{"id":31860,"date":"2012-11-28T05:38:01","date_gmt":"2012-11-28T05:38:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/11\/28\/iamvictor-roth-iamthefirechild-78\/"},"modified":"2012-11-28T05:38:01","modified_gmt":"2012-11-28T05:38:01","slug":"iamvictor-roth-iamthefirechild-78","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/11\/28\/iamvictor-roth-iamthefirechild-78\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

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Summer shoved herself up on the couch so she was more sitting than lying down. Smiling gently, she tucked his hair behind his ear, running her fingers through it. \u201cJust \u2026 let me touch you,\u201d she whispered. She ran the tip of one finger over the lines in his forehead, traced the centre of his nose and along his cheekbones, tweaking one earlobe along the way.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething about you makes me think we were meant to meet.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Her fingers running through his hair felt heavenly and he couldn\u2019t help the moan from escaping his lips again. At her words he forced himself to be still, allowing her to do what she wanted. He even smiled a bit when she tweaked his earlobe. Victor closed his eyes lazily and let out a sigh as his whole body seemed to relax. He agreed with Summer when she said she thought they were meant to meet, for some reason he trusted her. He trusted her completely, enough to let his guard down.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething tells me you\u2019re right, love.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

She went back to his hair, carding her fingers through it, scraping at his scalp a little. \u201cI think you have better hair than I do, Victor darling.\u201d Summer gave a little chuckle. \u201cYou know two of my not-so-secret secrets, I think I had better ask for one of yours in exchange. Tell me about you, beautiful mysterious vampire Victor.\u201d Summer kissed his temple, hands still in his hair.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Victor sighed again then turned his head and kissed the inside of her wrist. \u201cI\u2019m an assassin, although I\u2019ve only gone after the murderers and corrupt. I was an assassin before I became a vampire. It was something I was born and bred for really. My training began at a very early age. They had meant for me to be a lapdog for the military until I escaped. I suffered a lot at their hands but now I\u2019m free.\u201d He held his breath, most of the people he had told this to hadn\u2019t taken it well.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u201cMmmm.\u201d It was more a noise of listening than anything else. \u201cI didn\u2019t know the Brits still did that sort of thing. Bit silly, really.\u201d She tugged gently at his hair. \u201cAught else?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Victor breathed a sigh of relief when she didn\u2019t freak out. \u201cActually, the people that handled my childhood were a third party group. My generation of subjects was supposed to be their great prototype.\u201d A shudder went through him when she tugged at his hair. \u201cYou keep that up, love, and I won\u2019t be able to think straight.\u201d There was humor in his voice before he was quiet again as he thought of something else to tell her. \u201cWell, I used to be a bartender for a little bit, and around the same time I was a professional gambler as well. I spent a lot of time at the casino back then.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“I don’t know which would be worse: being purpose-bred for power, or the accidental genetics that made me.” Quite on purpose, concealing a wicked smile, she tugged on his hair again. “Is it okay to ask how old you are?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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