The picture above is Lincoln Morris in his room! Makes it hard to hate him, I suppose?

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   It was the same old dream again.

   As usual, I could not control this furry body which seemed to travel everywhere - including the familiar forest, an extremely humongous wooden building that looked like it was built for giants, and sometimes I interacted with other random felines at other unrecognizable places. My soft paws padded along the dead silent hallways and thanks to this small animal's night vision, I could see every crook and cranny despite having little moonlight shining through the windows. The sound of papers rustling nearby caused my ears to prick up. Then with the curiosity that was not mine, I tried to find the noise. A wooden door blocked me from entering the room but I could not just turn my fluffy butt away and give up. Oh no, this animal is too curious... An inner voice said. And you can't do anything about it, can you? 

   If I could groan, I would.

   A dark colored paw appeared in front of me, causing alarms to set off in my head until I realized it was mine. Pushing the mammoth sized door with that single paw, it would not take a fool to know that it takes much more strength to push it open. That did not seem to deter the animal, however. It leaned against the door and much to my expectations, it did not work again. The body I possessed decided to use the last resort. Loud meows broke the quietness then accompanied by the sound of scratching. Needless to say, the once smooth block of wood had been graffitied with hideous, long claw marks. That stirred the giant behind the solid barrier. Heavy footfalls gradually intensified as it came closer then stopped short - just when I thought my poor sensitive ears could not bear it any longer. Hope - which did not belong to me, of course - rose within the moment I could hear the knob turning. 

   A small gap revealed the mysterious titan's posh shoes. As much as I wanted to look up to identify who was it, the furry creature decided to wiggle in between those pillars called "Legs" and purred like a vehicle's engine. Unintelligible mumbles boomed from the skies - or it came out of the giant's mouth, really - and I could not tell if it belonged to a male or a female's. 

   "I'll call you back, Lily... Yes, yes." Was the only coherent sentence I could hear.

   Rubbing my silky coat against the clothed columns which seemed to own speaking abilities, I took this opportunity to survey the room. Stacks of new letters, as well as old ones, threatened to bury me in it if I made a wrong move.

   Thanks to my shortened vision's field, I could not inspect the papers beyond 10 meters. This is just a dream, right? I thought to myself. So why do these things look so familiar?  Yellowed pages, calligraphic handwriting, honorific titles; they had something in common but my dream-like state could hardly recall anything of importance. This time, the room actually spiked a genuine interest within me. There was a teeny tiny issue, though - these four paws refused to budge even when I shouted orders internally to control the flocculent body. This white furball took a liking to the still pillars like it was the next best thing after the invention of sliced bread, much to my dismay. Well, at least you can still look around, A voice in my mind suggested and for once, I took its advice.

   But it did nothing to sate my curiosity. 

   Instead, I had more questions and still no answers. The name "Mr. Edwards" on a wrinkled yet recent letter caught my attention. If my eyes did not betray me, I think I saw several letters that looked suspiciously like the ones which I hid under my bed. However, before I could read its contents, the world around me began to blur then some superior force pulled me away from the embodiment of a house pet. No, let me read it first! I pleaded but the little control I had disappeared and soon enough, the feeling of warm sheets returned. 

   I tossed the blanket away, welcoming the frigid wind to bite my skin as long as it keeps me awake. Training my eyes on the ceiling, I wondered what would the prisoner be doing right now. Is he asleep? Can he tell that it's night now or it's always dark there so it doesn't matter? Maybe he's plotting for his escape?  Truth be told, I wished he did the latter. At least he could return to his old life - back into his parents' arms and friends. There would not be any threats that might kill or mutilate him if he took one wrong step. I sighed for the umpteenth time then watched the moonlight's meek glow lit my bedroom just enough to allow me to walk without banging into furniture.

   With small ginger steps, I grabbed the jeans that laid in the laundry basket and retrieved a small scrap of paper. Cuchulainn's number was scrawled on it; a faint glimmer of hope grew in my chest as I began to cook up some plans to get his help. Truth to be told, perhaps I should not have waited for this long to ring him up but I did not want to bother him if the matters could be solved easily on my own. A sigh escaped from my lips at the thought of the prisoner held in Lincoln's basement. It was beyond due time; any more of Donovan's suffering would be unnecessary. I don't have a cellphone but maybe this house has a phone booth somewhere? I wondered in my mind while sneaking out into the hallways.

   Now, I knew that strolling around in the dark with nothing on except an oversized T-shirt was not the best impression I could give to anyone who might catch me red-handed. But as my neck twist around to get all kinds of possible angles and directions that might hide a telephone, I really just could not bother coming up with an explanation about my current attire. That's right, Artemis, you're concerned about that human, That same voice spoke. What will the centaur think when you ask him to help Donovan escape? You know that supernatural beings somehow dislike the humankind...

   I locked that annoying voice away in a chest at the back of my mind at this point. I'll just figure it out when I finally found a phone booth! I reasoned with myself internally while prancing everywhere - such as vacant rooms and the good ole corridors. My fingers flew to molest any outlines of objects that remotely resemble a phone but none turned out to be one. Another sigh left its jail until I remembered something that might be crucial to this search. If I could recollect the dream I had just minutes ago, I believe there was a cell phone somewhere in this house. There was no doubt that this assumption had many flaws. First off, I was a cat who saw the one hundred percent zoomed in version of everything and that location might not be the same place I was at. That's just too much to be a coincidence if it's actually Lincoln's house... I thought then brushed it away as a mindless babble.

   But a theory remained plausible unless proven otherwise, right?

   Chills ran down my spine when I opened a pair of doors that ushered night wind into the room. Try to remember, Artemis... An inner voice coaxed. Surely these sudden nightmares being as a feline meant something... Scanning the rather stark room, I decided that this was not the place I trod earlier. A sudden ball of mixed emotions found its way stuck in my throat at the thought of Lincoln's room. Please don't tell me that it was actually his bedroom... I sent a fervent yet sincere prayer to the skies above as I closed the door behind me and explored other places. A small, reasonable part of me still refused to acknowledge the fact that those strange dreams had something to do with reality and I understood why. 

   I would not like to know these furry delusional incidents turned out to be very much real, either.

   You know it's your advantage now, right? The disembodied voice murmured. An almost inaudible grunt emerged from the back of my throat when I found myself standing in front of a peculiar looking door. Something compelled me to squat down and examined the lower part of the wooden structure so I did just that. Fingers ghosting across the polished surface, it did not take long before I could feel a few fresh claw marks rose above the excellent woodwork. That just confirmed my theory and to be utterly honest, it terrified me.

   "Don't lose your humanity, filia." A gentle breeze carried the faintest tones of someone's encouragement. 

   My sweaty palm landed on the cold doorknob, hesitant to twist it around. Perhaps I missed the elf too much; hallucinations already began to appear and bringing quotes from the dead back to life in order to haunt me. That was what I told myself anyway - yet the scent of freshly cut grass invaded my nostrils as if attempting to deliver a message. Dislodging the growing lump in the back of my throat, I opened the gates that lead to certain doom.

   The stacks of papers seemed to vanish into thin air or any other evidence, for that matter. A majestic study desk revealed someone behind it; Lincoln in his brooding posture who acted like he did not notice my presence. Its delicate workmanship could not endure the test of time but the rough, glaring elements demanded authority and discipline. Splinters abandoned the main body and stuck out like a sore thumb for everyone to see how many years of wear could do to a wooden masterpiece. Overall, it really complimented Lincoln's aura. Out of the corner of my golden eyes, I saw Fennel fast asleep. I was about to break the tension when he spoke out of the blue.

   "What are you doing here?" 

   His solemn features engraved onto the glacial slab - mostly known as a face - was accentuated by the large, round moon shining through the uncurtained windows. It was hard to ignore each and every facial aspect that screamed out the word "Manliness" especially when his blood colored eyes met mine. The ironed perfection of his formal attire made me wonder when would he ever wear something other than black. I guess you should stick around longer to find out... A tempting suggestion popped up in my head. I brushed it away with haste. Those slightly boyish hands propped up the male twin's dark haired head, which only seemed to do nothing but steal my breath away the moment a devilish smile tugged at the corners of his pink lips.

   "Do you find me handsome?"

   Shoot, I thought.

   "Um, yes."

   Wait, I'm not supposed to say that! I screamed inwardly but it was too late to take back my words.

   Genuine laughter bubbled from his chest as soon as I admitted an embarrassing confession but for some unknown reason, I could hardly feel anger rising at all. How could I? My traitorous subconsciousness threw away all bad impressions of Lincoln and only glorified his physical looks along with the strangely enticing attitude that could put other bad boys to shame. He stood up from the leather office chair, caring little about the wheels rolling away. I stood there frozen on the ground as he made his way towards me with a painstakingly slow pace. 

   The distance between us decreased to a mere gap but it was more than enough to labor my half excited breathing. Lincoln's height was not as impressive as Donovan's, due to the fact that the male twin appeared to be around seventeen or even sixteen years old. He certainly did not behave like one, however. Every single action this man took boasted hundred of years' experience and dignified composure. There was no room for childish things. My willpower to rescue the Asian man dwindled when the male twin held my chin with two fingers, forcing me to look up into his crimson orbs.

   "You didn't answer my question, Artemis," he whispered in a curious tone. "I don't like people not answering me."

   "I-I did admit that I find you..." Unable to continue the sentence, I trailed off.

   The cold, hard look he had seemed to soften for the briefest moment. "I don't mean that. I mean the first question."

   I was about to answer him but he decided to engulf me with a frigid kiss.

   Any coherent thoughts I owned was banished in just an instant. His arms enveloped me and closed the minuscule rift as arctic temperatures seeped into my body, a bleak reminder that vampires could not generate heat. Our bodies grinded as he deepened the kiss; which I welcomed with no resistance. My warm flesh seemed to mold onto those stone cold abs like the remaining pieces fitting into an almost completed puzzle. Someone's animalistic moan bounced off the walls when Lincoln took one step further, unlocking another whole new level of physical activities that I never tried. Yet.

   Realization dawned on me that those sounds of pleasure were mine when Lincoln groped my butt. I broke the kiss thanks to insecurity and increased guilt - which only seemed to encourage the male twin. Peeling my eyelids open, I saw a pair of scarlet eyes staring back at me. Lust and desire ran rampant in those blood frozen lakes, veiled by nothing except a thin sheet of icy control. Our heavy breathing and silent gazes sent my heart rate shooting through the rooftop. Truth to be told, I could feel every part of my tingling skin begging for his frost spiked touch. But hesitation lingered - after all, I did not know if we should do anything beyond this.

   "I'm sorry." His voice was so soft; I almost could not hear it. 

   By the time my mind registered what he said, it was already too late.

   A gasp of surprise escaped from my lips the moment he lifted me off the floor and onto his wooden desk. With a quick sweep of his arm, most of the literary objects went flying before crashing into the nearby wall. A tinge of red appeared on my cheeks at the idea of him putting me as the highest priority right now. His trademark tuxedo had creases beginning to form but apparently, he did not notice it.

   "I really don't like people not answering my questions, Artemis," he said while maintaining a steady eye contact with me. "This is your punishment."

   Offended, I opened my mouth to retort - only to meet a man's lips again. Protests formed at the back of my throat and eventually became intense moans. Where's your willpower? An inner voice asked although it knew I could not help myself. My hands somehow had their own thinking and did something unspeakable. Fingers running through Lincoln's thick waves of coffee colored hair, I chow down the male twin's bottom lip in an aggressive way. That's what you get for messing with my heart! I exclaimed inwardly, basking under the light of recent victory.

   Lincoln raised an eyebrow as a response. Horror plus anticipation washed over me when his scarlet eyes twinkled in newfound hunger. "I'll teach you some manners, Artemis. Starting with your inappropriate clothes."

   His razor sharp teeth pierced my lower lip as a revenge for what I did to him seconds ago. Blood sprung forth before filling our mouths with its strong, tantalizing taste. His tongue invaded my personal space and licked the wound to seal it shut. Slipping in between my weakened legs, he used a hand to glide across my naked thighs then allowed it to stray further above. Breath caught in my throat, I sat on the desk helplessly lost in his scarlet pools as he did scandalous actions to my body.

   "S-stop..." I managed to say in a feeble tone after gathering the remnants of my scattered determination.

   A smirk played on Lincoln's lips while he replied,"Your body says otherwise, Artemis."

   As if on cue, his fingers wrapped themselves around the laced edges of my panties. My cheeks reddened more but the strength or wish to push him away seemed like nothing but a distant dream now. Somewhere in the deepest crevices of my heart, I knew all too well what this would bring us to. A gentle yet persistent tug at my underwear brought me back to reality.

   "Why are you in my room with nothing but a shirt on?" he questioned again, never giving up. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

   That question reminded me the real purpose of entering his domain.To steal your thing, I answered mentally. His manhood nudged against my soft fleshy mound when he inched nearer to me, spreading my legs during the process. He seemed far too invested in this lustful moment; even when I started to search around the table with a hand behind me. Do it for Don! A voice without any emotional restraints shouted in my head. Sadly, several seconds of hunting down for a phone provided no results. Before he could begin to suspect anything, I plastered a rather coy smile on my face.

   "I wanted to see you." It was a white lie, hell, it even contained a half truth. That showed how generous I am to this man.

   "You're mine, Artemis," he breathed out then claimed my lips once more.

   My arms snaked around his body - not fueled by lust, this time - and continued the search. The folds of his clothes revealed a slim yet muscled frame that boasted inhuman abilities instead of any technology gadgets. I would not deny it; I was still very much enchanted by him but the Asian man stayed in my guilt ridden conscious. Although I should say that I was forced or even disgusted to use my trump card, I did not find a sound reason to deny the obvious truth. Of course, you want to do it too, An inner voice stated in my mind.

   A small moan of sheer pleasure left the male twin's mouth when I wrapped my legs around him. Needless to say, his more than sufficient shape rubbed on my unmentionables thus bringing heightened levels of forbidden emotions within me. Focus, Artemis, focus! I commanded inwardly while pushing him closer to me with the help of my legs. Using this chance to strike, I moved up and down to get a better feel about his pocket's contents. Are you sure it's just for the phone? The bothersome, bodiless entity said.

   Just before I could succumb to the growing warmth in my lower regions, I found a bulge in his pants. Are you sure that's the bulge you're looking for? That same old voice piped in even when it was unwelcomed. My cheeks turned as red as a ripe tomato the instant an image of some other possible bulge flashed in my mind. 

   "You're blushing," Lincoln slurred, drunk in the moment. "I'm honored."

   Allowing my attention to return to this man, I caressed his cheek and gave a sincere kiss on the bridge of his nose. No matter what he did to other people, his attraction towards me could not be denied. Not anymore. But why would you like me? I wondered although I knew I could never voice it aloud. The word "Shock" was written all over his handsome features, taking over the lustful look he had.

   I apologized mentally for what I would do next.

   "I really like you, Lincoln," I said, watching his eyes widen to the size of saucers. "Do you feel the same about me?"

   Now! The disembodied voice encouraged as I pulled the sleek black phone out of his back pocket. Struggling to obscure it under my thin layer of cotton T-shirt, I flashed the sweetest smile I could conjure at the moment and prayed that he would not notice its absence. The male twin took a step back - much to my relief or disappointment - then cast his gaze elsewhere. A somber look settled onto his chiseled face now but there was not a hint of regret. 

   "I..." he stopped halfway through, unable to complete his sentence.

   Stuffing the flat gadget into my panties with just one swift move, I pushed him to confess. "Yes?"

   "I like you too, Artemis..." His voice went a few notch lower as if the four walls surrounding us grew ears. 

   "But?" I said, adjusting the object between my butt cheeks.

   He took a longer time to reply this time. "But Liliane needs me."

   Dismay and ruined expectations came crashing down on me. I should have been beyond grateful for the fact that he did not realize his phone went missing yet this feeling I experienced told me a different story. Unable to feel any sort of positive vibes, I slumped in defeat and could only manage to murmur several words.

   "Yes, of course... Silly me."

   Silence ensued, destroying any romantic leftovers that might have stayed. My lips trembled, a sign of incoming tears, but I refused to give in. Lincoln released a sigh before connecting our foreheads. His scarlet eyes had a darker hue as the next words rolled off his tongue.

   "I promise I'll make you mine someday."

   I searched his face for any signs of dishonesty and found none. He just bared his true emotions to me after all this time. Tears brimming, I gave one shaky nod then got off the wooden desk. A rather loud creak came from the ancient masterpiece the instant my weight disappeared but I was too depressed to take it as an insult.

   Lincoln moved aside for me to walk away and I could feel his eyes boring holes into my back even when the door separated us. Stay strong, I willed myself the moment my legs threatened to buckle under the immense emotional pressure. Don't let him hear you cry! Chanting the mantra that consisted of nothing but "I'm okay", I somehow successfully returned to my bedroom without a single tear falling down.

   Producing the prized item out of my underwear, a small sad smile tugged at my lips.

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A/N

This is literally my first time writing a chapter which has nothing but emotional scenes. It's very difficult for me and I'm extremely worried that it might bore you B. Immortals. I really hope that's not the case! Comment on what you think of this first intense scene!

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 This chapter either floats your ship or sink it - which ship are you on? *wink* As a gift, this is a gif of Lincoln and Liliane's relationship.

Ciao,

~Jenny