Lacuna ¹

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Amélie was extremely flustered when the two pulled away from their passionate kiss. Her cheeks were flushed red, almost red as a tomato, and her lips were slightly swollen and bruised by Benedict's own lips. Benedict widely grinned at his beloveds flustered state, a swelling feeling of pride fill his chest for being the one who had caused that to the beautiful woman that stood before him that many boys would adore to have as their lover, but they couldn't because Amélie was all his.

Amélie buried her face in Benedict's chest out of slight embarrassment. "Tu as dû m'embrasser au milieu de la cafétéria? (You had to kiss me in the middle of the cafeteria?)"

Benedict almost let out a bark of a laugh as he heard his beloveds mumbles. "Comment ne pourais-je pas? Tu es trop irrésistible ma chérie (How could I not? You are too irresistible my darling)"

Amélie whined into Benedict's chest. Her cheeks tainting a brighter red. "Tu sais toujours comment me flatter (You always know how to flatter me)"

"C'est mon travail, ma chérie (It is my job, my darling)" He chuckled as he pressed a firm kiss to her head of ginger hair.

Amélie could only giggle at her lover. Leaning up on her tippy toes, she pressed a swift kiss to his lips. Benedict was slightly stunned by his beloveds forwardness but he quickly came back to reality as she began tugging him over in the direction of her usual groups table. Walking over to the table it was only Jessica, Angela and the Amélie's cousin he had been hearing so much about throughout the day. As the two lovebirds neared the table step by step the sickening smell of blood became more and more apparent. It made Benedict sick to his stomach but seeing how excited Amélie was to introduce him to her cousin he pushed the feeling of wanting to drain the girl like a bloodbag to the back of his mind as to not distress her for a few moments.

"Benedict I want you to meet my cousin Isabella but she prefers to be called Bella and Bella this is my beloved lover Benedict," Amélie introduced the two with a large smile on her face, hoping her cousin liked Benedict as much as Charlie did. They sat in the empty chairs of the table.

"Benedict?" Bella asked. A small somewhat flirtatious smile spreading across her face. "Can I call you Ben?"

Angela and Jessica gave the girl a warning side eye while Amélie shifted slightly on her feet, not enjoying how Bella was acting with her lover. With Benedict immediately noticing Amélie's quiet stature after Bella's question and her fiddling of her fingers, he took immediate action. "No, you are to call me Benedict much like everyone else, only my beloved gets to call me such names and just for your information my actual nickname is Bene, not Ben."

Bella's mouth fell open in shock. "Oh."

Jessica and Angela grinned in triumph at the effect Benedict's words had on Bella. Aftercall she deserved them. Amélie could also be found trying to hide her grin. She looked up at Benedict who was already looking down at her with a soft smile and sparkling golden eyes. She couldn't help but peck his lips in that moment but as soon as she pulled away she saw his eyes flicker slightly. From their usual liquid gold to a deadly black. Amélie furrowed her brows and raised her palm to Benedict's face, caressing his cheek lightly with her fingertips. It was only then did his liquid gold eyes come seeping back. All the while Jessica and Angela were talking with Bella - or we'll trying to - while Bella stared directly at the two with a raised eyebrow, wondering what was happening between the two so suddenly.

"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas mon amour? (What is wrong my love?)" Amélie whispered to Benedict.

"Je vais vous le dire dans un instant. Pouvons-nous aller à notre place? (I will tell you in a moment. Can we go to our spot?)" Benedict whispered back, trying not to catch Bella's attention but she was already staring directly at them in an intense stare.