Hello, hello! I'm Clarissa, you may know me as Alistair's mate, but don't let that fool you. He may be the head, but I am the neck which tells the head where to turn.
(RP blog, bro)
Conley looked up at Clarissa, “My name is Conley” he answered as he took in a breath and squeezed Carter’s hand a little “I don’t know how many years I have.” he added, not realizing just how old he was exactly, since he’d never learned about things such as time and how many days in a year. “I want to talk to you”
"Oh? And what is it you want to talk to me about, Conley?" Clarissa asked with a small amused smile, obviously not seeing Conley as much of a threat. He was intriguing and mysterious to her, but still small and unassuming. She was confident he wouldn’t be able to do much harm to her.
That was her first mistake.
He looked up sharply when she said she had thought about giving him Carter. “Disgusting. Absolutely not. She screws a wolf. Plus she’s insufferable. I don’t understand why you keep her around. All she does it bitch,” he complained. “Yes. A toad would be much preferable,” he grumbled. “Plus, she’d probably figure out some way to stake me!”
“Mum,” he whined. “I don’t need you find me a mate!” he complains, blushing a bit. Even at five hundred years old, having the sex talk with your mother was embarrassing. Let alone her offering to find a girlfriend for you.
"I find her amusing," Clarissa said with a fond grin. She shook her head. "But no worries. You don’t have to sleep with her if you do not want to. Though she would hardly stake you. I have complete power over her and her wolf." She shook her head. "They can’t touch you." She stroked his cheek lightly.
"And I’m not talking about a mate per se. You don’t need to stay with her if you don’t like. I’m just offering a distraction. Something to make you less sexually frustrated. Unless you’d rather keep using your hand whenever the mood strikes you.” She shrugged lightly. “It makes no difference to me. I’m just offering you a real person to use instead.”
Caeden watched Clarissa intently wondering what she was thinking. He knew he was in trouble, he knew there was no way in getting out of it- but he didn’t have to be happy about it. “No one’s going to believe her anyway! How many people even know I’m a vampire? You say it yourself all the time! No one suspects me to be one!” he nearly pouts.
Hearing her mention the wolves, he snorted. “And the humans won’t get mad with us raging full out war in their streets? You’re burning buildings down!”
Caeden studied the woman he regarded as his mother. When she offered her hand, he took it instantly, just out of pure habit. He liked being babied by Clarissa, even after all these years he enjoyed the contact. He could tell though, from her expression, that this wasn’t going to be one of those hush hush, mummy will take care of it things. He was actually in trouble. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it! It was driving me nuts! It won’t happen again, promise!”
"It was one building and it needed renovations anyway. I don’t need to explain myself to you, dear," Clarissa said as she led him out of the room and down to the basement of the house.
"Yes, I know you’re sorry. And that’s good. However, it was irresponsible of you. You know there’s a blood bank. And I have Carter’s blood, some of the best kind in my opinion, right here in the house. You don’t need to go dropping on humans these days, lovely. There are other ways to obtain blood. Have I taught you nothing? Self-control, my dear. Self-control. It will get you everywhere, believe me. You just need to learn how to control yourself."
She took him into the basement and closed the door, moving to the chest that was against the wall. She pulled on some gloves and opened it, lifting out a small wooden cross. She turned to him then with a sorrowful look on her face. “This will hurt me more than it will hurt you, my love,” she said sadly, stepping toward him with the cross in her hand.
He had barely noticed the cut before Clarissa was over at his side and sniffing his hand. His eyes closed when she licked it before the wound healed itself. When she described it he couldn’t help but think about Carter. She was the only one that had ever tasted his blood. “Yes ma’am” he looked up at her before shifted his eyes back to the ground. Taking in a deep breath he tilted his head to the side waiting for her fangs to penetrate.
Clarissa felt her fangs push out. While this was more for curiosity’s sake than hunger, she couldn’t deny that the warm, fresh blood would be lovely. She stepped up behind him, and her fingers brushed through his hair at the back of his neck. She traced his jugular lightly with her fingertip, making note of its position. She leaned down then and gently grazed her sharp fangs over the spot behind it, keeping her fingers buried gently in his hair to keep it out of her way as she bit down.
Her eyes drifted closed as her mouth was filled with his warm blood. It was such an interesting taste. She didn’t really know how to describe it. Her other hand moved to his stomach, traveling up his mostly bare torso to his chest as she held him against her, drinking down his blood with a soft moan at the taste.