Kristopher and Elizabeth's Apartment

Ok? he muttered with a quizzical expression upon his face. So...don't vampires breathe then? Or is that just you? he asked.

Her hands began to twitch as she chewed her lip gently. Just...me? She piped out quietly, in desperate need of warning him of what his scent was doing to her...She smiled tightly restraining all bodily orders to even trace his skin, the urges...
She didn't want to hurt him.

Kris was oblivious to how she was now reacting to his scent. Cuppa tea? he asked, heading towards the kitchen. Promise it won't be like the gloopy thing back in the waffle house, you know, the thing you forced into my mouth? he giggled at the thought.

Becca let out a small sigh of relief as the scent faded slightly. She felt herself hit the chair breathing out loud. She smiled hearing him giggle, feeling some what at peace...but also at termoil. Could she be so selfish as to risk his life? ...sounds great! She called, glaincing out the window again cringing. Sunlight.
Oh she was indeed a selfish person.

How many sugars? he shouted through to the living room, his voice echoed, as though she was silent and still; no movement. And..er..Want a biccy? he again shouted. He felt as though he had to entertain her and take his and her mind off the blood that was stained on his trousers and the carpeted flooring. He was not ready to die, not yet anyway, he had to think about this at that very moment because of course, there was a vampire sitting in his living room. You offered her refreshments Kris? he asked himself in disbelief. He found himself once again, drawn to Becca.
He flicked on the kettle, watching it as it heated up. The steam and warmth hitting his face. He opened the cupboard and took two cups out, alongside a box of biscuits and placed them besides the kettle. Hearing the flick click loudly, he poured the hot contents from the kettle to the cups and put a tea bag in each. Adding milk to the liquid and stirring it around with a spoon, still waiting for her reply.

Becca was out of the chair in an instant, the sunlight entering the window. She frowned, now on the otherside of the room, pressed against the wall. Everything had happened in seconds. As much sugar as possible...no food She called, her eyes constantly on the rays of sun, her back pushing further and further against the wall in fear of it hitting her. She growled a little and began scaling along the wall until she was at the doorway, completely shaded. Phew She breathed out.

He spooned quite a lot of sugar into her cup and sighed. I never knew that vampires loved sugar...hmmm. he bit his bottom lip and watched her as she approached the doorway to the kitchen that he stood in. So, you do breathe then. he giggled, handing her the cup. He turned and placed the box of biscuits back in the cupboard. He quickly turned back around and stared at her, taking a sip of his own tea.

Becca held onto the cup extremly gentle, staying as far away from those rays of light which seemed to be taunting her at this moment. She inhaled the scent of the tea, once again greatful that something was distracting her from his scent. I...breath when I want to She mumured, looking up only to notice him staring at her. She would have blushed if she where able to, her hands faintly tightening on the mug as she slowly took a sip of the tea, uncaring of the burning sensation it caused to her throat...along with new found contentment.

He smiled. Fine, you do as you wish Becca. he said playfully. He took another sip of his tea and then placed it on the counter top. So... was all he could say as he watched her intensely as she moved slightly each time the sun rays came closer to her. Are you ok? he asked.

Becca's nod was stiff as she darted all of a sudden next to him in the remaining shade, having her fingertips cought the sunlight. She looked up at him slowly, gaze innocent. I'm fine She chimed quietly, holding the cup close to her face smiling faintly now unaware of the sunlight as she looked at Kris.

He saw it; the glistening of her skin. The exquisiteness and the iridescent colours that were now made known by the sunlight hitting her elegantly. He stared down at it, amazed and shocked. Its beautiful. The colours. The glistening. WOW! he stuttered. WOW! he whispered as he continued to stare at her skin.

Becca's eyes widened as she dove behind Kris, causing the contact with the sunlight to end. She frowned as she poked her head up over his shoulder slowly, clutching the cup tightly in faint shame. Beautiful...huh She mumured, her breath dusting his shoulder as she looked up at him from behind. It's unatural She frowned.

Unnatural? he laughed. So being a vampire and crying evil tear things, is not unnatural? he questioned, raising his eyebrows, a faint smile expressed.

Becca gazed up at Kris in a small amount of disbelief, eyes glinting gently in thought. ...I'm like a bloody christmas decortation She managed to mumur,pulling her gaze away from Kris as she was tempted to inhale once again...being so close and inhaling would be to dangerous...You try becoming a humanised crystal when you step into sunlight She sighed.

He giggled lightly at what she called her misfortune. May I add, having such a beautiful advantage to your, er, being a vampire, is really good. he sighed. I don't know what else to say. he frowned. Quite hot in here ain't it? he said, turning on the fan. That's better. he smiled as he stood in front of the fan to cool himself down.

She rolled her eyes giving up as she took a seat on the floor, unable to escape the sunlight. She sipped at her tea quietly, fingertips glistening in the sunlight, the rest of her body covered in clothing. She watched Kris slowly, vision kept upon how the air fell...his hair...
She visably choked as his scent hit her, using the tea as an excuse she coughed, covering her mouth. O-oh god! She inwardly gasped.

He continued to stand in front of the fan. He breathed out and turned on the radio. Not Alone by McFLY blasted loudly through the speakers. It sent a shiver up Kris' spine as he quickly turned it down. Sorry about that. he said, embarrassed slightly. He washed the blood off his hands and sat down beside her. Quiet. Waiting for her to speak.

It took a small while for Becca to regain her composure, her hands slowly falling from her face, landing tightly in her lap next to the emptied mug. She let out a loud breath, refusing to breath inward at all, determindly set on her hands. Self control...keep it... She placed her hand up in hopes of distracing herself, letting the sun hit it completely. Don't worry about itShe whispered, faintly amused as she looked at him, hand still in the air.

Why are you holding your hand in the air Becca? he asked, concerned. He gazed onto her eyes, feeling weak and tired. He yawned and lay down on the cold tiled flooring. Resting his head on a tea towel that he had snatched off the counter above him.

You never cease to amaze me She whispered chuckling as she slowly noticed the glittering effect on her hand, watching it in detail to herself, lowering her hand watching it fade. It to amazed her. Becca glanced down to Kris and risked poking his cheek, wanting to see how her touch effected his skin, constantly testing..experimenting.

How do I amaze you? You are the one glowing in the sun! he questioned. He continued to lie on the floor, closing his eyes for a second or two. He yawned yet again.

Becca slowly let her palm grace Kris' cheek in wonder, her gaze childlike at the warm sensation she was feeling from his skin. Your to carefree She whispered gently, not wanting to disrupt his calming state. She smiled a little more, still refusing to breath in his presence.

If you say so. he said whilst yawning. This time, when he closed his eyes, he kept them closed. He was drifting off into sleep. Soon he was breathing heavily and rolling onto his side.

Becca smiled wide watching him curiously, tilting her head gently amused. She glanced over to the couch and pondered wether to move him. The floor couldn't be to comfortable....
She grinned huge as she easily picked Kris from the floor gently, dropping him on the couch quiet, giggling to herself amused. She once again poked his cheek, this time her touch remaining. She frowned to herself. Ha...I'm such a stalker... She shook her head going to pull her hand away.

Don't. he whispered. Placing his hand on hers so that it remained on his cheek. Its a different sensation. he added and pulled the pillow under his head.