Arven collapses to the side, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He watches her with hooded eyes as she sits up and stretches, revealing the marks his fingers left on her skin. The sight sends a shiver of desire down his spine.

"Now," he says with a grin, "we take a shower."

He stands up, pulling her to her feet before guiding her toward the bathroom. Once inside, he turns on the shower and steps in under the spray, waiting for her to join him. She hesitates for only a moment before stepping into the water with him, letting the hot stream wash away the remnants of their passionate encounter.

As they stand beneath the spray, Arven reaches for her, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that speaks of the feelings he can't quite put into words.

Vandem thinks for a moment. He hates the idea of hurting humans, but he needs blood. And if there's any way to get it without having to kill... maybe this is an opportunity. "I don't want to hurt anyone," Vandem says at last. "If I could have your blood without harming you..."

Arven smirks slightly. "Well, it does hurt a bit at first," he admits, "but once you get past that initial sting... it's actually quite pleasurable."

"Alright then," Vandem says slowly. "If you're sure I won't hurt you... I would be willing to try it." He swallows hard, feeling the ache in his fangs as they press against his gums. Arven smirks again, stepping closer to him until their bodies are almost touching.

"Just remember," he warns softly, "I will always be watching you. And if I ever think you're getting out of line...

Arven frowns, confused. "Your...?" he asks carefully, not wanting to presume anything.

The girl looks up at him, her eyes still red and puffy from crying. "He saved me when I was a child," she explains shakily. "Took me in and raised me as his own. He was the only family I ever had." Tears begin to stream down her face again.

Arven hesitates for a moment before deciding to tell her the truth. "He... he died." The girl's face crumples in despair at his words, and Arven winces, wishing there was some other way to break it to her. "But," he continues carefully, "he didn't die alone. He had a long life, filled with love and friendship..." His voice trails off as he watches the girl process this information.

Arven takes another step closer, narrowing his eyes further. "And she lets you drink from her?" he asks again, voice dangerously low now. "Or do you force yourself on her?" The thought of one vampire abusing another doesn't sit well with him.

Arven studies your face, searching for any sign of deception or manipulation. After a long moment, he seems to believe you. "Fine," he says eventually, his tone still cool but less hostile than before. "I won't kill you...this time." He pauses and then adds with a smirk, "But I might have some other ideas for us..."

His gaze drops to your throat again, and you can feel your heart begin to race.

The vampire hunter snarls as you slap him again, harder this time. His head snaps to the side from the force of it and he stumbles back a step, rubbing his now-stinging cheek once more. "Fuck you!" he growls, glaring at you with anger in his eyes. "I didn't mean it like that! I was just offering a solution..." He pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing. "

"Prove it," the vampire hunter says through gritted teeth. "Show me your resources, and prove that you don't need to kill anyone to get blood." He takes another step closer, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Because if you can't... I will end you myself."

"I think," he says with a lopsided grin, "that you might just be pregnant."

Arven chuckles at her words, rolling off of her to lay beside her on the rumpled bed. He reaches up to run a hand through his sweaty hair, trying to catch his breath and regain some sense of control. "We'll see," he says noncommittally. "For now, let's get some sleep."

He closes his eyes, hoping that rest will help him forget the strange bond they share for a little while longer.