Power Couple

I'm not one for darkness. Not usually.
My world is colourful and bright and honest.
But as the mortal approaches
And I see Mercutio's fingers touch the other’s cheek
Darkness is exactly what I crave.
Darkness and raw animalistic sensuality.
As my skin tingles and my eyes wander the mortal appreciatively,
I can't help but wonder whether teeth on my neck would feel as good as flesh in my hands 
Or nails in my hips.

And I wonder, glancing over to see him feed, 
Whether it satisfies the way hands do –
And whether I could taste on skin the difference he tastes in the blood.

Maybe.

He speaks rarely, my little alleycat, and I do hope that tonight he finds comfort 
In the soft delicacy my bedmate enjoys

For he'll find none with me.

There are some who revel in the emotion of coupling:
The tender softness of bodies and hearts meeting

But I am fae.

My nails and teeth draw blood to the surface. 
I leave my mark in case I wish to return.

I do not often return.

One thing I do like about this realm: cellphones. 
No need to hunt – your prey will come to you if you’re willing to wait.

Arden's assertion that I am a possession raises my hackles. 
Even as my mind alights on the thought I snarl, nails dragging across mortal skin as I punish him
For my bitter frustration.

I belong to no one.

He agrees with me, of course – he knows better than to argue with the creature astride him.

And yet what did I do but call for Mercutio's attention? 

I am not an object to be passed around – I will not be leashed or bound to any

The jacket.
This jacket has more significance than I thought if Arden thinks I am owned because of it.
Is the giving of the jacket not the giving of some part of him?
His closeness,
His awareness of my scent –
Do they not speak to a dedication?
Or is it confirmation to him and others that no one else may share in my promises?

In either case, perhaps the cost is outweighed by the benefit:
For now his existence is enthralling,
And as long as he does not expect me to be any more or less than I am,
I see no issue.

Besides, there's only a century on him. 
Imagine how far he has to grow.

Is this what they mean by “Power Couple”?

I look at the way he caught the mortal’s gaze and compare it
To my own purr of satisfaction when his attention is consumed by me.

Who enthralled whom?

A good match, and after the touch of home on my body,
The promise of more fun is especially exciting.
Or would have been more so -

Isaac is trying to get a rise out of me - and it almost succeeded.
It's almost as though he wishes to die.
Not just me - he did not hurt just me - but the sensibilities of all in the school.
Does he derive some pleasure from it?
I do not see it if so.
He looks so utterly unhappy.

All the more reason for him to live.

The words he spoke do not deserve the mercy of death, 
And my power is stronger when held over the the painfully, desperately alive. 
Dead: he may reach resolution, move on to wherever it is mortals go. 
Alive: he can bleed and bleed and bleed.

As my alley cat lets go my hand and returns to his delicacy, darkness enshrouds me like a cloak: a soft chuckle in my ear, cool breath on my neck and bad decisions to come warming my cheeks.
I do not know what happens when vampires drink fae blood, but I intend to find out.

Perhaps I don’t need a puppy after all.