Hold Me Down

[Lucy Serrano]

The disconnect Lucy had made was the move she knew she was supposed to make. She waited in precious moments before she felt hands leave her, too. And a step back worked wonders make her miss the pressure. Her eyebrows rose for a moment before they lowered in her own confusion.

She laughed bitterly once at the notion that she couldn't help herself, and then again when she was instructed. No, not instructed, but blatantly told what to do.

"No fucking way." Lucy replied, hands pressed to her hips as she remained pressed to the wall; "You trash my home? I'm wrecking everything you bloody well have."

[Penelope Blaise]

A laugh had the vampire pursing her lips tightly, as did the swear that left her mouth a moment later. Again, she was reminded that this girl annoyed her. That she wasn't sure why she had even bothered with her, despite her undeniable interest in one Lucy Serrano. Penny crossed her arms tightly across her chest, jaw clenching.

"Because I salvaged what little you had of value, you're deciding to destroy your new home?" Her eyebrows raised in surprised, as if she het yet to realize that she was breaking something that was hers now, too. "I truly do not understand your motives."

She was absolutely absurd. "Do as you're told."

[Lucy Serrano]

Though she spoke as she had, Lucy's eyes searched he room evidently called her own. Splintered wood decorated the floor by way of her own destruction. Looking at it reminded her that it had felt so good to be privy to ruining anything Penny had planned for her. That wasn't how this was supposed to go.

So she looked aggressive again when told to do as she was told. Folded arms told her that Lucy wouldn't touch a single thing she ruined. "But you think you can just get away with not asking me? Or talking to me?" She explained. Back to square one again; it was like communicating with a brick wall.

"We'll see how you like it when I don't talk to you."

[Penelope Blaise]

Everything was a fight, and it was growing exhausting on the vampire who had been done with dealing with people for almost a hundred years. Her muscles ached, though only because she held herself with such tension when staring at this girl that made her wonder why.

"I was under the impression you did not wish to talk to me," Penny shrugged, finally shifting to press a hand to the back of an old wooden chair. She pulled it out for herself, taking a seat. Lifting a hand, she gestured to a second chair. "By all means, sit and talk."

There was a distinct pause in her speech as her tongue brushed along her bottom lip. Sharpened teeth were gone, now. "Please."

[Lucy Serrano]

The way things flipped seemed surprising for Lucy. Though she did her best to maintain some kind of composure, it was clearly never easy for her. Headstrong and stubborn by nature, she simply watched the way this individual took a seat like she could really control things that way.

Lucy glanced at the chair made available to her. Then she looked down to her mouth. Then she searched for her eyes again.

And she still stood with her arms folded, refusing to allow a single word to pass her lips. It was the only up side for no longer truly needing a breath to function. She just tilted her head to the side instead, daring to give nothing, but likely more than she intended by such silence.

[Penelope Blaise]

She waited for Lucy to take a seat, but as the moments passed it seemed as if the young vampire wouldn't even humor the idea. Like a child refusing to cooperate just in order to be a little bit more difficult. It would have been too easy just to give in and fight. There was a definite part of Penny that wanted to put this girl in her place. That decision in itself would only make things worse.

She could handle this. Her.

So Penny straightened her back against the wooden chair, head tilting a faction as she, too, didn't breathe. Silence was her own forte; she would wait if needed.

[Lucy Serrano]

The longer she had to wait, the more frustration Lucy grew to carry. Though she wished it wasn't remotely obvious, she had already learned that she was practically an open book to her. That tilt of her head said everything, which only seemed to irk her further. But she still stood for a while longer. With feet firm enough on the ground, she felt how on edge she was.

When she moved, she was walking. A few fluid enough steps were planning on hauling her past the older vampire so that she might leave completely. Surely she could find somewhere else to stay. Someone had to be willing to take the newly turned, highly destructive vampire in.

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny revelled in silence. Often, she preferred it over the noisy outside world. However, it seemed as if Lucy was the one to struggle in the medium she tried to fight in. Agitation wore on her face too easily to hide. She had so little control, all the while Penny did everything to keep up her usual stoic expression. She had this won before it started.

Except she always changed the plans. Quick steps towards the exit had the older vampire's eyes widening in surprise. Immediately, she started to push herself up and out of the chair, free hand reaching out for the vampire to grab her wrist if she could catch her in time.

[Lucy Serrano]

Determination was always something of a key factor that Lucy couldn't quite catch. Though she liked to think she had that kind of strength, it never filtered through when it came to matters so obviously personal. She couldn't stand in the vicinity of her apparent room for long now, so she had every intention of leaving.

But of course it wasn't to be that simple. Despite how intense the change in her own skill-set was, Penny was always destined to be better. Fingers curled around her wrist with so much ease and it forced a stall to her own footing. But she didn't glance back. Instead, she waited for a spare second before she tried to pull her wrist out of her control.

[Penelope Blaise]

She was lucky to have caught her, but it came with years of honed skills to speak for her speed, and for the death like grip she harbored on the new vampire. Penny used the momentum of her hold to haul herself completely up to her feet, counting the moments before she pulled away. Little as it was, her reflexes were so much faster now. She could have tried sooner.

"You want to stay, even if it is a little bit." Penny pointed out what was either her own thoughts or hopes on the matter. "It will do you no harm in doing so." Perhaps if she gave in and spoke first, it would talk some sense into this girl.

Her hand slipped away when she pulled. "Rather than listen to me, listen to those whispers in the back of your mind to what you really want."

[Lucy Serrano]

Again, it all felt like being spoken down to. There was a sense to every conversation that Lucy couldn't possibly know what she was doing or what she was talking about. And really, it was moronic for her not to understand that, but the difference was all in the timing. The tone. She had a second of Lucy's time despite how she had seemed to resist, and she was using it perfectly. Perhaps that was the most irritating thing; not the fact that she knew so little, but the fact that she knew it all.

When she had her hand back, her own fingers curled to the wrist that was held. It hadn't hurt - not by any means - but it warranted attention all the same. The notion that there was something so simple speaking to her in the back of her head felt laughable. She still stood in silence, though it didn't fit her.

Then, in a move arguably bolder than every inch of destruction she'd caused so far, she stepped up to the older vampire with no resistance. Senses might have made every move predictable, but she stepped up, kept her hands to herself and pressed her lips lightly against those that continuously caught her own.

[Penelope Blaise]

She'd seen the way this girl looked at her. Those glances down to her lips were hardly subtle to someone that reveled in that attention when it came from her. It was greater than herself; she just wished Lucy would see that herself. Did she expect it? Not quite. So when Lucy stepped up to her, she was half expecting to be hit. Fighting was what seemed like her first choice.

Instead, she was met with something far more gentle. She had listened, or at least Penny was sure of it, but it had caught the vampire with true surprise. Her arms remained at her sides, a spare moment passing just to catch up the thought.

Whether it was a mistake to do so or not, she reciprocated.

[Lucy Serrano]

The fold of Lucy's arms tightened instinctively when she felt pressure return. She wasn't surprised to feel it given this girl's actions towards her in such recent times; she had always been the one to start what Lucy didn't know if she could handle.

So her hands tightened on herself to stop them from reaching out. But pressure had her leaning inwards even closer, and whatever gentle connotations were slowly abandoned for something more concrete. The second she parted her lips, teeth sunk into her lower lip like she could actually leave a mark.

[Penelope Blaise]

With whatever shift was slowly being made, Penny for once felt like she was the one running slow to keep up. Perhaps it was because this individual surprised her so much. When a set of sharp teeth suddenly sunk into her bottom lip, Penny gasped. Like for the first time in over two hundred years, she needed the breath, despite knowing better.

Finally, her hands did reach out. Fingernails tightened around her sides, threatening to pierce through cloth and flesh as she pulled Lucy even closer, matching that intensity she initiated.

[Lucy Serrano]

Again those hands were fast to take Lucy's form like she so had the right to. Like claiming something already known to be hers. Those hands might have been harsh in their direction, but it wasn't so different to how they held her only minutes ago. Though now, that felt like ages.

She didn't resist the way she was pulled in then. It felt impossible to ignore the draw of a single step now. Her own hands squeezed themselves around herself, folded as they were.

But they only lasted a moment longer before she unfurled them. Ignoring the temptation of the body against her own, she instead tracked fingers through her hair at either side to press palms against her face. All the while it felt like stealing something pertinent she didn't have any right too.