#{c;fletcher}

Bellamy was having fun doing her research for her newest assignment, but it was the sight of the familiar face that was distraction enough. “Fletcher!” She couldn’t contain her excitement as she was all smiles and ran up to him. “Where the hell have you been lately? I swear you did the here and gone thing and it wasn’t nice.”

The Sanatorium was without a doubt the go to. Under the cover of the dark she was easily able to sneak her way around people. There was guy in particular who looked a bit one edge about being there. Evidently convinced by friends, and Remy took full advantage. She sweet talked the first ten minutes to put him at ease, her words a purr in his ear as she kissed his neck if to just feel the vibrations of a pulse beneath his skin. She didn’t need compulsion to get him to follow when she took his hand to lead him away from the mess of people and out the door. Either too surprised or still thinking he was dreaming it all, he followed without more than a ‘what are we doing?’ question asked.

Remy rounded the corner to the alley beside the bar, some of the music still noticeable to her ears. She gave him a shove by the shoulder’s and into the hard brick of the exterior wall. His eyes grew wide, a argument rising on his tongue that she silenced as she pressed herself close to sink her fangs into his neck. The sweet taste of his blood  left her in that blissful haze she always looked forward to. The little vampire content and unrelenting as he squirmed beneath a rock hard grip that she refused to lessen until she was done.