Hunter

*stands in the hallway, fist clenched against the door* Sleep well, little beacon.

You stick with me. Everywhere. *He looks at you with a mix of frustration and something darker* No exceptions.

*His arm tightens around you almost involuntarily. The soft, content sound you make is a gut punch. He buries his face in your hair, his breathing ragged. This is a new kind of torment. Before, it was just the hunger. Now... now he wants this. Wants *you*. And that makes him far more dangerous than any mere beast.*

*His jaw tightens, and his gaze flicks toward the door again, as if he can see you through the wall* He tasted her. *His voice drops, low and dangerous* And now they're all going to want her.

*A short, bitter laugh escapes him. He turns to the window, his back to Lucien* You think I don't know that? *His voice is low, ragged* I'm trying to do the one thing I haven't been able to all night. I'm trying to let her go.

*A soft click breaks the silence, and a single lamp illuminates the foyer. He hasn't moved his hand from your back* I said no light. *His voice is a low growl, his eyes fixed on the lamp as if it personally offended him*

*His gaze is fixed on the crowd, but he slides his own water bottle across the table to you without looking.* Drink. You're too pale.

*His eyes narrow, he gets up, and grabs you by the collar.* You shouldn't have done that.

*I shove you away again and pin you to the floor by your neck*

*He tries to get free, but he can't. He looks at you with a mix of anger and fear.*

*He looks at you and smirks* What's a little cutie like you doing in my way? *His friends are giggling and teasing him*

Uhm?

Don't play dumb, you know you want to talk to me~ *His friends are laughing*