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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

"Calm down with all of what? I'm a hunter, that makes it okay to kill whatever I want to," she chuckled. "You don't get to tell me about things getting out of hand til you look in the mirror." She stood up and wobbled a bit, but caught herself by putting a hand on a tree. "My bloodlust is fine, Callum," Her voice was less taunting and playful and was darker, warning him not to push that her bloodlust was 'out of hand'.
 
Callum's anger was beginning to come up again. He didn't like being talked to in such a way - he was a Lord after all, and a reaper of Death. She was a measly vampire with diet problems. "I'm going to assume you accidently said that, and it was about a separate situation, so I'll let that comment go." He said through gritted teeth.
 
Emmalia laughed darkly, carelessly. "Don't bother. You know what I meant. But hey, now we're on par, aren't we?" She shook her head and darkly said, "I told her you'd get like this - angry, superior, controlling. Hateful, angry. You'd only end up hurting her. She ignored me, like usual."
 
"Who?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Callum assumed she was talking about Camilla, but that wouldn't make sense. "I don't understand Emmalia."
 
Emmalia outright laughed. "Of course you don't do you? It doesn't matter, you lost your chance with her. Now it's just me. You pushed her away to such an extent, she was so hurt, she let me take control." She smirked and shrugged."Well, 'let' is a strong word. I kinda just took over and she wasn't even able to fight." Scornfully, she said, "Let me explain this to you like you would understand - you hurt Emmalia so badly that she couldn't fight when her instincts, me, overwhelmed her. And I don't intend on letting her suppress me ever again."
 
Callum's hands balled into fists. "I'll make sure I get my Emmalia back, and you'll never surface again." He narrowed his eyes as he tried to think of a way to help. "Emmalia, if you can hear me..." He began, his voice light and cracking, on the verge of tears. "Fight these instincts. Don't let them control you."
 
Em listened with a smirk, though her eyes flickered down for a second when his voice cracked, but that was the only sign that she was coming around at all. She said, "Do you want her back to possess her? Because from how I'm seeing it, she doesn't have much to come back to anyway."
 
Callum's rage began to peak. "Who are you to discuss what I will or won't do? she'll always be a princess to me - she just doesn't see what it means for me to be a real ruler. She'll come around eventually."
 
"Who am I to discuss what you will or won't do? No matter if she is a princess to you or not, you want her to just accept your possessing her? That she just accept being some pet you trust will just come around to your views? A pet who will forego their own views?" She laughed harshly. "She's weak, but not that weak, and you're not good enough for her to give up her views for anyway. I told her to stay away from you when she had the chance, now look." Emmalia opened her arms to exemplify her point. "She's so hurt, I'm here. At least she won't get hurt again. Ever." She turned and started walking away from him.
 
Callum watched her walk away for a moment, unsure what to do. He wanted Emmalia back, he loved her, but if this was how it was going to be - fighting, arguing... It wasn't worth it to hurt her. He'd rather be alone and in pain than to force Emmalia into something akin to slavery as a queen. After a moment, he went after her. "Emmalia, we're going back to the castle. Now."
 
Em didn't even glance back. "No. I'm not a fool, you'll chain me up until you find a way to calm me down again. There's nothing for me to return to, anyway - you're just going to yell at me and hurt me. Not again." The mental line between the two rather distinct personalities was blending slightly, but this didn't bode well nor ill for Callum.
 
Callum went on after Emmalia, not once thinking about giving up on her - he would make things right between them, even if it meant getting rid of Steward and all the realistic things he had done. "Come back to me, Emmalia! We can fight through this!"
 
Again, Emmalia didn't even look over her shoulder. In that nonchalant, cold way she had when vamped, she said, "Fight through what? You just want me to be a Lady following your lead, not an equal at your side." What she needed was some kind of emptional warmth or compassion to break through her instincts and through the walls she had hidden behind again, like when they had first met.
 
Callum had chosen all of his words poorly - for they weren't his words. He loved having Emmalia by his side, not owning her, but as an equal. As a friend, not an acquaintance. As a fiance, not a lesser. Callum slowed to a stop, watching with glassy eyes with tears threatening to fall. "I'm sorry, Emmalia." His voice cracking at the thought of her name. "I love you. I love you and I'm sorry."
 
Emmalia froze, her body going completely rigid the moment his voice broke. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears - which he was - and he sounded pained, and completely sincere. At that moment, her body couldn't even move, it was caught between the real Emmalia and the instinct to ignore him and move on.
 
Callum felt himself grow weaker as the thought of Emmalia leaving him forever grew stronger. He couldn't live a life without the woman he loved. The only thing left he felt he could do was pull her into a tight embrace, holding her so tight she couldn't possibly escape even if she wanted to.
 
That broke her. The red faded from her eyes, and the unnatural beauty faded to her normal appearance as she basically went limp against him, leaning on him heavily. She wrapped her arms around him and nestled her face into the crook of his neck. "C-cal...?" she asked weakly.
 
"I'm here." He spoke quietly, not wanting to say anything more. He wasn't sure which of his thoughts were his own, and which were the things that the Steward had drilled into his head. "I'm here Emmalia. I'll always be here."
 
Emmalia was nearly crying herself. She felt ill, exhausted, and very confused. She quietly murmured, "I love you, Cal," and hugged him tighter, unwilling to let go and lose his warmth, or have to try to stand on her own.
 
Callum held Emmalia up and didn't dare to let go. He wanted her back too much. "Never leave me, Emmalia." He said through teary eyes. "Never leave me."
 
"I never will," she said quietly against his neck. She felt cold to the touch, and his warmth was intoxicating. Still, she quietly said, "Never push me away again," and kissed his neck lightly.
 
"I won't..." Callum spoke quietly, remaining still as he held onto Emmalia. After a while he pulled away just enough to crash his lips onto hers and embrace her. Callum's hands wrapped around her waist as the passion between them increased.
 
The sudden kissing caught her a bit off guard, but she enjoyed it and did her best to keep with his pace and intensity, putting all of her weak focus into the kiss.
 
Callum had put every bit of his passion he had missed out on in the past month while Emmalia was away into the kiss, never stopping until he felt satisfied and repays for the time spent away from her.
 
Emmalia had missed Callum just as much, and when the kiss broke, she continued placing light little kisses on his lips and jaw. Finally she opened her eyes and said tiredly, "Thank you for that. It was a nice kiss."
 

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