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[Stacy Cohen]

Stacy couldn't stand sitting around the house all day, while Tristian got to leave. He got to walk around town. She had to ask him to buy anything for her. Even with her own room to pain, her dark room for her photos, she was still bored. She itched to get out of the house. Looked forward to every day when he'd go into the woods with her. And she thought she had a pretty good handle on herself now. She took animal blood without any complaint. It felt good, even started to taste a little better the more accustomed to it she became.

With her belief of being in control, continued the yearning to see her parents. She just wanted to see how they were doing. Anytime she thought about them she got very quiet, often retreating up to her room for the rest of the night. She had several days when Tristy was out of the house that she considered leaving to see them. Just to look. She just wanted to see them. Even if she told Tristy this, she knew he'd never allow it.

Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer. He left the house for one of his outings. She never really asked what he went and did. But she asked him this time to pick up some more paints, and a t-shirt, for her, though she had plenty. She just wanted him to take longer so she could leave the house, see her parents, and return before he got back. She was pretty confident she could do that.

She waited for awhile after her left, just to be sure he was gone, before she slipped out of the house. She ran through the woods, wearing a hoodie and jeans. She had the hood pulled up, her only idea of keeping disguised, besides the sun glasses she also put on. She slowed to a walk once she stepped out onto the streets. She still hadn't mastered slowing down to any human like movements. But there weren't many people around.

It was dark out, a drizzle starting to come down. She crouched in some bushes outside her parents house, staring at the familiar building. It brought back so many memories. The lights were out. They weren't home. She frowned, frustrated by that.

She waited for...she didn't know how long. But she saw her parents car, headlights glaring. They pulled into the carport and eventually stepped from the car. Her ears picked up on their voices...and their heartbeats. The wet sound of their blood pumping through their veins. Oh god. The burning started in her throat. She inhaled deeply without meaning to, drawing in their sweet scent. She needed them. She slipped from the bushes slowly, in a complete hunter's crouch now, stalking her prey.

All thoughts of them being her parents were completely gone from her now. She just wanted to taste them. Take her fill of them. They smelled so good...A low hiss creeps past her lips as she crept closer..closer. They were heading up to the house. She needed to hurry. Vampire speed kicked in as she leapt at her mother's back..both of them turned away from her.

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[Tristian Moore]

Tristian had gone out only to get a few things. Yeah, he left the house almost every day but he was never out long and he always came right back. He enjoyed sitting inside with Stacy and watching movies or just talking. Sometimes he would even watch her paint in her room. He had been gone for only half an hour. A little longer than planned because he ran into someone and they started talking to him. Tristian didn't want to be rude and just take off and ignore the person so he talked with the guy. By time he got home, he placed his books and what not into his study.

Stacy! He called when he noticed that she didn't run up to him like she usually did. Nor did he hear her anywhere in the house. If his heart could have been beating, it would have been racing at that moment. It took him a little while to figure out where she would have gone and then he took off as fast as he could outside. He stopped and looked around a moment, then continued until he came to her parents house and saw her. His eyes went wide and ran quickly, knocking her out of the way. Stacy no! Go back home now! He demanded. He couldn't believe this. She had not listened to him and taken off.

Standing, Tristian held onto her tightly and pulled her off into the woods. He stood there a moment as her parents looked around, wondering what was going on, and then took off back to the house. Closing the door with a slam, Tristian turned and looked at her. What in the world were you thinking!? I told you not to leave the house and you didn't listen. He said and shook his head. Tristian paced back and forth, not able to stand in one place at the moment. You almost killed them! Your parents Stacy. Your still too young, you can't control yourself!! It takes time. When are you going to learn that!

[Stacy Cohen]

She was nearly there, she could just feel her teeth sinking into the woman's warm neck, feel the blood ooze into her mouth. But she was rammed into from the side before she could grasp onto the woman. She'd been so close. A snarl ripped through her throat, still crazed thinking about the blood. She struggled against him a moment, until the wonderful smells left as her parents went into their house, scared off by the snarl, thinking it some wild animals in the woods.

She got still then, trying to regain some sense of herself, but it was difficult. He had to drag her back through the woods, still wanting to stay. Stay and wait for her prey to come out. The further they went into the woods, the more control she gained over herself. The animal part of her slowly dissipated. She stood very still in the middle of the living room, the slam of the door hurting her ears, further bringing her back to herself. And she began to realize what she almost did.

She watched him pace, anger building up as he yelled at her. Her emotions were hard to control as well. It was like she was in constant mood swings. And this time it was anger boiling, raging in her. It was making itself known too, as she clenched her fists and her eyes took on a heated glare. "I wanted to see them! I thought I could control myself. I thought when I saw them, I wouldn't be able to hurt them! But I had to get out of this stupid house!" she shouted back at him. "I'm sick of sitting around, waiting for you to babysit me. I'm tired of being restricted to the woods. I hate all of this!"

She was like a child having a temper tantrum. She even stomped her foot before she kicked out at something. The closest thing being the coffee table. It broke with the kick and flew across the room and hit the opposite wall with enough force to put a hole in the dry wall where the brunt of the force hit. She glared at the spot, her fists clenching tighter.

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[Tristian Moore]

YOU CAN NOT CONTROL YOURSELF! No matter what you think, what you say, You can not! The lust for human blood is stronger than anything else to a newborn! He hollared at her, wanting to break something himself but he held back. He wouldn't let himself get to that point. You thought wrong Stacy! You could have killed your parents! And all because you were hungry and couldn't resist the smell of their blood. He hollared at her. His glare like daggers as he now stood there and just stared at her.

I keep you in this house because I don't want you to hurt anyone. I'm sorry that you feel like I'm babysitting you but that's how it's going to be! I can't let you go out there right now, knowing that you can kill someone at the drop of a hat. I'm sorry you don't like just being out in the woods. What do you want me to do!? I CAN'T CHANGE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU! He hollared. At times he wished he could. Not because he didn't love her but because he had wanted her to live a normal, happy life. At least as normal as she could with him around.

[Stacy Cohen]

She was so angry at him for yelling at her like this. She hated being yelled at, hated being reprimanded. She wanted to just sit on the floor, cover her ears and scream to drown it all out. She hadn't thought it'd be so hard, she didn't think she'd have to just sit around the house for so long. She kept her fists clenched, her knuckles bone white. She would have been breathing hard by now, maybe even crying, if she'd been human.

But she wasn't. That whole life was gone. She was dead to everyone but Tristian. He was the only company she had. She loved him of course, other days she was fine with him being her company. She enjoyed having him watch her paint; she enjoyed watching movies and talking to him. She loved spending time with him.

Right now, she was pissed. She was boiling over with rage. She didn't know how to let it out besides just ripping apart furniture and yelling at him more. She let him rant at her, fixing her glare on him. She shook her head, moving a few steps closer to him. "Just don't do anything, Tristian. Nothing. There's nothing you can do," she snapped. She knew that was true. They just had to wait until she had control. She wanted that to be now.

"I hate that you get to leave the house. That I have to ask you to get me stuff when you go shopping. While I'm trapped here. I can't do anything without you being with me, except sit around here. It's so...boring." She drew a deep, unneeded breath, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to calm down. But her emotions were raging. She couldn't control them.

Without really realizing it, she'd stepped closer to him, and she was now right in front of him, standing inches away. She was raging, and before she knew it she had shoved him. Hard. She made a strangled noise when she realized what she'd done. And that a growl at been an undertone to her words the whole time she'd been speaking.

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[Tristian Moore]

"I hate that you get to leave the house. That I have to ask you to get me stuff when you go shopping. While I'm trapped here. I can't do anything without you being with me, except sit around here. It's so...boring."

I'm sorry! What do you want me to do? Let you run around and do what you want. You'll hurt innocent people Stacy!! You almost killed your parents! He hollared at her. Tristian shook his head and growled a little out of frustration. He understood that she didn't like being cooped up inside all day but, he didn't know what else to do. I set these rules for a reason. They are to keep you safe as well as the humans that live here in Forks. I'm sorry that you have to ask me to get you things. I'm sorry that your a vampire! You shouldn't have to be but I can't change things! He hollared.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself but it didn't work too well. If you feel you can control yourself and take care of yourself on your own then fine. There's the door but don't bother to come back crying because something bad happened. He said and then disappeared upstairs into his study and shut the door behind him. Sitting behind his desk, he just took several deep breaths, trying hard to calm down.

[Stacy Cohen]

Stacy trembled all over as he yelled at her, all the fight leaving her as he told her she could leave, if that's what she wanted. And not to come back if something went wrong. She watched him go upstairs, aching after their fight. She'd been stupid, but she wasn't about to admit that. She was still as stubborn as she was while she was human. And she hated to admit when she was wrong, even if it was so obvious. No, she wouldn't admit to anything. She stood downstairs, her arms crossed.

She was upset, and she'd be sobbing right then if she could. Settling down on the floor, she dropped her head down between her knees for a moment. After waiting several minutes, she felt fairly calm, rubbing her hands through her hair. She felt he was causing more trouble for him than he really needed. She was acting like a child, so he truthfully was babysitting her. She couldn't leave him though, not sure where she'd go. And she didn't want to kill anyone.

She should go talk to him. She hovered around downstairs awhile longer before slipping upstairs silently. She stood outside his study for several minutes before she entered the room. She slipped inside, staring at him a moment before hurrying over to him, throwing herself at him. She straddled his lap and locked her arms around his neck, pressing her face into his throat. She didn't plan to detach herself anytime soon unless he did so forcefully. She inhaled deeply, taking in his wonderful scent. Yes, he definitely smelled wonderful still, even better with her more acute nose. But she didn't say anything to him yet.

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[Tristian Moore]

Tristian had just been sitting there, doing some of his work. It was a way for him to relax. To focus on something else. He could usually get a lot of work done then. Things he had put off for a while. He lifted his head when he heard his door open and jumped a little when Stacy came in and straddled him. Her arms wrapping around her, showing no sign of letting go. Her head pressing into his throat. For several minutes, he just sat there with his hands by his sides, not sure what to do and then gently wrapped his arms around her waist and just sat there, not saying a word.

[Stacy Cohen]

Stacy was worried he was just going to sit there and not react to her, but he finally put his arms around her. She pressed herself closer, mumbling something that might have been an apology, but it was quiet, difficult to understand. Especially since she was one that didn't like to admit being wrong. That was really all he was going to get out of her. But she could try to make it up to him in other ways.

She drew back just a little, staring down into his eyes. She leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly. "You're too good for me," she whispered, rubbing her hands down his chest while her hips began to rub slowly against his.

[Tristian Moore]

Tristian closed his eyes, letting his hands just rest on the small of her back as he sat there. I just worry about you. I don't want you to get hurt or you to do something you'll regret. He said in a soft tone. I'm just....I love you. I don't want to see you hurt. He whispered, letting out a small moan as he felt her hips slowly rub against his. His grip around her tightening a little.

[Stacy Cohen]

Stacy nodded a little as she looked down at him, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders, her fingers rubbing lightly, or at least, light for a vampire. She nodded again, "I know," she said quietly, "I'm just stubborn. We're both stubborn. And right now, that's not a good trait for me to have. I'm going to try harder though. I don't want you to have to worry..." she whispered, her hips continuing her slow movement. "I love you.." she mumbled into his ear, kissing him lightly.

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[Tristian Moore]

Tristian let out another small moan as she slowly moved her hips against his. His hands tightening around her waist a little more. I love you too. He said in a soft tone, moving and gently kissing her lips as he closed his eyes and pulled her closer to him. His arms just wrapping around her.

[Stacy Cohen]

Stacy lightly traced her fingers over the lines of his face, a face she'd memorized before, but she felt she needed to start over, especially since becoming a vampire. It was different, certainly..but just that much more complex..that much more beautiful. She leaned into him, kissing him back firmly. She let her hands drift downward after a moment, pushing his shirt up just a little before she started to undo his pants. She drew back a little to look at him, a little smile on her face.

[Tristian Moore]

Tristian gave a small smile as he kissed her deeply. His hands running down her back and slowly pushing her shirt up. Looking up at her, he smiled. She was beautiful in his eyes and he loved her so much. slipping her shirt off, he tossed it to the side and then gently kissed her lips once more.

[Stacy Cohen]

She kept her eyes fixed on his as he removed her shirt before she was kissing him again. She was finding she felt her emotions in this department much more strongly as well. It was almost overwhelming. She nearly broke the zipper of his pants when she pulled with almost too much force. She was pulling over his shirt then, her hands flying over his chest, scratching lightly before they drifted downward again, one sliding under the waistband of his boxers.