He didn't want to be calm. The demon in him was roaring at him to claim Phoebe, make sure she and everyone else knew that she belonged to him. Whatever gentleness he'd learned before her death had been lost in years of blood and violence, and he continued to kiss her roughly as he pushed her down on the bed.
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Date: 2010-03-06 07:03 pm (UTC)