medicine and poison;;freddy

[Freddy Umphries]

"Getting laid isn't my main priority. There are other things besides getting laid," he said. This girl is a joke. He knew he wasn't going to do anything rash or at least not that rash. He wasn't going to reveal himself to her. James had told him forcefully not to give themselves away. And what James says, Freddy does. Victoria had tried to tell him the same thing...he blew her off. But that doesn't mean I can't scare her. A low growl came from his throat and out through his clenched teeth. He bent low in a defensive crouch like a lion about to attack its prey. Freddy backed up several feet behind him and then lunged at her. Just as he was about to collide with her, he did a somersault over her head. His mouth moved close to her ear as he straightened up. "I could break your neck. Snap it like a twig. Your bones are brittle and weak. You wouldn't even have time to scream," he said in the same, low growl. "Trust me when I say this, you're lucky you didn't catch me on a bad day."

[Blysse Davidson]

She could see thoughts whirling through his mind at an impossible speed, there was something about him that didn't seem normal. Maybe he was on steroids or something. However, compared to James he wasn't nearly as scary. In fact, he just got under her skin. Being who she was, she couldn't scare so easy. There was something about him that connected him to James in an odd way: the same sweet smell, the same pale beautiful features, but she could tell they weren't related. What was that?

He went into a crouch and lunged at her. She couldn't deny her heart jumped but she remained still. She tensed herself, closing her eyes. She knew if she died she would only lose about 12 years or so. She'd always know she'd die about thirty. He somersaulted over her head. She ducked, hiding from him. Her bones were weaker than he knew. In a way, she wouldn't lose so much if he killed her now. She turned to speak to him and her lips brushed against his, just slightly and entirely by accident. She stepped back and clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

[Freddy Umphries]

Her heartbeat rang in his ears. He watched as shock took over her face when their lips had touched. Well...that was unexpected. Freddy smirked as he replayed when had just happened in his head: the softness of her lips, the shocked expression...his throat burned as he inhaled some air to speak. "Geez Blysse. We haven't even exchanged numbers yet and you're already kissing me?" His brow knitted together as he clamped his mouth shut. He was trying to keep from laughing, but he was clearly having a hard time. Freddy took another deep breath, feeling the burn all the way down his throat. He just smirked this time. "You don't really need to say sorry. But next time I like it a little rougher." Then he burst out in laughter.

[Blysse Davidson]

She covered her face with her hands. She was going to deny any interest in him at all. In some ways, (Few ways. No ways, she reminded herself) he was every bit as irrestible as he thought he was. Attractive and smart enough to keep up with her insults? It was a talent. The only thing that made her keep her guard up was his otherworldiness--the fact that his lips were cold and hard as stone, even if touching them had made her heart jump erractically. All this passed through her brain in the space of a second. She sighed angrily. "Accident, alright?" She ran a hand through her long white blond hair. "Believe me, I'm not the type who can go from dissing to kissing in under 10 seconds. If you can even call that a kiss anyways." She was still overexcited, adrenaline rushed through her system and hr heart beat hundreds of times a minute. She was almost out of breath. You don't really need to say sorry. But next time I like it a little rougher. Then she smiled cattily as he roared with laughter. "Alright then, I'll remember that."

There really was no excuse for her actions. She couldn't even describe herself as someone who played with people's emotions often. But she liked entertaining the idea of kissing him again a little bit, though she'd hardly admit that to herself. She walked up to him and kissed him again, for real, intertwining her fingers in his hair. She knew it was stupid but she only had so much time left. She might as well enjoy herself.

[Freddy Umphries]

Freddy eyes watched as her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. His throat burned again. "Right, accident..." He knew that would get her blood slightly to a boil. Freddy had never, in fact, met a girl like her. She was slightly more head-strong then he was usually use to. The girls he dated back in high school were the prep cheerleader type. There were others too. Though, the one thing they all had in common was the inability to please him. Not just sexually of course. But emotionally, mentally...none of them were good enough. Another thing they all had in common was wanting to be seen with me. He wasn't going to be coy about it. Freddy was quite popular in high school. "Our lips touched, did they not? I think that constitutes as a kiss."

Freddy was taken by surprise when Blysse forcefully planted her lips on his. She really doesn't know what she's doing, does she? If she knew what he was...well, she wouldn't exactly be kissing him at the moment. His scalp felt every ridge on each of her fingertips. He felt every hair on head his individually touch her skin. He could feel the pleasure in the way she kissed him. Inadvertently he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. He had to mind his strength with a human like her. They're fragile creatures. He couldn't help, but smirk as she continued to kiss him.

[Blysse Davidson]

His arms wrapped loosely around my wait and shock ran through me at the touch. I'd expected him to shove me off, crack a joke. Dammit, I wasn't actually expecting him to respond! That made things so...unbearably complicated. I realized belatedly that he was actually an excellent kisser. I hadn't been expecting that either.

One thing I noticed: he must be a swimmer. He didn't breathe once, and I wasn't sure how to break the kiss. I was welded to his stone form and eventually I broke back gasping, struggling to breathe, my face a mask of confusion. I looked up at him, my eyebrows knit together. "What the hell was that? I know I started it, but why the hell didn't you shove me off?"

[Freddy Umphries]

Freddy unexpectedly loved the feeling of Blysse's lips on his. It felt that her lips had molded themselves perfectly on his. He kept his mouth shut, he wouldn't be able to control himself any further if her tongue bleed because she scraped it across his razor-sharp teeth. After what seemed like a few seconds, minutes to Blysse, she parted from him, panting. Oops. He had forgotten to "act human" as James had put it. That included fake breathing. Freddy smirked. "What? I'm not allowed to have fun also? What did you expect? Wait...what was it that you labeled me? Oh, that's right: a jerk who just wants to get laid. Did you expect anything else?" He smirked even wider. "I should accidentally kiss you again if that's the response I'm going to get."

[Blysse Davidson]

I shook my head, more to clear it than any actual denial of what he said. "I mean, you go for the beautiful girls, right? I'm just...so not your type. I mean, I know I'm blond, but I'm so pale I'm honestly a total freak show. I mean...some girl kisses you. Unless she's beautiful, you shove her off and smack her. And you didn't...I mean, what on earth is...is..." I trailed off as I heard what he said. My traitor heart beat loudly in my chest, straining itself almost into exhaustion. "Fine with me," I whispered as quietly as possible.

[Freddy Umphries]

Freddy's smirk disappeared off his face. That was something that usually never happened. He furrowed his brows together. Am I...why do I feel guilty? "Blysse..." His voice was quiet. Another unusually thing. "I-um...I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Freddy shook his head, looking down at the sidewalk. He had never said a serious sorry to a girl before, only in jest or he didn't really mean it. Freddy wanted to make up for what he had said. "Blysse, you are beautiful. And I suppose you're not my type, but that doesn't take away from the fact that you're really gorgeous. Any guy would be lucky to be kissed by you." Any guy, but me. "And I don't shove or smack girls. If there's one thing, well actually two/i] things, I don't do, it's shove and smack girls."

[Blysse Davidson]

I gave a small half-smile. Any guy would be lucky to be kissed by you. His voice had the tenor of "any guy but me". I got that, I knew I wasn't his type. But the guilt on his face was all wrong, how many times would he have ever said sorry to a girl? Was there something about me? I wasn't sued to feeling special. At least, not for good reasons. "Um. Thank you, I guess. It actually means a lot, because something tells me you stick with girls that already know they're beautiful." I was beautiful? Huh. That was something I could chew over at my next hospital visit. I smiled at his sort-of-chivalry. "Well, it's good to know you have some morals, deep down in there somewhere."

[Freddy Umphries]

"Well, what can I say? It's the confident ones that only have the confidence to date me. Everyone else admires from a far." He smirked at her. "Morals? Surprising, isn't it? If there's one thing my mom taught me, it was to be gentlemanly to girls...I should really get home now. My...dad is expecting me home soon. And I wouldn't want to disappoint him although, I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm getting into some sort of trouble. Which isn't far from the truth. It was nice meeting you Blysse." He gave her one last smirk then walked pass her.