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In Case You Don't Live Forever

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A few weeks had passed since MC's arrival to le Comte's mansion in the past and the bright housemaid had grown close with all of the vampiric residents and the butler. Isaac took her on a tour of the city, Vincent kept her company whilst she worked out in the garden and even Arthur was taking a shine to MC, taking her on little detective missions around Paris and treating her to fresh pastries he'd picked up just for her on days when he'd been out alone. The radiant lady had formed fulfilling, joyous relationships with all of the residents.

Well, all of the residents except for Theo, who seemed to enjoy avoiding her and simply complaining or insulting her when the pair did interact - And this afternoon was no different.

"Hey hondje," the art dealer addressed MC with his usual scowl as the housemaid let him and Arthur into the house after their outing for the day, "Hang this up, will you?" Theo thrust his winter coat into her hands, not making eye contact with her before stopping just past her, waiting for Arthur to catch up with him so the pair could enjoy a drink together in the parlour.

The cheeky Brit noticed MC's dejected expression at Theo's less-than-friendly greeting and took it upon himself to bring back her beautiful smile. Arthur took Theodorus' heavy coat from the sweet lady's arms, slinging it over his shoulder with ease whilst he grinned charmingly at her, his left hand moving to cup her cheek gently. He softly kissed her other cheek before reaching into his coat pocket and producing a neatly wrapped box, handing it to her. "For you, luv. Thank you for working so hard today - You didn't miss me too much did you?"

MC blushed deeply as she accepted the gift, gasping softly as she opened the box to reveal a mouth wateringly delightful selection of macarons of strawberry, lemon, rose, coffee and vanilla. They looked almost too perfect to eat - As fresh and as appetising as could be. "Oh, Arthur thank you! I would love if we could share these together after dinner."

Before Arthur could reply to the maid's suggestion, Theo scoffed somewhere behind the pair in the foyer before he turned on his heel to leave, "Tsk. Inviting this wretched man to share desserts with you, you really are a naïve and senseless, knabbeltje." The Dutchman grumbled under his breath as he sauntered out of sight and into the corridor in search of whiskey, "Really I cannot stand it when Arthur is so close to you, MC." Nobody but himself heard his words as Theo's heels clicked against the fine wooden floors of the mansion. Though, anyone who encountered the brash vampire on his quest for some alcohol would've surely noticed the searing blush that heated his pale cheeks.

After dinner, the mansion's resident art dealer found himself confused as he sat in the library and read through his book of poetry. For some reason, Theo couldn't seem to shake the sight of MC's pretty smile as his sapphire eyes scanned through the words of romantic elegance that were printed upon the small pages.  He sighed deeply as he heard her beautiful giggle from where she sat on the balcony being charmed by his best friend as the pair shared those delicious looking macarons which Arthur had gifted to her. Tucking his poetry back into his trouser pocket, Theodorus stood from his comfortable seat by the fire and found his legs moving without his control, his body being carried out to the balcony to join MC and Arthur, disturbing the intimate atmosphere which hung around them. 

"Oh, good evening Master Theodorus," MC smiled brightly up at him as she pulled out the other chair which sat at the garden table which Comte had placed on the balcony, "Would you like to join us? There's enough macarons to share!" Her sweet voice fell upon Theo's ears like honey settles on the tongue, sugar seeming to fill his veins and warmth engulfing his chest as MC's radiant smile outshone the stars that hung in the navy night sky.

The Dutchman man tutted but agreed, sitting down between Arthur and MC as his gaze refused to meet either of theirs, "You sure I'm not interrupting anything?" He smirked at Arthur but, the glare of his intense eyes betrayed the cocky curve of his lips, "Seems like you've found your doelwit for the night, Arthur."

The Brit responded with a chuckle as one of his large hands playfully hit his best friend's arm, shaking his head, "Oh Theo you think me such a dishonest chap! I am simply treating our little dove to a pleasant evening. She works so hard for us, she deserves to be treated like a princess, don't you think?" Arthur shot another handsome smile across the table to the darling woman, winking before he spoke again, this time his words towards her, "I promise that I am a far more eloquent gentlemen than our dear Theo says I am. In fact -"

"Don't listen to him hondje." Theo interrupted his friend, his stare now upon MC's confused face, "He's a disgusting flirt with no redeeming qualities. I recommend that you steer clear of him." When the woman attempted to laugh off the Dutchman's statement, he did not join in. In fact, Theo's flat expression seemed to form into a frown as his eyes shifted between both Arthur and MC. He stood up to leave once again, taking a rose flavoured macaron into his sizeable hand and shoving it into his pocket for later, "You're to assist me at work tomorrow, MC. I expect you ready at 9am - You have no choice in the matter."


And with her reply, the art dealer left the balcony and rushed back to his bedroom where he swiftly locked the door, running his fingers through his caramel brown hair in an attempt to relieve some stress as a sigh fell from his lips. Theo's hand dove into his pocket and removed the small coral coloured dessert from his trousers, eyeing it before deciding to eat it immediately.  The sweet, rosy flavour filled his senses as delight waved over his muscular body, seeming to ease at least some of the tension of the tight muscles beneath his skin. He almost moaned as he experienced the taste, the luscious and perfectly baked confection engulfing him completely, azure blue eyes fluttering shut as he savoured the taste. 

"I wonder," Theo pondered quietly, "I wonder if she would taste sweeter?" The Dutchman shuddered at the thought of MC's scarlet blood flowing across his tongue and down his throat, goose bumps littering his warm skin at the dream of feeding off of her. In desperation from the intense thirst that he felt, Theo bit into his own wrist, groaning at the pleasure that seeped through his veins at the aphrodisiac-like affect that his fangs granted him. As his blood dripped onto the floor in tiny droplets from his arm, Theodorus sighed once again, head spinning with bloodlust, desire and jealousy, "Why does she make me feel like this?"