Who am I? (Kaz)

[Legion]

Patrick hardly knew who he was. He knew a few scant memories of his past, but the majoritiy of what he remembered came after what he, or Legion had called, his "birth". Where Legion had been created. It was from that point were there were no holes in his memories. But this was Patrick walking about, though with not much of an idea of who he was, only his personality. That personality enough to break him out of his legion person , especially with that lack of his darkness, weakening Legion's hold. It had allowed for Patrick O'Connor to come out, and now that the irishman had, even if he didn't have his memories or know who exactly he was, he didn't plan on leaving any time soon.

So where was Patrick now? He wasn't quite sure. He was on a dock, that much he knew. But was this the dock. The one in his memory. The one where he almost blew off his head for Kazumi? Everything looked similar so he thought so. It had actually taken him quite a bit of time to find this particular dock, having to go through quite a few other ones, but this time he was certain. This was the dock of that memory, and it was worth the time it took to get here. He had to come back, he had to get Kazumi back, and Ruth. He didn't know how to do that, but he figured tracking down his memoies was a good start.

He still was unaware of the significance of this dock, though. While he knew he had tried to off himself here Patrick figured there was a particular reason why. Something more then just, 'well here's as good a spot as any'. But that part of his memory was still hidden away, if indeed there was anything there. So he walked up and down the dock, looking for something, anything, but the dock was bare. It looked like at one point it was a bustling places, but now the only thing of note he could find was what looked like a dried pool of blood and that was a little concerning but he had nothing. So he stood there, looking at it quite perplexed, something familiar about it but he couldn't put a bead on it.

Staring at it for a few minutes Patrick would let out a frustrated growl, "What the fuck happened here?"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

"This is where Zea died. Your girlfriend, from before you met me. You came to save her, but you got here too late." A voice rising up from the darkened shadows of the dock. Small form clad all in jeans and a black pull over sweater, with the hood up, she would step out of the darkness and push the hood back from her face, allowing her hair to spill freely about her features as blue eyes looked toward that familiar figure standing there upon the dock.

Her hands shoved into her pocket, she would slowly approach, though coming up short of being near where he was. A soft sigh passing her lips as she stared down at the same spot he had been staring at moments before. "This is also the spot that you came, to kill yourself when you thought I had died." She shuddered slightly at the memory, closing her eyes for a bit before opening them once more to look at him.

"I found you here that night...Kneeling in that exact spot....ready to end it all." Slowly her tongue would trace over her lower lip, anger still in her tone, though for now it was tamed down and softened, if just barely. She wasn't sure why she was here, only that she came here night after night without much reason behind her actions. She just...had to.

"It was also the night that we officially got together...." Yeah, officially being the key word there. Though she did not elaborate on it that much right now. No, she just fell silent and let the darkness swallow her words, eyes turning away from his as she tried not to let her anger override her sense of calm she had found in walking here.

[Legion]

Patrick turned at the sound of that familiar italian voice. Knowing who it belonged to and trying to make sense of the words. Trying to remember something, anything. The thought of her with that guy, his daughter wtih that guy pushing him forward furiously, focusing on remembering who he was. Trying to remember who the hell Zea was, and why he'd want to save her, because the only thing her remembered was being a bad guy, save for when he returned home to Kazumi, cleaning up his act. The idea that he'd do something even remotely noble, unless it was for some personal gain lost on him.

"I don't remember," He would say as his head turned to look on her, believing her, but unable to recal doing any such thing, the thought of that frustrating him to no end. Though as she spoke he listened to her, nodding, remembering bits and pieces of that. Though he sensed anger in her voice, sure that it was directed towards him but all the same he was grateful for the help. Quietly saying, "I remember putting that gun to my head and pulling the trigger, but it wouldn't work. I remember saying that if anyone ever took you from me that I'd find you. But I don't remember anything else."

He would smile softly at her words, of that being the night that they officially got together. God, he wished he remembered that. Wanting that memory so desperately. Imagining that it was a pretty good one. Though there was one thing that he wasn't quite sure of, though he wasn't sure if he could, or rather, should ask that. Not quite sure of that would be... appropriate, was that the word? to ask. Or if it would get her angry or something. But after a moment he would ask, "Were we on again off again before that? Was that why i was going to kill myself? Because of the guilt I felt over that when I thought you were dead?"

He figured there was no point in pretending he knew that stuff, because they both knew that his memory was spotty. That he didn't know who he was. What was the point? Besides, she was the only one that knew the details of their realationship at this point and if he wanted to find out he'd have to ask. So what was the point of beating around the bush? He didn't have much time and he wasn't going to lose her, or Ruth...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She gave a soft chuckle. Even in her pissed off state she could not deny that the way he asked his question, the fact that he would assume it was something so simple, was amusing. Still, she would just shake her head and then turn her gaze back up toward his own. "No. We met at our old school. Ten thirty three. You were so....stiff and serious and I somehow managed to get you to skip class with me, hang out with me for the day. We slept together that evening...and then you completely ignored me for weeks after that." Even with the memory she spoke of not being one of her favorites, at least not the ignoring her part, she still couldn't help but look back on it fondly...now.

"From there, that was pretty much the sum of our interactions until I found you half passed out on the sidewalk. Drug your sorry ass to a hotel, let you sleep it off, and then when you woke up....well, you pretty much thanked me, and told me to hit the road." She giggled slightly. Oh she knew that wasn't reaaaally how he had gone about it, but she said it just to get a slight rise out of him before finally correcting herself. "Well I mean, you were more eloquent about it. Of course. Some line about how you couldn't be with me. It wasn't safe. Blah, blah, blah...Left me there, crying.."

Suddenly, the mood around her would darken and her entire body would tense up. Her breath lodging, noticeably in her throat, and her fingers starting to tremble before she shoved them deep within her pockets once more. "After that...." She paused, having to swallow down the bile that rose in her throat at the thoughts of what came next, yet somehow managing to do so. "After that....I was murdered...in front of you at the school." Her hand coming to her neck, tracing over that scar where her throat had been slit open, a shudder once again racing down her spine.

"T..That was why you were here that night? You had failed to save her...and you had pushed me away and let me die...Or so you thought. You just wanted a way out....I suppose. I never really asked, because, to be honest, I was scared to." She shrugged, speaking rather calmly, though it was clear she was on edge...her foot nudging a burn mark on the dock and a little smile spreading over her lips.

"And this is the spot, that you let go of your past, to be with me. You took all the files of your past, all the hidden truths about who you were, and you laid that part of yourself to rest....For me." That hurt to talk about more than anything else, the sudden rush of pain so raw that it caused her to gasp. She had been so isolated from it, for so long, that she wasn't used to it anymore. A step back, away from him, away from the emotions...Her head shaking slightly.

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[Legion]

Patrick tilted his head at her chuckle, while he was sure that it was funny, it was just, without any sort of memory or context of what had happened he was left guessing. He chuckle making him wonder more what happened. Why he did what he did. Why he wanted to kill himself for the lack of her. Watching her shake her head he looked at her, quite intently, quite seriously, taking this whole thing as a life or death situation. Wanting to get back to her so desperately, more then anything in the world. While Legion may have had different intentions, Legion was not Patrick, at least as Patrick thought.

As he listened to her he couldn't help but feel like he only had more questions. While he imagined that he could have been stiff and serious, why would he go with her? Was it simply a booty call? Did they both know going into it that it would be sex that was the outcome? Or did it just happen? What were his intentions going in? Though Patrick knew that many of those questions only he could answer, the he who wasn't here right not. As she spoke Patrick couldn't help but feel like there was almost a sense of bitter nostalgia in that voice, though he couldn't be sure.

As she continued on about finding him half passed out on the street he'd frown, believing her words. With the memories he did have of his past, Patrick couldn't deny that he was fully capable of doing that. Especially if he ignored her like he had. He didn't like it. Emotions for her being ones of love, even if he didn't remember the details. Guilt over hurting her, even if that was in the past, and apparently they had made up, or at least started over? As she giggled it made Patrick even more confused, trying to figure out what was going on here, and what had happened. As she finally got around to correcting herself Patrick couldn't help but feel like there was something missing though. Like the answer wasn't quite complete. Though there was still a frown on his face over making her cry, it was something that Patrick never wanted to do, and was pretty sure he would never have wanted to do whenever he had gotten around to loving her.

As a mood changed a frown of concern spread across his face, causing him to take a small step forward. Not sure what exactly she was thinking about but concerned that it was causing her so much turmoil, wondering what it was though. Noticing the trembling Patrick would listen carefully as she began to speak, figuring this would be important, and not really wanting to ask questions about it. She she said what had happened and traced that finger over the scar on her neck Patrick nodded solemnly. He wasn't sure how she came back, but after dying a few times himself he wasn't about to ask why. Nor did he remember watching her die. He knew that he had, or at least thought that she was dead, but still he didn't remember.

As she asked him that question he frowned. Because the truth was he didn't know that answer to that. All he knew was that he had been sorry he pretended she didn't exist, and that his name was Patrick O'Connor, he didn't know what he called himself before. But he knew he had regretted what he had done, thinking that at the time he had thought that she was dead. Frown remaining on his face as he saw her getting visibly uncomfortable.

Watching her foot nudge that burn mark, with that smile Patrick lightened up, even if it was for only a moment, before that too ended. Listening to her tell him what he had done, revealing to him that his past must have been more shady then he even knew, which concerned him, but at the same time he had given it all up. So he couldn't have been a complete demon at the time, right? Though as Patrick saw the pain come over her face he took a step towards her, hand reaching to her face, slowly. Stopping only because she had stepped away from him. Knowing that now wasn't the right time.

Slowly he'd let his hand drop as he'd back away, moving towards the blood stain as if it were calling him, slowly crouching down at next to hit, hand reaching to touch it, eyes closing and gasping as he did. No memories came, but an explanation did, eyes closed as he gave it, strained look almost seeming as if he thought if he didn't concentrate he'd lose it, "When that girl, Zea, died, my world stopped. She saved my life and I killed her. For years I guess. I shut myself down, there was no point in life, but the next kill. When I met ye that changed. Ye were kind to me when no one else had been. Ye made me think that I could live again, but I was scared. I couldn't bear to lose another, so I pushed ye away without telling ye how I really felt about ye. But there was time, then ye were killed, and I lost all will to live. There was only vengeance but when it was done I was left as a husk once again. The pointlessness of my existence, the meaninglessness, ye had died and so did my will to live. The struggle wasn't worth it anymore. I was just so tired and guilty over yer death, and how I treated the only person who had been nice to me. The only person I dared to care about in years. I was done. And so I meant to end my life, where my hell had began."

It was quite clear that all he got was his explanation, but none of the accompanying memories. And that confused him even more. Once again more questions of his past being brought up. It was that which was truly maddening. The fact that every time he got something it felt like more questions were raised then answered. But that was life right now he figured. And if that's what it took to get his wife back, that's what it took...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She said what she had to say, and that was it. She didn't elaborate, she didn't give more detail than was needed....She didn't want his memories to come back as versions of her own, but instead as full blow realizations of his past, of their past. So, she fell silent and would simply stare down at the ground for quite some time.

However, out of the corner of her eye, she noted the way his hand rose to touch her, and for the briefest of seconds, she felt her heart start to race within her chest. Gods she loved him...more than she could ever really explain or put into words. More than she could ever show for fear of it being ripped away from her again. So, that step away was taken, having to force her feet to move and having to force her lungs to draw in another breath.

With all the will power she had, she fought back the tears that burned within her eyes. Swallowing past them and biting the inside of her cheek to keep the pain she felt from surfacing in the form of a whimper, or a soft, defeated sigh. Never was she more relieved than when she watched him step back and move to lean down over the blood stain. So easy was it to become lost and confused when the anger began to fall away, exposing her to her emotions like an exposed nerve.

But then he began to speak, and she found herself instantly hanging upon every word as if her life depended upon it. Which, in so many ways, it did. The realization that she had felt this way before slamming into her, bringing her back to that night that she had finally told him that she couldn't live being second best to a memory. To hanging upon his every word, hoping against hope that he would choose to be with her....and he had.

His words spilling forth, she would choke back a soft whimper as tears filled her blue eyes. She tried to fight them, but with every word he spoke she found it harder and harder to do so. Eventually, a few would escape to roll slowly down her cheeks, allowing him to continue speaking as she slowly began to move.

When he opened his eyes again, she would be knelt down before him, just as she had been the night that she came to this dock and found him about to end his life. The very same way she had been when she begged him to look at her, to feel her...to know that it was her. Hesitantly...her hand would reach out, grasping his wrist and pressing his palm against her chest, letting him feel the beat of her heart. "I am still just as real as I was that night...." A soft whimper edging her tone as she struggled to maintain some kind of composure. "And I still miss you just as badly....I still need you...just as badly.."

Very slowly, as if mirroring her actions that night, she would inch forward on her knees until they were touching his own. "I am going to ask you the same thing I did that night....Don't leave me. Please." She trembled, feeling that surge of pain and desperation and knowing she would pay for it later...but unable to keep it hidden away...at least not right now.

[Legion]

As Patrick reached to touch her he saw the look in her eyes, that fear. Sure there was love there and Patrick wasn't stupid enough to think that there wasn't, and for that he was eternally grateful, but at the same time that fear was still so very real. It made Patrick sigh a little as he watched her fight back tears, knowing that it was him that had caused this. Maybe not intentionally but he still felt the guilt all the same. He still felt personally responsible for all of this. So he stepped away, moving to examine that blood and eventually speak.

As he finished speaking, opening his eyes, seeing her kneeling there in front of him. Very much in that same exact position that he remembered, remembering how he thought that she was one of his ghosts, though not entirely sure what that meant exactly. Not remembering any other "ghosts". Though as she reached out for him he felt her soft little hand grasping his wrist and placing his hand on her chest. Feeling her warmth and her heartbeat, that racing within her chest. nodding as she said she was just as real as she was on that night on the dock. He would frown slightly at her whimper, only to smile weakly as she told him that she missed him just as badly, and needed him just as much. Her words not erasing the sense of urgency he felt, the fear of losing her to that other guy, but they did still his heart and his uncertainties in this moment.

And then this all culminated in her shifting closer to him, so that their knees were touching, with her asking him not to leave her. That pain and desperation so clear in her voice, moving Patrick, tugging at this heart strings for her. For their damaged marriage, wanting to make it right. Willing to do anything. As she trembled Patrick would lift the hand not covering her chest, to slowly and gently cup her cheek. Eyes looking into hers softly, but determined as he spoke, "I will find a way to come back to ye. To get my memories back. I will free myself from these people and come back to ye and Ruth. I promise ye. I'm not going to leave ye. I just got myself back. I won't let them take me away again."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

At this point her small, lithe form was trembling like a leaf. A mixture of cold and fear and overwhelming pain. Another set of tears escaping to create yet another streak within her make up and down her cheeks. Yet those eyes would remain blue as the looked up into his, pleading with him, begging him to not leave her. It was the only thing that made any sense right now, that even remotely began to ease the pain she felt at knowing he was not her's anymore....at least not right now.

As he spoke, his hand touching upon her cheek, she could not find the strength or the will to pull away, but to instead tilt her head into his touch. Nuzzling her cheek against his palm every so softly, she would allow herself the moment to close her eyes, instinct driving her to lean into him as her own hand now rested atop the back of his that she had placed over her heart. Silently she would listen to every word, her eyes making their way back to his, to see that determination in his gaze, to know that for the time being she was speaking to her husband...the man that she still loved so very desperately. Because, truth be told, she didn't have any other choice...she had to love him or risk feeling that emptiness completely consume her.

As he finished, she would have leaned in a little more, her nose brushing slowly against his as her eyes fell closed and that soft lilac scent filled the small space between them. "Stay with me...just for tonight...Please Patrick. I don't know if I can handle watching you walk away right now." Nothing more than a soft whisper against his lips, her warm breath washing over him.

She knew what she was asking was likely impossible. But she asked none the less. She wasn't fooling herself into thinking anything, she was simply begging for what she needed most in this moment with the only person she knew she could ever be this weak around without worry of what he would do to her. "I know that you may not love me...At least not yet. But please...for tonight..pretend that you do?" A soft whisper edged with the pain and suffering of the past months. Her body trembling as she tilted her head just a bit more and softly brushed her lips to his...the slightest hint of her fangs grazing them would be felt, though she did not linger. Instead, she would pull back, looking at him through amethyst eyes now and barely able to draw in breath as she waited.

She wasn't asking him to really love her, or to remember her. She wasn't asking him to come home. She was simply asking that he stay with her this one night. Even if all they did was sit there and talk, she didn't care. She just needed him, and could not help but be a little selfish right now in begging him to stay. "I will help you baby...I promise...I will help you to remember, tell you anything you wish to know...Just, allow me this one thing. Please?" Trembling that much harder ad eventually pulling away, to settle back upon her knees...Nothing left to say right now. Only to wait.

[Legion]

Patrick saw that fear, softly frowning to acknowledge it. Though it was ironic really, here he was so terribly afraid of her doing the same to him, with that boy. He feared her telling him that she couldn't wait anymore. And while you could say that it was strange when there was so little he remembered about her, it was the few memories that he had, that made hers so much more poignant in his mind Sure, he may not belong to her at this moment like she remembered but he wanted to be. Patrick wanted to remember fully his love for her, he felt it now but he wanted to know ever detail. This was because how could she make him want to live again, make him want to give up all that life that had consumed him, all that violence. How much greater were the other memories of her? He wanted to be hers again.

As his hand touched her cheek he felt her nuzzle into him. Smiling softly as she did, leaning into him and feeling her soft hand on the one that rested on her chest. The one that felt her every heartbeat. Smiling as her eyes made their way back to his. As she leaned in further he felt her nose brush his and he smiled again, closing his eyes and inhaling that lilac scent of hers, familiarity in that scent, more then he could really explain. Shivering as she whispered her plea on his lips, he'd nod slowly. Wanting nothing more then just that. Not wanting to leave her, because although he didn't remember everything, he loved her, so very much. Though as she continued, asking that he pretend to love her he'd frown, not at the request but at that pain in her voice. Truly he hated that she had gone through that while he was away. That she had been in so much pain. But then again he didn't have to pretend. Feeling her lips brush against his and those fangs on his lips, the cool teeth on skin he'd shiver. So whispering softly against her lips he'd say, "I don't remember everything, or maybe not fully why, but I don't have to pretend Kazumi. Not with you."

Patrick would watch her pull away, listen to her as she trembled. Saw how desperately she needed him. And oh how desperately he needed her. He wanted to remember, so badly, and to give her what she wanted, and indeed he would because he wanted nothing more then this night either. Pausing for a moment he'd wait before he would give his answer, hand on her cheek sliding back into her hair. pulling her forward as he gave his answer to her on her lips. Kissing her softly and affectionately, slowly deepening the kiss at her pace. Letting her know that he wasn't leaving. That he would stay the night with her, no matter what it was, be it talking or...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She heard his words, and they brought more tears to her eyes...though she would somehow manage a faint smile. She wanted to believe him so badly, wanted to believe that he loved her and that despite his memory loss he still loved her. However, she could not find the proper words to voice this, and instead was left to stifle back a little sob and remain there a trembling little mess upon her knees before him.

She was a strong person, something she had spent the last several months proving to the world...but right now, with the pain washing over her and uncertainty swallowing up her heart, she looked every bit the small, fragile, innocent girl that he had met and fallen so hopelessly in love with. Amethyst eyes, lingering upon his own, waited for that reply. Yet with every second the silence hung in the air, she became more and more convinced that perhaps she had asked the wrong thing of him and that terrified her.

She needed him tonight, she needed him to be with her, to hold her and to try to remember her. But most of all, she needed time with him in which she could try and win over the other half of him that now made up who he was. She had her own demon, and knew very well that if both parts of her soul had not loved him so fully, they never would have gotten married. Sure, her demon could not love persay, but that did not mean it was incapable of some form of affection....

Mine...

That voice ringing out in the back of her mind as Nyx awoke to begin pacing and prowling. She lay dormant these days, allowing Kaz to have her anger, but the pain was too raw and too real...his touch too electrifying upon her flesh. Nyx had to come forth, to make t clear that no matter what, he would be her's again. The darker part of her soul causing the air to shift just slightly around them. Just enough that whatever darkness dwelt within him would be able to sense it. Not overwhelmingly so, but just a small tinge, to let it know that it was not alone in its dark and evil ways right now....even if Kazumi had reverted back to her more naive and innocent self for the time being.

Breath catching in her throat, a soft sob threatening to work its way out, her lips would part in order to try and plead with him one more time. However, she was silenced by the feel of his fingers as they slid around and into her hair. Barely a chance to usher a little gasp of surprise before he had pulled her in, his lips pressing to her own as he began to kiss her, answering her in that single action in a way that words never could.

Tilting her head, she shifted slightly, her small form crawling forward until she was close enough that she was able to slide herself up against him. One hand coming up, she would brush her fingers through his hair at the back of his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss as her tongue sought to circle and caress his own. As the seconds ticked by, the kiss deepening slowly and passionately, the softest of moans would be muffled into his lips, a shiver racing down her spine and pressing her closer to him still.

Only when she was certain that she could not hold her breath much longer, would she finally pry her lips from his. Though she did not venture far, instead opting to lightly graze his lips with her fangs before turning her head in order to slowly brush her nose along his jawline, dragging her lips toward his ear where she would whisper in a hushed little growl. "I will help you to remember baby...I won't let you go..." Nodding a bit as she ran her lips down his neck, her hair falling away and down to one side, her scent consuming the air around them, and her small form all but crawled into his lap at this point.

[Legion]

Patrick would give a soft smile in return to her weak one after she had smiled at his words. Watching her tremble he saw a completely different side of Kazumi. A side that he had not seen to terribly much of, from what Patrick could remember. That anger was gone, almost completely it seemed, replaced with a very vulnerable woman, innocent and sweet. Full of pain and uncertainty and Patrick hated to see that. Watching her eyes change that amethyst color he began to notice the fear building in her eyes. Frowning a bit as he noticed that, though as the seconds passed he began to notice something quite interesting.

There was something different in the air. Something very different, something that felt but couldn't quite place his finger on. There was something different about her, but he couldn't figure it out. But then, there is was. It wasn't him, but Legion who recognized it. Recognizing it for what it was. A dark chuckle given at Legion's realization, finding this quite interesting, finding this woman certainly more interesting then the rest of the common trash on the street. As Patrick felt Legion stir within him he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, preparing to do what ever it took to stay free. But at that there was a condescending chuckle sent his way. One that laughed at him because Legion was beginning to approve of this woman, of her dark side.

Kissing her he'd tell her what he never could in words. Things that he couldn't tell her because he didn't remember, but the body did. Love conveyed in that kiss, love that was far greater then what he had been showing. In his kiss was the love and passion that he had held for her and her alone since before he had been taken. A kiss that explained that somewhere, underneath the surface, everything remained.

As she pressed into him, his hand would slide from her chest, back around to her waist, pulling her closer to him still, sighing softly at the contact. Shivering at her hand that brushed into his hair, pulling him deeper into that kiss. Moaning softly himself as her tongue found his, his would do the same, caressing hers softly, circling her tongue slowly. Shivering at the sound of her moans, only causing him to wrap his arms tighter around hers as she pressed in, not wanting this moment to end. Loving the passion and desire for her.

Soft pants given as she pulled away, shivering at her fangs grazing against his lips. Closing his eyes and sighing softly as he felt her nose being dragged across his jawline, he'd turn into her touch. Shivering lightly at that growl into his ears, he'd nuzzle softly into her neck as he felt her lips dragging along his neck. Hand running down from her head to her waist as well, pulling her into hims lap, holding her close to him as He kissed her neck softly, inhaling that lilac scent slowly before moving to whisper in her ear, "I want to remember Kazumi, everything. I want to remember ye, remember ye better and I want to remember Ruth. I don't want to lose either of ye."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She gave a soft little gasp as she felt his hands sliding down her body, felt his arms wrapping about her and pulling her into his lap. It had been far too long since she had lost herself in his arms. So long since she had felt the security and warmth that such a simple touch could provide. Curling her small form into his lap, she ran her fingers down his chest slowly as the other hand moved to slide down the back of his neck.

Lips dragging along his flesh, she would pause over the spot where her mark had once more, a soft growl given as she brushed her nose against the now flawless flesh. "Hmm...maybe this is the problem..." She knew that it wasn't, but she thought perhaps it was part of it...and so, she would remedy that...for now. A sharp little hiss as her hips shifted to rock down into his lap, to tease him, before razor sharp little fangs would bury into that spot upon his neck.

The instant that she tasted his blood as it ran over her tongue, she would groan in pleasure and shift her body in closer to his own. Fingers curling into the front of his shirt, she would press harder into that bite, making certain that her teeth left their distinctive mark upon his flesh for however long it would last. Only then would she pull back, enough that she was able to slowly lap at his blood, tongue probing and prodding that wound, opening it up to her and allowing his blood to spill down his shoulder.

A few moments later, her head would lift and lips, stained with crimson, would move to his ear. A hot, sultry breath released along with her dark, yet strangely innocent tone. "You will be mine again..." Her hand sliding down his chest, over his stomach and down between them...teasing him, taunting him even as her hair fell away from her throat to expose his mark upon her flesh.

Pressing into him, she would lower her head once more, kissing and licking over that wound as it continued to bleed...A sultry, taunting tone given as she practically purred against his flesh. "I am still yours Patrick...." A gentle nip of her fangs before she would pull back, blood dripping down her chin, staining her lips...those eyes dark with streaks of crimson through them...Only now were her fangs more visible, all of them...tongue slowly tracing over one before she would look at him almost curiously. "But...will the other half of you have me?" Oh yes, she was speaking to that other part of him, trying to play nice, to try and get a feel for what the monster would want of her...IF it would want anything to do with her at all that is...

[Legion]

Patrick would give a little grin at her gasp, loving that sound coming from his contact with her, coming because of him wrapping his arms around her. That was what made her gasp special, because it was him who had made her make that sound. Was that selfishness? perhaps arrogance was a better term? Maybe it was pride? Patrick wasn't entirely sure, nor was he too sure that this was entirely him. There was this feeling of a sort of greed, in his pleasure at her gasp. Sure there was love and thrill that she was making that sound, but there was something, more, dark perhaps, or at least self serving. And that, he was fairly certain, wasn't him. Legion perhaps? He wasn't so sure, because he, Patrick, was in control right? That was how this worked right? Something in his mind about experience was telling him that it was one or the other, so by his logic, whatever that meant, this feeling of greed had to be his. Perhaps he was still an enigma even to himself.

Shivering as she moved her hands along his neck and chest, feeling her lips drag across his neck, he couldn't deny that he loved this feeling of her pressed against him, affection in her touch. A slight grin given at her growl, both him, and Legion happy with the possessiveness, although neither were exactly sure why she paused. Feeling her nose on his neck he'd listen to her words, head tilting slightly, "Hmmm?"

The questioning sound, followed up immediately by a quite pleased little moan as he felt her hips shifting and rocking down into him as he would instinctively rock his hips up into hers. A hiss of his own finally being released as she bit into his neck with those razor sharp fangs. Grinning at the groan, the pain, the feel of his blood flowing forth. Hissing again in pleasure as she bit down harder, hands gripping her waist quite tightly. It was now that Patrick realized that it wasn't just him that enjoyed this, but that stirring inside of him told him that Legion did as well. Though his past experiences as Legion told him that as well, but this was certainly interesting, and perhaps fortunate. Because Patrick wasn't leaving Kazumi, Legion didn't really have much choice in the matter. Though as she poked and prodded at his wound, he'd groan softly, feeling her lap up his blood. Felt his blood, that warm crimson liquid running down that shoulder. It stirred Legion, even without his darkness it stirred him, though Legion didn't exactly want control, really uncaring toward the whole thing really.

When she pulled away and whispered into his ear Patrick would shiver, a dark grin crossing his features. That voice, he loved it. Seeming to capture Kazumi's essence, even though he didn't know why he'd say that. The innocence, with the hint of darkness, so, incredibly sexy and while is shouldn't work, shouldn't go hand in hand, for her it did. And Patrick wasn't sure why, nor was Legion for that matter. Her hand sliding down his chest as she spoke, a shiver coming from that, though as she got lower, yeah, lower, Patrick would give a moan as her hand made it's way there. Not missing that her hair had fallen away from where that mark on her neck was. To one where he remembered biting her, at first on her request and then because he wanted to. His fingers tracing over that mark slowly as he whispered softly, "Yours"

Practically moaning again at her words, into his flesh as she licked that wound, his ego, Legion's ego quite thoroughly stroked, hissing as she nipped at him again, grinning. Taking her words as an encouragement. Moving to pin her against the dock, lying atop of her, chest pressed tightly against hers, holding her to the dock. One hand behind her neck, palm on her cheek, the other mimicking her other hand, sliding from her waist between her, teasingly. Shifting a bit, to allow the blood flowing from his shoulder to flow down, dripping directly into her mouth, at this control, growling, dark yet loving tone in his voice as he did all this, "Mine..."

Possessive nature, very much at play here, from both Patrick and Legion. That question of hers as she looked up into him no longer really needing to be one that needed to e thought about. Though there'd be a dark grin given all the same before he'd nuzzle into that mark on her neck, hand on her neck moving to grip the collar on her shirt none too gently, ever clear what he wanted, whispering darkly into what he could only assume was his mark, "He doesn't share."

Hand jerking down to tear that shirt down across the front as his tongue slowly traced his mark on her neck. That hand roughly grabbing her chest after he had torn away the front of her shirt. His other hand occupied in teasing and taunting as well, claiming what was rightfully his, all still very much PG-13 of course, though rapidly moving in a progressive direction. Allowing his hands to work as he slowly traced that scar, before his nose brushed up to her ear as he whisperered lustfully, unmistakably Patrick, "Neither do I."

Before quickly returning to bite down on his mark, letting the blood wash over his tongue, lapping it up, moaning at the sweet taste of that delicious crimson liquid... Poking and prodding as she had to widen the wound, to get more of that taste in his mouth...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She shivered, that single word from him more than enough to set her heart on fire, to rock her down to her very soul. How many nights had she laid in bed, their bed, alone...wondering if he would ever be her's again? If he would ever love her again? It had to have been every single night since she first found out he was alive, since the first night she had seen his love for that other girl. She had not known for certain what was going on, but when he had begun to bleed from seemingly nowhere, and that look of utter panic and concern had fallen over him...She had known. It had been as clear as the nose on her face. Whatever hope she had of him coming home seeming to dwindle with every passing moment from there on out.

Yet here, with him now, as he said that single word, confirming what she believed somewhere deep down inside her heart still, she felt hope once more starting to rise up within her. It was a foolish thing to have...hope...but what other choice did she have? She could either hold onto that shred of hope that he offered her here and now with that solitary word...or she could give up as she had intended to do not but a few days prior.

The thought barely having time to register within her mind before she felt him begin to shift. Something she had said seeming to spark a fire within him, his hands pushing her down to the dock surface and pinning her there with his weight. There was aggression in his actions, possessiveness that, though she had seen a glimpse of it here and there before, she had never seen on this sort of level. The Patrick she knew had always been somewhat passive with her in regards to things like this. Or at least he had tried to be.

But this, well this was different. There was a force behind the touch of his hands, behind the way he growled as he pinned her there. It was different, new even...and though it did take her by surprise, it was in no way a bad thing. If anything, she loved it more than she should have. A soft growl given as her body rocked upward from the cold dock surface...pressing into him with a sense of lust and desire filling her every move...her every breath.

Then, as if to mimic her previous actions, his hand would venture down her body, taunting her, teasing her to gain a soft moan from her lips and a shudder to rock her down to her very core. Ever so lightly, eyelids would flutter closed, her head rolling back a bit to expose a bit more of her neck to him, breath now leaving her in shaky, heated gasps. She had lost count of how many months it had been since the last time he had touched her this way. Hell, since the last time he had touched her at all.

It felt so damn amazing, more so than she believed any other man, or woman, could. Slowly her hips would shift upward from the dock, seeking out more of that delicious torment that he had to offer her, that only he could truly give to her. But then he spoke, and though it was again nothing more than a single word, she found herself completely lost to it. It was not just him that had said it, no...she knew that all too well. His demon was enticed, and though she had to admit that she was enjoying every bit of this, she could not deny that this was partly what she had wanted.

She wanted that part of him to want her, to view him as her own did Patrick. She wanted every aspect of him to crave her as much as she craved him. To know what it was to feel such a primal desire and need for the other. A soft growl issued in response as she nipped playfully at him, though almost on cue, the darkness within her would begin to rise up a bit more, darkening the air around them...thickening it and working to drag him out a bit more, to "stroke" the monster within...or so one could say.

His fingers curling into the top of her shirt, she knew what was to come, and a low, dark growl would begin to rise within her chest. Not threatening, not in the least. Again it was just her way of not only toying with Patrick, but with Legion as well. She knew that Patrick loved her, desired her, lusted after her...but she needed the other part of him to as well.

Back arching up from the dock floor as he ripped her shirt away, the rough nature with which he grabbed her contrasting with the affectionate, soft nuzzle given to her neck. Yet, there was no mistaking the nature of his words, and a little grin would tug at the corners of her lips. "He doesn't hmm?" Barely purring the words forth before a soft, heated moan would erupt from her lips, knowing what was to come and aching desperately for it.

Then he spoke again, and before she could reply buried his teeth within her flesh, right over that scar, the spot he had been time and time again. His mark and his alone. Instantly her eyes rolled back into her head and a soft moan would escape into the night air. Blood rushing from the wound, she had to admit it was a different sensation to feel him lapping at it, drinking it as hungrily as she did his. Her blood having a slightly different feel to it than most people's...seeing as how her's was similar to an energy shot or something when the person drinking it wasn't injured and in need of healing...Causing a tingling sensation to course through the body, heating them up...odd yet pleasurable.

Finally, however, she would manage to form words, her hand moving to the back of his head, holding him against her, as her own head tilted just enough to growl lowly against his ear. "If you don't wish to share, then you both had better figure out how to keep me. No?" Taunting, teasing...seducing and luring forth. She wanted both halves of him, wanted to show that she did not just love one part and not the other.

No, if a part of him was going to be a dark being...a killer...evil. Well then a part of her was all too happy to do the same. Her own demon purring softly and starting to merge with her within her mind...feeding darkness into the air just as Kaz's hips would again shift upward to lustfully rock against him. Daring him for more. Needing...more.

[Legion]

As she rocked up into him after he pinned her he gave a growled little moan, rocking his hip back down roughly. Feeling her lust and desire rise only spurred him onwards. Loving every second of it, every moment of her need for him, causing Patrick's need for her to rise as well, his love for her still very much present in his actions, his hips rocking down to declare her as his own, just as much as it was Legion staking out his claim. Because the truth was Legion was beginning to like this woman. To desire her, acknowledging that Patrick, whoever he was, had good taste and skill in discernment. In a sense Legion being glad that it was Patrick who had control before, or else this delectable little prize wouldn't be before him, as his. A possessive little growl came from Patrick as his hand ran downward, correcting Legion without much thought of that unconscious decision, theirs.

As her head rolled back Patrick would nuzzle into her neck, inhaling that lilac scent deeply, blood rolling off of his neck in hers, mixing in with the scent, causing a soft moan in euphoria. Slowly pulling his head back moving to let that blood of his dribble down into her mouth, falling as little droplets, something about that perhaps more attractive then it should have been, but all the same it was. Spilling his blood into her mouth, feeling her rock her hip back up into him, he would once again rock his down, quite firmly, though this time much slower, making it seem that much more, deliberate. Far more taunting. Unable to keep from groaning at the dragging sensation.

Grinning at her growl as he gripped her shirt, knowing that she was taunting him, although at the same time there was a dare in the grin, that came from both Patrick and Legion. Although he didn't really know what it was it was there all the same. That demon in him, or perhaps as Patrick was beginning to consider, was him, quite enthralled with that growl, with this woman, quite curious to see just what it was that was behind that grin. A heated sigh given as she arched up into him, loving the feeling of her body pressed down on him before biting down on his mark to feel that blood wash over his tongue. Noting the distinct difference in taste, and the effect it had on him, only spurring him onward, pushing him forward. Causing within him a tingling and warming sensation, loving it all the more.

Feeling her hand move into his hair, behind his head to hold him against her he'd continue to lap at her blood, every so often moving to kiss at her wound. Growling in response to her words, pulling back as he looked her in the eyes, face directly over hers, blood dropping down into her mouth, he chin, everywhere. A pause in his actions, moaning as she rocked her hips up into his, before grinning darkly at her. Both parts of him, or whatever he was becoming quite up to the challenge, looking forward to it. Loving how she taunted him, that seduction that she seemed to be oh so good at.

A hand of his pulling away from her to press a pair of fingers against his wound poking and prodding it, covering them with blood. All this done slowly and within clear sight of her as he grinned teasingly down at her before slowly placing those two fingers in her mouth, carefully taunting her. Waiting for her tongue to move for that blood before his free hand would grasp her firmly, but not roughly, down past her waistline. Fingers choosing not to remain stationary as his bloody fingers were offered to her mouth, the idea quite simple really as he watched on, grinning...