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xp_logsAfter the excitement ends and most everyone has finally gone to bed, Kitty is induced to leave hers. Luckily, someone else is up, too.
The property was enormous and the security formidable but no security in the world could keep him from his beloved. Waiting at the gate just out of range of the endlessly seeking eyes of the security cameras, he stood wrapped in shadows and whispered her name into the cold night. She slumbered but that hindered his call not, speaking to her quiet thoughts. She would come to him, he knew. She was his own now. As it was meant to be. "Kitty Pryde...come."
Kitty had begun to droop visibly once the sun had gone down. Jamie had been a little worried and insisted she go to bed early, and she hadn't really had the energy to argue. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow she'd been asleep and the voice calling to her had a touch of unreality to it, like a dream, but not.
Unaware of anything outside of the persistent calling in her mind, Kitty rose up out of bed, heading straight towards the door to her bedroom. It was closed, but that was no problem as she phased through it into her suite.
He could feel her coming to him and his breath quickened with anticipation. His sampling of her at the party had been a mere tease, a sip when he wanted a deep drink. He wanted all of her for his own and...so she would be. There was the small matter of the man-child but once she was securely his, that could be dealt with. For now, another taste would do.
There was no one in the suite to see Kitty pass silently through it and out in the hall, almost no one still awake in the mansion at all, it seemed. There were no thoughts in her mind, nothing that would alarm Charles or anyone else and her bare feet made almost no sound as she moved through the halls and down the stairs towards the front door. Even though she was solid now, Kitty moved as though she were no more than a ghost.
Nearly here, nearly his. His hands were trembling and he clenched them to fists, reminding himself that his kind did not run to his creatures, they all came to him. She was different, yes. Far superior to the dregs of humanity that he'd survived on before he'd known her. But not so different in that. She must be mastered and not master him. And yet she was so close... He took an involuntary step toward the mansion, feeling her nearing the door.
She would have to phase through the door, but that wasn't difficult for one such as her. A few steps farther and she'd be outside, out where he was waiting for her...
"Kitty?" The hand on Kitty's should broke through the cloud in her mind, and Kitty turned to look up into a familiar, worried looking gaze.
"Ms. Munroe?"
The property was enormous and the security formidable but no security in the world could keep him from his beloved. Waiting at the gate just out of range of the endlessly seeking eyes of the security cameras, he stood wrapped in shadows and whispered her name into the cold night. She slumbered but that hindered his call not, speaking to her quiet thoughts. She would come to him, he knew. She was his own now. As it was meant to be. "Kitty Pryde...come."
Kitty had begun to droop visibly once the sun had gone down. Jamie had been a little worried and insisted she go to bed early, and she hadn't really had the energy to argue. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow she'd been asleep and the voice calling to her had a touch of unreality to it, like a dream, but not.
Unaware of anything outside of the persistent calling in her mind, Kitty rose up out of bed, heading straight towards the door to her bedroom. It was closed, but that was no problem as she phased through it into her suite.
He could feel her coming to him and his breath quickened with anticipation. His sampling of her at the party had been a mere tease, a sip when he wanted a deep drink. He wanted all of her for his own and...so she would be. There was the small matter of the man-child but once she was securely his, that could be dealt with. For now, another taste would do.
There was no one in the suite to see Kitty pass silently through it and out in the hall, almost no one still awake in the mansion at all, it seemed. There were no thoughts in her mind, nothing that would alarm Charles or anyone else and her bare feet made almost no sound as she moved through the halls and down the stairs towards the front door. Even though she was solid now, Kitty moved as though she were no more than a ghost.
Nearly here, nearly his. His hands were trembling and he clenched them to fists, reminding himself that his kind did not run to his creatures, they all came to him. She was different, yes. Far superior to the dregs of humanity that he'd survived on before he'd known her. But not so different in that. She must be mastered and not master him. And yet she was so close... He took an involuntary step toward the mansion, feeling her nearing the door.
She would have to phase through the door, but that wasn't difficult for one such as her. A few steps farther and she'd be outside, out where he was waiting for her...
"Kitty?" The hand on Kitty's should broke through the cloud in her mind, and Kitty turned to look up into a familiar, worried looking gaze.
"Ms. Munroe?"
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