There was something about Timira’s stare that brought a smirk to the mans face. So demonic, yet so angelically pure were the red and blue. He could feel his mortality stir within him, desperate to catch a glimpse of the strange, enticing beauty that stood with her hands on her hips.

The way she said her name, neither breathe nor statement, but something in between.

He could feel her battle against her self. He felt it himself as well, the yearning to fall into her arms. It was the price of the undead lovers, the constant battle with instincts.

“Timira.” He responded, feeling his voice savor the sound of her name. For a fraction of a second, his eyes flashed blue.

“How’d you get in here?” Her voice was fierce, yet her hands were already wringing her wrists.

“One of your new…friends left the window open.” He said with a knowing smile. “She’s rather pretty, if your into blondes that is.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and it made him want her even more. Damyx took a step forward, watching her step back in return. They played the same game until he had her pinned against the door frame.

His left hand rested in the small of her back, while his right locked it in place. He took a lock of her hair in his hands, twiddling it with his finger tips. “The last time you wore braids was when I met you.”

Her breathe was so shallow, her heart like a dying birds. “I-I hadn’t thought of it.” She didn’t pull away from his embrace, he smiled with jagged teeth.

Damyx pressed their foreheads together, taking in her scent. “Your mine, you know that right?”

“Remember who you are…”

Her eyes widened, what was she doing? Timira looked up into Damyx’s eyes, why was he doing this to her?

Before she had a chance to respond to his statement, she heard a soft knock on the door.

“Timira? It’s me, Jack. I, um brought you some hot chocolate. Eliza always did for me after I had a bad day and well, hell. Are you alright?”

A unhuman growl radiated from Damyx’s throat. “I’ll kill that son of a-”

Before he had time to finish his statement, Timira had flung him away from her. “Get out, now.” Her eyes were bright.

“I’ll be back, I’m your one and only after all.” Damyx said with a gruff voice, no one was going to take Timira away from him.

She watched him disappear out the open window, it was seven fifteen. Timira kicked herself, she had forgotten that Eliza had cracked the window.

“Timira?” A voice asked, muffled by the closed door.

Sliding the dead bolt, she opened the door. “Jack…” Without a second thought, she kissed him. Screw Damyx.