just one night couldn't be so wrong

Deathbelle was ashamed of herself, of her actions. Not only because of the pain and grief her actions caused between the two of them but also Zee, who was an innocent to be hurt in their back and forth game. Of their eternal war between desire and loyalty. What was she going to do? Every body she held tightly to her was just a poor substitute to who she had always wanted her whole life. Sirius was like her other half, she wasn’t complete without him but to be with him was to betray.

She was so distraught she chuckled as the fiery man spoke so eloquently. The thought of his fangs clashing with Sirius made her feel fear for the concerned gentleman. He didn’t lose her lavender gaze though, he was serious and focused on whatever task she bid him do. To rip asunder the man who unwillingly held her heart.

”I’ve always wanted what I can not have.” she whispered to him cryptically. Her skin shivered lightly in the cold spring morning. ”This is no problem solved with revenge. It is a battle with my own weakness.” Her voice soft, longing as she tried to rip herself away from thoughts of Sirius and what she’d done. What she could have done.