Lamech

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I had done my best throughout those minutes with her to keep my distance, to keep myself from breaking my resolve and pull her into my arms and make her mine. Not looking at her had felt like the best way to go about it. It stopped me from being too tempted to pull her towards me. The moment she had pointed it out though, my resolve had wavered.

I had heard her sadness. Imagined all of the reasons that she could be making up in her head for my actions. Hating it.

"What are you doing?" she yelled as I had her pinned against the wall. Her movements to get away, made her body rub against mine, increasing my desire to rip off all of our clothes and fuck her until she knew nothing but me.

"Wasn't this what you wanted?" I murmured to her as I got closer. I looked straight into her eyes. Those eyes. They sucked me in. The blackness made me get lost. At that moment they seemed to contain equal amount of apprehension and anticipation. I wanted nothing more than to give in to the anticipation.

With my legs, I made her spread hers enough so one of mine fitted in-between. I moved my lower body ever so slightly, but enough so that it rubbed against her. Her eyes widen slightly at first, but then relaxed into it.

"Or did you have something else in mind?" I asked and removed my hold on her hands, let my fingers instead travel down the side of her body, to the hem of her dress. I pulled it up slightly to feel her skin.

"It's... It's just rude to not look at someone when talking to them," she said in a somewhat breathless voice as her arms fell down and went around my neck.

"Is that so?" I mused and then leaned in to her neck. I wanted to bite her again, taste her blood and hear her moans. But I stopped myself and just let myself revel in her scent. Though I knew she was strong, though she had survived me draining her of blood two times already, I knew I couldn't make it into a habit. Strong or not, she also had to have her limits.

"Yes," she answered and let out a sigh as I kissed her neck.

"So do you want this to stop?"

"I..." Her voice trembled and she swallowed audibly. "No." 

"No what?" 

"I don't want this to stop." 

I smirked and kissed my way up her neck to just under her ear, then over her jaw bone and finally landing on her lips. Her hands went to my hair, pulling at the strands, but pushing my head. Our lips molded into each other, our tongues played. Her kisses tasted just like her blood, just like her scent; whiskey, grapes, and dark chocolate. A perfect mix of smokey, sweet, and bitter.

She bit down on my lip, an action that both egged me on, but also made me come back to reality. It wasn't right. I shouldn't be doing what I was doing.

I pulled back, which was surprisingly hard. Not only because I didn't want to but also because her grip on me was much stronger than I anticipated. As I saw her eyes again, it was almost as if I could see the red of fire in them.

I kissed her cheek lightly, and then before anything more could happen, before she could say or do something that would risk making me stay, I pulled away from her and left the room.

When I got back into my office, I sunk down on the couch in there. Her scent was all around me, her taste still in my mouth. I could still feel her body against mine.

I spent some time trying to make the thoughts go away, make my arousal disappear. But I gave up. I prided myself on having excellent self-control. I seldomly let my animal instincts take over completely, not when drinking, fighting, or when having sex. I had spent the last 450 years perfecting it, all to not be like my father. But Crimson tested that self-control anew.

So realizing I couldn't make it calm down to go away, I took care of it with the more hands-on approach. When done and having cleaned up, I went over to my desk to try and see if I could get any more work done.

Closed on the desk was the book I had picked from the shelf. I had only done it to have something to distract myself with and therefore not paid attention to the title. Now though, I saw it and it made me immediately open it to read.

Hybrids.

I hadn't given much thought as to what Crimson actually was. I had been too occupied with worrying and avoiding her. She clearly thought that she was just a witch, but I just knew that couldn't be true.

No mere witch would have been able to survive what I had done to her. Let alone twice.

She obviously had to be one though. Being a witch wasn't something someone was likely to be mistaken about. But just a witch?

That meant that one of her parents had been something other than a witch or human, but she then didn't know about that. I couldn't help but wonder what her family situation was like. The girl Crimson had called she had said was like a daughter and sister to her. Could it mean that the girl was the closest thing she had to a family?

I put those thoughts aside temporarily and focused on the book instead. It contained information about what different magical beings that were known to be able to produce hybrids. The foundation of it was very simple. If the two parents were different magical beings, then in theory the child could be a hybrid of them. In reality though, more often than not the child would end up being either or. It was similarly as to genetics, some magical beings had more dominant genes and other recessive ones. Witches would belong to the dominant category, so any witch-hybrid was rare and theoretically could only happen with another being that was dominant as well.

I looked through the book, mainly focused on reading about the creatures that fitted the few things I knew couldn't be due to her being a witch. Her strength, speed, and survival of things she shouldn't have.

After looking at all the possible creatures twice, I still wasn't any wiser. A shifter-hybrid would explain her speed and strength but not that she had survived, and anyway, she didn't smell like one. Creatures such as dragons, phoenixes, sphinxes, and chimaeras were also a possibility and could all offer an explanation of her survival simply by the fact that they were so powerfully magical that they were hard to kill. But all of them were too magically powerful for her to not be aware of that she partly was one.

The only magical being that I could come up with that she could be partly that fit all the criteria was a vampire. Well, it fit all criteria except for a crucial one. There was no such thing as a vampire hybrid. A vampire could only have children with someone they had mated and marked, meaning that both at that point would be vampires and all magical creatures lost their original magical powers when turning, thus being nothing more or less than a vampire. So that possibility was impossible.

I sighed and put the book away. Leaned back and closed my eyes.

"Who are you, Crimson, and what am I going to do about you?" I mumbled to myself.