Maxwell knew that what he had just done was inappropriate and expected to be slapped because of it. However no such action was taken which to be fair, was fair. After all her actions were the reason for his, maybe not entirely, and she had drained the blood from his body after licking his cheek. So frankly if there was any charges pressed it would be from him to her. Putting one hand one his chest, he felt his heart pounding in a attempt to refill his body with blood. From the corner of his eye he noticed that same innocent and pleasant smile that the maid constantly had be given to him once again followed by a bow. "What are you deaf?" Would be his response to when she said that she hadn't understood what he said. What he didn't know was that she was in fact deaf and that him saying it while having his back turned to her meant she wouldn't know he said anything again. Which pissed him off again when she didn't respond. Turning his chair what he saw was two perfectly shaped buttocks only being hidden by a maid dress.
In other words it hadn't been the perfect time to have turned around as the effects of the bite only got more intense. His chest felt heavy while his head felt light, there was a tightness in his pants, and in his head there was anger. Anger for having been bitten and forced to feel this. Getting up from his chair Maxwell felt his knees start to shake as he took steps towards her, they gave out fairly quickly. As he feel to his knees his hand would give a firm and hard slap across one of Vivian's butt cheeks. On the ground he held himself up slightly with one hand as he was on his knees. Sitting down he looked up at Vivian, breathing slowly and heavily. "Can...you leave. I'll clean up this place" Not that she could hear the tone of his voice but it had become soft, as if he could force himself to hate or get mad at her.
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The best and the worst part about not being able to hear, is when someone spoke behind your back or were saying rude comments. To Vivian, she found it to be a good thing. She didn't like drama, though at times she did enjoy causing it. Continuing to pick up the books, Vivian returned them to their home. The shelves were covered in dust, which made her shiver. This room is an utter mess... everything in here is breaking! she thought to herself.
Vivian barely felt the vibration from his steps. He was walking heavily, which made her senses kick in. She figured the man was walking around getting things ready for his class. Ahh! A startled moan escaped her lips as the man slapped her a**. Quickly turning around, she expected to see the man hover over her. Instead, he was in the ground in front of her. The mans lips were moving, but she couldn't get the full sentence. I'll clean... this place up? Vivian shook his head and kneeled down by his side. She gazed at him with her blue eyes. Taking his arm, she wrapped it around her and helped him up. Don't worry, I will clean the room. You just relax and get ready for your class sir~ Her voice was soft and gentle as she walked him back to his chair.
Don't look at me with those innocent eyes. Maxwell wanted...no he needed her to not be so caring and kind. Most people either responded negatively or left him alone when he was rude to them. Yet this woman seemed to mostly ignore him, making him want her attention even more, besides moments ago when she had bit him. Except he knew all these feelings were from the bite, at least that was what Maxwell kept telling himself. Because the more he was around her the more he realized that she was like Charlie, kind and with a award winning smile. With that his body seemed to go in autopilot, remembering Charlie always made that happen. Unfortunately the autopilot had a bug in it's system, the bug being the bite, being so close to the vampire her aura filled his lungs. Being able to stand he walked with her, staring at the maid but at the same time his eyes seemed to be unfocused. One hand would wander itself on to the maid's breast, cupping it with his hand as he leaned towards her face as if to kiss her. Except the kiss would never happen, only centimeters away from her lips, Maxwell regain focused. Clenching his eyes as well as his hands, some pressure was applied to her shoulder where one of his hands remained. While the other clenched her breast, pinching her sensitive peaks unintentionally and pulling away from her. "Sorry...I'm...not myself right now. Can you please leave" Maxwell would say both of his hands on her shoulder as he tried to push her away. The woman seemed to have a kind heart, he didn't want to break her like he had the cafeteria lady. Maxwell knew most of the desire he was feeling was from her bite however he wondered if she knew that her bite had that effect on people.
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The man wasn't heavy, in fact he was fairly light. Then agin tat might have been the vampire side of her. Vivian felt the man stop in his tracks. He was a mischievous one, for his hand had made its way to her bosom. Cheeks flushed, Vivian tried to keep moving forward despite the man touching her. W-what is his end goal..? Did my bite have that much of an affect..? Vivian thought to herself. Ahh! A small moan escaped her lips as the man pinched her very sensitive body. The way her body began to feel scared her, his blood smelled hot and sweet.
Then he stopped. Vivian felt his push and she she turned her gaze to him. N..not himself... please leave? she thought as she read his lips. Vivian was confused, the mans words told him to leave, however his body was making moves. hat did he truely want? Either way she was getting him in his damn chair. Vivian shook her head and took him by the arm once more. Dragging him, she finally sat this man in his chair. Leaning over him, she stared into his deep red eyes and smiled. As you wish~ Her voice was very low, yet loud enough for him to hear. Vivian leaned her head down, and hovered her lips over the man's. Once more, it seemed as if she would kiss him, and this time she did. It was a soft and gentle kiss, and it didn't last long. Pulling her lips from his, she leaned down and hovered her lips over her previous bite mark. She waited for his command, even though she couldn't hear. She needed to know what this man wanted.
It was like music to his ears, hearing her reassure him that what he had done wasn't painful but was to her liking. Maxwell had no idea that his actions were confusing the woman after all, one would think that they knew the effect their body had on others. With this case being about the bite. However his demand of her leaving would only be replied with a shake of her head. If he had the strength he would have forced the woman out of the woman with force. Of course he could have used his book but that would only make the situation worse than it already was. Being laid back down on his seat and hearing then agree with his demand made him happy that she would leave. However the next few actions contradicted what she had said, which had contradicted what she had done earlier. With her face so close, he had no choice but to stare at her directly in the eye and catch a whiff of her aroma. A aroma that was causing his sense go crazy. When their lips were pressed against each other, Maxwell wanted to push her away but his body responded differently. It responded positively to the kiss, his hands wrapped around her waist pulling her so she was on his lap. He could tell that she wanted a response to see if biting him was okay, while physically he could handle it he wasn't sure if he could mentally handle it. "Leave...please" Was what he would say however considering she could hear him all she would be able to tell was his body agreeing when his hands firmly grasped her buttocks.
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As Vivian waited, all she could think about was the aroma of his blood, how sweet it tasted, and how it was just inches away once more. Centuries of being a vampire, she had vowed to not drink the blood of a mortal and yet here she was. Her bites weren't going to turn him, it wasn't that simple nor did she wish to turn others into a creature like herself. Her bites would simply send someone into a state of yearning, wanting, needing. His throat vibrated as he spoke, yet Vivian could not hear what he said. All she could do was feel his advances.
Gently, Vivian sank her fangs back into the man who fell victim to her.
For the first time in a long time a blush would appear on his cheeks. Vivian's hands were soft and warm, it matched her cheerfulness and her lovely eyes. "You could have gotten a better. With someone you knew and won't put you in danger" As wonderful as this felt and how happy he felt with her. It was the same as with Charlie and he couldn't let this happen to the woman. Being pulled into a kiss, he decided that he shouldn't make the Vivian worry. Kissing back, Maxwell put a convincing act of being happy. "If you ever get hungry for blood....I don't mind donating some" Maxwell would offer, putting a hand on his neck. There was no wound or scar but he knew that this had been the side that got bitten. The blood less was still making it hard to walk but he muddled through and put his clothes back on. Heading towards the bookshelf that had started the entire thing and setting the books back on the shelf.
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Vivian smiled as she read his lips. It was nice that he understood that she was deaf, at least he wouldn't get mad at her for not responding to her. Pulling away from their kiss, Vivian gently stroked his cheek with her thumb. I am happy with you~ So stop that talk...and I would love to drink your blood again... B-but not too much! I-I don't want to drain you... Her cheeks turned a slight pink color and she looked into his eyes. Maxwell's blood taste sweet, and Vivian would admit that she craved more. After trying for centuries to avoid mortal blood, she had caved. Vivian would have to be careful to not drink too much, or else she could hurt him.
Doing a small twirl with her maid dress, Vivian helped Maxwell finish picking up the books. Turning to face Maxwell, she lightly bowed and gave him a wave. P-please have a nice class period~ I-I hope to see you soon~ Turning, Vivian didn't wait to see what Maxwell would say, but she did know she would hear from him soon.
Appeared that either every student he had was irresponsible and didn't appear to class or there simply was no student in his class. Which was a positive for Maxwell, the less time he spends teaching this idiotic subject the better. "Time for my break" He would tell no one. Standing up from his chair he left the room to head towards the Staff room.
Only after Maxwell sat back down on his seat and opened his can of beer did he realize that he completely forgot about Wigfrid. A responsible pet owner would have gone back and picked up their pet but that wasn't what Maxwell was. He did not want to see Vivian again and he knew that Wigfrid would find a way to get back to him if given time. For now all he would do was take a breather and rest in his seat while he hated for his next class to come through that door. Taking sips from his fifth beer every once in a while.
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After checking the kitchen, the library, and what she thought was him room, Vivian decided to check the classroom she met him in. With a hand full of bird seed, the maid would hand feed the birdie on her shoulder. I'm sorry I can't hear you birdie... but we will get you to your owner~ don't be scared~ Vivian peeked into the room where she had met Maxwell the first time. Sure enough, there he was.
Trying to be quiet, Vivian walked into the classroom. However even though she thought she was being quiet, really meant she was being loud. Making her way to the desk he sat at, Vivian placed the seeds on his desk. You left him behind.. I brought him bird seed so he can eat...Alright little birdie off you go~ Forcinf a smile, Vivian gently took the bird off her shoulder and placed him on the desk.
Vivian would come to find that Wigfrid was a very suspicious crow. At first the bird would not eat any seed she aimed to give her. However hearing the tone of her voice and seeing the rooms she entered, Wigfrid came to understand the woman's intentions of bringing her back to Maxwell. Only then would she start to eat the seeds that were given to her. At the sight of her owner she would instantly fly off her shoulder and gently nest herself on Maxwell's shoulders after pecking him a few times for having forgotten her.
"Hey Hey! I knew you would find me" Maxwell complained as he was picked. However seeing Vivian come into his classroom as well would greatly upset him. To the extent where he opened his fifth beer and started to drink more of it. "Thank you...you can go now" Maxwell would say wondering when the beer would kick in, of course he didn't realize that it was already taking effect. As he started to sway when sitting still.
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Vivian always liked animals. Not only because they taste good, but they were always free in a sense. But still, they were tasty. So when Birdie flew off her shoulder and to its master, she couldn't help but smile. Maxwell however, was not doing to great. Swaying in his seat, she could tell that the beers he had decided to drink were taking their effect. Oh my... This man had a class to teach in hours and with a 5th beer he would still be intoxicated by then.
Walking over, Vivian moved quickly. She grabbed the beer that was in his hand and walked over to the window. Quickly, she poured it out the window. Poor beer, you will be missed. Alright that is enough for you, no more you have a class later today. The maid claimed crossing her arms. She looked over at him and shook her head. You need water...
Maxwell kept taking sips from his beer, his crow understood that he only did that when he was upset but she also knew that it was pointless to try and stop him. At least as a bird. He had expected Vivian to be gone by now, he hadn't been nice to her these past few moments. So there would be no reason for her to stay except to throw his beer. Maxwell eyes widen as it took a bit of time to register his beer had been swiped from his hand, glancing at Vivian as she poured it out the window. "My BEER!" Maxwell quickly stood up and headed towards the window to see all its contents poured out in the ground below. Glaring Vivian he took a few steps towards her, raising his fist to smack her in face but stumbling on his own feet. His arms wrapped around her stomach as he held himself there before bringing his arm down to hit her, instead of hitting her face it which was his original target he would smack her rear. "I hate you. It was my beer and I couldn't even have that. You dumb big boobed and big butt maid" Maxwell whined dragging himself up so he was facing her eye to eye. Glaring at her before suddenly and randomly giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Stole a kiss ha" Maxwell would say before swaying himself away from her and back to his chair.
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Vivian could remember the first time she had alcohol. She was in France with her vampire family, and they decided to go wine and dine. Much to many people's belief, vampires can have human food. She actually liked chocolate a lot. Anyways, Vivian could remember the feeling of being drunk, how everything was delayed and how the room spins. As the man lifted his hand to smack her, Vivian was shocked when there was no sting, instead he was clinging onto her. Reading Maxwell's lips, she could clearly tell he was pretty far gone. Yes yes, I know you hate me... you've told me in a few different ways... Now you need water... The smack to the a** didn't bother her, mainly because she knew he was drunk. The sudden kiss however threw Vivian off guard. What?! No no, its ok. He is drunk... remember... he hates you.
Watching him sway to his desk really worried Vivian. What is he fell and cracked his head open, and then someone assumed she killed him for his blood? Shaking her head fast and hard, Vivian quickly walked up behind him and helped him to his chair. Once he was down, she looked around. There has to be something for you to drink that isn't beer... Was he this drunk because she drained him of blood?
