Aamon

"OUT"

*I look up at you, my eyes pleading. I'm still on the floor and I can't get up without slipping on the ice. I take a deep breath and try to remain calm.* P-please, I'm sorry...... I won't bother you again...... Just let me stay here for a few more minutes, I promise I won't say a word......

"I SAID OUT!!" *I shot my frostbreath at you*

*I open my eyes and look around at the bedroom I found myself summoned to. There was a canopy bed with a pink comforter and several plushies and posters on the walls. I look down and my eyes meet yours. You sat on the floor, looking up at me as if surprised. Or terrified. A grin spreads across my lips, my fangs flashing.* Well, aren't you just the cutest little mortal... What is a pretty thing like you doing black magic for? *I lean down to your level, my eyes lingering on yours.*

uh-uhm........ *you say softly seemingly speechless as your frozen in shock, more nervous and in awe then anything*

*I chuckle softly, amused by your reaction. I extend a hand, gently brushing a lock of your white hair away from your face. You can feel the heat of my breath on your neck as I lean closer.*