Draw a monster. Why is it a monster?

               “——-being dead?” The question lingered before the young vampire saw the similar features on the male in front of her compared to the blonde that had sunk her teeth into her own neck less than a year ago. “Noah —– right? Carmikael?”

( “My reputation must precedes me.” ) Noah smirked, tipping his head in a form of bow to the younger vampire. ( “--And you are?” )

“Oh shut up, I’m sure there’s someone I’ve been rather nice to. Statistically, it’s virtually impossible for there not to be more than one even. Who knows, maybe they caught me on a particularly good day.” Though most of her good days, never equated to anyone else’s. If anything, she was wired almost completely opposite. It was really only at her lowest point that Lyssa thought to reel in her rather.. eccentric ways, and even then, they were few and far between. She’d been hard pressed to find herself at such a low point in her life. “God, aren’t I fucking lucky.” She droned out with as much an unimpressed tone as her features gave away. “If you don’t mind, I’d much rather ignore this consequence altogether.” Despite the all to sweet sound of her voice, it dripped with every ounce of poison she could offer Noah Carmikael himself, the one man that both deserved it and didn’t in the same breath. She wasn’t interested in him taking a liking to her charm, not anymore. “I’m sure there’s at least a handful of mindless new vampires running around that you can mess with rather than bothering me, who knows, you could find yourself a new pet.” Lyssa wasn’t bothered, she’d push and she’d push until he snapped – she wasn’t afraid of him in any sense, and neither was she all too impressed by his attempts at civility. “You certainly do have a few screws loose… I suppose that counts as special, but then again.. you’re one among many in that sense. — Is now a bad time to tell you that I’ve actually been following Micah around and not you? He thought you could use a little spark in your life, but it turns out I’m madly in love with him and have been for years.” Mock sarcasm became her as much as chaos and destruction ever did as she pinned Noah with a blank stare. “We’re done here.”

( “Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?” ) Noah’s head tipped to the side a little before he chuckled. He could barely remember a time, in any of his memories, where Lyssa had been kind to anyone - genuinely kind, where it didn’t benefit her. If she gained something from it she’d fake it, but there wasn’t a kind bone in her body and Noah wasn’t sure there ever had been. It had been what he’d been so drawn to in the first place, it had been among the many reasons he had stolen her human life. ( “Why would I want a newer model, when the classics are clearly much better?” ) He queried, looking her up and down slowly. ( “They say the best wines are aged for decades, or in this case - centuries. Don’t belittle yourself Lyssa, you were far more to him than just a pet... ” ) Noah couldn’t say the same about himself in this state, he had intended for that to be her part in his life - but his humanity had managed to keep him away from her for the majority of their extended lifetime. ( “Then that makes two of us... just one more thing we have in common.” ) The humor was short lived, as was Noah’s temper at times like this. Ripper Noah didn’t like to be told no, he didn’t like being turned down, and though he found her mildly amusing - there was only so much he would take before he snapped. Any sign of amusement fell from his face like a mask he had dropped and he lunged for her, pinning her back against the bar, arms either side of her so she was more or less trapped. ( “We are by no means ‘done here’.” ) He growled, almost spitting in his rage. ( “Tell me Lyssa, what exactly was it that made you change your mind about me, huh? What - couldn’t bare to share the limelight? Couldn’t stand to share the crazy? Did you finally meet your match and turn tail and run?” )

“I’m still tryin’ to figure out what the actual fuck made you believe I wanna talk to you, of all people, right now. What’s mildly embarrassing is your inability to take a fuckin’ hint.”

( “Have you not learnt by now that making people uncomfortable is among one of my favorite things to do. Annoying you also makes the top five. Just below feeding from pretty blondes whilst they plan their weddings.” ) 

          “The only thing that would surprise me at his point is if you wandered into a church and didn’t come out with blood on your hands.”

( “You say that like you don’t see me as a holy man, Brennan.” )

Raised voices didn’t usually bother her, but attached to someone seemingly so unhinged it was almost too much for her to openly handle without flinching, the blonde catching the mindless apology on her tongue before it slipped and broke the air. “You know he won’t do that.” She said instead, though — in reality, she wasn’t sure to what lengths Vince might go in such a situation, she could really only hope that it didn’t end with the kind of acceptance that had changed her friend before her. “And this? — This is really your true nature?” Though she’d already tried distracting him, the longer she spoke, the better chance she had of working something out, or perhaps her fiance would come home earlier than usual, a neighbor or something – but something was better than nothing. “You haven’t always been like this – We’re friends, Noah.. You’ve never been like this before.” Then again — she’d never really known what Noah was doing until Vince worked it out for himself. Everything she remembered about the Carmikael was a well suited facade. He flicked the lock and her heart lept into her chest, instinctively she moved backwards slowly, the smile that broke his features made her feel ill. “Share? — You’ve got it all wrong. I’m not anything to him. We broke up years ago. He’s not going to care…– whatever you do, it’ll be for nothing.”

( “I’ve known him a lot longer than you have Aurelia, several lifetimes longer in fact. I know exactly what he will and wont do... I’ve seen him do it before.” ) Noah didn’t move at first, waiting to see what her next move would be, and when she started moving backwards he followed. Matching the length and pace of her footsteps exactly, keeping the distance between them the same. ( “You knew a shadow. A shell. You knew a version of me trying to hold onto humanity that had long ago been stripped from my very bones. You never really knew the real me, just like you’ve never known the real Vince.” ) Noah began unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them up slowly as he continued to follow her retreating footsteps. He let his head fall to the side slightly as he looked at her, a pretty little thing it wasn’t a wonder that Vince had taken a shine to her. ( “I could tell you many stories. Would you still have loved him if you’d have known the villages he slaughtered with me? The people we killed just for fun? The motiveless carnage we caused?” ) Noah smiled again, almost wishing he could share the memories with her - project them on the wall for her to see. Bloodshed and violence everywhere. Would she still have believed this wasn’t the real him? Would she have still believed Vince couldn’t have been capable of that? ( “Oh, I’ll be the judge of that. Nothing I do is ever for nothing - but I’m not going to hurt you Aurelia. Not yet.” ) 

“Yeah, I do. What can I say? You are old as fuck and I would think these things would come naturally to you. If you get a membership you might even get a discount from the hardware store. Everyone is delusional so really not much of an insult. Thank you, Noah. For adding more bodies to be put underneath us. Lord knows if the witches ever decides to bring the dead alive we can thank you for making that crowd high in numbers.” 

( “I much prefer to leave my mess for others to clean up, and why would I want to make that easier for them by using plastic wrap. Also - it’d definitely cramp my style, but I appreciate the suggestion. Where you not around when that happened? It was quite the event - dead roaming the streets, there was actually a surprisingly small number of spirits after me that night. So I decided to up my game, just in case it ever happened again.” )

“I prefer smart. A thousand years worth of enemies? Now who could’ve predicted that… It almost makes you wonder just how many of them are coming up with clever little ways to put you in a box.”

( “Probably all of them, the real question is how many of them actually have the guts to go through with their clever little plans.” )

“Good, you can keep the careers to yourself. Half of them probably have an unpaid tab dating back fifteen years. No feeding in the Fontaine watering hole, Carmikael. I keep up the rules here, I don’t care about profits. This place going under wouldn’t make me lose sleep, there’s plenty of other jobs around town.”

( “Maybe, but don’t worry - everyone always ends up paying their dept. Don’t worry - I’m on my best behaviour.” ) Noah chuckled, holding up his hands as if that proved his innocence. ( “Plus, I ate before I came in.” )

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Noah, because he’s had a couple hundred years worth of practice. 

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Cait - I feel like her taste buds still need to be redefined again so she struggles to find human food she likes rn. 

Who does the grocery shopping? - Noah, he’s the more domesticated one.

How often do they bake desserts? - They don’t - April provides desserts. 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat, as rare as they can make it without it still being alive. 

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - I think it’d be pretty even? Noah more likely - but Caitlyn tries. 

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Caitlyn - just for a change. 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Noah, probably several times before she said yes. 

Who is the best man/men? - Vince is best man, Ivan’s probably groomsman. Micah was asked to walk Lyssa down the isle. 

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Lyra and Remi

Who did the most planning? - Noah wanted to get involved, but Lyssa compelled others to do it for them. 

Who stressed the most? - Noah because he’s worried she’ll ditch him and leave him standing at the alter. 

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Carter and Alex… Carter to Noah dismay, and Alex because even with his humanity on Noah can’t stand him. 

Sex:

Who is on top? - Lyssa mostly, Noah on occasion when he’s feeling brave. 

Who is the one to instigate things? - Noah because he can’t keep his hands off her, but Nyssa likes to surprise him out of the blue. She’s more spontaneous. 

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - They can go for days, but they both had responsibilities and Noah doesn’t like to push his luck with how much she can tolerate him at one time. 

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Noah will always make sure Lyssa is satisfied over himself. 

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (Though I feel like it’s mostly Lyssa.)

                 “Over-confidence usually ends with horrible situations. Although, you should probably get your coldness checked out if you’re that cold all the time.”

( “Not over-confidence. Literally a fact. Also, that’s probably not a good idea. Doctor’s might find it a little worrisome - or in fact, intriguing - that I probably read a temperature akin to that which you might expect a cadaver to be. Y’know, what with being dead and all.” ) 

          “Yep, everyone who’s not some blood sucking, murderous leech, is boring; you got it.”

( “Oh, it’s got nothing to do with you not being a vampire, or with you being a hunter for that matter. You’re just exceptionally boring and I’m sure you would be if you were a blood sucking, murderous leech too.” )

“That’s really not that surprising, it’s usually always me. – O..-oh, No, no you don’t need to do that, Noah.”

( “Okay, okay - I can tell when I’m not wanted. It’s unusual, but I’ll take the hit. But -- If you do change your mind, you know where to find me.” )

Without fail, she paused and held up her index finger to hush him momentarily, “I think I just threw up at little.” Like a mosquito, in the months since moving past whatever pain he’d forced her to feel after so long of being numb to it, once she’d finally fallen to her usual distaste for both him and the man he was in his right mind; burying everything well beneath it under iron and stone, Lyssa could only hope he’d fly too close to a zapper and that would be the end of him. “You deserved it, and it was either a cage or drawn and quartered, I was being kind.” Something she’d never been in the least. “I don’t ever deal with consequences, it’s part of my charm.” Short and sharp, her venomous tongue made it all the easier to cut any further conversation with him short. Responsible or not; she’d never accepted that kind of thing before now, and despite the last year of her life being all too different to her usual self, he’d been gone long enough for her to realize she loved herself more than she could ever love him. “Hold onto those memories, Noah, they’re all you’re going to have of our time together.” She rolled her eyes and turned towards her office, more than done with his mindless idea of a welcome home. “I’m exceedingly vocal with everyone, I hope you didn’t consider yourself anything truly special.”

  ( “You’ve never been kind to anyone in your long, long life, Lyssa. Don’t pretend like you even know the meaning of the word.” ) Noah chuckled, rolling his eyes at the thought of her even being kind. She’d only ever shown that potential to be kind with the other him, yet it had been a fleeting glimpse into the girl she might have been had he not turned her all those centuries ago. The woman she might have become had he not stolen her humanity along with her mortality. ( “But at least you’re honesty about one thing. Unfortunately for you though, I think I’ve rather taken a liking to your charm - so this is one consequence you’re either going to have to deal with or put up with.” ) There was truth behind those words, he had rather taken a shine to her - despite trying to kill her not all that long ago in the span of their lives. This truth evident in the fact there weren’t all that many people he allowed to speak to him they was she did, and also in the fact that the last time she had - he’d ran her through with a chair leg. ( “Come on now Lyssa. We both know I’m exceedingly special. How many other guys have you followed around for centuries? -- And don’t try to insist that you were only looking for the truth, we both know that’s a lie.” )