze flicked to the colorful designs swirling up the length of her slender arms, and unable to help himself, he brushed a finger across those colors. He found he hadn't quite been ready to break physical contact with her...for as unnerving as his craving for her was, it was also quite addicting. "These are interesting. Have they importance...er, that is meaning to you?" Damn his English. He supposed it was a good thing that he would have plenty of time to work on perfecting the language.
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The scars inside don't heal
The pain no more can I feel
I'm callous, alone, but unafraid
For better or worse I've changed
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