Lessons in Darkness. - The Basement

She returned the affection, bring a hand up to cup the back of his head.

"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. I don't know if you plan on teaching me the art of making claws, but that's about the only way I could become more dangerous."

He just stayed there. His head in her hand, thinking long and hard for a moment. She was not his, nor did he even know what it was he wanted from her, outside of just this affection. Maybe something, maybe nothing.

"Is that what you want from me? Claws?"

His head pulled back a bit, keeping that two inch range that they had once held, but not further away. His eyes looked do hers, directly. Searching for the truth of it.

She smiled crookedly, but her eyes searched his just as he searched her face. She didn't move her hand from his head, though.

"I would be lying if I didn't say that having them would be nice. But I'm not entirely sure what I want from you. It's not a mate, for I have one. But this is a strange friendship, and I'm not sure where it's going."

A mate.

To touch him, was cold. He didn't bother with hiding things like his lack of warmth, or lack of breathing, while in this form, at the moment. He was a monster, in his mind, so no use pretending to be something you were not.

"A mate. No... not that. Never that, for me..." he most certainly did not feel he ever deserved to have one, again.

His eyes closed, and his head nuzzled a small bit, into her hand.

"Claws, is not the end. No. Not for you... "

His eyes opened and instead of green.. they were golden... snakelike.. and... hypnotic. But he only looked to her, for a moment, before breaking the contact. Eyes blinked, and were back to green. "And not for me."

He sighed. Finally, a human gesture.

"I dont mind being used... Ill give you what you want. Just... do not abuse. I would rather not have you as an enemy." But it did not sound like his lack of desire for such, was out of any fear of her.

She gently pulled his forehead down until it was touching hers.

"You are not a tool to be used. Yes, that's what vampires do. But I will teach you in return. I will build you wonders. We will not be enemies. We will be friends."

He shook his head...

"Do not trust me, too much... " He spoke honestly, and in a near whisper.

"Especially, if the Beast takes hold... it will attempt to eat the souls of other Kindred, whenever it can.. do not be in the way, should it ever come out..."

He lifted his eyes, looking straight into her own.

"'She' will attempt to destroy me, in those moments, along with everything I hold dear... I do not wish to harm you." He did not clarify who 'she' was.

She blinked once. Then nodded slightly.

"I will not let that happen. I promise that you will never harm me. I have ways to escape your Beast."

Rolf didn't speak much of his Beast, or the bitch that resided within him. Ever. To those that ever saw his true form, an easy conclusion to be drawn was that he had little control over his anger... but the story ran much deeper than that.

He nodded a bit, and leaned in nuzzling affectionately, while the moment lasted.

But he knew it should end, and with her having a mate... and a growing affection for the girl, creeping in, it had to end... for now. Slowly he pulled away, and glanced at the door that led back into the hotel.

"You should probably leave. Max will be down here, soon, to finish the clothes... and I need some time to think... about the claws."

He looked at her feet, for a moment.

"I will escort you back out, should you wish it."

She tilted her head to the side.

"I will not intrude if you wish time alone. To think. I can make my own way back."

He shook his head.

"You are free to stay, if you wish. I assumed you had other places to be, being as important at you are. I regret I will not be able to offer you a bed, tho. At least, not a proper one." He glaced over to a small pile of clothes... chances were... that was the guest bed. Looked comfy, tho!

He smirked at the thought of it, then his eyes fell back upon her... and he just fell silent. Wondering... gears in his mind... turning.

She smiled.

"I am busy. I have a Childe to care for. But you should take time to think. And you should have somewhere better than this to live. I will think on the problem."

He snorted and waved a hand dismissively at the room itself.

"This is a formality. I use it only for the sake of having a residence and place to drag pretty blue haired girls, for secret affairs." He smirked.

"The surroundings are fine. I typically sleep in the ground, in random locations, anyways."
He just nodded to her. Mate and Childe. Noted.

"Good night, RazOr." spoken softly, a little less cold.

She smiled. Then, without seeming to think, she leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"Have pleasant thoughts, Rolf."

He blinked at the kiss, but did not seem distressed by it. Maybe a little confussed, but not bothered. Maybe a hint of appreciated, a larger hint of shy. His eyes lowered a touch.

"Would be a nice change. I hope I do." Another round of honesty.

From there, he fell silent, slight lingering smiled upon the corners of his lips... and would watch as she moved away. An inward sigh took place, and he turned... moving towars a cement wall... beginning to slash at it with those claw dipped fingertips. The wall looked like it was definitely not the first time.

She doesn't vanish from sight until she's at the door. But then she's gone.

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