Desperation Thoughts ( Andrei / Genevieve )

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``Genevieve Slade Burke

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THE SOUND OF ROLLIN' DICE TO ME
is music in the air, although I don't play fair,
IT'S MUCH MORE FUN WITH LIVES ON THE LINE

"Sh!t sh!t sh!t sh!t sh!t..." Genevieve exclaimed under her breath as she ran across the floor, cloak half attached and held on by only one clasp and her hand at her throat.

She didn't care, there was no time.

She had just found out about the incident and Andrei was no where to be found, even her friends in the tower said he wasn't in the dorm. But she knew where he would be, even if it was still daylight it fit his character! Reaching the stairs she hesitated not at all but grabbed her skirt and hoisted it, throwing one leg over the banister and whipping out her wand as she began to slide. Few seeing her coming around the curve of the stairs kept their hands on the rail and she managed to vanish the only block which might have brought her slide to a sudden trip to the Hospital Wing. Falling off the end, however inelegant she did it, still gained her several seconds run as she slid across the floor before scrambling up for the doors, limbs askew.

Out the front door, a flash of a glance towards the sun near the horizon. She'd make it but it would be tricky. Knowing what she did about Andrei and his family's struggle against the werewolves he would think himself a betrayer, forced into the enemy camp by fate and he'd put himself far from the castle as soon as darkness reared it's head. As she ran the cloak streamed out behind her, forest green with a blacky interior, flailing against the wind! As she had it figured, he'd put himself as close to the woods as a student could dare and then at the last moment make a run for the deepness of the forest, strive to put himself far away. It was the night after the full and she couldn't let him go without words first, let him know her intentions.

Whether she had guessed right or he had just chosen a space to avoid others, she saw the lone figure near the edge of the clearing in the area the Care of Magic Creatures teacher used. Running straight for him she called as she got closer, knowing he had already heard her long before. "ANDREI!!!" In fact, knowing what she knew now, he might have heard her heart pounding since the caretaker's cottage. Sure of him, even if he was feeling depressed and angry right now, she ran full up to him and jumped into his arms, her hands sliding around his neck, her head on his shoulder. It took a moment before his sudden strength like a rock driving the air from her lungs enabled her to get her voice back to speak again so she held him, clamped around him so he could not shake her off if in some macho-display he tried to throw her off somehow.

When she could speak she still didn't use words, preferring to make her emotions known another way entirely. She snogged the hell out of him! First it was a desperate bid for him to hold her, then it was a driven need to convince him to stay, to not run away from her. She went after his tongue, opened her resistive heart and tried to force him to feel her whirl of desperation that he not shut her out! She had never felt such wanton fear before nor ever desired another to accept what she wanted to ram down their throat, her total acceptance of him no matter what he was, what he became! It wasn't sex it wasn't romance, it was a knowledge that knowing what little she did he would try to wall others out, fearing he would hurt them too, the ones he cared about. At least, that was her impression of him.

When she came up for air it was with an insistent voice, a tone that said don't-you-dare... "You are SO not leaving me! If the thought ever entered your mind throw it away! I don't care what you think or say about this, I am not giving you up! You have to let me in, Andrei, you have to! I'm yours, you've won! And the school is filled with morons! I don't give a flipping damn about the dance nor the fools nor the @ss who started it! I care about YOU!!!" She glared in his eyes as if daring him to try and push her away, determination in the lines in her face, the redness around her eyes, the flush in her skin of blood from her intensity. Her blood red hair fell across her shoulders, long from her ball preparation (she had wanted to let it flow like a waterfall so it was a foot and a half longer then yesterday) and smelling of fresh fallen snow to his senses.

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[Andrei Winter]

The change had shaken him to his core and he knew he was likely on some watch list now for the events that occurred. Still...he wasn't all himself. The thought that loomed horribly in the foreground of his mind was the horrible realization that he was full of taint. Tainted by the same creatures he despised. Was this some act of vengeance on the beast's half? Turning him into this creature before he managed to kill it? Bloody tactical, really, and far more sensible than the thinking of your average beast.

The sun has rising and the last of the change was fading away. The pain from that still present snake bite in his shoulder was sobering enough, but the most glaring change, one he didn't understand, was the obvious change to his body. He was no longer lean, but pure muscle. Biceps and triceps were formed and solid, abs rippling to a defined 6-pack, his legs filled with muscle from running. He was so much stronger, and there was even a shadow of where a goatee might have been trying to come in. The hell? Did the change amp up his testosterone? Maybe there was some family trick to this bullshit.

While he tried to sort it out, the tattered shirt on the ground and school pants tattered at the legs, his poor tie clung loosely around his neck, he heard her nearing him. "Gene?" He said quietly, even his voice was deeper. He was answered by her hurtling into his arms and the anxious press of his lips to his mouth. The unchanged part of him ached for such and drove the new body to kiss her, to cradle her and savor the taste of her tongue which he did for a few fleeting moments.

When she spoke, he listened as best he could. "Gene, dragoste, there is some truth to what the school deems to do with me. There's reason behind it. I can be a very dangerous creature, though the first turning...it was the worst. All I wanted was to help Artemis, but I couldn't control my rage...and the moon...Andraste. It hurt far worse when I wasn't angry. I was so scared. I just didn't want to turn around and attack them. I don't want innocent blood on my hands. I don't want banished...I don't want to go feral..." Despite the raging hormones, despite the savage change in body and mind, he was still a scared to death newly 18 year old boy in there.

"Gene...I don't want to hurt you. You mean more to me than I let on." Was he just now seeing her truly, or was this the beast thinking? The spilling length of hair over her skin, her smell, the flush to pale cheeks... "Blessed Andraste, but you're beautiful..." He said softly. A hand rose and eased those crimson locks away from her cheek and he gazed at her with a slowly softening gaze. "I don't want to lose you either. You're the only one who's ever...seen me outside of Mordecai's shadow. I feel like you've chosen me. That's something that no one has done, but you."

Damn. Fluxuating. Hormones.

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``Genevieve Slade Burke

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THE SOUND OF ROLLIN' DICE TO ME
is music in the air, although I don't play fair,
IT'S MUCH MORE FUN WITH LIVES ON THE LINE

As expected, he caught her easily and as soon as she was able he kissed her right back. When she stopped and spoke she could feel his arms holding her up, cradling her protectively and she thrilled to the feeling. It was while he spoke she tried to concentrate on him, sliding her self back a bit to look at him better, her hands sliding up to hold his face in her hands tenderly. "I hear you, Andrei, and it makes me feel so proud of you that you want to keep other people safe, but I can't leave you! You need someone to look after you, I know it..." And then she saw his shoulder and the wound, though slight, looked throbbingly painful

"Andrei! What happened to your shoulder?! We need to get you to the nurse!" Gosh, that looked painful! She froze, afraid moving might hurt him and instead she heard him say she meant more to him then he had told her. Her eyes came back to his face and for the first time she saw the hair as well. Well THAT was new! Her fingers ran across his beard experimentally feeling it, acknowledging it's presence. She blushed on the tops of her cheeks adding to the already flushed face as he spoke about her being beautiful, not something she had heard from many, but he also said it with a sound of truth in his voice and she knew it wasn't a line.

"Really?" she said very softly as he spoke about not losing her. Her heart rate stopped slowing down and began to think about reversing direction. "What do you mean out of his shadow? Merlin, how could someone as bright as you be in anyone's shadow, Andrei?" She meant it; her conversations with him had opened up for her something she hadn't felt before, something very powerful. It was so far past a crush she couldn't imagine how to deal with it yet, just went with the feelings coursing through her. No other boy had ever caught her eyes and senses like this!

Unknown to Genevieve, her family had passed on several traits to her from both parents, ones that were hard to resist indeed. Her mother had fallen in love with a serial killer, a man who could not resist his killing urges, though with her help he had managed to get some of it controlled to a small degree, the times at least which he acted in. That love of her mother's for taking care of a monster had transfered itself into her very genes and she found it very hard not to be so attracted to him, seeing him as needing someone very badly. And she wanted to be there! Even before the monster had come out there was something about him just screaming for someone, needing a woman in his life far more then most guys!

She had no defense against those kind of emotions.

"I do choose you. I want you, Andrei, I can't let you go." The worry side came out in her and she made a motion she wanted down when he was ready. "And I want you damn intact. I'm taking you to the nurse. And maybe if you are really good I'll find something to cover you with. Or maybe I'l--" Her eyes had just caught sight of his frame for the first time. "Circe's T!ts, Andrei! What happened to your muscles?? You look like you just suddenly swelled up like a very awesomely attractive balloon! Yeah, I'm not covering those up, that would be crime itself!" Without control she reached out and slid her arms around his waist, feeling all the new ridges and feeling her temperature go up! She rested her forehead on his chest, trying not to drool...

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[Andrei Winter]

She seemed shocked to know that he kept in the shadow of his twin for so long that the mere thought of standing in the light made him want to shudder. "I'm serious, it was as if the whole of the bloody world revolved around Mordecai's every word and action. Girls always chose him for his dark eyes and 'adorable' smile. Not even a glance at me. He was the smarter of us, though together we could do anything. But, I resented him. Even though...he protected me all his life." Hearing himself speak, he realized how much like a jerk he sounded.

"The only woman to ever pay attention to me, drugged me with a love potion to bind me to her while she used me for everything I had. I was sick, exhausted, but I didn't see it. It was a constant re-drugging and Mordecai found out about it and tried to get me away from her and I'm not sure if it was the potion making me act, or if it was my years of sitting in the sidelines...but I was going to duel him. I was bitter and angry at him for driving her away from me. We went into the forest on our lands and he didn't even draw his wand while I brandished mine at him." Lord...he'd been a heel, now that the story was dripping off of his lips.

"If his wand would have been drawn, he would be alive now. That wolf came out of no where. It just tore toward us and he shoved me aside and took the whole force of the attack. I can still hear him screaming no matter how I try to block the memory from my mind. I tried to fight it off, but basic magic wasn't affecting it. When it turned on me, it raked both sets of claws deeply through my chest. I did the curse...and it died in a flash of green light." He shivered slightly, feeling the venom coursing through his veins as both arms wrapped around her. Was she always this small?

"I crawled over to him and just lay there, content to bleed out alongside him in the forest, but then I saw our mother running through the trees calling for us. The shriek she gave was the last thing I heard before everything went dark. When I woke up, we were in the surrounding lands of the forest. Some little town on the outskirts, and the Ministry officials were just staring at me. I guess they showed up right before mother did. The trial was just a formality, but they were shaken up at the size of the pack and the amount of blood in the area where we were and did not blame me for retaliating to survive. Thankfully." His fingers trailed gently up her back as his brows furrowed slightly.

"The school knew there was a possibility for my change, and I was instructed to remain as calm as possible and avoid anger. That female Hufflepuff in the fight that got me barred from the ball, Bella? Yeah, she's been brewing potions to keep the transformation at bay. She's too smart, and figured me out on the Quidditch pitch. The muscle formation was happening so rapidly that it wasn't avoidable. I didn't think I'd change, and Andraste knows that I was scared to death. But, hearing that curse on one of my own house...I got so angry. It was like fire was poured into my veins and I just lost it." His head dropped into the crook of her neck and he inhaled deeply.

"I know I should go to the hospital wing, bloody snake. I hadn't grown into my speed yet when it struck. I just hope they let the big bad wolf back into the castle. I haven't even tried to get back in yet." He looked at the sun at it rose higher into the sky and her comment about him ballooning made him laugh finally. Oh, Andraste, she was a godsend. He needed that belly laugh right now. "I think the testosterone rush spurred that on. If you think about it, I'm a teenaged boy, turning into an adolescent lycan...there's bound to be a bit more testosterone than my thin body could have handled. I think the danger's passed, though my mind still feels agitated. I don't know why." He dipped his fingers down and lifted her chin slightly before kissing her softly upon those soft lips.

She'd wind up being the death of him, but he honestly didn't care at this point. There was no other way he'd rather go than with her. His eyes remained that green color and gazed down at her with still remaining hints of a preditorial hold, before he smiled. "We should get the bite taken care of...shouldn't we?"

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``Genevieve Slade Burke

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THE SOUND OF ROLLIN' DICE TO ME
is music in the air, although I don't play fair,
IT'S MUCH MORE FUN WITH LIVES ON THE LINE

She had never met his brother. Oh, if shown a picture she might have seen him in a hallway sometime, but she didn't remember talking to him or anything. She could imagine what losing a brother must be like however with four of her own to watch over. She heard the sound of his words and knew he was listening to himself as well and she suspected he didn't care for what he was hearing, but couldn't guarantee it. "Well there is all kinds of pretty and maybe those girls were only attracted to his kind." She shrugged; their loss, her gain as far as she could see. The mention of the love potion about popped her eyes though. "Someone here tried to drug you?? Or back home??"

That was an evil thing to do. Even more as she realized where he was headed with it, his brother without a wand... No WONDER he was so strongly affected by it! This was much worse then just losing his brother in a normal battle or so! As he got to the end she reached out and hugged him close, wishing there was a way to heal those kinds of wounds, but knowing instinctively he would be carrying this one to his grave probably. Feeling his hands work their way up her back and when he smelled her deep in her shoulder she about gasped; who knew being breathed in could make your heart skip a beat? "It's okay, Andrei, they aren't going to keep you from the nurse for Merlin's sake! I'll make them pay attention if they even tried that..." Making him laugh did feel good, but she'd been more impressed then trying to be funny!

"I bet your mind is being messed with by the snake's stuff whatever it was. How big was it? Did you recognize what kind?" he lifted her chin and kissed her and she felt a little funny, as if her balance was oddly going on her, but it wasn't a long kiss; she just gripped him tighter around the waist till she felt better. When he let up she found herself looking up his bare chested amazing skin to his eyes and loving it! As he spoke about going she shook herself mentally to get moving and added "Probably a good idea before I'm tempted to bite you too." She reluctantly released her grip and stopped, picking up his torn and tattered shirt. With it in one hand she caught his hand in the other and said "Okay, let's get started. You're going to need all new clothes you realize? I'll just keep this one since you can't use it anymore." Clothes shopping with him would even be bearable, not that that was going to probably happen quick. New uniform definitely.

Maybe she could take him to Hogsmeade for new underwear though. The mischievous and anticipating grin matched the one in her eyes.

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[Andrei Winter]

With the question of the type of snake that he had fought off, it made his mind jump back to the fact that the venom was still coursing through his blood and a subconscious sweat began to bead across his forehead. Damn if he couldn't recall at the moment. At the moment, he'd only been truly focused on causing the scaly creature as much physical harm as was possible. He couldn't think of anything aside from the glaringly obvious size difference between that snake and your typical garter snake. "I wish I could recall what sort it was, all that wild side of my brain could decipher was 'Threat. Kill.' It's actually...impressively primitive." He smiled slightly, but something of a groan left his lips and his hand moved to grip the wound in this arm.

He let her lead him across the grounds and despite the venom induced stupor his mind kept wanting to retreat to, she engaged him in conversations to keep him focused. The grounds were something to behold, the snow glittering as if the sunlight were catching diamonds and casting its glow to the ground and ever that made his senses focus. As she spoke, her breath glittered so beautifully in the air, little moisture droplets freezing into beads of light.

The castle was both a welcome and frightening sight and the nearer they drew, he became more aware of his double heartbeat resounding madly into his chest. Every urge screamed to tear himself away, but the pain was such agony that it was simply not an option for the sake of preservation. As they entered the Great Hall, his eyes darted from one wall to the next, and yet his arm simply began a slow maneuver around Gene's waist and something of a growl started in his belly and worked its way out of his mouth. No amount of pain in the world would prevent him desiring to ensure that she was safe.

Up the stairs he moved with her, less than gracefully as the fire was beginning to burn in his veins of glass. It didn't take much for him to trip, stumble, and lash out to grip the railing to steady himself, still holding to her with more gentleness than needed. The hospital wing felt like a three mile hike up these damnedable stairs.

As they reached the door, amidst the stares of early rises, whispered giggles from female students and concerned glances from staff, he finally straightened up and said, "You know...I actually hate snakes..." The laughter that flitted from his mouth was bordering on venom induced. "Iro-ny!" The word was sung in a strangely giddy tone, as he started laughing again.

The nurse came out, hearing him laughing so and instantly noticed the bite on his shoulder. "How long has this been there??" He looked at her and smiled "Since...uhm....dragoste, what time is it? I can't recall..." As he looked down to Gene, it was obvious to see that the lights were on, but there was no one home. In fact all in residence had run screaming from the premesis. "Too long, obviously, Mr. Winter. Let's get that venom out before it causes any lasting damage."

Something in her posture suggested that she had already heard that the student that she was ushering into the hospital wing was a beast under his skin, but right now, all she could see when those delirious eyes looked at her was the small, scruffy Romanian boy who came in his very first year with a broken arm and his twin in tow. Such delights those children were, so polite. It always made her smile to see such sweetness untainted by the world, and now the boy had become a man and tainted in venom.

She lay him down, and he shivered violently. "It's cold..." "It will be just a moment." She hurried over and grabbed a violently bright purple vial and popped the cork out. "And drink."

He hadn't a choice as the liquid poured down his throat, though the look in his eyes suggested a strong unpleasant taste. He coughed and gagged for a moment as the taste lingered and looked over at the wound under which the nurse held a basin. Much to his shock, he watched a stream of thick green liquid drain from the bite and his nose crinkled in disgust. "That...is snake venom? No wonder I bloody hate these things." Nothing was quite as nasty as the smell that it held either.

It took nearly an hour to drain out the venom, and he could feel his mind becoming clearer and more focused again, his free hand gently stroking over the soft skin of Gene's hand. For the longest time, he simply shut his eyes and remained there, his chest slowing in its rise and fall before the deep intake of his own breath startled him awake. The wound stopped draining and the nurse went to dispose of it as she knew how and Andrei gave a sleepy sigh of relief. It didn't feel like his veins were made of glass anymore and that was a welcome sensation. His eyes opened and he looked over at Gene with a smile. "Thank you. Without you, I'd still be somewhere on the grounds in a crazed stupor."

What was this strange feeling in his chest? A side effect of the venom? Fatigue? No, it was pleasant. It was like the love potion drug, but there was no potion. Was he truly feeling this feeling on his own free will? The sleepy haze on his face began to ebb away as he looked at her and sat upright, leaning over to the side where she had remained this whole time and licked his lips almost nervously before drawing her into a soft kiss. He did not remove his hand from hers, but he moved his free hand to cup the silky soft curve of her face as he let himself get lost in the driving rhythm of his heart beating.

Beating for her.

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``Genevieve Slade Burke

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THE SOUND OF ROLLIN' DICE TO ME
is music in the air, although I don't play fair,
IT'S MUCH MORE FUN WITH LIVES ON THE LINE

Holding his hand at her hip on the outside and her arm around his magnificent waist with the other, Genevieve took the permission she wanted and walked with him across the grounds, the look in her eyes quite gleeful and possessive at the same time. She talked, telling him whatever she could that might get a response, hoping to keep him focused on her and who she was. When her father was in one of those moods it seemed to help, though he had always been so gentle with her she doubted there was need to worry or stress about anything. Being inside his personal space felt so right though and she knew if he had been in the right frame of mind he could have kissed her and completely distracted her from getting him inside.

Fortunately he wasn't thinking straight quite yet, but that also worried her a bit. As they walked she one-handed rolled the shirt up and put it in a pocket partially, determined to keep it for the memory alone. As she got him inside, his arm circled her waist and she felt rather delighted about that till she heard the slight growl beginning. Running her head across his chest from the side (not knowing how sensitive one spot on his chest was) she murmured "Trust me, you Carpathian hunk, no one is getting you away from me. You're safe with me," ignoring the fact that if anything, it was the werewolf who was possibly keeping her safe, not that there was danger for either of them right now.

Trying to give him more support as they moved up stairs was difficult though as he seemed determined not to lean on her any. "Hey tall, dark and growly, I'm trying to help here! You can lean on me some, I'm not like glass!" Instead he straightened and did a silly sounding voice, turning into a bit of a laugh and that was when she started to really worry! The nurse heard and came out and asked immediately about his shoulder. "It's morning, Andrei, that's close enough. Since last night, Ma'am, it only started to affect him after...well," the nurse met her eyes causing her to understand no more words were needed on that particular subject!

As soon as he was inside and laying down, Gene was sitting on the unwounded side, up on the bed holding his hand in hers up near her shoulder, rubbing his arm to help distract him. "Hang in there, Andrei, it's about to get better." As she made him drink the potion, Gene felt his hand tighten involuntarily and by the time he had choked it all down, her face had gone a touch pale realizing how strong he was! He released as the venom began running out (which was so FREAKING COOL to WATCH!) and she rubbed his shoulder as she watched, waiting the hour out. When the last of it was out and the nurse went off with the foul smelling stuff, his face looked so much more peaceful she couldn't help the hopeful glance in her face. As he spoke she glowed a bit and kissed the knuckles of the hand she was holding.

"Anytime, Andrei, and I mean that. Per non era il mio orecchio è sussurrato in, ma il mio cuore. Non era mia labbra hai dato un bacio, ma la mia anima."* And then he licked his lips, caressed her cheek with his hand as he kissed her and she did feel he truly kissed her soul awake, her heart to delights unimagined...

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*For it was not my ear you whispered into, but my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

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