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Thicker Than Water ||ONE|| Teeth
Andrew Sullivan was older than he felt. He had sandy blonde hair and deep emerald eyes. He was handsome in a classical way. At age 28, immortality claimed him. He had been chef in one of the most popular restraunts in Louisiana, but that was a little over two-hundred years ago. A slight french accent was still evident in his speech, even though he had lived in New England for the past fifty-eight years.
His wife of nineteen years died of a brain tumor two years ago, refusing his offer to bring her over. This left him alone with his, then fifteen year-old, daughter. Who was, ever rapidly, growing up looking exactly like her mother. Temptation was there everyday. It was wrong and terribly taboo. And yet, when she walked around the house in a shirt and panties, running wild as she got ready for school.... He couldn't help but find himself following her with his eyes, trying not to be obvious.
It was wrong. But his mind would wander and he'd find himself thing of- No! No more, he would always promise himself after he cleaned up.
Moniet was running around wildly through the house. She needed someway to calm herself and it was, saldly, summer vaction. Meaing, no school to pass time. Her white hair danced in the wind as she ran around the halls of the house. She ran up and down the stars, her golden eyes stopping when she met her father's gaze. She froze and smiled pushing some of her curly hair behind one of her ears. "Hi daddy. If there something you need?"
Moniet was now the age of seventeen. She had watched her mother die in front of her eyes, but had refused her father's proposal. Instead, she had died with the young Moniet wrapped in her arms. Still, Moniet was frusttrated with her mother's dicision, and curious about where she was now. She wondered what it was like, on the other side...or even what it was like to die. But she walked over to her father gracefull dancing in nothing but a pair of boxers that clung to her and her black shirt.
Andrew averted his eyes. He was embarrassed by his behavior, especially now that Moniet was going to corner him in his reading chair, when he had only been paying half-attention to his book. Damn those legs. Damn that face. And now she was smiling sweetly at him, not knowing the dark thoughts that ran through his head. What a monster he was. What the wolf.
"No, I don't need anything right now, love." He said quickly, turning his attention back to his book, albeit briefly. He looked at her again, trying not to let his gaze travel her body. Small talk, he needed small talk. "What are you doing today? Going out with friends?"
Moniet shrugged slightly placing some of her fingers on her pale pink lips. "Probably just staying around the house for a while before going out hunting. Would you like me to bring you back anything?" She stopped a few feet away from him watching his eyes dart neriously from his book to her. Her brows furrowed a bti but she waved it off. Just an old stupid human reaction probably.
He shook his head, finding himself biting the inside of his lip a little, his mouth dry. Did she have to play with him like this? Was she purposely teasing him with her gestures? Then again, it was probably just him. He cleared his throat a little, then found his voice. "N-no. I'm fine for now, babe. I'll probably just go out by myself later." He grinned at her, reassuringly.
My what big teeth you have... he thought, almost darkly, now grinning for real. Then his daughter was dressed only in a red riding hood in his mind's eye and- All the better to eat you with, my dear.
Andrew's face flushed. OH god. He stood, quickly. "I'm going to take a shower." his voice shook a little as he spoke. He avoided her gaze as he hurried to his bathroom.
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