Beginning to Feel Like Home

Adrianna watched Gregory with a look of amusement on her face, He was so cute as he cleaned up the mess they had left. She turned to rumage through her freezer and suddenly felt dizzy. She could feel an itch under her skin, a longing to feel the fur erupt, to feel the bones twist and reform. She wanted to taste the blood of a fresh kill and sprint into the woods surrounding them. She didn't hear herself call for Greg as she started to tilt.

Her world started to spin as she felt her compulsion to let the animal take over, she had never spent this much time as a human since she developed her animagus. A growl stayed in her throat as her body trembled, wanting the change so badly it hurt. Her addiction was taking over. She tried to breath slowly.
 
"Adrianna!" cried Greg as she half fell to the ground. Within half a second he had caught her in his arms, and together they sunk to the floor again, this time in an entirely different set of circumstance. He could tell that she was barely in control of herself. In fact, she didn't even seem to register his presence although she had called out to him. He had never heard of anyone being forced to change into their animagus form, but it was obvious that it was happening now.

She began to tremble, and Greg was torn. Adrianna was in control of herself when she was a snow leopard, yet this involuntary changing didn't seem natural. Should he let it take its course and leave her be, or should he step in and stop the change? She seemed to be in pain.

"Adrianna..." he said softly, cradling her head in his arms as she began to breathe deeply. No. This isn't right, she's losing control. "Hey," he said quietly, then louder. "Hey, darling!" He was helpless. How was he to know the spell for reversal of the change? Greg was no animagus.
 
Just as Adrianna had started to feel her bones and skin slip she snapped out, making her change painfully slap back. She moaned loudly closing her eyes as the trembling stopped and the pleasure of the change along with it. She opened her eyes to see Greg's worried face looking down on her. She swallowed loudly, not realizing that her addiction to be in her snow leopard form had nearly forced her to change. She had never had that happen before. She always just changed when ever she felt the itch. She sighed, leaning her head back against his shoulder.

She cleared her throat and sat up. He body felt stiff and hard to command. Felling her sore muscles she groaned. Looking up at him her voice was barely over a whisper. "What happened to me, I feel like I got hit by a train."
 
Trying not to worry her, he kept his voice calm and serenely comforting, though his thickened accent betrayed his worry. "I'm not sure. 'Ye fell to the ground and began to tremble. Would you like somethin' ta drink?" he offered as he lifted her to her feet with extreme gentleness. Without waiting for an answer, Greg moved her to a seat and took a glass out, filling it with water that had been cooled by the evening.

"Here. Are 'ye feeling any better? Not sore? You were trembling pretty hard," said Greg, though not pushing anything. Sometimes she could look very fragile, and this was one of those minutes. They sat in silence for a moment before he had the urge to feel the wind on his bare shoulders. In his solitude, he would often move to the hills as a child to escape the stifling warmth of the house. In his stress the urge came again, and he stood up heavily. "Do 'ye mind if I move outside for a moment?" he asked, laying his hand on hers as he looked towards the open doorway leading into the vast backyard grounds.
 
Adrianna accepted the drink, her body still slow to respond. She could still feel the urge to run deep with in her bones. She sighed, and took another sip. "I'm feeling a little bit better hun." She said in a cool voice, the snow leopard wanted free. It pounded against the walls of her skull. She sighed against then perked up when he mentioned outside. "The cool air should help, I really think I'd enjoy a run right about now."
 
He turned back to look at her and smiled. "Come on, then." he said gently as he took her hand like a gentleman should. He linked their fingers together in a comforting way and drew her up to meet him, looking at her tenderly. Suddenly Greg was filled with such a love for this woman, and he kept her hand in his as they walked towards the door.

The evening was starting to grow cool and the light was fading slowly. Bare footed, the frosty leaves underfoot made an icy carpet that stretched far and long into the enormous grounds. As he gazed around, Greg wondered where Adrianna holed up for the days in leopard form. It was the perfect house for such a majestic beast; all the grounds to wander, trees for cover, and his ears could detect the sound of a stream not far off. Without realising it they had walked some way down the path and stopped, transfixed by the twilight beauty.

Yet even as he stood in awe, Greg half closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, catching her smell with every turn of the wind.
 
Adrianna took his hand and followed him out, the cool evening air smacking her in the face. She inhaled deeply, it seamed to strengthen her. She kept her wand by her side, wondering when she should change. She loved being buy Greg's side by the itch was almost unbearable. She started to shift from on foot to the other, looking about her for signs of animal life, potential hunt victims. Her lips curved into a smile. IT turned sweet when she faced Greg.

"Hey Hun," She kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to go for a little run, don't worry. I wont go far." She gave him another kiss on the cheek, seeking any sign that he was okay with that. She held her wand up. "I'll need someone to hold onto my wand while I'm gone."
 
Blinking, Greg turned to look at her. "Oh, sure, that's fine. I haven't been out here yet, so I guess I'll do some exploring of my own as well." It hadn't occurred to him that this area might be dangerous the closer it got to night time. After all, Adrianna knew what she was doing didn't she? Returning the kisses, he took her wand with a nod and permitted her to go.

It had been a good idea to take some fresh air like this. It cleared both his lungs and his mind, and he stretched in his relaxation, bare chest exposed to the wind. Slowly Gregory breathed out, his breath misting in front of him pleasingly. The weather reminded him of England somehow, although by this time it should have been warming up; not that he minded. Stowing her wand in his back pocket with his own, Greg moved off towards the line of trees for a different kind of solitude.
 
Adrianna was relieved when he took her wand. She was always afraid she would lose it. She took a deep breath and walked a few feet away from Greg. She activated the magic, and it swept her away with unusual force. She feet the ground move from under her feet as she sank down into a crouch. Her skin began to tingle as she felt her bones disconnect and reassemble. A small whimper escaped her lips as she slumped forward. Her fur sprouted around her, encompassing her in a soft fluff.

She opened her eyes, the world was now a new shade of colors, darker, brighter, and more breath taking. She took a deep breath, smelling the fresh tore bark, the water, and her lover's scent. She leapt off, her powerful back legs moving her swiftly among the trees, already on the track of a new kill. She could hear the blood pounding through the veins of a near by tasty rabbit. A quick kill, a snapped neck, she feasted, far from the eyes of her innocent Gregory.
 
Even as he moved away from her, he felt the change in the air as she shifted. It seemed as though every moment he was not with her she spent in her leopard form. That could become dangerous after a while, thought Greg with a frown. He turned his head as he caught the smell of fresh blood and he shivered, turning his head away. She is happy and healthy, he told himself firmly as he pushed off into an easy lope around the gardens. It's none of your business what she does in her spare time.

In ten minutes he had made his way around the lower half of the grounds, darting in between trees in a jog that was almost a skip. Frolicking was not something a man should do, but joy gave him a spring in his step as he put the thought of the kill behind him. Yet it was only temporary, for just as he managed to forget, there he stumbled upon Adrianna in a small grove surrounded by trees. Greg froze instantly, and managed to slink back behind the tree line before he was seen, but not before he was smelt. She had blood on her maw.

Just keep moving, he told himself as the leaves crunched beneath his feet. The urge to wince at every crack nearly overwhelmed him. Greg knew not to disturb her, but perhaps it was too late.
 
Blood surged warm with in her, sweet and salty upon her muzzle. She smacked her chops, trying to work the bits of me out from between her sharp, sparkling white teeth. A roar erupted from her, loud enough to hear a mile away, and mean enough to stop a heart. She bit into the limp carcass again, yet the joy of the kill was almost gone, and the animalistic hunger for more began. She shook the rag violently, ringing out the last bits of bloody pleasure from it. With grace she turned, and happed upon a human. The scent smelled so amazing. Her head was spinning from her kill and she wanted so much more. To kill was to survive, and her animagus was born through her will to survive.

With a growl she charged, her vision glazed over with red. Her claws extended, digging into the meat of the human before her. Deep down, somewhere with in the beast there was a scream to stop, but it was silenced. You don't pass up a meal when it wonders so easily into your den. She tried to bite him, wanting to play with him before she killed him.
 
Within a second, Gregory knew that he had made a fatal mistake. Adrianna was no longer in control of herself, especially after a fresh kill. Had he really wandered so blindly into her sanctuary and expected to walk away? He heard the thump of padded feet and turned, knowing it was too late to run. There was a blur of white, and then she was upon him.

He couldn't help it; Greg let out an agonized groan as he felt her claws dig between his ribs, feeling the flesh shred as though it was plasticine. Her weight bored him to the ground and the wind was truly knocked out of him. He felt hairline splinters crack the bones in his chest, but there was no time to yell. With her claws still buried in his chest, it was all he could do to keep the snapping teeth away from his face, fists buried her the blood covered fur.

"Adrianna!" he half yelled and half moaned. With a burst of adrenaline, he threw her from him with shaking arms, coughing blood as her claws were torn from his chest. Despite his strength though, he knew he could not pull a stunt like that again. Greg had rolled to his side with his momentum and so planted his hands on the ground in a crouch, both ready for a second attack and shielding his wounded body against the ground.
 
She felt a burst of energy from the human. A deep scream of triumph erupted from with in her. She snuffed it quickly with a shake of her head. Her gaze still red she lunged. Her strength kicking up dirt behind her. Inside the screaming started again, making the beast lose its concentration. It hit of balance, hitting the human smack in the chest but not with the bone breaking strength intended. Still, the smell of blood intoxicated her.

That scent, so familiar, so nice, so hot, and lustful. She wanted him for her own. Her feelings mixing, confusing her. She stumbled, her body torn between hunting and mating lust. She growled, but it came out as a husky whimper. She looked at him with sky blue eyes, not knowing if he was her prey or her mate.
 
His arms couldn't hold him in the position he was in for long, and soon he collapsed into the dirt and leaves, crying out as his chest hit the ground. Even though he was wounded, his legs were still working. Greg looked up, panting, as he watched Adrianna pace and circle, unsure. She let out rumble in her chest that wasn't quite a growl - it was too fragile for that. He could feel the blood that was leaking from the puncture wounds pool across his arms that were cradled against him.

Did he dare approach? Somehow the woman was fighting its way free in her eyes, and he began to crawl towards her slowly and non-threateningly. "Adrianna," he tried before spitting blood onto the ground with a wince. He had managed to shuffle his way to her feet, many times larger than his own hands. Gathering his courage, Greg rolled onto his back in front of her. He was signaling that he wasn't a threat to her but praying all the same that he wasn't being seen as food.

"Please..." he said softly, feeling a drop of his own blood hit him from above where it leaked from her jaw. "Turn back!"
 
The last string broke, and the beast sunk back. The human back in control, Adrianna sunk down beside him, touching him with her blood soaked muzzle. Deep in her mind she willed magic around him, not sure if she could heal him with out a spell. A tear trailed its way down her nose to land on his face. She decided she had to get him back to the house. Using her strong jaws she clamped on to his shirt. She gave him a small apologetic look before tugging hard and flinging him onto her back. She hoped he would be able to hold on. At first she walked slowly, but as she felt his blood soak into her pelt she turned on the speed.

Soon they where inside, where she let him slide off her back. She ended the magic, not taking any notice to the feel of the change. Once human she took his face in her hands, kissing him, then went to work stopping the bleeding. "Oh Greg, I'm so sorry." She began to sob as she worked, stopping the blood flow and whispering small healing spells to undo the internal damage. She wasn't the best healer but she had mended enough scrapes that she had some experience.
 
Greg watched the change in her ice blue eyes and finally relaxed on the ground. She's fine ... he sighed internally, and he reached up to touch her muzzle with his fingers coming away bloody. He barely felt himself be hauled into the air, but the earth came crashing down again as he hit her back. This time he didn't cry out, but pressed his face into her snowy fur, moaning internally.

He did feel her kisses as she lay him on the floor, and he was starkly aware of the tears that fell onto his bare skin. Greg turned his head slightly to look out the door and the trail of blood leading into the house. Adrianna herself was splattered with residue blood, both his and the rabbit's. After some minutes of pain and muttered spells of his own, Greg pulled himself heavily into a sitting position against the wall and reached out gingerly to draw her closer.

"I ruined the upholstery," he chuckled weakly as he lay her head on his shoulder, the only place that wasn't aching.
 
She sighed, tears falling even more. She was so glad he was alive, but guilt was eating her up inside. All she could think about was such horrible way she should punish herself. She tried to pull away but was to afraid to hurt him. He was crusted in blood, as was she, but from the looks of it most of his major injuries had healed. She vaguely thought of giving him a bath, but she was afraid the water would break open the newly formed scabs. She kissed him, a nice long kiss.

When she pulled away from his lip, she cried even harder, hiding her face in the nape of his neck. "Oh Greg. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry." Her sobs were becoming hysterical.
 
Greg held her as she began to cry in earnest, salty tears running down his shoulder and stinging his wounds. This he allowed for a little longer until he became too worried to stay silent any longer.
"Hey," said Greg, shaking her gently. "Hey! Calm down," he chided her in a soft voice. "It's alright," he told her, stroking her hair and keeping her by his side. "I've been through worse." That was true. The Cruciatus curse was a deeper level of hell than no amount of slashes and punctures could match. In the end, Greg was more worried about her.

He eyed he warily, wiping a few tears off her cheek with his thumbs as the gnawing pain in his ribs began again. "You lost control," he said, no comfort in his voice now. It wasn't meant to be accusing or punishing, but this was too serious to ignore. As much as he loved her, he'd prefer to keep his skin.
 
Adrianna shrunk. Not literally but in a since she did. She looked up at him with guilty eyes. Yes, she had lost control, and it had nearly cost the love of her life his life. Tears stopped up, and she swallowed hard. Her hands clutched her lap, scratching at her skin. 'You stupid human. You could never control me. Just give up. Let me take your life. I want to kill. Let me.' Her blood thirst returned, but she kept it at bay. In a small voice she spoke. It was dark and daunting. "Its an addiction. I love to kill."
 
Greg's eyes darkened as he watched her face change again. The multitude of emotions galloping through her eyes was difficult to read, but he knew that her blood lust was up again. At least this time she was trying not to kill him. He sighed, taking her hand softly. "How am I going to take care of you," he said, more to himself than to her. Indeed. Should this happen again I would be more prepared ... but physically I can only take so much.

It was too late now, though. He would rather die slowly trying to fight her addiction then leave her now and let it consume her. As a human, although stronger as a part goblin, there was a limit to his physical strength.

"Like any addiction, it should be starved," he mused thoughtfully, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. I hope she hasn't developed a taste for my blood, thought Greg to himself. The way she was shaking me about, I thought I was going to be eaten for sure. He closed his eyes wearily and contemplated what he was to do now. If this ever happened again, he could not afford to hold back like he did before. If he wasn't careful, he might end up hurting her in return, which would be far more terrible.

Even so, her blood lust made him shiver. I don't want to know that sort of mindlessness...
 
Adrianna's small hands slid beneath his chin, cupping his face. She kissed him, meaning to be soft, and loving. Even with her restraining herself it came out hungry and passionate. Tears were still sliding down her cheeks but much slower now. She slid onto his lap as she kissed him, slowly and carefully, trying not to hurt him. She broke apart to give him a long and heated look. She knew he was in bad shape but she still couldn't help her emotions raging inside of her.

She cleared her throat but when she spoke it was still husky and laiden with passion. "Do you want to soak in the hot tub. It will get the blood off and the herb will help our nerves." She didn't know how bad his were, but she knew she felt like an utter train wreck. Coupled with the fact she wanted to jump on him, violently and romantically, she was filled with guilt and shame.
 
Once again she left him breathless, only this time in want. Through his pain he responded enthusiastically. It seemed as though his heightened sensitivity to pain had also kindled tingling desire in his skin. Even so, it hurt to move too much, and a bath seemed like a welcome change. Greg stared up at Adrianna in awe, lips pink with blood and kisses. If it meant that she was no longer crying, he would take anything from her now (not that he minded the mind-numbing kisses).

"Yes, that sounds good!" he said with a little too much enthusiasm. Blushing, Greg slid himself up the wall, catching her hands in his so he could pull her up too. The pain in his chest and the pleasure of their brushing skin was an intoxicating cocktail to his nerves. Leaning against her slightly as they walked, they made their way towards the bathing room, already feeling the steam that trickled out of the cracks in the doorway towards them. While they walked he couldn't help but sneak a kiss to her shoulder, soft lips sliding against her skin for a moment.
 
Adrianna smirked at the soft contact. A very soft purr had started in her chest. She helped him across the door threshold, and by the steaming water. Before getting undressed and getting in herself she walked over the her cabinet, picking through herbs. She added to the water Cinnamon for Healing, love, lust, and prtection. Then going back to her cabinet she picked out pepperment and primrose for energy and protection. Adding these to the water created a very hot and sweet scent.

Finally she undressed and slid in, watching the water around her turn pink as her shame was washed off her body. She sighed and gave Greg a lustful look, pursing her lips, she waited for him to join her.
 
He felt ready to pass out as she sauntered around the bathroom with swaying hips till she had gathered everything that she needed. The cinnamon and peppermint mixed with her smell caused his pain to lower and the heat in his body to sky rocket. It was a supreme test of self control as she slipped out of her clothes and into the water to not leap at her there and then. But still, Greg was sore and aching. He probably would have broken something in his eagerness.

Soon he was pealing off his own shirt, pealing being the operative word. Fresh blood ran as some of the wounds stuck to his cotton shirt. "Ow, erk," said Greg occasionally, but in the end was left bare chested where the marks could be clearly seen. Half a moment later he was completely bare, but he couldn't help looking down at himself before entering the water. There were slashes and deep punctures dotted up the sides of his ribs, and a growing bruise on the left side of his chest where a rib had splintered. Wincing, he looked up at Adrianna sheepishly. Then, as he looked into her eyes, he grinned. "I'm going to have some nifty scars," he commented as he sunk into the water next to her.

The hot water was both heaven and hell on the cuts, and he shuffled subtlety closer to Adrianna happily.
 
Adrianna frowned as she saw up close the damage she had racked upon his body. She crawled on top of him and kissed softly his wounds, ignoring the sweet taste of blood when ever she kissed an open one. After covering him in sweet kisses she kissed his lips. Her body was hot but she made herself stay calm, trying to show him that she did have some self control. She dunked under the water for a moment then came back up, rubbing the dried and wet blood off of her face.

She grabbed a near by towel and began to slowly and softly wash the blood off of his. Occasionally she would hold it against a wound, applying pressure in an effort to close it. She was at her best with herbal magic and the herbs were taking effect healing and protecting his body from further harm. She kissed him often as she cleaned, her guilt and love for him guiding her actions. Her touch was soft, even when she had to scourge the wounds to clean out rocks and dirts. Every so often she would pause to give him a long and heated kiss, but she always stopped so she could finish.

After nearly half an hour she laid down her cloth and leaned against him. The top half of her body still had small amounts of blood on it but most of it had washed away in her efforts to clean him up. His wounds had stopped bleeding but the water around them had become a deep pink. Truthfully to her it didn't bother her but she was worried about Greg. She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder. Her voice was sweet, but still it had that edge of hunger to it. Her body needed him but she was afraid to hurt him. "I love you Greg."
 
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