` i'm bad to the bone [ammy]

[damien]

damien was bored. he wanted some food. he was thirsty, that's what he was. up in his dorm, he grumbled to himself on how he wanted some fresh blood. he wanted to kill. the only thing he could really kill was some bunnies. he remembered killing some girl the first time he had been turned. his maker had been rather cruel, bringing some muggle homeless girl. he had drained her dry, leaving the body for his maker to clean up. he had been horrified at first, but got used to it. he had to. his father had been quite upset when he had been turned. he had been horrified. damien hated the fact that his father was no proud of him at all. his uncle had scoffed at the idea and grew used to having him around as a vampire. hell, his sister had been the one who was quite happy about it. anyways, he didn't care on how anyone thought anymore. he was a vampire. there was no changing it. people were going to have to deal with him no matter what. damien wandered the halls, feeling bored. his play toys were beginning to bore him and there really wasn't any actual game in this school. there was nobody at the moment that he could really give an actual damn about, seeing that everyone hated vampires. it was a wonderful feeling, really. everyone's negative energy surging towards him. besides, it sucked even more that he couldn't go into the sunlight. he did wish there was some possible way to go into the sun without frying up.

his brows had furrowed for a slight moment, at the thought but relaxed as he saw who was approaching him. he gave a light smirk as he approached her. ambrosia. he lazily intercepted her as he stopped in front of her. walking around her and playing with her hair lightly, he drew close to her. it was all too easy to control her even though she was feisty. he liked that about her. though he hated the fact she didn't really flirt back at all. she was no fun like that. leaning down a little, he gave her a light kiss on the cheek. hey there, babe. miss me? he gave a smirk, combing his fingers through her hair lightly. of course she didn't miss him, but who really cared? he was bored and hungry. right now, he just wanted a distraction and it was a good thing that she was here or he would find some random person and drain him dry.

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[cyreelestrange]

She was working her way slowly back into her usual routine with the return of school and quidditch. In the presence of others she could not reduce herself to wallow and moping, wishing for the days when she could run to Rory in these times. He was no longer apart of her life and she would continue on as if he had never existed. It was exactly what he asked from her, a wish she would see fulfilled, even if it ran her into the ground because of her constant effort. At least it was giving her something to focus on when she felt like all of her concentration had ebbed away with the last waves Rory had washed over her. Damien Masters had also proved to be someone who was causing her to focus her attention on other places besides Rory. School and practices only wasted away so much of her day, then there were the hours she had to rush to fill. Damien was there to take up that space with his cocky ways and unwillingness to budge thought she showed no interest. He pressed and she instantly should have pushed him away. The reason she didn't? Ambrosia could sense that there was more to him then he let on. A part of him which she could take hold of change. And that was how he had become her latest project in the works.

Still, she did not appreciate it when he swaggered up to her in the corridor as if he claimed every right to her. Since the bitter ending with Rory she had taken herself off the shelf, declaring herself as broken merchandise that no one else would be able to salvage. Damien didn't understand the hints and only slid his arm around her waist, lips pressing in an almost sweet nature to her cheek. She savored the feeling, reminded with a pang that Rory had done the very same thing. "I don't miss anything but the silence. Which you have scared off with your obnoxious nature," she curtly said to him, replying in a way which would have been menacing but Damien knew that she meant him no ill intent. After their last run in she had gotten out all her bite, now she only some bark left to deliver to him. "Aren't there other victims that you need to go and torture? Someone else surely would appreciate your company," she said briskly, continuing to walk along, not even bothering to shake off his arm. No matter how much of a bother he had been she was silently thankful for the heckling company he offered her.

[damien]

so, why was damien interested in a blood traitor like this lestrange? well, he was bored, first off. second, blood didn't quite matter to him anymore. he had changed somewhat after he had become a vampire. not that he would tell anyone, but he preferred pretending that he was still the old 'pureblood elitist' he once was. seeing as he couldn't go out into the sun without turning into ash, the vampire decided to have his fun through annoying others. if he wasn't going to have fun, others didn't have the right to have the freedom either. it wasn't fair that he was a vampire and he pretty much hated the fact that he couldn't do a bunch of things, due to his curse. ammy seemed rather interesting, anyways. she was a quiet one and she never seemed interested in anything for long, which interested him in return. so, he decided to bother her and see how far he could take it. besides, who wouldn't want to be with such a handsome guy as himself. damien knew he had the looks, which did help him in a lot of things (girls in bed, for example), but he grew tired of certain girls and their behavior. ambrosia was the kind of girl who like to be off on her own and he knew that the only way to get her to talk or to ever do anything was to push her buttons. she didn't mind his arm around hers, he noticed. nor any of the kisses he gave her that were meant to set her off.

so, why did he continue to do it? why not? he liked kissing girls, so it was pretty much a good excuse to do so, besides, she was hot. might as well kiss her as much as you please whenever you had the chance. anyways, she might kiss back, he figured if he kissed her enough times. he heard her reply to him and merely smirked. c'mon babe. don't lie. he teased her lightly as he kept his arms around her small waist. she was fun to play around with and it wasn't as if she really meant it. she obviously enjoyed his company. she was probably lying through her teeth anyways. ammy then continued on with her snappy like behavior that damien chose to ignore, since he knew she didn't mean a single word. nope. nobody else but you. don't you just feel lucky? he grinned at her, knowing that he would get some sort of witty reply back. he walked along side her, with his arm around her waist as if he owned her. not that he really cared what she thought.

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[cyreelestrange]

Had Damien been anyone else Ambrosia would have threatened him one of the nastiest hexes because of his relentless pursuit. Since Rory she had become intolerant of the unwanted attention that guys, and even some girls, exuded onto her. They were under the presumption that after a breakup Ammy would fall back into her pattern of handing out sexual favors if the request was given politely enough. A few times already she had fired some serious hexes, because no one was allowed to so much as lay a hand onto her. By accident she had aimed a curse at a professor who had tried to catch up with her in a corridor. Ambrosia had been highly embarrassed after the incident, apologizing profusely to the man who had been kind enough not to give her a detention. What the point was that Damien clearly knew he had become a special case to her and he would surely milk that pleasure. Maybe eventually she would even grow intolerant of the Masters boy after too much irritation was caused. A part of Ammy knew that no such thing would ever happen, regardless of where he apparently stood with blood status. Something about Damien sparked intrigue, a trait of Ammy's that she had failed to ever outgrow. Until the end of the year she was sure that she would now be stuck with Damien Masters.

He navigated over every one of her jabs with ease, brushing them off like they were water. It was admirable, the way he refused to be disheartened by every snap remark that she shot back at him. As a reward she figured it would be acceptable to let him keep his arm around her, she even dared to lean into him slightly. "That wasn't a lie. It would be a lie if I told you that I actually cared whether or not you decided to span your attention onto me," she countered, gripping gently at his arm to apply a light amount of pressure. When he got too touchy she would grab at his arm or raise her hand to his face. But she knew that she would never cause him any serious harm. She just couldn't. "So lucky that I believe we need to rejoice at my streak of luck. Throwing you into the Black Lake to offer to the merpeople sounds like an ideal form of celebration," she contemplatively said, crinkling her eyebrows in thought.

[damien]

it was easy for damien to just brush the little jabs and insults away. it wasn't as if words ever hurt him. he could easily dodge the words if he just didn't care about it. besides, the only reason why people got insulted was because they were emotional wrecks that put too much thought into the insults. they were merely words that other people thought of and he honestly didn't care what everyone thought of him. it wasn't as if he was going to change anytime soon since he had all the time in the world now. damien had dated once or twice in the past, but that was merely because he was testing out if he actually cared. of course (he figured), he really didn't care enough for those girls. most of them were angry at him for using them while the others seemed to agree with him that they didn't care. besides, he had wondered about the point in caring anymore. his family didn't seem to care about him, nor did anyone else for that matter. so, why bother trying to care. live life as if it were your last day, he thought. he liked touching ammy since it was just so easy to caress her and she never seemed to flinch away. damien never really paid attention to her, but since she had come into his line of view, he did notice something different about her. so, might as well find out what was going on. what had happened was something pretty human of everyone. she had fallen in love and then the twat had broken up with her.

it was something he had made a mental note never to do. he never wanted to fall in love, nor did he ever want to place himself in the position to become broken. he smirked as she retorted in a rather reasonable answer. sureee. he merely told her with a grin on his face as he continued to linger around her. with his arm around her small waist, he kept it there, ignoring the little pressure that she placed on it. chuckling, he smirked at her before teasingly telling her. i doubt it will be entertaining for you, since you'd miss me too much. damien grinned, his other hand went to her hair, playing with it. twirling some around his fingers, he then asked. so, where are you off to, dear ammy? damien addressed her by a nickname that he had come up with and it would probably push one of her buttons when he called her 'dear', which amused him so.

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[cyreelestrange]

His constant pursuit posed as what sparked the interest that Ambrosia harbored whenever she thought of Damien Masters. Before he had been someone that she completely disregarded. He had made it clear that his alliance laid with anyone who supported dark magic, ultimately coming down to backing the crazed regime of Astor Delacroix. Ambrosia would never let herself openly amiably cross with anyone would poured their belief into man who had a soul filled with nothing but crisp blackness. Rory shattering her heart had left her completely skewed, unsure of what she was doing or where she was headed. After a whole holiday of wallowing over how she lost the only bright marker in her life Ambrosia knew that she needed to progress or she would be forever lost in the crashing waves of sadness. Damien Masters slid into the picture easily, becoming a life preserver for Ambrosia, even if she didn't currently view it that way. A ring of solidarity that she needed to latch onto if she ever had any hopes of some form of recovery. Someone so utterly horrible had transformed into one of the better things about her life. Irony made its way into every situation, it seemed.

Ambrosia knew that his heckling presence actually brought her comfort but it was something she would never voice. Some thoughts needed to be kept secret, even if she was the person who believed opinions needed to be spoken. Taunts would only be made out of her admittance that he had grown onto her, she was sure of it. Truth be told, she was actually being worn down by the things he said to her, affected more than she should have been by them. "I give you fully logical and thought out counters and the only reply you can give me is one word that means you are unsure. How does that work out?" she questioned, her voice teasing, but only slightly. She doubted he would pick up on the hint of the taunt. Absently her fingers threaded through his, a silent form of showing that she had given up on the fight. Ambrosia wanted Damien more than she knew and cared to think about. "Well, Masters, I was off to go and inspect the pitch. I'll be civil and ask: do you care to join me?" Oh how confused Damien must have been, with Ambrosia's total change of heart and decision to use completely civility.

[damien]

damien had only begun to start bothering ammy because he had been quite bored one day. it was only because of her retorts that he continued to pester her. most girls would of swooned at the thought of him talking to them, which he didn't mind at all. he knew he was quite a good looking fellow and due to his vampirism, he knew he was even hotter than before. he had been known to love dark magic and he still did. of course, just because he was interested in the dark forces did not necessarily mean that he believed in what astor had to offer. besides, it wasn't as if he welcomed tainted blood, since he was pretty sure a lot of pureblood families (much like his) hated the fact that people with tainted blood would be allowed to live. it was a stupid thing that many thought about, but it was just all in the family theory. damien had changed his mind after changing into a monster and in all honestly, the boy like pretending as if he was human again. it wasn't his intention to become a vampire, but it had its perks from time to time. otherwise, he hated being a blood sucker. he would of staked himself, but due to the fact that he really did want to live, he decided against it. the vampire had been quite close to killing himself before he thought about his decision again. why kill yourself when you haven't done everything you've ever dreamed of? it wasn't as if anyone could kill him now, minus the whole stake, sun, and beheading.

the seventh year boy wanted as much interesting people around him as possible. he wanted to indulge in the whole thought of living forever. vampires did live forever, didn't they? ammy provided him with amusement and comfort (from time to time) when he touched her and when he listened to her blabber. he had forced himself not to care about the girl, since he was sure that she didn't give a damn about him. so, he merely decided to take the opportunity to amuse himself through spending time with her. mhmm. you've got that right. minus the whole 'unsure' part. i was being polite to respond to you. the vampire simply told her with a smirk, while squeezing her fingers playfully. he had intentionally meant to irk her off somewhat with that simple word and it had worked, somewhat. justifying his actions seemed a little difficult, since he wasn't sure how to explain why he did it. the next statement surprised him somewhat. she was asking him to go with her down to the pitch. he wondered for a moment, glancing out quickly at the window to see that it was quite cloudy, which wasn't so bad. it wasn't as if he was going to turn into ash if it was going to be completely cloudy today. he smirked at her, quickly regaining his composure as he replied smoothly. of course i'd just love to join you. you any good at flying? he then curiously asked, his dark grey blue eyes flickered down to look at her.

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