Kristopher and Elizabeth's Apartment

Becca froze startled as her small forming plan backfired as she glanced over to him, this movment causing her foot to slip out. She twitched dissapearing from the window, yelping as she fell, rolling her eyes at the irony. Great...poor dudes going to think he's killed me -_-

OH MY FUCKING GOD! Kris bellowed as he watched her fall. BECCA! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT OR WHAT TO SAY? he cried out. He felt the tears form in his eyes. No! he shook his head. Crying is weak! he told himself. He fell to his knees, hitting the ground, causing carpet burns through his jeans. Holding his face in his hands. Blubbering as the black tar poured down his cheeks. He was helpless.

Becca let out a whine as she landed perfectly, looking up at the distance with a frown. She stepped back as she measured her leap. KRIS? She warned shouting up, her voice remainning on a monotone level as she scaled the wall with ease, her head slowly becoming visual over the ledge. She rose a brow noticing him on the ground, suddenly paling as she felt dizzy, grip loosening. ...h-h-is...ability? She frowned grip actually loosening on the window. K-ri-s...c-control your-self! She gasped out.

BECCA? he sounded pleased, for once. He stood up, wiping the blood that trickled down his legs from the impact and the carpet burn. Are you ok? he asked. The blood mixed with the black tar that now stained him anywhere and everywhere. He slowly calmed down, forcing a smile. I am calm, now.

Sadly, Becca was not. She blinked immediatly ceasing to breath, her grip tight on the ledge of the window as she had previously inhaled the scent.... Blood? She cursed inwardly, knowing she was strong enough to resist. A fall like that wont kill me... She answered faintly stiff, intoxicated by this new found scent...it's attraction unbelieveable. Perfectly fine She answered quietly, almost in a dream, still ceasing to breath.

He sensed her mood change, and the eye shade change also. Now a dark black shade, which suddenly turned into complete darkness. He stared down at the blood. Oh shit! He gulped.

Becca closed her eyes smiling tight. Your safe...trust me She mumured calm, feeling the ledge crack slowly under the pressure she was obtaining. She ceased all breathing, cutting off her sense of smell and taste as she opened her eyes again looking at him. I promise your safe She smiled, it faintly looser as she remained on the other side of the window for his own personal satisfaction rather than safety.

Do you want some help? he offered, placing his bloodstained hand out. Black tar still rolling down his cheeks.

Becca cringed faintly at the sight of his hand, shaking her head immediatly. She climb in slowly with ease, her body elegent as she landed silently, looking up at him slowly now, curious. Why is it...you've calmed and yet those tears remain...but unaffective? She questioned, distracting herself from the blood in which was so close...so alluring...

They remain until I er....Ok, so I am not fully calm. he admitted out of fear. He wiped the blood in his jeans and looked up at the ceiling. Soooo... he added, rolling his eyes.

Becca instinctivly reached her finger out, poking the tar in which remained on Kris' cheek, smiling at recieving some warmth. It was clear she was no longer breathing ,her stillness faintly unnerving. You cried thinking I'd died? She questioned quietly slowly looking up at Kris tryng not to be to drawn in...fearing his safety in such a situation. She knew she should leave..but...she didn't wish to.

He blushed. Please don't be flattered if I cry. It is too dangerous, for all we know, I might have just killed a random rabbit in the park! he said with a serious pout obtained. And so what if I was crying because of your near death!? his cheeks flushed, rosy red appearing behind the black gooey tar.

Becca allowed her amusment to grow more gentle as she noticed the blush, gazing at it somewhat in awe, feeling her finger trail from his tears to his cheek again, to absorbed by it to even notice if her touch was hurting him or not. I'm flattered if anyone remebers my name She mumured quietly desperatly wanting to risk a breath, to inhale that sweet scent her throat had already learnt to crave.

He twitched as her icy cold touch hurt his flushed cheeks, knowing he would regret it later, he allowed her to trail her finger along his cheek. The pain somewhat exciting him now. There was a stinging sensation, but he endured it long enough for it to feel like a slight tingle. WOW! he thought to himself, as he allowed a smile to beam. And so you should, a name is a privileged of yourself. he ranted on, to some extent, stuttering as he did so.

She nodded, slowly allowing her palm to cover the blush, her mind completey centered around such a sighting. She hadn't seen someone blush in so long...It was then she took that risk. Her eyes actually widened at the intensity of the scent, feeling even more intoxicated than earlier. She forced herself calm once again, slowly withdrawing her hand as she felt her throat groan in protest. Sorry She whispered sheepishly, holidng her hands back from him.

What are you apologising for? he questioned in worry. He wiped the tar from his cheeks with his sleeve, doing so, revealed the blush to a further extent. Becca? Why are you sorry? he repeated.

For basically molesting your cheek Becca mumured some what casual, her smile growing gently as she leaned in closer to inspect the blush once more grinning now. Why is it you are blushing Kris? She questioned completely innocent.

Oh ok. he mumbled. Panic over. he told himself. Wait...oh fuck, explain the blush? Holy crow! his heartbeat accelerating. I am certainly not blushing! he lied, feeling the redness of the blush becoming more vigorous.

Becca felt her smile increase upon her face as she kept the distance at that level as she risked another poke against his chin. Why is your face all red then hm? She teased gently completly amused by the situation, her grin growing wider as a set of delicate white teeth showed from behind her plump lips.

Ok, so let's say I was blushing, hypothetically of course, what does that have to do with anything? he said in a slight whine. He pouted and looked down at his shoes.

Becca giggled gently, the sound melodic as she crouched, forcing his gaze on her again stubbornly. I was just interested to why you where blushing... She laughed, once again taking a small inhale, feeling at a new foudn high with this scent. It was unbeleiveable!

Hmmph. he sulked. You'll get yours missy! he giggled. He gazed at her, watching her as she had only took a small breath. Aren't you going to breathe? he questioned.

Becca looked to Kris as she slowly stood to her original position, frowning slightly nervous. Firstly...I don't blush She said simply with a shrug. And...secondly...yes, I'm not going to breath She admitted to him, completely addicted to his scent, her desire to cling to it growing causing her to worry inwardly over it.

You don't blush? Holy crow. he said gobsmacked. And may I ask why you are not going to breathe? he asked, smiling.

She froze shocked at the pleasent attitude behind his smile. She had the sudden urge to touch his cheek again but with held it, actually afraid to answer. Don't like to She lied with a smile, crossing her arms gently trying her best not to be absorbed at all possible.