Damian rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't bite," Much. He almost laughed at that, and a small chuckle escaped his pale pink lips. He didn't want her to be mad at him.

"You can leave if you like," he said sadly, hoping she wouldn't leave." But if you don't want to, I can make you breakfast. I make some mean bacon and eggs." he laughed at that, grabbing a shirt quickly and crossing over to the small kitchen he had installed into his room a while back.

He found the bacon and eggs, put everything out, then started his morning ritual of the day. Though cooking breakfast for a human wasn't the usual one. He hummed to himself, a tune that he found intriguing.

"Now I lay me down to sleep,
Pray the lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake.
Pray the lord my soul to take."

Denthe shrugged her shoulders. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall as she looked out the window. "Were did you put my bag?" she asked. 

"Over by the door," he answered, not turning around. The food was ready and he put it on a plate.

"Sorry if it's not dinner, but ... yeah only thing I really have," he laughed, sitting on the table and control the shadows so that her food didn't get cold until she ate it. (I don't know xD ).

Turning towards the door, she spotted her bag. A soft growl rumbled in her throat as she walked over to snatch it up. Looking through it, she found nothing missing. But she still didn't trust Damian for she wasn't sure of his true intentions.

Walking over to the table, she sat down and munched on a peice of bacon.

(REPLY ON THE OTHER ONE DANG IT XD )

Damian just smiled at her and took a sip of his drink, though it looked like coolaid it was his blood drink.

[[Braindead for that one, Dammit!]]

Denthe leaned one elbow on the table with her head on her hand. Her jaw was working as she chewed more bacon. Her brown eyes were at her food as she used her fork to move her food around her plate.

She'd need to practice tonight since she was too tired to do it last night.

Damian yawned and took another sip.

"Are you going to eat that?"

[[Something interesting needs to happen in this one...]]

Denthe scowled. "I'll eat when I'm ready," she growled.

(( Okay xD Lets have her..be a little riskey then?  Like she ends up cutting herself on something xD ))

"No need to be mean," he replied.

[[True... But how will she cut herself... -gets idea- Denthe might have a small dagger in one of her combat boots. -shifty eyes-]]

Not responding to what Damian had said, Denthe pulled out a small dagger. It was hidden in her left boot, near the top. "But you were the one to bring me here without my consent," she said under her breath.

He froze and stared at the knife. He would heal quickly, but if she cut herself, he wouldn't be able to resist.

"Put down the dagger. And you were asleep, I didn't have your key. I wasn't about to go through your bag like some stalker." he replied calmly.

((LOL sexy .. ))

Denthe swirled the knife in her fingers as her eyes watched it catch the light in the kitchen. The blade was about three inches long, but it was curved. "Why?" she asked. Then she stopped twirling it and held the dagger still. The curved part ran even with the skin of her lower arm.

"Why put the dagger down? Because if you don't one of us is going to get hurt," he said, watching the dagger carefully.

Denthe chuckled. "Hurt?" she asked in slight disbelief. "I've worked with blades since I was ten, and I havn't made a mistake."

[[Damian should say something that'll totally shock her into letting the dagger fall.]]

(( like what? ))

"Well maybe you should have thought about saying that before you had a chance to remember that you killed your little brother," he snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.

(random, but it works xD ))

Denthe froze and the dagger slipped out of her hand; the blade cut through the skin on her palm. It went deep, but very thin. Blood welled up. Then, her eyes narrowed. "How the hell did you find that out!" she yelled; suddenly angry.

He didn't hear anything, only the sweet sound of skin cutting and the pump of blood from her hand. His eyes turned bright red, and long sharp fangs protruded from his gums. A sweet pain made his teeth sink into his lip. Immediately, he had tackled her over the table and had her on the floor, his body holding her down as he drank the sweet nectar from her hand. It was ecasity.

A cat-like purr escaped his lips in happiness.

Denthe cried out as Damian tackled her to the ground. Her breathing quicked as she felt a puling sensation moving towards her hand. Arching her back, her stomach was pushing against his chest. What was Damian? What kind of creature?

He growled low in his chest and pulled himself away from her hand, only to dive at the side of her neck with fangs as sharp as gl*censored*. He sunk his teeth down and moaned in pleasure holding her down so she wouldn't break free of him.