damon marcello

I can tell she's not getting used to the vampire blood running through her veins just yet but I know she can handle it so I'm not worried. I smirk when she says that she doesn't behave. "That just makes you all the more fun to be around." My brows furrow in concern when I see her leaning her head against the window. "You're not getting nauseaous or anything on me, are you?" I ask gently. Were's don't usually get sick from vampire blood but I guess there could be a first for everything. At her question, I shake my head. "No, I stopped you when I felt your adrenaline kick up. Usually you're fine as long as you don't go far past that point. Otherwise, it's like being on acid for 3 days straight. Not a pretty sight." I smirk at the memories. I reach over, rubbing her shoulder and what I can reach of her back slowly. "Just keep breathing. Your body's just trying to adjust. It'll be fine once you get out and start moving around. We gotta get your blood pumping again, that's all." As she straightens up, I look her over, making sure everything seems to be working from this angle and so far, so good. At her question, I chuckle.

"It's not the first time but certainly not a usual for me. There was another girl once, a Were also. Of course things got a little more than PG that night so luckily for you, I've got a girlfriend to think about now. Not sure you could handle this, anyway." I say with a teasing wink and grin. "Of course, your beauty cannot be denied. I probably would have let anyone else go on stumbling around that graveyard if only for my entertainment. Maybe would have had a snack before going on with my night." I shrug lightly as if it's nothing to feed off someone then leave them to fend for themselves. If anything, at least I'm honest. I feel no need to lie to her about my way of doing things. I can be charming and caring for those certain individuals. For others, I can be one cold son of a bitch. I smile in amusement as she traces circles on my arm, knowing that it must be the blood in her veins making her high. She seems surprised when I park and say we're at the first stop. As long as she doesn't get fed up with me, I guess we can have a great night.

She squeals and kicks out when I pick up but I just chuckle, easily able to hold her. It's not like I haven't had to carry less than willing individuals before. I slowly put her on her feet, letting her steady herself against me as needed until she feels comfortable. Finally she looks down at herself and says she won't say no to shopping. I smirk. "The store first, then. Luckily it's right across the street from where we're going." I nudge my head toward the department store across from us. Neon lights are glowing on the other side of the street and a long line that wraps around the block. It's a night club that's more rich of taste than most, people in hot numbers standing in line with Rolls Royce and Lamborghini cars pulling up out front to drop people off. I figure this is probably not a place she would find herself otherwise so I think it'll be interesting to mix things up a little in there. "Shall we?" I hold out my arm again just in case. At her next comments, I smirk. "Fine, the leather jacket can stay. You do look fantastic in it. I'll try to find something that goes with it." I wink and head into the store.

There are rows upon rows of clothing in here from all stages of life. I wave my arm out. "See anything you like?" I ask before I head into the dress section. I pull out a few and hold them out for her one at a time. There's a sleek black leather dress, super short of course, with straps more than fabric that wrap around the body. Then there's a fire red dress that's thigh high with a long slit going up the side. The top part is more like a sash that goes over one shoulder and then wraps around the chest and torso. The next one is a dazzling blue sapphire color, complete with jewels that has ruffles and a corset top. I raise a brow while waiting for her opinion unless we want to keep shopping. It's easy to see I'm just as comfortable in the women's department of a store as anywhere else. Let's just say I'm used to taking care of the women I spend time with.