The Rogue's Mate

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Ana was sat on the window sofa facing the front part of the street above her shop. She wore pyjama shorts, a spaghetti strap top with no bra. She had one of the large, hand-knitted blankets draped over her pale, smooth legs. Her long dark brown hair hung down her back squished between the wall and her back, some of it draped over her shoulders. She had her phone resting on the lip of the window sill next to her and she held a clear, white Starbucks copy cup with a protruding straw. Inside of the cup was dark red, crimson liquid. Blood. 

Ana raised the straw to her lips and took a few sips of it, enjoying how it seemed to ease the burn of her throat. It wasn't fresh so it didn't work as well as it should but she didn't have the time to hunt right now, besides she only usually did so a night. It was easier to find potential targets. She was starring at her cup when she felt eyes on her. Glancing to the right out the window, her Emerald irises landed on those beautiful Amber ones.

Ana felt her lower abdomen tighten at the sight of Riot standing on the street outside her shop, staring up at her. She couldn't even give him an awkward smile she was so mortified. She looked away and let out a soft sigh. She had never let anothers opinion of her affect how she felt about herself but Raphael made her feel no more than the bloodsucking vampire she saved riot from. A w***e. Raphael mad here feel inadequate.

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Riot stepped out of the cab and looked up at the young woman in the window. Aiyana. She was stunning, Truly an angel. When she looked down at him, he saw the hurt in her eyes. When she looked away, it hurt him even more. He sighed softly and stepped forward heading for the shop door and stepping inside. He walked to the back and up the stairs to her flat. Upon reaching the door he was greeted by a bear-like dog. He pressed his lips into a line and ran his hands through the dog's fur. It had been so long since he shifted. That would be the next thing he did. He was glad she already had a canine looking out for her. He stepped past the dog after rubbing his ear and approached the female who was finally looking her age.

Riot shrugged out of his blazer leaving him in his tie, vest and shirt, slacks and shoe's. He walked over to Ana and crouched down beside her, taking one of her hands in his own, he placed his other hand on top, encasing it. "Miss Ana, I see you no different than the woman who saved my life. A pretty badass bounty hunter if you ask me," he said as he looked up at her solemn face. The words 'w***e' and 'Slut' passed through his mind, Essence of her own thoughts. It angered him that she thought of herself that way. "Look at me," he said in a soft, gentle voice. When she didn't he said it again, more authoritative. "Look at me, Ana." 

When she did he felt the same blown away expression he did the first time he saw her. He squeezed her hand gently and gave her a small, reassuring smile. "I see you, No different," he said once more. "I think your a beautiful, independent, smart woman...And I owe you a great deal," he said. When she gave him a small, shy smile he knew he was slipping past the cracks of her walls and she was letting him in, even if it was a little bit. He looked to the drink she was holding and knew exactly what it was. He stood and took it gently from her clasp, held it under his nose and took a few whiffs. It wasn't fresh, he was half glad.

He walked to the kitchen, emptied it down the drain, Cut his wrist and held it over the cup. When he looked up at her she had swung her legs over and was sat on the edge of the chair, watching him with a concerned expression. "Raphael said you needed fresh, yes? This is the second-best choice." He said filling the cup. Once it was all the way to the top, He lifted his wrist, licking it closed and pushed the top back on the cup walking back over to her. "Here." He murmured softly, taking a seat beside her.