STARS SO BLIND -- drake

[Amelia Elnora Hale.]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

She knew it was morning, knew it had just been yet another night she had spent in his place. Her head lay rested on her arms, her bare skin covered by the silk sheets, hair covering her face. Groaning, she swiped away the hair from her face, rubbing her eyes extensively so maybe - just maybe - she wouldn't feel so groggy. Kicking off the sheets, she gave up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. With shaky fingers, she rubbed her temples, willing her headache to poof in a cloud of purple dust and never come back. The room was bright, too bright even, like the sun itself could have been floating there to wake her up personally. It wasn't like she chose this kind of routine anymore, but these things were necessary. Anyways, she had been through worse hadn't she? How many other mornings would she wake up the same way? Too many. So much, she waved off the thought immediately, heading straight for the bathroom to scrub her skin raw once more.

Under the pounding hot water, Amelia was able to clear her head. Or at the very least, she was able to pretend she was, overloading on soap and scratching at her skin although it was already clean. She still felt disgusted, and it wasn't like she could help it either. The newly established arrangement that Ammie now lived under wasn't exactly one out of kindness. If at all, it was anything but. In exchange for knowing that her loved ones were protected and safe - from both them and the Brotherhood as she knew it - she was under service of one of the abominations she wished to be as far away from. And it wasn't like he was any werewolf of the sorts either. No, she had to deal with a royal. To the day, Amelia still kicked herself mentally for accepting such a thing, but it wasn't like she couldn't help it. Under her extensive training, being manipulated into service for protection wasn't apart of it. "Now, now, stop being selfish," she chided to herself as she stepped out, skin pearly pink in color as she dried off.

Throwing on a bra and panties she found on the floor near the bed, as well as her fleece Bonds Sloppy Joe hoodie she wore the day before, Amelia crunched her hair as she looked around the room. Sometimes she could forget exactly what happened, but almost always she remembered the day after. It wasn't like this all the time, but she had begun to be increasingly absent from her Oak Ridge home. And her job. She had been trying, and she was forgetting to get back in touch with the others she truly worked with. Shiloh, her cousin, and of course, a few others who knew a bit more than she. Amelia shook her head, though, willing her migraine to shrink as she stared out the picture window and at the waking world. She hadn't even realized it was after noon, possibly even early evening by the look of the sky's harsh golds and yellows burning into a dusk. Did I really sleep all day? Scoffing, she didn't turn away, eyes glued on the street outside, just on the other side of the glass. What I would give not to know anymore.

WORDS, 558. TAGGED, DRAKE BELDON. ATTIRE, CLICK. NOTES, REALLY SHORT, BUT HERE YOU GO!

[Drake Ramsy Beldon.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] He stood leaning against the doorway, wolfish grin flashing his white teeth at the back of the blond woman staring out his bedroom window; he was genuinely amused by her sorrowful attitude and self hating personality she had somewhat formed over the few times this arrangement was put into effect. He could care less about the woman who would plead at his feet for the safety of her brother and almost lover, gaining the names of the two had changed things dramatically. Ethan was in some sense a member to Ortega and yet he was seeming to forever to be disappearing and Drake did not take the lack of his presence and in his mind loyalty to well, so when this opportunity to in words 'play' with his lover presented itself he would have been a fool too let it pass him by, as well gaining a new toy to pull at the strings of. His smile brightened at thinking of the old saying that good things came to those were patient and would wait and it seemed when one did the good things came pouring in at a magnitude. He had been up early even for his standards; watching the young girl in his study still sleep from the nights previous events which he was sure Amelia had missed out on being she never left this room or the upstairs which was a rule set by himself, but he expected some sort of rebellion on her part even if so small as too step out of his room. He preferred a little fire in his woman, but he would take this with a grain of salt remembering the real reason he gave the small human the time of day; Theta was starting to question whether or not Drake was collecting young, human woman and Drake had only answered back what a collection it was starting to be. His brother always showed a worried expression for the young blond that stayed with them and recently he had voiced his concern when Drake had brought the other human woman home with bruises and scrapes on her body which most were caused by Drake. Never did the brothers get along perfectly; Drake taking up activities that Theta found purely disgusting and horrible, but he generally kept quite and learned to ignore his twin as had Drake done. Mentally clearing his head of the thoughts of his brothers odd behavior for later he stepped from his position at the door to stand behind her; laying his hand on her shoulder and with the other tracing the column of her neck with a feather light caress; a reminder of how gentle he could be, but how with her never would be. A mocking and insulting touch that matched the smirk crooking his thin lips. She was there after-all for his amusement and for him to play with. Brushing her hair over one shoulder he rested his head on the bare shoulder and crook of her neck, staring ahead in the slight reflection of the two in the mirror. "Looking for a mental escape, my dear?" There was a pout in his voice was merely there to tease and mock her, his face turned inward to her neck where he inhaled her scent before grinning against the flesh there. "You always make sure to wash me off from here..." He traced down her cheek and around her jaw with a sickly bright smile; hand gripping her chin forcefully to turn her head to lock her eyes with his own bold and cold blue ones. "But you can never FULLY wash yourself rid of me." There was a dark truth in his words and..a threat? Harshly he shoved her face away while letting the vice like grip go of her chin, his features no longer dark and serious; flipping some switch that had his handsome face lighting up in a glorious smile of white teeth with eyes shinning brightly. Drake truly was a handsome man; woman and men wanted while some wanted to be him, but that darkness that always lingered in his smiles or eyes turned people off immediately. Placing his hands on the nightstand behind him he placed all his weight on his palms, crossing his feet at the ankles with a grin as if he knew a new secret she did not. "Don't look so sad now,pet." Once again his grin widened at her little nickname which was only used to remind her of her role. "Your no longer it seems the only human to take up my time anymore."

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[Amelia Elnora Hale.]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Amelia almost jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder, although it wasn't anything threatening. Under the circumstances, she believed Drake to be damned by all means. But like this, with the light kind of caress that traced the contour of her neck, he almost seemed gentle. She saw through it though, for she quickly learned that there was a meaning behind everything that he did. Even by his insulting touch, the sick way he reminded her of what he truly was not, Amelia still had to play the marionette. She was only a mere human under their eyes, something breakable, something fragile that could be easily replaced. Goosebumps formed under his touch, however, and she was sure it wasn't just because of the chilled air of the room, or even by standing by the glass that lead out into the autumn evening. For a moment, Amelia refused to turn her brown gaze to him, in that soft way she did because she had too. She almost even cracked a sickening sweet smile when he brushed her hair over one shoulder, resting his head on the bare skin there, head leaning into her neck.

Slow your heart rate down, he can probably hear it, she told herself. She could feel the beats in her ears, like drums that could match the rhythm of bass in a song. Adrenaline pumped violently into her veins, racing there, just underneath her skin. Amelia slowly sucked in a breath through her nostrils, eyes unblinkingly forward as they stood there for another moment. "Looking for a mental escape, my dear?" he said in a pouting kind of way, even if it was for show. Amelia didn't give him the benefit of the doubt of an answer, because he already knew what it was. Yes, she was his plaything, his entertainment. And lately, a sulking mood had overtaken her, when she should have been a bit upbeat. All she had to do was keep him happy. "You always make sure to wash me off from here.." he mocked, inhaling her her scent from the raw skin on her neck. She caught her breath in her throat, concentrating on the feeling of his finger tracing cheek and around her chin before grasping it tightly, forcefully turning her head towards him so their eyes were level. Complete opposites - his blue eyes merely icy, compared to the stark contrast of her deep brown ones. Ammie could only imagine how they would look in their other state; the inhuman shade of blue of a wolf, tinged with gold. That's what probably scared her the most - the thought of seeing the human-like eyes of anyone she'd care for in such a damned state.

And now with Drake standing with his body close to her's, their faces inches apart, he looked at her with those blue eyes that lied to her just by being. There was something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but no matter how he acted, how genuine he seemed to show, there was also that little bit of detail that she also missed. Just a small thing that caught her off guard. At first she believed it to be the fact that it was instinct, just that kind of thing that told her he just wasn't like her. But now she wasn't so sure. Especially looking at him now, the contoured line of her lips in a slightly upward curve that was barely detectable, Amelia got the same vibe. "But you can never FULLY wash yourself rid of me." He pushed her away, then, and it only took her a second for her reflexes to kick in so she could regain her balance. Just enough so she didn't look like a complete weak toy. She rubbed her jaw for a minute, her shoulders seemingly relaxed as she stood there a few feet away from him. It was like someone flipped a switch on him - both mentally in physically. His stature appeared calm, his usually handsome face brightened by a full-tooth, white grin. A rare sight to see, usually. Even his eyes didn't seem as cold anymore, but Ammie still received that kind of vibe that prickled the skin on the back of her neck - a feeling that just told her that there was something off. With what, she didn't know. Her only guess wasn't exactly relevant anymore. Truthfully, she shouldn't care anymore, either. Amelia was there to stay, and obey the puppeteer to the game she was pawned in, for however long she could keep Adam and Ethan safe, or she was killed.

With shoulders relaxed, head tilted slightly to the side so her chin was still level with his, Amelia carefully watched him. Her body stood still and silent, brown eyes following his every move as he leaned up against the nightstand, weight on his palms and ankles crossed. The entire posture screamed relaxed, and that's how she wanted him to stay. When Drake was relaxed and somewhat calm, things went generally smoothly. Although she'd been the blunt of a few bruises and the like, Ammie still avoided getting on his nerves. The consequences of doing so weren't just a blemish on her part, but also the two people she vowed to protect - although they surely told her they didn't need it. Amelia played the puppet card, blinking with a half-smile on her heart-shaped face. With on hand, she twirled a strand of her almost-dry hair, other hand holding onto her opposite forearm quite gently. "Don't look so sad now, pet." She giggled then, out of place, but she offered a toothy grin that matched his own, even though Drake was no more or less reminding her of her role in life now. "Your no longer it seems the only human to take up my time anymore."

At this, Amelia only smiled, keeping her mouth shut. For if she didn't, surely she would snap. Not the only one anymore? That wasn't apart of the arrangement. But instead of breaking like a useless thing that she surely seemed to be, Amelia merely bit her lip in a playful way. Her gaze was a seductive one, her role clearly taking over her mindset. "Oh, really? And does this other human have any motives?" she asked sweetly, slowly strolling over, light on her feet. Leaning against the window sill next to him, she stretched her legs out, toes nearly bumping into his feet. "For surely you aren't the only one who isn't fond of sharing?" she said softly, chocolate eyes downcast before flicking up to look at him. Scrunching up her shoulders, the sleeve of her fleece hoodie brushed off her shoulder, exposing the strap of her bra. Her eyes scanned the skin of her legs for a moment, abandoning the idea of running over and slipping on a pair of jeans. Keep him happy, that's your role now. Nothing less, nothing more.

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[Drake Ramsy Beldon.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] His weight pressed more into his palms as he observed her reaction; the seductive tone to her voice and the words that would suggest jealousy, but Drake might have been born at night however it was not last night and he was well rehearsed in the matters of manipulation. If anything he knew it was an act she starred in to protect her simpering brother and lover and if anything she was protecting that deal and arrangement and it was his highest form of entertainment to watch her. "Oh, really? And does this other human have any motives? For surely you aren't the only one who isn't fond of sharing?" His grin turned wolfish while he chuckled, hand reaching to caress her cheek while making a small tsking noise. "Oh, dear Amelia your fake attempts at jealousy are almost convincing if I were anyone else." His smile never faltered though as his voice became mocking and once again he pouted, but his mood was still rather high and light. He had spent the better part of the night watching over the human girl in the study and drinking away the hours; Thetas' words and suggestion haunting his thoughts to a point he could think of nothing else. He seethed at his brother for sticking his nose where it did not belong and making Drake falter in his plan to just do away with the girl. Sighing he wrapped his hand around her wrist to yank her down and against him; positioning her to straddle his lap while his head moved back and forth rubbing against her chest almost like a cat. "It does not matter whether or not you like to share, pet. I never promised to be loyal." He grinned up at her with an almost darker smile, digging his fingers into her hips. "No, your going to be a good little girl and play nice with the new human." Crushing her against his chest he again forced her chin to-ward him to lock his eyes, a slow growl bubbling beneath the hard planes of his chest; "And your going to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut if she asks anything referring to me." It wasn't he would be keeping his nature a secret, impossible to do so if she had witnessed a member of Ortega in that alley, but Drake knew how chatty woman could be and the only source of topic would be him given both woman would have him in common and their situations wouldn't be too different.

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(sorry this is so short and bleh )

[Amelia Elnora Hale.]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Amelia bit her lip, eyes downcast and staring at her feet for a moment, before slowly trailing up to look at Drake. Her sly and sweet kind of smile didn't falter, however, even when that grin of his turned savagely wolfish as he began to chuckle. He reached out to her, fingers lightly grazing the skin of her cheek as he tsked at her, taking the will out of Amelia's muscles to keep from tensing up. Her brown eyes bore into his own blue ones, refusing to flick over and stare at his hand while it was outstretched. "Oh, dear Amelia your fake attempts at jealousy are almost convincing if I were anyone else." Amelia giggled, simply shrugging. Although her gaze flicked away for a moment, she found herself looking at him again, in a more normal way that didn't mean keeping up her act. "One could try, could they not?" she asked, more so thinking aloud than actually directly questioning him in such a way. By doing so, she treaded on thin ice - by second guessing, Amelia could be taking a chance at her brother and Ethan's survival being terminated. She was playing with the fire breathing dragon herself, and by that, she had to be careful. Simple as that.

Drake, however, remained surprisingly calm, although with his comment, came a common pouting tone again. Only until he swiftly gripped her wrist with a sigh, yanking her downward so she was straddling him, his head rubbing back and forth over her chest. She held in a surprised gasp at the quick change of position, keeping her breathing steadily even. "It does not matter whether or not you like to share, pet. I never promised to be loyal." When he grinned at her then, in a much more darker way that she knew well, Amelia couldn't help but lift her chin so their eyes were level. Even then, she had to bite her lip until she tasted blood, his nails digging into the bare skin on her hips. Amelia held her tongue, fearing the worst in a silent way. Keep him happy, that's your only job, she repeated in her head, a silent mantra to keep herself above water and alive. "No, your going to be a good little girl and play nice with the new human," he told her mockingly, crushing her into him, chin tilted upward so her gaze couldn't flicker away. A low growl emanated from the bottom of his throat, rumbling in a way that she could feel, skin crawling. "And your going to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut if she asks anything referring to me."

With a slightly reluctant nod, Amelia sighed, tucking away his orders for safe keeping. She was now the other human's companion, in a sense. And Ammie could assume the role well - besides his brother, Theta, she hadn't had the faintest clue of who knew him better. Drake wasn't all bad, really. He just acted like it on the outside, and because of her duty to keep other's safe, she played along. She was his "pet" after all. Leaning forward with a softer, gentler kind of smile adorning the curve of her lips, Amelia laid her forehead down on his shoulder to rest there. "Of course, I would not dare breathe a word," she told him lightly into his neck, laying a single kiss there. Pulling back, she trailed a loose strand of gold behind her ear. Ammie tilted her head to the side, her previous playful air floating around her once more. "You do seem a bit wary. I can tell, remember?" she said, blinking. "And I do promise, not a word," Amelia declared, motioning zipping her lips, locking it, and throwing an imaginary key over her shoulder.

WORDS, 630. TAGGED, DRAKE BELDON. ATTIRE, CLICK. NOTES, "FIRE BREATHING DRAGON" XD.

[Drake Ramsy Beldon.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] The muscles in his neck tensed, barely visible to the eye as she gently laid a kiss to the skin there; he wanted to growl almost in disgust at the soft exchange between the two in which he despised. Drake wasn't sweet, caring, or gentle in any faint meaning of their definitions, yet he knew he had to use some sort of restraint when it came to Amelia given her fragile human state. With his own head turning into her own neck he inhaled her scent while running his nose up the column of her throat and against her cheek, occasional teeth nipping and scarping against the supple flesh leaving red and angry marks behind his path. Her skin was a creamy white and the red shade her irritated skin turned stood out positively so that he reached out with his index finger to run along the same paths his teeth had scraped against. "You do seem a bit wary. I can tell, remember?" His movements stopped suddenly as his beastly eyes flashed to meet hers in a heated blue color, the flecks of gold starting to fleck his iris. Drake was rigid beneath her straddling legs, finger digging in her thigh while slowly he reached his hand out to close around her throat in such a grip that would not stop her from breathing, but restrict it giving him control on how much air was allowed into her lungs. "Don't delude yourself, Amelia." He spat her name like it was something disgusting that would leave a foul taste in his mouth, his nails sinking into the skin around her neck hoping to leave some sort of mark. "You know nothing about me and it would be in your best interest not to assume you do." The growl emitted from his chest was nothing, but a pure warning and threat. However again almost like flipping a light switch his mood and mannerisms seemed to change; the grip around her throat lessening while his other hand reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear; cupping her chin his thumb stroked her bottom lip almost like a lovers caress while he pouted down at her. "That pretty little mouth is going to cost you one day, my dear." Resting his thumb upon the center of his lip he smirked in an almost cruel way while lowering his voice to a whisper; "Like your brother." Once again his nose ran along her cheek and down to her jaw, his lips hovering over her own. "And we wouldn't want to ever endanger your loved ones, would we?" Index finger trailed gently and teasingly down her throat and the valley between her breasts, his brows drawing together in a mocking frown. "Wouldn't want to damage that pretty face of yours either." His lips collided aggressievly against her own, teeth pulling and nipping at the bottom lip in hopes of extracting a bit of blood. Growling against her mouth he abruptly stopped while in a quick movement much to fast for the human eye he threw her down upon the bed at his side while he stood from the bed. "Then what use would you be to me?" His brow quirked while the back of his hand raised to wipe the foul taste of a human from his mouth, true there was no actual difference in the taste of a werewolf woman and a human one. Although that as well was a slight lie; there was something almost primal in the taste of a woman of his species, something that was there that only a werewolf could detect and taste. Throwing a look over his shoulder he scowled darkly at the blond woman. A distraction and manipulative tool was all she was and now it seemed he was starting a collection of humans. Grinding his teeth together he looked out into the hallway, not bothering to look at her again as he spoke. "Get dressed. I don't need you to parade around in front of Kimberly nearly naked." This time his smirk was bitter-sweet and mocking as was his chuckle; eyes cast again over his shoulder with a raised brow. "What kind of father would I be , then?"

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[Amelia Elnora Hale.]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Amelia took a sharp intake of breath, the nerves under her skin focusing on the feel of Drake's breath on the thin layer of skin on her neck. Her eyes closed, her lips sealed shut from protest of any kind as she felt his teeth nip at the skin on her cheek and around her mouth, the skin there stinging and reddening. His finger traced the outline of the marks marring her skin, so subtly that her eyes remained closed, her breath exhaling through her nostrils in slow tendrils. However, her timing was off, and when she opened them, she met his own with a fierce intensity of harsh blue and her chocolate brown. She could barely catch her mistake as the flash and flickers of gold began to shimmer in those irises, one hand now clenched around her throat, the other's nails digging into the flesh of her bare thigh. Her lip quivered, every defensive instinct coursing through her bones fighting against bringing her hands up to meet his wrist, for anyway of restriction would cut of her little air flow that he allowed. "Don't delude yourself, Amelia,"

[/u] he spat at her, as if her name was poison and something shameful on his tongue. Amelia couldn't help but cough for breath, his nails breaking the skin of her neck. Her eyes bored into his, begging for mercy that she knew deeply would not come. "You know nothing about me and it would be in your best interest not to assume you do,"[/u] he growled, the sharp rumbling burrowing deep into his throat. Something that could only scream a warning at her more than anything else. You're on thin ice. If at all, the surface has already broken.

Like flipping an imaginary switch, Drake's grip lessened, and Amelia only sucked in air with the greatest of silent appreciation. With his loose hand, he reached for her, and not out of habit, she looked away. However, he only tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers cupping her chin whilst his thumb caressed her bruised lips. "That pretty little mouth is going to cost you one day, my dear,"[/u] Drake told her in a pouting way. Amelia opened her eyes, her line of sight focusing away from him. Her muscles shivered, unnerved. She faced him, a smirk adorning his features. "Like your brother,"[/u] he said, voice barely above a whisper. Her body tensed, her nerves unraveling. Jaw clenched, her eyes bore a fire as she looked at him, his lips hovering above her own. Leave him out of this, Drake. "And we wouldn't want to ever endanger your loved ones, would we?"[/u] Biting her lip, she remained quiet, while his index finger trailed the line of her throat and down between her breasts, although covered by her thin hoodie. Her eyes weren't where his hand traveled, though, but on his face, brow furrowed and lips in a tight frown. "Wouldn't want to damage that pretty face of yours either."[/u] ..and all I need is my silver knife and a match, she thought menacingly, before his lips fell onto her's with such force that her breath was momentarily knocked away.

In a quick movement, she was tossed. Literally, she was thrown, her body colliding with the bed before she rolled back on the other side to stick onto her feet. Her hands rushed up to her lips, a dabble of blood there, where he had bit her only a moment before. "Then what use would you be to me?"[/u] he said, her chin held level to meet a match she probably lose. Absolutely none. As he turned away, Amelia sucked in a breath, reaching for her pair of jeans laying on the ground from the night prior. "Get dressed. I don't need you to parade around in front of Kimberly nearly naked."[/u] Nodding, she did so, pulling them on and rearranging her hoodie so her bra straps no longer showed. "As you wish, Drake." Turning away, she reached for her things, ready to leave before he had yet another order to bark. But as he stood casting in the doorway, all he did was throw another comment over his shoulder. "What kind of father would I be , then?"[/u] You aren't one. None of you are.[/div]

WORDS, 715. TAGGED, DRAKE BELDON. ATTIRE, CLICK. NOTES, I CAN'T APOLOGIZE ENOUGH FOR HOW LONG IT'S TAKEN TO GET THIS UP, LOVE. I'M SO SORRY!

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