sound the trumpets, strumpets. ELYSSIA.MIK.

[mikayle bletchley.]

mikayle draven bletchley.

strolling through the park | around midnight

well, her heart raced as he walked through the door
and took an empty seat next to her at the bar.
"my brand new car is parked right outside. how'd ya like to go for a ride?"
and she said. "wait a minute i have to think."
he said, "that's fine. may I please buy you a drink?"

mik was tipsy, to say the least.

his swagger was somewhat affected by his blood alcohol level, but he managed to put one foot in front of the other and retain a few shreds of his dignity. a bottle of rum hung limply in his left hand, and his silk shirt was unbuttoned slightly. somehow, he had become separated from alexander, and had left the bar without a lady. if he wasn't so tossed, he might be a tad embarrassed. but instead he threw back the bottle and emptied its contents before ditching it in a bush along the path he took, smiling as he heard the sound of glass shattering against stone.

all he needed was a pretty little thing to spice up his night. you know, something simple, one that wouldn't put up a fight. preferably as far gone as he, and maybe even without a brother bent on defending her honor. after scanning the seemingly deserted park, however, mik rather thought he was out of luck. maybe he'd stop by delta zeta and pick up a willing freshman. really, mik loved being out of hogwarts; it eliminated the temptation of jail bait.

the pole was always an option. it wasn't a whore house perse, though not many of the dancers would turn you down if you offered the right price. he'd heard one of the girls from sigma omega had begun her career there, and he was quite tempted to test the new goods. you know, before she was too terribly tainted? stopping in his tracks, mik flipped around and set off in the opposite direction, toward the lights of arindale valley.

[elyssia monroe.]

elyssia ivy monroe.

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moonlit stroll always helps the restless

damn regret. we'll try to forget.
don't worry about me cause i'm refined.
i'll kiss you on your neck
people will stare but we won't care.

insomnia sucks. elyssia had always been one to have trouble sleeping. never had she been able to just lay down in her bed, close her eyes and drift off. no, it took hours for her to finally be able to drift off and sleep. Usually, she ended up writing in her note book, or sketching. Sometimes, depending on the nights, she would end up on a moonlit walk around the valley. Things like that would always put her mind at ease. Then, she'd be able to go home and relax, and soon enough, she'd fall asleep and be able to sleep for a good few hours before she had to go and start the new day.

Tonight, she chose the third. She had spent the last few hours of her time gazing out of the window, her hand pressed against it. Despite how cold it was out there, it seemed like a perfect night. The moon was shining bright, the stars were out, there were no clouds. It was gorgeous. Surly after a quick stroll, she would be able to fall asleep easily. So around midnight, she pulled on her boots, and coat over her jeans and long-sleeved shirt and headed out. Once off the grounds, she apparated to Arindale Valley. As she made her way along the streets of the little town, her eyes watched as the shops closed and the lights around her began to flicker off and then on again, signaling everyone turning in for the night. If only she could do the same.

By twelve thirty, Elyssia had reached St. Augustine park. During the day, it was usually quite empty, but by now, it simply looked like a ghost town. There was positively no one around. The large grassy field looked almost like a large black pit and she was almost scared to move forth. The trees themselves had lost all their leaves by this time of the year, making them look so skeletal and strange. It looked damn right creepy. But all in all.. it was still the same park she knew. At least she was alone....

CRASH.

Eyes widening, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and froze in her spot. The sound of glass crashing against the pavement was not something she wanted to hear when you were an 18 year old girl on your own. However, being the foolish girl she was, she didn't run, she simply stayed in her place and looked towards where the sound came from, and soon enough, she noticed a figure coming her way. It was a tall man, about six foot.. with dark hair. He appeared to be drunk, considering the way he walked. Still, she couldn't move. As he got closer, she began to recognize him as Mikayle Bletchley. she only knew of him because she happened to be screwing his younger brother, Owen, and naturally he didn't take it so well.

Now, instead of feeling uncomfortable, she was simply smug. How fun, a drunk to deal with. Perhaps she could even toy with him slightly...

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[mikayle bletchley.]

a smirk played on mik's down-turned face as he swaggered to the pole. he had been completely immersed in fantasizing about a poor little sorority girl used to slake his need...that is until he noticed another poor little (sorority if he was lucky) girl, seemingly alone and no match for either his charm or strength. with renewed sense of determination, he slowly inched over on the path until they were headed straight for each other. he continued her way until they were directly in front of her, and crossed his arms across his chest.

and his face lost color.

why? why on earth out of anyone at uni did it have to be elyssia monroe? the infuriating little wench was currently sleeping with his brother, and it wasn't that he doubted that she wouldn't reject him, but he rather doubted that he'd continue if she did.

and that scared the living shit out of him.

mikayle draven bletchley did not know mercy. he didn't feel compassion, and he never thought about others. god forbid they stand in the way of what he wanted. for the first time ever, he was considering what some infinitesimal little girl wanted. he knew he would have mercy on her delicate form, and even be compassionate of her pleas. he was thinking about her, and had been thinking about her for a long while. he thought about how his insides would rot if she married into the family. about how much he may have to pay for her to abort a child and keep her mouth shut. he was thinking about how he wanted to pummel owen in the face every time he laid a hand on her. about how he knew that his little brother could nowhere compare to him in any aspect of what she wanted. about how he'd rather die than see her and owen happily attending a family gala with two little brats in tow.

and he was getting quite sick of thinking about her.

his outsides stiffened and he drew up to his full imposing height of six-foot-two. "miss elyssia, what the bloody hell are you doing out alone at this hour?"

[elyssia monroe.]

elyssia ivy monroe.

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moonlit stroll always helps the restless

damn regret. we'll try to forget.
don't worry about me cause i'm refined.
i'll kiss you on your neck
people will stare but we won't care.

midnight walking had never caused her trouble before. she had always been able to avoid it. always been something to calm her, rather than to get her in trouble.. or even cause her to be more awake than she already was. but now? hell she could hardly blink. watching that fool stumble closer and closer to her. he was making a fool out of himself. drunk off his rocker and completely shit-faced. she was rather enjoying this. strange. she had always hated his company. he was one to always make her feel so unwanted. no other male had ever made her feel that way. that was slightly scary. not that she was afraid. elyssia was never afraid. that certainly wasn't going to change for this bastard.

smirking, she crossed her arms and leaned on one leg, her hip swaying to the side. she shook her head as he spoke, eyes raised and teeth biting into the back of her lip. "what the bloody hell am i doing out here? darling," she said sweetly, "i could ask you the same question. just wandering the streets at night, shit faced and looking like a fool? it really doesn't suit that lovely face of yours." her eyes watched as he brought himself to his full height, and she took notice of how much taller than her he really was. naturally, at her standing at the height of five two, most people were taller than her, but a whole foot was nearly intimidating. there was that word again. nearly.

why couldn't it have possibly been the other bletchley brother she could have ran into? that way she'd be fucking right now rather than staring rather very unamused at him. the other one who makes her stomach churn and her gag reflexes tickle. he made her sick. yet for some reason, she couldn't walk away.

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[mikayle bletchley.]

something about seeing ellie sobered him. oh, he was still drunk...but somehow he was able to organize his thoughts. sort of. first thought; he needed some ass, and she was tolerably attractive. second thought; she became even more tolerably attractive every time she directed her sarcastic and accusing tone at him. she was headstrong, like he. he admired that in her.

what the fuck are you thinking mikayle?

the eldest bletchley shook his head in irritation at himself. in his inebriated state, he could only think of how their height difference wouldn't be so extreme when she was on her back. but for some reason he couldn't put his finger on...he didn't want her right now.

maybe that wasn't the right way of phrasing it. he most certainly wanted her. he wanted her a good portion of the time; a fact he consistently pushed to the back of his mind. but he didn't want her like this. not while he was drunk. not while he couldn't savor it. and not when he wasn't sure she wanted it. if she protested his advances, he may very well self destruct. best not to take a chance.

mik brought a hand to his face and rubbed his eyes. "you shouldn't be out right now, ellie," had he just used his nickname for her aloud? before this point, he'd only ever referred to her as such in his head. he tried to treat it with no matter. "it isn't safe. you might meet someone dangerous out here. why don't you just get back to school?"

[elyssia monroe.]

elyssia ivy monroe.

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moonlit stroll always helps the restless

damn regret. we'll try to forget.
don't worry about me cause i'm refined.
i'll kiss you on your neck
people will stare but we won't care.

this was all nothing short of a joke. this so called man was a joke. he had nothing to offer so why was she still standing here? again, she scanned him up and down. he was fairly attractive. nice bone structure. pretty eyes.. tall, well formed. even still she wasn't completely drawn to him as she was to owen, however, either way, he was still a man.. one of whom she'd fuck if he had a better attitude towards her. she rather disliked the fact that he was so rude to her. she never did anything to him. besides, it wasn't as if she was a slut of any sort.. to him. what was she worth to him?

she stood there and continued to watch him, starring, wondering what the bloody hell he was thinking. what he was even trying to fathom in that clouded head of his. he couldn't possibly come up with enough words to bitch her out tonight. not by the way he was standing. no. he wasn't that smart. she shifted her weight to her other hip, as her leg was getting tired from standing there. perhaps this was the right path. maybe she could get some sleep tonight.

when he spoke, she rose a brow, then laughed out loud. "ellie?" she echoed after him, her voice choking due to shock. "did i honestly hear you nick name me? oh how cute." for several moments, she laughed, honestly not knowing what to think. the eldest bletchley who supposedly held a great hate for her had just given her a pet name. how amusing. she thought only people who held interest in others gave each other pet names. she could only smirk. perhaps he only hated her because he was jealous of his little brother. getting to bang her every time he pleased. this could make things interesting.

"isn't safe? darling, i can very well fight my own. i'm flattered that you care, but i'll take my chances." she said with a smirk, walking a bit closer to him. oh merlin, she could smell the stench of alcohol all over him. it didn't bother her one bit. no, she simply wanted in. "but if you're really worried.. we could stick together. i'll take care of your drunken ass and you can take care of my... womanly behind." she took a few more advances, a small smirk on her face.

what fun this would be.

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[mikayle bletchley.]

ah, the voice, the voice. it was the voice women used, that they sometimes knew they were using, and sometimes used on instinct. it was that suggestive, alluring tone with words wrought of hidden meanings. merlin, mik remembered when he first heard it out of his sisters mouth when she was in the first year. he nearly pummeled the innocent mate she was chatting with into a bloody pulp. it took anna the rest of the term to forgive her elder brother. but mik himself had always been able to resist it. but then, he'd never heard it from ellie's lips.

as she moved toward him, mik felt himself gravitating toward her. he closed the distance between them, and wrapped an arm around her slender waist. "you don't want to tempt me, ellie," he warned, pausing a moment before using his nickname for her again. he breathed in the scent of her; absent was the girly aroma that emulated from girls like his sister and hollie montague. she smelled like...well, exactly as he'd expected her to smell; perfect.

you're getting in over your head, mikayle. you won't be able to stop soon. and he knew he was right. as much as mik would probably hate himself if he caused this infinitesimal blood traitor a moment's pain. "you should go," he advised, though he did not release her.

[elyssia monroe.]

elyssia ivy monroe.

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moonlit stroll always helps the restless

damn regret. we'll try to forget.
don't worry about me cause i'm refined.
i'll kiss you on your neck
people will stare but we won't care.

unexpected to say the least. he wrapped his arm around her waist, but the smirk didn't wipe off her face more more than a fraction of a second. she simply looked at him with a look of pure innocence as she brought her face dangerously close to his, her nose brushing against his. "tempt you? darling is that what you think i'm doing?" she breathed, bringing her hand up to his face to stroke it gently. oh this was going to go over horribly. she was going to tease him until he couldn't take it anymore.. but she wasn't going to give him a thing.

"i could never..." she let her hand trail along his face as she spoke, running along his jaw. "that would be simply..." then, she brought her lips mere millimeters away from his, but before either of them had a chance to do anything, she slipped her index finger in between them and kissed it instead. "..cruel." she finished off with a wild smirk. elyssia was enjoying every second of this. his secret was out and she was basking in it's glory. he wanted her.. possibly more than owen did.

he spoke again, though his words never matched his actions. he didn't let go. "i should.. but you don't want me to." she said softly, relaxing into his grip. "we both know it mr. bletchley. you want me right here.. right now, and it could very well happen and no one else would ever have to know. i wouldn't tell anyone." an evil smirk on her face, she leaned in and trailed her fingers up and down his neck, then she did the same with her nose. "do you really want me to leave mr. bletchley? hmm?""

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[mikayle bletchley.]

this was ridiculous.

mik had never felt so incredibly stiff on the inside, but so marvelously alive on the outside. he finally understood why his brother could not resist the little tart. he could do nothing but listen to her taunt him, and try to plan his next move; he simply had to have her. she touched him and his skin jumped beneath her touch. her finger on his lips tasted like the sweetest poison, and her voice, her voice! it drove him utterly mad.

"we both know it mr. bletchley. you want me right here.. right now, and it could very well happen and no one else would ever have to know. i wouldn't tell anyone. do you really want me to leave mr. bletchley? hmm?"

enough.

mik caught elyssia's hands behind her back. if he was going to speak, she could not be touching him. however, he still held her slender frame against the length of him. he inhaled and exhaled slowly before gazing down at her, attempting to replace the desire in his eyes with charm. "i'm sorry, my little jewel, but you seem to have misunderstood me," he informed her, taking in every inch of her face, and letting his stare graze her neck and travel ever lower to the swell of her breasts. "i would never take you here, in such a trashy atmosphere. i'm not like owen, i hope you'll understand." his eyes bore into hers as he said this. "i would take you to montague inn, where i'd rent the largest suite available. carry you up the stairs to the top floor, and lay you on the king bed waiting for us. peel off every stitch of your clothing, and savor the sight before making sure every one of your needs were taken care of before seeking my own pleasure."

mik released her and stepped away. "but it is nice to know you wouldn't spread the word. it would damage the reputation."

[elyssia monroe.]

elyssia ivy monroe.

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moonlit stroll always helps the restless

damn regret. we'll try to forget.
don't worry about me cause i'm refined.
i'll kiss you on your neck
people will stare but we won't care.

in the back of elyssia's mind, she knew she shouldn't be here. she was in love with someone else, and that person happened to be this man's younger brother. but there was just something so compelling about mikayle. something that made her unable to turn and walk away. something alluring about his dark features and tall frame. she couldn't turn back as much as she wanted to. truth be told, she was lying to herself. as much as she loved owen, she wanted mik badly, here and now. she wanted to strip him of those clothes, item by item, kissing every part of skin she could reach. he was gorgeous. the way he spoke to her, that tone in his voice was driving her mad.. but she could take it. it was part of what made her drawn to him. what made her tick. smirking, she nibbled on her bottom lip.

when he caught her hands behind her back, she felt every sense of her being turned on. her body was being pressed hard up against him. she wanted her hands to roam, but she could hardly move considering the amount of strength he was using. "misunderstood you?" she breathed gently, her voice sounding as innocent as ever. at the mention of owen, she bit down on her lip again, reminding herself she shouldn't be here. that she'd regret this. he'd not dare touch her if he found out. she looked up as he spoke again, taking in every word he said, which in turn made her heart speed up. no one had ever taken care of her like that. she wanted it. she wanted to see what it would be like.

at being released, ellie stumbled back slightly and for a moment, she simply gazed at him. it was if she didn't know what to say. all that could come into her mind was what he had said and the thoughts that owen would never once take her again. could she really stand that? she didn't know what to do. she had never felt so torn, but in this moment, she wanted nothing more than to be with mikayle. so, without a second thought, she placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped closer to him again. "then take me..." she said. "there's nothing stopping you." with that, she brought herself so her body was pressed up hard against his and she crashed her lips to his. merlin, he was sweeter tasting then she possibly could have imagined. she wanted more than this.

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[mikayle bletchley.]

mikayle stuck his hands in his pockets and chuckled hollowly. it had taken nearly nothing to have her wanting him. not that he thought it would take much in the first place. call him cocky, but he had never really had a problem obtaining women. however, the knowledge that his brother's girl could want him with such intensity made him smile. oh, and there was also the fact that he loved her deeply.

and then he was kissing her. well, she was kissing him. the forbidden fruit she had teased him with earlier was now being offered to him rather violently. little girl, there was so much he had to teach her. mik placed his hands on her cheeks and pried her lips away from his, much as it was the last thing he wanted to do. his gaze held hers for a few long moment before pressing his mouth lightly against hers, tracing his tongue along her lower lip and catching it between his teeth. she tasted like nothing he'd ever experienced before, and had to force himself not to ravish her where she stood. no, his first time with elyssia monroe would not be here. and it would not be tonight.

"ellie," he murmured against her lips, imagining how many times his brother had said her name. but not ellie. ellie was his. she was his. or, she would be, if he had anything to say about it.

[elyssia monroe.]

elyssia ivy monroe.

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moonlit stroll always helps the restless

damn regret. we'll try to forget.
don't worry about me cause i'm refined.
i'll kiss you on your neck
people will stare but we won't care.

this was all just a game wasn't it? the way she was looking at mikayle and the way he was gazing back at her. there was no real emotion behind it. this was just like every other thing she had gone through with a man. the sexual tension. nothing more. he smiled. oh that adorable smile. she nibbled on her bottom lip and watched him, wanting to step closer and kiss his lips. but she held back. she loved owen. but if that was true, why was it so damn hard to not want to kiss his brother? to move in and close that gap between their lips. to touch his naked skin on hers. but in the back of her mind, she wanted to remain faithful to owen. still, mik had something about him that her dear owen didn't have. she couldn't put her finger on it though. it made him irresistible. she couldn't help it anymore.

when she felt his hands on her face and her lips being pried from his, she immediately pulled back and frowned slightly. her head was beating a mile a minute, knowing that she had made a huge mistake. she wasn't supposed to be here. when he told her to go, she should have gone, but yet, she was still here... waiting, no expecting him to kiss her. and he did. her arms came to gently wrap around his neck as her eyes fluttered shut. she had to force herself to stay quiet as he caught her lip between his teeth, and when he pulled back, she leaned in once more and placed one last gentle kiss on his lips before allowing him to escape. damn it. why was this so hard? she was engaged and here she was fooling about with her fiancé's brother. this wasn't how things were supposed to be. she felt as if she was ripping her own heart out and tearing it in two. she wanted both owen and mik, but she knew that that would never happen. it was hurting her.

her eyes closed once again as she felt his hot breath against her lips and heard that sweet nickname come from his. elyssia's hands came to tangle in his hair and she placed a soft kiss on his lips before speaking. "yes?" she whispered back, her nose nuzzling his ever so gently. merlin, she was growing to love that nickname every second longer as she stood there with him. slowly, she ran her fingers down his chest, over every line. once again, she brought her lips to his.

how could something so wrong, feel so right?

[mikayle bletchley.]

mikayle did something very out of character, and pulled away from his impending conquest. her face was still in his hands and he couldn't help but notice the desire in her eyes didn't reflect the desire in his. his had a basis in true, deep feeling; a feeling hers seemed to lack. mik pressed his eyes tight shut, and turned his face slightly away from her. questions were burning in his throat, clawing at him to escape, and he was dying to let them free. his thumb idly stroked her smooth cheekbone, and breathed a heavy sigh.

his inner torment was great as he struggled to maintain control of his burning need to feel, her touch her, kiss her everywhere and make her his. but he wanted her to want him. he needed her to need him. anything less would be more disappointing than the proud slytherin could bear. in fact...well it just wouldn't even be worth his time.

his eyes locked on hers again, black with aching need for the beautiful witch before him. she was fully clothed in a jacket covering her long sleeved shirt, and jeans that left much to the imagination. but she was still the most gorgeous sight he had ever beheld. "tell me what you want, ellie," he nearly begged her. "if it isn't me, then i will never bother you again. i'll hand-deliver you back to owen and i'll stay out of your way, so you'll never have to wake up at night in a sweat, imagining all the things i could do to you, the wicked things i could make you say."

his eyes searched hers for something deeper, something more, "just say the word."

[elyssia monroe.]

elyssia ivy monroe.

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moonlit stroll always helps the restless

damn regret. we'll try to forget.
don't worry about me cause i'm refined.
i'll kiss you on your neck
people will stare but we won't care.

he kept pulling away. but why? isn't she what he wanted? he sure as hell made it seem that way. like he wanted her with every fiber in his being. but if that was true, then why wasn't he giving in yet? could he feel her reluctance? did he really care? merlin she wasn't expecting this. this wasn't how it was supposed to go. this was just supposed to be a stupid little fling. something that she could hit and run, but had she missed something? did mikayle honestly have true feelings for her? she had to get out and she needed to get out now, before it was too late and she was in over her head. all she was looking for was fun, and if she stay any longer, it would turn into something more and she had a feeling they both knew that. she wanted to push him away even further and step back, but her hands didn't leave from around his neck and she didn't look away from him. she was locked. trapped.

when he spoke, she was expecting him to tell her to leave again, so she had put her guard up, ready to defend herself and tell him she could very well stay if she wanted. but instead, his words made her heart stop and her jaw dropped. as his eyes looked deep into hers, she didn't know what to feel for once. everything just became immensely confusing. what the bloody hell was going on here? in his eyes, she could see everything he was feeling and for moments, she felt as if she couldn't breathe. she couldn't do this. she couldn't. this wasn't fair. how could he do this to her!? silently, her hand trailed along his cheek before she dropped her arms from around him.

"i... i- don't get it." she said, shaking her head, one of her hands coming to pinch the bridge of her nose. "why do you suddenly care? you constantly act like you hate me and then when we're alone you..." but her voice trailed off as she shook her head, trying to get rid of her headache.

"answer me, and then i'll tell you." she fell silent once again as she raised her eyes to look up at him. though surprisingly, her gray eyes were filled with warm tears. "why do you care what i want?" mostly, she was about to cry because she felt as if she was being ripped in two, but on the other hand, she was crying because no one ever before had ever stopped to care what she wanted. no one had ever asked her. it was a strange feeling and she didn't know how to react. however, at the moment she was feeling amazingly drawn to him. owen's gorgeous face was being pushed to the back of her mind and her fingers fell from the bridge of her nose and came to brush gently against the side of his cheek, her eyes still connected to his. "just tell me."[/blockquote]

[mikayle bletchley.]

"i always care what you want," mik replied, far more tenderly than he thought he would, closing his eyes as her fingers brushed his skin. he couldn't believe the words spilling from his lips. he had always been so horrid to her. so immature in the way he used cruelty to mask his feelings. "i care for you like i've never cared for anyone before," he said earnestly, still stroking her cheekbone with his thumb, and moving his fingers to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. perhaps it was the alcohol making him spill the truth to her, but he felt oddly...happy about it. gone was the paralyzing guilt he usually suffered from after one of their arguments, and in its place a desire to see her smile.

so sorry so short, but i have to go.