Part two, Shadowed Stars
Sarah stared up at him, wide-eyed, he knew, and he knew how she was willing to use it.
"Thought so," Came his charmed reply to her stare.
"H-how?" She stammered at his grin.
"You have an aura Little One, we all do."
"You can see them too, then?!" Her fear was gone, replaced by curiosity, and her childish youth.
"Once I was changed, I could see a lot of things." He was no longer leaning toward her and the tenseness in his broad shoulders was gone. It was her turn to lean forward, and she did. "What is it like?" Childlike curiosity shinning in her violet eyes.
"The change is painful, the life is torture..." He smiled.
"Thought so," Now she smiled.
Oh, how it transforms her features..., he thought, watching her closely.
"Friends?" He asked, holding out a hand.
"Hopefully more than," She giggled noticing how he was still between her legs, and taking his hand.
"Good." He leaned forward and kissed her nose, "You are young, but you are quite different." He smiled.
"And you are old, but quite the same."
He laughed, and snapped his right hand, the lock on her bedroom door made a click, and Sarah giggled again.
"You are more beautiful when happy, Little One. Yet you are more often sad, no?"
"Quite, it is this world and its people..." She sighed sadly, but he took the chance to tickle her and she laughed loudly as she could only squirm.
"You will be wise one day, Little One." He whispered in her ear as she finally collapsed, out of breath, in his strong arms.
"Maybe, but I wont admit to it." She sighed, breathing in his deep scent and enjoying all the wonders it brought.
"You trust me yet?" He asked, looking down at her small from, her hair messy from his tickling, and he smiled.
"Just a little, you tried to scare me...and you did pretty well." She glared playfully up at him, and then giggled, unable to keep a straight face at his devilish grin.
"It's my specialty!" He posed like he was proud, and Sarah laughed.
"I wouldn't doubt it. You're very good at what you do..." She replied.
"Is that a complement for the bloodsucker?" He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe." Sarah smiled, and poked his nose lightly.
"You're such a little girl." He said, feigning sincerity, and catching her finger.
"Maybe you're a pedophile?" She poked his nose with the other finger.
"No, just the living dead." He caught the other, and pulled Sarah up on her knees, they were eyelevel now, and he could see the bright violet of her eyes more clearly. "What does the little girl think of, I wonder?" He asked, brushing her dark golden hair out of her face.
"Too much, too much of the time, and then some." Sarah replied, watching Saris' features and poking his mind with her empathy.
"Hey, I felt that." He smiled, fangs poking out over his lower lip.
Sarah laughed. He's well shielded; this is going to take some time. She thought, still staring intently in his eyes.
"Oh, no you don't, not unless I say so." He tickled her again, causing her to lose focus, and squirm all over again.
"Alright, alright!" Sarah gasped against laughs.
"I'm not a play toy, little girl. You're not going to get into my head, like you do your little human friends." Saris was still holding her down, his devilish grin ever present.
"Oh, really? I thought you said to come play with you." She giggled and poked him mentally again, harder this time and he blinked.
"Hey, that one was harder." He laughed, "Almost hurt."
"I can do better, if you want me to." She laughed at his stunned expression.
"Why, I ever." He looked at her from a moment longer, How does she do it? Always poking me in just that way, she even did it when she didn't even know I was there. He thought just before kissing her deeply. Sarah looked somewhat surprised for a moment before kissing back. A moment or so passed of just them holding tightly onto each other's mouths before they had to break for air.
"Maybe you should trust me too." Sarah whispered as she watched his face intently.
"You act as if you know me..." He was a little out of it, lost in thoughts; his face serious.
"I almost feel as if I do. I know better than that, but you want me to trust you. Can I not do both?" She probed his mind again, his shields were looser and he looked at her directly as she tried.
"I can't guarantee the happiest of thoughts, and my memories could kill, quite frankly did." He replied, letting his shields up farther, feeling her slip into his mind. Sarah was careful to stay distant of anything that held too dark an aura for her mood, but it didn't take long before she found herself immersed in his thoughts, feelings and memories.