ungodly hour (aurelia)

[BENJAMIN KANST]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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At first, it was only one murder. It was New York City, and Ben usually left his lays alone in Shiver to the mercy of his coven once he was done with them. Statistically speaking, the chances of the women he slept with getting murdered where higher than usual. In this city, usual was already pretty high. So, at first, Ben had written off the first murder. Then the second one. Then the third. By the fourth, he was starting to get suspicious. The police were starting to ask questions, dig around in his personal life. They were starting to make the connection that all the women had in common was Ben. He had been the last one to see them alive and he had been the last one seen with them. Once the connection was made, he noticed there were more cops hanging around his club. They weren't as sneaky as they thought they were. Ben could see from a distance who was a detective and who wasn't. It was always the same hawkish eyes that gave them away. Plus, they never drank. But now that they were onto him, Ben had to be more careful. He wasn't simply about to power down his sex drive and disappear, it would be nearly impossible for him to do so. Instead, he attempted to be more careful about whom he slept with. Or at least he thought so.

Six murders now. Even his coven was suspicious. Ben had to reassure them that he was fully aware of who he had killed and who he hadn't. He was absolutely positive that he had left these women completely alive. Besides, he never left his kills in such an obvious place as to be discovered. It had been almost two weeks since the first murder and by this point, Ben was starting to get paranoid. There were stalkers and then there was....whatever this was. To avoid the police, Ben had decided it was best to stay low for a couple of weeks. Eventually there would be another murder and they couldn't pin it on him. Hopefully. Four days. That's how long Ben had gone without having sex. Four days. It was like the Earth had stopped revolving. By now, he was sex-deprived, paranoid and not happy at all. The smallest things would set him off. He'd probably consumed over 20 bottles of vodka just to keep himself sane and his drug use had gone up considerably. Surprisingly enough, Ben had somehow managed to keep himself under control by locking himself in the flat above Shiver. It was slowly driving him crazy though. He was far too social to put up with isolation. Still, things were starting to smooth over and he was noticing the police were moving on to different suspects.

For the first time in four days, Ben dared to venture down into the chaos of sweating bodies and pulsating music. And for the first time in his life, he found himself repulsed by the flashing lights and hoards of drunk women. Something was wrong with him. Instead of trying to find a quick fuck, Ben found himself stealing another bottle of vodka from the bar and a few hits of ecstasy before heading back up to his flat. As the door to the private elevator closed, Ben leaned against the railing and let the first pill melt on his tongue. He washed it down with a gulp from the bottle of vodka. The doors slid open and Ben sighed, walking through them into his flat. It was a mess. This was the only place that he owned that Ben had bothered to make his own. He never brought girls up here or anybody really. It was the only place he could truly call home. Or the closest thing he would ever have to one again. He flipped on a few lights and made his way to the bathroom. Placing the bottle by the sink, Ben stripped his shirt off and tossed it to the side. He flicked the water on and strolled into the adjoining bedroom. As he grabbed a pair of pajama pants, Ben paused for a second to glance at the painting on the once empty wall of his bedroom.

It was of his family and his hometown. Or well, what he could remember of them. The memories had faded long ago and it killed him to know that he couldn't remember them exactly. He only allowed his gaze to linger for a second though. His human life was something he didn't want to remember. Grabbing the pants, he walked back to the bathroom and stripped to take a shower. There was no need for a shower, but he just needed a way to relax. It was only a brief and five minutes later, Ben stepped out. He dried himself off, pulled the pants on and draped the towel over his head. As he walked out, Ben grasped the bottle in his hand and lazily strolled through the flat. From here he could feel the light pulsing of the music in the club below, but it was some what therapeutic. Navigating the hallways of the flat, Ben found himself standing in the living room next to the only window in the entire place. Strange, he didn't remember leaving it open. He didn't pay any attention to it though. Already his metabolism was processing the drugs and he was starting to feel incredibly carefree. It would only last a few minutes though. Walking over to the couch, he placed the bottle on the floor and collapsed on the sofa. It seemed so quiet and all of sudden, Ben felt very alone. His eyes closed and everything just seemed to..disappear.

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[AURELIA KANST]

you may be a sinner,

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BUT YOUR INNOCENCE IS MINE.[/center]

The night air rushing into Aurelia's hairline kept it out of her face, her sunglasses working as a shield to keep the wind from drying out her eyes. She barely registered traffic around her, maneuvering between cars like they weren't even there, right hand pulling a little too much on the acceleration. Her weapons were strapped to the back of her bike, not taking the risk of putting them on before she arrived just in case. If anything were to happen to her babies, Aurelia didn't know what she'd do. The only thing she was currently wearing were her brass knuckles, clenched over her right hand, above the fingerless leather glove. You couldn't tell in the darkness what it was, and it was just easier going into a place she wasn't aware of with something at hand at all times. Overly cautious, maybe, but Aurel had learned the hard way a few times it was always good to have something just in case. She wasn't immune to losing limbs, broken bones, punctured arteries, or wounds. Every time she was in an encounter like that, it was always a struggle, a wonder, if this would be her last life used up. She had escaped every time, so far. Some times just barely. But Benjamin wouldn't be prepared for this. Aurelia was counting on that element of surprise.

Aurelia had made sure to feed before finishing the last check on her bike to head into the city. Another precaution. Usually she wasn't like this, this paranoid and over-cautious. But she had never killed her husband before. Would he fight her back, or just let her have her way with him peacefully? The idea of driving her sword through his throat had the hair on the back of her neck sticking up, her stomach tightening. Whether it was because she couldn't wait, or because the thought was actually making her disgusted, she couldn't tell. There had been nights when she had just paced the balcony of her home, trying to sort out her mind. Did she really want to go through with this? With a grit of her teeth, mentally scolding herself, Aurelia shook the thought of doubt away. Of course she wanted to do this. Benjamin was living like he was a gift to all women when he was supposed to be living like he was her gift. But that was just the start of it. There was so much other reason for this, her solution to her overall problem. That was just one of the underlining ones.

Taking a back route to the club, Aurel let her street bike slide into the alley beside the building. Cutting the engine, she kicked the kickstand down and lifted herself off the seat. Adjusting herself, she gave a supple huff, her body feeling especially jittery. Grabbing the bag from the back of her bike, she unclasped the buckles and pulled her arms through the straps, settling it on her back. It held everything she used; her custom crafted katana Shi, her throwing knives, and her other personal items that she usually didn't need on jobs. Only, this wasn't much of a job to her anymore. The money that would come with the death of killing her husband hadn't even crossed her mind after hearing about the contract to begin with. The thought of lighting a cigarette while she scaled the side of the building had her teeth biting on her lower lip, but she pushed it away from her thoughts before she could act on it. Aurelia needed to be ready for whenever Ben decided to come home- an address that had been severely tricky to find, mind you, considering he seemed to keep it personal. Like a keepsake, meant for his eyes only.

Glancing around, making sure she was as alone as she thought she was, Aurelia gripped what used to be a sill for a window. The window part was bricked up, but the ledge still remained, creating the perfect stepping stone for a vampire who needed to reach the fire escape. One of the reasons why she hadn't even bothered looking at the boots that held one of the easiest weapons she used was because of this reason. It was hard enough in a pair of flat shoes. Easing closer to the side of the sill, Aurelia crossed to another one, taking a small leap. Her hands gripped against the brick, looking down to see her footing before she started towards the escapes' ladder. Grabbing the bottom of it, she pulled, sending it all the way down. Her hand stopped it before it could slam into the concrete below, setting it down gently so there was no noise. As soon as it was steady, she was off, flying up the ladder with speed. She had it hoisted up once more in no time, to kill any suspicion. Continuing up the fire escape until she couldn't any more, she took to the building once more, shifting down the side of it until she reached his window.

Of course it was unlocked. Vampires didn't fear each other, not much. Especially when Ben wasn't aware she was coming for his blood. She silently appreciated it, however. It meant she didn't have to fuss with the glass and risk making a mess she wouldn't be able to clean up properly before he got in. Slipping into the window, moving silently, she glanced around, letting her eyes adjust. Once she knew she was capable of working in the dark, Aurelia set her bag down and started to pull her weapons from it. The holster for her katana was the first thing to go on, resting on her shoulders comfortably. Pushing the sword all the way in, she adjusted its tightness before moving on to her throwing knives. She doubted she'd need them for throwing, but they made for quick puncture upon close range, as well. Especially since they held blades on either side of the handle. Tucking them into her cargo pocket on her thigh, she pulled her sunglasses off and stuffed them, plus her bike keys, into the bag. Zipping it up, she walked into the kitchen, grabbing the first cupboard door she found and tossed it in. It was safer directly out of the way.

Unfortunately, that was the only time she was given to sort her way through the flat. She hadn't tried to take in details, because she didn't want to get to know what kind of a man Ben had really become. She knew of his womanizing, his alcoholism, and his drug use. That was all she needed to know to convince her that he wasn't the man she fell in love with. That she'd be perfectly okay with watching the last of his life slip between her fingers. Pressing against the counter in a crouch, she remained silent, holding her breath for a moment to slow her heart down just enough to make her unnoticed. She remained where she was, relying on her hearing to be her eyes. From the shower - and an attempt not to think about how he looked naked now, to have water dripping down his skin - to him flopping on the couch, Aurelia had barely blinked. Her heart was pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears, feel it beating. Glancing down, her eyes caught sight of her first bite mark, her tank top hardly covering most of it. Closing her eyes, she listened, and all she was given was silence. At least, until she focused on his breathing.

Slowly, she lifted herself to a stand, walking towards the living room with intent. Every step she made didn't make a sound, walking on the balls of her feet, even within the converse shoes. As she walked, she started to wiggle her left hand from her glove, tucking it away in her pocket when she was no longer using it. Her eyes glanced down at the wedding ring she had pulled out just for this special occasion, taking in the black diamonds, and how perfect it looked on her finger. Seeing the ring didn't make her hesitate, however. If anything it made her feet steps faster, her neglected anger rising. Easing onto the couch, ignoring Ben's half nakedness, she dropped herself on his chest, pinning his arms to his sides with her legs instantly. Before he could see her face, she was shoving her left hand in his line of vision, making him see the ring on her finger. "Do you remember this, Benedykt? How happy we were?" Her voice was surprisingly soft, almost like she was going to spill into tears with a choke of her breath. As she pulled her left hand away from his line of view, she didn't give him enough time to properly register her face; just a glimpse. And then her right fist was slamming against the side of his face with fury, a grunt escaping her clenched teeth as her eyebrows pulled together with frustration. She felt the small spikes on her brass knuckles dig in and take flesh, cutting four solid lines along his skin before her fist lost contact with his face.

"But you fucked all that up, didn't you? Didn't you!" Her hands gripped his neck, lifting his torso off the couch a little, her face coming extremely close to his. If looks could kill, Ben would've been long dead by now from her glare. "Alicja would've hated to see you do this to yourself, you know. She would've told you how much of an idiot you were being. Drugs and alcohol, Benjamin? Really, you're making this too easy for me." Slamming him back down against the couch, she delivered another punch, this one not as strong as her last, but that didn't matter to Aurelia. She was going to draw this out as much as she could. "I regret falling in love with you... you're a bigger monster than I could've ever become."

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tag . benjamin
words . 1,671
outfit . hurr | ring
notes . rough start? idk.

[BENJAMIN KANST]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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Despite being with a different woman every night and living the life most people could only dream of, Ben did not live a happy life. He never could find himself satisfied with anything he did. The only thing he could even come remotely close to loving was his music. It didn't matter who he shared his company with, he was always quite alone. Spending the last four days by himself had really put this into perspective for him. Even when he was bored, Ben realized there wasn't anyone he knew that he could have an engaging conversation with. He had been through the contacts in his phone a few times and other than for business purposes, there wasn't anyone Ben would consider a friend. Now he was finding himself sickened by the only life he knew how to live. This was a dilemma, one he would not be able to drown away in alcohol, drugs or even women. He was beginning to question why he had lived such a long life. Was there any meaning to it? It was moments like these when he missed his human life more than ever. At least, what he could remember of it. All of it seemed so perfect in his mind. His family had meant everything to him. And now, nothing had meaning to it.

With all his thoughts running through his mind, Ben didn't notice the other presence in his flat. It was only when he was being straddled and pinned down did Ben open his eyes. His immediate reaction was to throw the stranger off of him, but when saw the ring, he stopped. Instantly, he recognized it. Then the name. Benedykt. That was a name he hadn't heard in a long time. And the voice. All of it had been so sudden that Ben didn't even have time to process. His thoughts immediately landed on one person. There was only one possible person it could be, but....that was impossible. This had to be some sort of sick trick. Ben could only stare wide-eyed at the ring. He could still remember the day he gave that ring away. It had been one of the happiest moments of his life. Now he was staring at the black diamond ring and he was unable to form any words. How? That ring was long lost...with any trace of his past. Impossible. The ring, the name, all of that Ben could write off. It would have been simple to try and find that, but the voice. He couldn't shake that off. No matter how hard he tried, Ben would never be able to forget that voice.

The hand pulled away from his face and Ben could only catch a glimpse of her face, but in that instant, he knew beyond a doubt who she was. "Aurelia..." He had hallucinated before while under the influence, but never anything like this. This was beyond surreal. His brain was probably laughing at him right now. Not even a second after the mummer left his lips did her fist slam into the side of his face. He groaned as his head snapped to the side with the force of the punch. It felt as if she had broken his jaw. The entire side of his face burned with the sting of impact and for a moment, he was sure he had blacked out. This definitely was not a hallucination. But then, how? What else could explain her presence? Aurelia had died nearly two-hundred years ago. He had seen the graves, the village. No one could have escaped. Then again, he had. Ben had escaped. What were the chances of both of them making it out? He was at a loss for words or even actions as Aurelia roughly pulled him up. All he could do was stare blankly at the fury in her eyes. He'd never seen such hatred before and all of it, was directed at him.

His stinging jaw didn't even compare to the pain he felt at her words though. Alicja. A sharp gasp seemed to lodge in his throat when he recognized the name. His daughter would have hated to see him like this. She was always his pride and joy, the only daughter and yet she took after her mother, strong-willed. Blood was starting to drip from the four scratches across his face and still, no words. He didn't even understand how this was possible. She was like him now. Maybe this was all a bad nightmare. This couldn't be happening. "How....? You're....dead," he stuttered

I regret falling in love with you.

Those seven words seemed to shock Ben into an even more dumbfounded state. He had never imagined he would ever hear those words from her. Ben had always loved her. Aurelia would always be the only person he would ever fall in love with and care for. Now here she was, telling him that he was the biggest mistake of her life. Everything he had ever believed in seem to crumble down and those seven words, broke him. He didn't even feel the impact of the next punch. Ben simply ignored the blood flooding his mouth and just stared at her. What had he done? "I'm...sorry," he whispered. It was the only thing he could manage to say and he immediately regretted it. Sorry? Was that all he could say now that he knew his wife was still alive?

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words: 911
music: secrets - one republic

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[AURELIA KANST]

you may be a sinner,

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BUT YOUR INNOCENCE IS MINE.[/center]

She had had to block out her name coming off his tongue, because she knew if she let anything like that get under her skin, she wouldn't be able to do this. She'd freeze up for the first time since she had become a vampire, and there was no way in hell she'd let someone like Ben be her first almost victim. All her other slaughters had been leading towards this, practicing so she could finally drain him of every last drop of life he had. It had hurt enough, remembering how her name used to roll off his tongue in the best ways when they were both human. How she'd wait to hear it before allowing herself to properly fall asleep, just so she had it in her mind for whatever dream decided to play behind her eyelids. But now, that memory wasn't happy anymore. It was a living nightmare that would destroy her from the inside. If she wanted to escape this with any chance of fulfilling what she felt like she had to, Aurelia was going to have to kill him before he got an upper hand.

It was almost hard to believe that she had been a happy woman, filled with love and respect. That the very thought of making someone bleed on purpose was inhuman. But now? Blood was what she had to live on. The very sight of it got her riled up, let alone the smell. And for it to belong to her husband? The rush of smells that filled her nose were almost intoxicating, creating a haze in the front of her mind, and Aurel couldn't help but wonder how he'd taste. His words cut off her train of thought, luckily, bringing her back to the main reason as to why she was there. It wasn't to feed from him, or get any more intimate than she already had by straddling and pinning him down. "I died a long time ago," she mused back, eyes narrowing. "You remember that still, don't you? The agony I belted out over and over again while you helplessly watched. The blood. The bruises. Every slap that blasted like an echo. Of course you remember." Her finger trailed down his cheek, almost lovingly, collecting blood as it pushed through the trails. "I'm not the woman you fell in love with, Benjamin. Just like how you're not the man I gave myself to. You're nothing compared to who he was." Lifting her hand off his cheek, she pushed her index finger between her lips, her tongue gliding over her bloody finger tip. If it hadn't been for the image of seeing through Ben's eyes as he got the alcohol and drugs not even an hour ago, she would've been able to actually enjoy the small taste of his blood. Instead it just pissed her off even more.

A sneer took over her face as he apologized. Sorry? That's what he was going to tell her after over two hundred years of him dicking around? "You're not sorry, Benedykt. Not yet." Her left hand pressed against his collarbone, nails digging against his skin without even realizing. She was already starting to feel the strain the situation was starting to take on her. It would've been easy. Just to unsheathe her katana and drive it into his heart. He'd bleed out fast, and the Hawthorne would help in doing damage. But did she really want to kill him so quickly? He had almost three hundred years of her pain to catch up on. "I used to pray to whatever god was watching over to bring you back. To bring our children back. I was lost without the four of you. I was starting to lose my grip on absolutely everything- especially myself. I turned into a creature, Benedykt. Started killing because it brought me release, because I enjoyed seeing their faces twist in the pain I knew I had felt before." Her right hand cupped his cheek softly for a moment, her eyes looking down at him as though she were speaking to his corpse. "And then I heard you were alive. That's a sick fucking joke. That all these years I've been silently pleading to have my family once more, and I'm given this."

Shaking her head for a moment, she pushed up, pulling herself away from leaning over his upper body, though she remained straddled against his waist, still holding his arms against his sides. "And now I'm being punished, for being so selfish. I wanted my husband back; not whatever the hell you've turned into. Would you even be able to look at your reflection if you had one?" Glancing down at her left hand, still clenched against his skin, her eyes found her ring. It still looked so perfect on her finger. Forcing her eyes closed, to stop getting distracted, she lifted her hand from his skin and moved it to the pocket on her thigh. Pulling one of the throwing knives from it, she twirled it effortlessly between her fingers, the double-ended blades flashing when the light caught ahold of the pointed bits. Without missing a beat, she slammed her hand against his shoulder, the two-inch blade sinking as deep as it would go before the center handle stopped it. Aurelia's eyes opened once more, her chest heaving from the small stab, almost as though she had just stabbed herself instead. "Did you even think about us at all? I never went a day without thinking about our family, without thinking about you. It was always the same shit, different day. There wasn't a minute that I got peace of mind, that I could close my eyes and not relive my last moments as a human- something I was meant to be from life to death. But now look at me. I'm practically a fucking walking cliche because of you."

Yanking the blade out of his shoulder a little rougher than she usually would've, she licked the closest side of the blade towards her off, cleaning it completely. A flash of a woman she remembered killing took over her eyesight for a moment, and a growl barely escaped between her lips. "How many women have you fucked behind my back, Benjamin? How many women have you violated our marriage with?"

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tag . benjamin
words . 1,085
outfit . hurr | ring
notes . dude. she's like... a psycho ex.

[BENJAMIN KANST]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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How could he have not known Aurelia was still alive? He had pleaded for weeks after he was turned, just to see her again. For months, he would refuse to drink and when the blood-lust drove him crazy, the memories of his family overwhelmed him. They were so vivid, Ben curled up on the floor, screaming until he was reduced to silently sobbing and cursing the woman who turned him. Ben was so convinced that he had seen Aurelia die though. There was so much blood, it wasn't possible that she had lived. Everyone he talked to confirmed there couldn't have been any survivors, they had counted the bodies. Someone had lied to him then. For Aurelia to be hiding from him for so long, Ben had to have been lied to somewhere along the way. Slowly, it was all starting to click. The only one who could have known was Amber. Now it all made sense. It had been the only way to shut him up. She had to lie to him or Ben would have never given up trying to find Aurelia. Nearly two-hundred years ago and there had been a chance for him to be with Aurelia. The look of shock on Ben's face was clear as he realized the mistake he had made. He should have gone looking for her, but when he saw the graves, he had lost all hope. All it would have taken was some simple questions and he could have been with her. It was something Ben would never be able to live with.

"How could I forget?" Ben whispered in a hoarse voice. It sounded like he was on the brink of tears and honestly, he was very close to it. He was reliving every single second of that day and it felt like his heart was being ripped right out of his chest. All he could do was plead, bargain for their lives as he watched them torture his family. There could never be any pain that would match how he felt, completely useless. Ben flinched and turned his head as her finger ran across the cuts on his face. Every single one of her wounds was already cutting into him, creating a deeper gap in that hope he held for ever having a chance at happiness. This was real. His wife really was alive. For so long, a part of him longed to hold her again, even a chance to see her again. That's what he was after when he was sleeping with all those women. He needed something to remind him of her. It was sick, but it was the only way he could remember her. Slowly, he turned his head to face her again and Ben realized, he didn't care if this wasn't the same woman he once knew. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to hold her and take away all the anger away. He had done this to her and he desperately wanted to fix things. But, he couldn't expect a single apology to make up for thinking she was dead. When he was torn from his family, he couldn't bear the thought of living forever and now, Ben couldn't even imaged what it would have been like to be a mother.

Ben wanted it to be as simple as telling her he was sorry for everything. There was a hatred in her eyes that he had never seen before though. It was clear she had change, but he refused to see it. The Aurelia he knew was in there still, masked behind all that anger and agony. He on the other hand, Ben was nothing more than a husband who had left his family to die. All this time, he was indulging in his own lavish life and his wife was alive. Every single night that he had spent in someone else's bed, he had been cheating her. Not once did he ever regret moving on and now, Ben couldn't have possibly felt anymore worthless. "I did-didn't know," his voice faltered for a brief moment and Ben had to advert his gaze. He couldn't stand to see the disgust in her eyes, because that's exactly how he felt about himself right now. It was just a feeling of disappointment, he had let her down. He had promised her everything and given her nothing. The wife he had known, so caring, loving, was gone because he had given up on her. Ben found himself hoping she would kill him, even then he wouldn't feel any justice for all that Aurelia had been through. He wanted to tell her that he had looked for her, how he had missed her so much, but no words could form. It would only make him look like an idiot. Nothing he said would give her any peace of mind. All he knew was right now, Ben was everything Aurelia hated. He was the leader of the coven that had killed his family.

His eyes followed her hand and Ben found himself admiring the ring for a second. Even now, he still loved the way it looked on her finger. The black diamond contrasted so well with her pale skin tone in a way that would never fail to take his breath away. He forced himself to look away and in that few seconds, it distracted him from seeing what Aurelia had pulled out of her pocket. The knife slammed into his shoulder and a cry of agony tore its way past his lips, echoing in the silence of the room. Pain instantly shot through his shoulder and down his spine. The strange thing was, he wanted this. Ben closed his eyes, almost savoring the feeling. There was a reason he wasn't going to fight back. He deserved every moment of this. If this is what Aurelia needed to find peace, then Ben wasn't going to fight this. The agony he was in wouldn't matter. If this was his last night, then at least he would be able to see her one last time. Each time her body made contact with his was one more chance he would have to be around her. Of course he thought about her every day. He hadn't completely shunned his human life. His punishment for living came each time he had to feed. It didn't matter where he got his blood, Ben would always live with the memories of his victims. There were so many thoughts jumbled in his head, it was just a matter of trying to remember his family. He wanted to. Ben gasped sharply when she yanked the blade out of his shoulder. His body seemed to relax again and despite the pulsating, red-hot pain, he was able to collapse against the couch again.

"I never stopped loving you," he groaned between each soft breath. He didn't care if it would only make her more upset. She needed to know that he still loved her. "Give me your worst."

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tagged: aurelia!
words: 1169
music: secrets - one republic

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[AURELIA KANST]

you may be a sinner,

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BUT YOUR INNOCENCE IS MINE.[/center]

"You lie!" Her entire body was practically shaking with anger now. He still loved her? Aurelia's fingers tightened on the knife's handle once more, and she plunged it back into his shoulder, not having aimed. It didn't matter where it had punctured, just that it made a connection. "You're so full of fucking shit, Benjamin. Don't you dare try and feed me that." Pulling the dagger from his skin, she lifted herself on the couch. Dropping the knife somewhere on the floor, she gripped his left arm with both hands and rolled him off the couch rather hard, putting a lot of unnecessary force behind it. Her left leg had lifted out of the way, supporting her weight against the couch with her right. Looking down at him, she slowly stepped back down onto the floor, making her way towards him. Kicking swiftly into his chest, rolling him onto his back, she looked down at him, standing above his head. Lifting her right foot, she slammed the hell of her converse against the two fresh wounds, applying pressure, digging the shoe into the bloody mess. "Did you tell them all that you loved me before you found a bed?" Lowering herself into a crouch, she stared down at him, almost as though she were expecting an answer. But she already knew the answer to it; of course he said nothing about her. "They were all relatively surprised to find out you had a wife... the ones I got a hold of, anyway."

A sadistic grin slowly started to crawl over her lips, and she exhaled a small laugh underneath her breath as she straightened once more. Her blood was boiling now, and at the first sight of the lamp on the end table behind her, she grabbed it. Ripping the chord from the plug, she threw it, the lamp shattering against the wall. "How come you didn't bring any of your whores here, Benny? Is it too personal? Or maybe you're just finally realizing how much of an asshole you've turned into." She stepped into another kick, this one rolling him onto his side. But Aurelia wasn't going to have any of that. She pushed the bottom of her shoe against his wounded shoulder and forced him on his stomach. "I'm surprised it took you this long to figure out every one of your fucks were getting killed. You let me kill six of them before you finally let it clue in." Leaning down, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him to his feet. He didn't remain on them long, however, turning him to face her before shoving him into the entertainment unit. More glass shattered against the impact of Ben's lean body, worthless figures and decorations breaking all the same. "I'm not sure if I should call you stupid because of that, or a worthless husband."

Taking large steps towards him, her hands gripped his shoulders from his crumbled position against the wall between the cabinet's wooden walls and lifted her knee. Right between the legs. It didn't stop there, however. She got another two good knees in before she pulled back and used the momentum of his already curling in body to toss him back down. "Be a good little asshole and don't move." For good measure, she lowered herself over his chest and delivered another punch, resisting the urge to spit in his face. As she started to leave his body where it was, she looked around, searching for any kind of memory, anything at all that would prove he had one single ounce of love still in him. Aurelia could smell his blood coming off of her like no tomorrow, her entire right hand was covered, fingerless glove and all. The taste lingered on her tongue, but she didn't allow herself to taste again. She had already seen enough of that for the rest of her miserable undead life. Giving her right hand a shake, sending some of Ben's blood flying, she ignored it completely, her eyes too busy taking in a painting. It was relatively large, bigger than any other decoration she had seen so far. It pulled at her heart instantly, seeing the faces of their children. Stopping in front of it, she raised her bloody hand, tracing the lips of the three children, her eyes narrowing with sorrow.

"Why do you have this?" She asked without even entirely knowing if he could hear her from his bedroom, despite the fact that there was no real dividing wall between them. "You don't deserve to see their faces. Not without their pain." Turning, she made her way back over towards Ben, her actions rushed, like she was on a mission. Pulling him back up to his feet, she dragged him towards the painting, shoving him against it when they were close enough. Pressing his cheek against it, she glared at him, her hand pulling his hair at the same time she applied pressure to keep his head still. "You try and believe that you remember everything, that you still love them. Me. But you're nothing but a body now, incapable of what you were meant to do." Aurelia's eyes grew lost in the painting once more, taking in the glow the artist had seemed to capture of their family. Benjamin looked so handsome, their two boys following suit right after their father. "Is this why you can't bring another woman here? Because you don't want her seeing who you were?" Pulling back, she shoved his back against the painting, knowing it off its screws, though it remained against the wall from the pressure of his body. Nails dug into his shoulder blades as she glared up into his eyes, seeing his pain, but not registering it at all. She would never register it until he had finally experienced exactly what she had gone through.

Pulling out another dagger, she clenched it within her right hand. Raising it, she plunged it forward, though the tip didn't dig into Benjamin like it had been coursed to look. It ripped into the painting, tearing between her and Ben's torso and down the middle of their only daughter's face. Pressing herself close to Ben's body, knife still lodged within the painting's paper, her lips found his left ear. For a moment, she said nothing, taking in their closeness, trying to block the memories when getting this close to him was normal- loved, even. Now it felt dirty, like she was offering herself to a complete stranger. It was so wrong, to be married to someone and get such a feeling like that from them. Sickening. "Our family was torn apart," she breathed against his ear, her eyes closing as she dragged the knife down further, her knuckles brushing against the side of his arm as she did so. "Practically limb from fucking limb. And all you can say to me is, 'Give me your worst'?" Frustration bubbled, and she threw the knife, ignoring its clatter against the wall not too far away. Her hands gripped against his shoulders once more, her left hand not bothering to try and avoid coming in contact with his bad one, and she pulled him off the wall, sending him towards his bed. "Fight back, dammit! Show me something! Anything!"

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[BENJAMIN KANST]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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Ben hadn't expected her to believe it, but he hadn't expected the anger either. This time the knife hit with more force and dug deep into the bone. If possible, it seemed to hurt a thousand times worse than the first one. It was all Ben could do to bite back the scream and fight his instinctive reflex to defend himself. He gritted his teeth and growled as the knife was torn from his shoulder again. His senses were still recovering from the sudden flood of pain that Ben simply allowed her to yank him off the couch. The momentum sent him tumbling to the floor and he could only manage to break his fall with his injured shoulder. As a fresh wave of pain hit him, Ben rolled to a stop and he lay there, slightly stunned. Blindly, he pushed down with his good arm in an awkward attempt to stand up. Just as he managed to even lift himself an inch off the ground, Aurelia's foot made contact with his chest and immediately knocked him back to the ground. The only sound to indicate his agony was a small, strangled cry and then he found himself staring up at her. He roared in anger and pain as her heel dug into the incredibly sensitive shoulder. His hand made a pathetic attempt to claw at her shoe, to try and push it away. He curled towards her foot, using what little fight he had in him to get her to stop. When she finally stepped away, he moaned, his hand instantly clutching his shoulder.

Aurelia was the one who had been killing those woman. It all made sense now. Of course, it all made sense now. He flinched at the sound of the lamp shattering against the wall. He was actually a bit fond of that lamp. This flat had always been his secluded haven and now it was being turned into his own personal torture chamber. He was in too much pain to even attempt to answer her questions. The second kick knocked the air out of his lungs again and his mouth opened and closed a few times in a failed attempt to make any noise. Another roar tore past his lips as his shoulder was put through even more mutilation. The good side of his face was smashed against the wooden floor and Ben could feel the blood run across his face in small streams. Now she was blaming him for the deaths of those women and she was right. He couldn't even contain his own sex drive for a week. It was his fault that they were dead and he had allowed Aurelia to get to them. He groaned softly as his head was jerked up. To avoid getting his hair ripped out, Ben forced himself to his feet, but he wasn't even on his feet for a moment when he was then violently thrown. Thankfully his landing was cushioned by glass and wood. He was hardly paying attention to what Aurelia was saying anymore. His mind could only focus on the agonizing beating his body was receiving. Her insults were lost in the continuous, stabbing pain the shattered glass was causing. Already, he wanted this to end. Ben didn't know how much more he could possibly take.

His eyes fluttered closed for a brief second as his body slumped against the cabinet wall. He weakly held a hand up to protest Aurelia's movement towards him, but it didn't even faze her. The second her knee impacted, Ben just about passed out. For a moment, his vision seemed to go and Ben's body fell towards Aurelia in an unconscious effort to stay standing. The pain was overwhelming. He couldn't even voice the agony anymore. Instead, he fell to the ground with a stunned expression. Ben had only just begun to fight off the nausea before the punch hit. If it weren't for the brass knuckles, the punch wouldn't have been too incredibly hard. But with the metal spikes on her fingers, the impact was much more concentrated than the kicks. His rib instantly snapped with the force and Ben howled at the audible crack. He couldn't move even if he tried. Every fiber of his being was screaming in agony, begging for some relief. As Aurelia walked away, Ben was left lying on the floor, shaking with pain. His physical pain was starting to near his mental anguish. It was only getting worse. With his arms wrapped around his ribcage, he was slightly curled up. Even if he attempted to speak, all that would come out was a few pathetic whimpers. Blood ran down the back of his throat and Ben gagged. With great difficulty, he raised his head and coughed the blood back up. Even the slightest movement brought another crashing wave of pain. His heart sank when he saw Aurelia walk back in the room. This was far from over. She had seen something that had made her even more angry and Ben knew he was about to find out.

His body was functioning well enough for him to even try to walk. Instead, Ben allowed Aurelia to drag him into the bedroom. He found himself being shoved face-first into his own artwork. From this distance, he could see his own brush strokes clearly and Ben remembered the countless house he had poured over this particular painting, just to get the details right. The tears were stinging at his eyes, blurring his vision, but Ben couldn't discern if they were from the pain or the overwhelming emotions. His cheek burned and as he studied the painting from his close proximity, Ben felt a strong sense of longing. He wanted to feel Aurelia's touch in any way. It didn't matter that she was the one causing him to be in all this pain, it only mattered that she was here. She was something that he could reach out and touch. Aurelia was alive. He groaned as his back hit the painting and his head slumped down, avoiding eye contact. His expression towards the knife could have only been described as...bored. He knew this was coming. His eyes closed for a brief second and he winced when he heard the dull thud. It took a second, but he opened his eyes to find the knife had missed him. Then suddenly her body was pressed against his and a fleeting sense of hope seemed to raise his spirits. He lamely brought his hand up to brush her cheek and he closed his eyes, taking in her scent. "I'm sorry Aurelia. I'm so sorry. I never wanted it to come to this."

His brief moment with her was soon over though. Without the support of her body, Ben started to fall when Aurelia grabbed him and easily tossed him. He didn't quite make it to the bed, but his head hit the sheets, leaving a bloody streak as he crumbled in a pile by his bed. Slowly he reached a hand to grasp the frame of his bed, attempting to pull himself up into a sitting position. "I'm not going to fight you."

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[AURELIA KANST]

you may be a sinner,

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The pressure of where his hand had been against her cheek was still there after she had thrown him away from her. It took her a moment to fully comprehend that his hand had been pressed against her skin so softly, passionately. Like he really did still love her. Before she could allow it to fully register that maybe this grudge wasn't all that good of an idea, she was shoving it all in the back of her mind, locking the thoughts of hope away completely. The glare was set, her eyes narrowing into it, eyebrows pinched together in irritation and frustration. For a moment, the blood left over from his cheek caught her attention, and she remembered the small tastes she had allowed herself to indulge in. Despite having drained every last drop out of some slut before coming, Aurelia was a little surprised at the feel of her mouth starting to water slightly. Between the smell and remembrance of his taste to the familiar gentleness of his hand, Aurelia felt her senses start to slip momentarily.

This was her husband. A man she had fallen madly in love with as a child. The father of her three and only children. How could she hate him so much? This desire to hack and hack and hack until there was absolutely nothing left but a mess of blood and shred was nonsense, wasn't it? For Aurelia to have given him her heart, he was obviously a man who she was extremely fond of. Someone she trusted with her life, as well as her children's. Ever since she could remember, he had been the extra backbone she would've never made it without, her gentle protector. There had never been a thought in her mind to ever raise her hand to Benjamin, not in a way to hurt him. Yet her adrenaline still pumped when she heard him cry in pain, when his eyes squeezed shut because he could hardly bare any of this. To hear his words interrupted from the pain slide down the back of her neck in a filthy way, yet sickeningly enjoyable. She loved this man, but she loved to hate him as well.

"You always apologized too much," she muttered as she walked towards him, showing no signs of amusement about his denial to remain where his body had fallen. His struggle to try and pull himself up was more pitiful than anything to her, despite her thoughts. "And you were always such a coward to play around. I don't know why I expect you to get hostile, to try and protect your life." Grabbing the chain around Ben's neck, she gripped it tight and pulled upwards, lifting him that extra inch in order to grab underneath his arm. "I have to know, dearest husband," Aurelia breathed in his ear as she pulled his back up against her, allowing him to lean on her for a moment. "Is your lack of struggle because it's me, or because you're well aware that you've nothing to live for anymore?" Allowing her lips to graze the side of his neck, she squeezed her eyes shut and jerked him to turn to face her before shoving him aside before she got too caught up in the familiar comfort his body had always brought her. Aurel was quickly over the small dis-focus, her hand on his throat in a matter of seconds, keeping him against the bed as she crawled into his lap.

Bringing her face close to his, she studied his eyes, looking from either of them slowly, taking in the details she had missed between the last time she had seen his face this close. "I've missed a lot of events, haven't I?" Ones that didn't just involve other women, she was extremely positive of. There was a reason behind his womanizing, but she'd never be fully sure as to where it had come from. "That's perfectly alright. You've missed quite a bit yourself." Her middle finger's nail started to dig into his skin, not stopping until she knew she had pierced the skin. Blinking, her eyes still focusing on his own afterward, she did the same with her index finger's nail, watching for his reaction. Was he beyond feeling supple things like this anymore? Or maybe he was almost on the brink of passing out, to accepting darkness if it meant the pain would stop for a while. Aurelia hoped Benjamin knew better than that, to let himself fall unconscious. He'd have to undergo more of it when he came to than just letting himself die.

"Tonight's going to take two things off my check-list." Giving a small smile, like the conversation was as normal as a couple discussing what they'd get for dinner. "I get to finally break the chains off this weight I've been carrying around since you fucking disappeared," her eyes narrowed a bit, her voice getting a bit more hostile near the end. "And I kill the leader of the coven who did this to my family. Who took them away from me... Who took you away from me..." Her free hand lifted over her head, fingers gripping around the handle of her katana tightly. Pulling it out slowly, she let her hand lower to the side, eyes never leaving their position. Tightening her hold on his neck for a moment, she used her grip to lift his head just enough to slip the blade of her sword at the back of his neck. With it now digging into his skin, she slightly loosened her grip, eyes slowly softening. These were supposed to be the last moments with her husband. Only it wouldn't be like last time, when she had thought he was dead. This time he was going to be dead for sure. She'd have some sort of clarity within knowing that.

"I wish I could say I was sorry," Aurelia's lips were so close to his now, hovering not even an inch away. She could feel his breath, his natural scent and blood filling her nose like nothing else she'd ever smelt. "But I don't regret a single thing about this." Closing her eyes, she closed the extremely small space between their lips, her free hand raising to cup against the side of his face. The kiss hadn't been planned, and she hadn't known it was going to happen until she felt herself fall into him. Aurel's fingers tensed within his hair, trying to pull herself away from him, to finish the job she was so close to getting rid of, but she couldn't. The more she screamed at herself to pull back, she deepened it more. There was a tightness in her chest that hurt like nothing she'd ever experienced, and from the grip on her katana's handle, she knew this was too much for her to have allowed herself to do.

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words . 1,150
outfit . hurr | ring
notes . hawt dayum.

[BENJAMIN KANST]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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This was the woman he loved, lived for. She was the only one he would and could ever be capable of loving again. Even now, Ben would have sacrificed everything for her. Despite her harsh words, the physical pain she was putting him through, nothing hurt more than to know that this woman had once been that kind and gentle person he trusted. He deserved every ounce of her hate, but he couldn’t bear the thought of knowing that this was his fault. He was the one that hadn’t been a good enough father to protect his children and he hadn’t been strong enough to protect her. The scent that she carried wasn’t Valen, which meant Ben had been given an easier second chance than she had. Over the years, he had time to adjust to his life. Amber had made it so easy to forget his problems. Alcohol, drugs, women. It had been all too easy to accept that his life had change. Aurelia on the other hand, she had been living with the pain for hundreds of years. How long had she known Ben was alive? How long had she been planning her revenge?

Aurelia always had been so independent and strong-willed. Unlike the other girls Ben grew up with, Aurelia had always been his best friend. She never hesitated to run through the fields with him or climb trees to avoid going home. The two of them were constant trouble when they around each other, but it was always the two of them. Even when the other boys started to notice her beauty, she had ignored them for him. She was different and he liked that. Not only had he fallen in love with his best friend, he married her, started a family with her. He had everything because of her. Now, he wanted nothing more than to see that again. All that pain and anger in her eyes, and all Ben could think was how much he wanted to take that from her. He would do anything just to get a glimpse of her former self. A small glimmer of hope was there though. It all seemed so unrealistic that Ben couldn’t believe it had all happened so fast. The air was thick with the scent of his blood and yet, he wanted to doubt all of it.

The two wounds in his shoulder were deeper then Ben had originally thought they were and with all the movement, he was losing blood fast. His entire right arm and the side of ribcage seemed to be painted red. The tattoos that adorned his arm were no longer visible and there seemed to be very little feeling or use to that arm. It was impossible to even pull himself up and his attempt only ended in failure. Just as he was about to collapse back on the ground, the plain metal chain he wore around his neck suddenly tightened, digging painfully into his skin. A sharp jerk pulled his head up and in order to relieve the pressure, Ben had no choice but to pull himself up. His head was spinning with the loss of blood so Ben was grateful that he could at least lean on Aurelia. Despite the jumbled thoughts, her voice sliced through them, ringing quite clearly in his mind. He gasped lightly when her lips grazed his neck, fully expecting her to sink her fangs into the side of his neck. When nothing happened, Ben was a little taken aback. He only had a moment to feel her body against him before he was falling again. Her hand found his throat and Ben’s head hit the bed softly as he was pinned against it. “I couldn’t hurt you even if I tried.”

There would be no words to stop Aurelia from continuing her torment. He was no longer the man she loved. Ben was the enemy now. His left hand reached for the hand around her throat, but instead came to rest on her wrist. He gripped her wrist lightly, but made no move to attempt to pull away. The sudden feeling of her nail digging into the side of his neck elicited a small cry and Ben flinched, but was unable to do much more. He wanted to look away from her. From this distance, the look in her eyes was unbearable. The distance though, also kept him from looking anywhere else. His grip on her wrist tightened, but still remained relatively gentle. How had it come to this? Ben hadn’t even given it much thought as to how he was now the leader of the coven that killed his family. It was so unbelievable wrong. He found himself wanting to die. Ben was absolutely disgusted with himself. Still, even with the thought of death, being faced with it was a completely different story. His eyes widened as he watched Aurelia pull the katana out. This wasn’t just death, Aurelia was planning on executing him. The feeling of the blade against his neck seemed to overcome any other pain he as in. Though he knew what was coming, he couldn’t hide the fear.

Strange how he could go so long, thinking he had conquered death and when the time did come, he wouldn’t be afraid. And yet, Aurelia was holding a blade to his neck and he was actually scared. He should have been thinking about last words, anything to say to Aurelia, maybe even a plea for his life. All he could think about was their human life together and how it had all come to this. Before he could process what was happening, Aurelia’s lips were suddenly pressed against his. Shocked, it took Ben a second to react, but when he did, it was all too natural for him. This was something he had done countless of times and her lips molded so nicely to his. Any pain was absolutely insignificant now as he closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of her lips. His left hand dropped from her wrist to reach out and grab the collar of her shirt, pulling himself closer to her.

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[AURELIA KANST]

you may be a sinner,

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"Don't lie to me, Benedykt. You can't hurt me because you're too weak." Aurelia's plan had fucked up the second she had even taken the smallest glance at Ben's lips after pinning him down. She had rendered him hopeless, she knew he could feel it, threatened him with the blade resting underneath his neck. He wasn't any different than a bug a cruel little boy would have fun tormenting until he finally decided to squish it- only, the difference between the bug and Ben, was that Benjamin was actually feeling the pain of his body being tormented. An insect didn't have the proper cells to feel pain. Did that make her worse than an angry little boy? "Because you're too pathetic." Or did that make her beyond what that little boy would turn into? A murderer, a ruthless killer with no concern for anyone but her own revenge. Hunting and slaughtering Ben had become an obsession, something she was unable to fully grasp, yet understood perfectly. The hunt had made her excited, gave her the proper adrenaline spike she needed to carry through with this entire scene, but that wasn't the only excitement she was feeling.

Throwing Ben around, using him as her rag doll, had unlocked a lot of pent up aggression and lust she hadn't been able to properly expel on her husband before their apparent deaths. She didn't know what to do with it, not entirely. If she killed him, she'd be left stranded, with no outlet for any of this. Having sex with other people didn't mean a thing to Aurel. They were just bodies she used, not bodies she cared for. Even with Alice, it hadn't been more than just lust. She had showed up while Aurelia was already sexually frustrated, and after seeing an opportunity, Aurel had taken it. But that didn't mean she was good to go. That her entire body still didn't crave the familiar feel of her husband's skin against her own. Or how he'd get angry with her when she tried to pull silly things, and how the stupidest fights would arouse because of it. How she could yell and bitch at him and he'd always be there the next day, waiting for her to crumble in his arms with apologies about being so verbally ruthless and aggressive towards him.

There had been every intent to kill him right there. To push a hand into his hair, grip it firmly near the scalp, and let the blade slide through his skin and bone. The kiss wasn't supposed to happen. It ruined everything. The second her lips pressed against his, she knew it was over. Her lack of ability to pull back seemed to only make that knowledge that much more noticeable in her mind, and she hated it. It grew worse when his hand lifted from her wrist and gripped agianst the collar of her tank top, pulling it tighter against her back, the baggy material barely holding underneath the clench of his hand. He was kissing her back... pulling himself closer to her. But why? He had been seconds away from death, she had beaten him incredibly hard, insulted him, rubbed his nose in the death of their children. Yet he still wanted to kiss her, to return the affection, to prove that she still meant something to him. He was supposed to resent her, to hate every inch of her for putting him through this. For being the reminder of his failure, of being incompetent. Benjamin had been meant to push her away, to just tell her to get it over with and to stop teasing the last moments of his life right in front of him. But he wanted to be closer... the kiss to mean more. And who was Aurelia to try and deny him something like that? She couldn't kill him now. Not when he was showing this kind of side to him, the side that forgave her for being the monster she had formed into.

Aurelia's grip on the handle of her katana eased, and her fingers let the sword go entirely. Moving to cup against his cheek, both hands now caressing the sides of his face, she deepened the kiss by pressing further into it. Pulling him up against her, she sat up, her arms moving to wrap around his neck. Fingers slid into the back of his hair, gripping, pulling, trying to get any outlet she could to use up all this pent up love and sexual frustration without actually losing her clothes. But she couldn't help but think about it... how it'd feel to have him inside her once again. To hear his soft gasps and moans whenever she did something he really liked. The shudder of his body when she teased him unmercifully, or the demanding tones he took when she challenged his dominance. It took her a moment to realize that her hips had pressed harder into his, that her teeth had taken hold of his bottom lip and pulled it before going back in for another hungry kiss. Her hands clenched his hair harder, her breathing already hitched and heavy. She was close to losing it, losing all she had come to accomplish tonight. And as much as she hated it, and would never admit, a little bit of her wanted to lose hold of herself. To bask in her husband once more, to pretend that everything was normal.

The realization that Ben wasn't going to die tonight struck her harder than anything else had in a while. It made her angry and happy all at the same time. Her heart was racing, her mind fluttering with so many different thoughts. She couldn't concentrate, not with her lips descended on his. Releasing her hold within his hair with her left hand, she grabbed the handle of her katana and let it drop off the bed, clattering to the ground in a loud mess of noise. She almost flinched at the thought of disrespecting her sword in such a way, but she needed to put an end to this- the faster the better. Recklessness was what a situation like this called for. Moving her hands to his shoulders, she pushed him back against the bed, their lips still connected throughout the entire drop. Her hands moved over his bare chest, taking in the familiar smoothness of his skin, the lines of his muscles. They continued down, taking in the tightness of his abs, the V lines along his hips, all the way to the small treasure trail leading from his bellybutton to the waist of his pajama bottoms. Her breathing was heavier, body trembling with being so close to what her body had been craving for centuries. But she couldn't let this happen... this was unacceptable.

Forcing her hands away from his waist, she broke the kiss suddenly, gasping for breath as she sat up. Looking down at him with wild eyes, she tried to find the willpower to keep with her original thought, but she couldn't kill him now. She wanted him too much. Clenching her eyes, her face twisted in an angered pain, and she cocked her fist back. Letting it fly forward, she felt and heard the connection of her knuckles hitting against his jaw in one final blow, knocking him unconscious. Aurelia's eyes remained closed for several moments afterward, catching her breath, still straddling his waist. It felt like hours until her eyes slowly started to open, and when she did, she almost let out a cry of self-hate. He looked so broken... so tortured. Draping herself over his body, Aurel buried her face in his neck, hugging herself to his motionless body. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." was all she could mutter against his skin, despite the fact that she knew he wouldn't register her words. After a few moments, she realized the wetness she felt on her cheeks wasn't blood, and that she had started crying. Crying over something like this... how pathetic. Breaking away from him entirely, she wiped her eyes, riding any of the wetness that had spilled over her waterline. Aurelia Kanst didn't cry, not anymore.

Pulling herself off of him, Aurel crouched down to grab her sword. Using the bottom of her shirt to wipe off the blade, she examined it silently, concentrating as hard as she could to make sure there was nothing different from the harsh drop she had put it through not too long ago. Slowly, satisfied that she hadn't hurt it at all, she put it back, making sure it was secure before she looked around for her dagger. Spotting it, Aurel kept her gaze adverted from Ben's bed, grabbing the dagger's handle. Glancing down at the blood along the pointed edge, she resisted the urge to wipe it off and tucked it back in her pants pocket. The blood would be her reminder of her failure, and encouragement not to let something like this happen again. As soon as she was all set, her weapons intact, she walked over to the framed painting she had ruined. It was barely hanging up, which made it easier to pull down. Gripping the frame, the canvas having torn to give her a handle to grip onto, she dragged it towards the elevator. Calling it, she pulled out a clean dagger, one that didn't have Ben's blood staining its blade, and waited for it to ding open. Walking to the farthest wall, she pressed the picture against the side of the elevator, gripping the dagger rather tightly. Narrowing her eyes, she channeled as much strength as she could into her arm, and she lodged the dagger into the side of the elevator's wall. Releasing it, she took a step back, holding her arm out to stop the elevator doors from closing. Admiring the new hanging spot for her family's portrait, her eyebrows pulled together. Everyone who used the elevator would see it. They'd all be aware that Benjamin had had a life before this. A family. He had meant something, once.

With a sigh, she left the elevator, returning to the window she had used to gain entry into his flat. Inhaling the scent of his home one last time, she exited out the window, not bothering to worry about the fire exit. She gripped the rail on the rusted metal and flung herself over it, arms extending on either side of her into a swan dive. It wasn't until she had almost hit the bottom that she curled her legs into her body, landing on the toes of her feet. Rolling onto her shoulder, she recoiled, stopping on her back, her arms laying on either side of her, staring up at the place she had just dived from. Closing her eyes, she pulled herself to her feet and started walking towards her Kawasaki ninja, pleased that it was still where she had left it. After pulling her sunglasses back on, she pulled her keys out from the saddle bag on the passenger's seat and mounted the street bike. With quick movements, she inserted the key into the ignition and twisted, kicking the kickstand back up at the same time. Revving the engine loudly, she ignored the echo it made and took off, willing herself not to look back at the failure she had promised herself she'd never make.

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tag . benjamin
words . 1,967
outfit . hurr | ring
notes . i love how she's not sorry until she almost molests him. ;D