Lanarella | SAM |

[Lana Louise Evans]

Lana never believed in things like this. A crappy way to live, or have a love life more specifically, but these moments she was having were something she only thought you would see in movies. Really cheesy movies, like crazy Cameron Diaz kinda stuff. Those moments that everyone wishes for in life, but it never comes. Maybe if you don't expect it to come, then it will. Because she was sure a bunch of teenage girl crazies would be sitting behind the screen with all the 'awes' and 'ahs'. Something that Lana never did because - it might sound stupid, but she never believed in love. She never thought that it was possible, because love never lasts. There is the unconditional love like her parents, her brothers and her cousins. Then their is created love, bonds between people that make them fall in love. Every girl dreams of the Prince Charming, but she though he was either dead or gay. Lana had had her history of partners from the first to the present, and nothing ended out well. How about we take a look at Lana Evans' crazy partners. There was Max, the star quarterback turned cheerleader because he wanted to get laid. Typical guys right? But then they became fairies because of Poppy's crazy uncle who summoned fairy magic from the purple moon to turn them into - fairies. A big mistake, and after a demon killed half the squad they went their separate ways. The last she heard of Max he had transfered somewhere to get a football scholarship. So, that was a bust. Then their was Gabriel which was a mistake waiting to happen. Two days of heaven leading into Hell, and only a few days ago she tried to kill the prick. Then their was the brief little meeting she had with an under-ground fighting demon named Shane, which was an amazing night but he disappeared like off of the face of the Earth. But now - there was him.

Maybe it was a journey or some cliched crap like that. These events in her life, little mistakes and experiences that have lead to - him. To this moment, right now. All the pain she had endured, the loss and the grief. The torment, the fighting and the sacrifice. But now, Lana was indestructable. She was stronger, inside and out. She had her own individuality and self-importance. She knew who she was now. And through all of this, she had found herself with him. The man she had worked so hard to save was with her, in his bedroom after everything that had happened downstairs. She was sure Mari was in bed, and Michael was off being an angel somewhere, and it was just them. Lana had even met the polite little butler of Mari's, so now as she stood in his room she looked down at him. It was a perfect moment, but she didn't want to jinx it. They couldn't keep their hands off of eachother for the past few hours. It was like Lana was a wall between Samael and Sam, trying to hold onto her to keep himself safe. Lana wasn't one to believe in miracles, so she just wanted to hold onto him encase - encase he went away again, and the darkness inside came out. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she stood and looked down at his warm eyes. One hand was on his shoulder, but her other one wouldn't stop touching him. Soft fingertips ran down his defined jaw line, up to his chin. Her thumb then touched his lips gently. She wanted to feel every curve, every strong angle of this man because - just maybe - it wouldn't last. And if it didn't, Lana wasn't sure if she could deal with that.

"When I was little, maybe around ten years old, my mom used to tell me stories everynight. She didn't read them because evil witches and wolves was kind of real to them, but she would tell me stories. Stories of the amazing things that would happen in my life. About how I will find friends, find wealth, find happiness - and find love. She told me the story of a princess, Lanarella who grows up to be beautiful, and meets her one true love". She told him, smirking slightly at her mother's pun. Her mother was so creative, so open-minded and caring. But she knew the truth, and Lana only realized now that these stories weren't cliched fairytales - they were advice. Thanks mom. "She told me that - things wouldn't always be perfect, that not everything will work out. But one day, through the good and the bad that Lanarella would find her Prince Charming - - - and then everything will get that little bit better". Thinking of her mother, remembering the exact tone that her mother had used, the exactly words that had assured Lana that everything would be okay. It was hard to go everyday, doing exactly what they did. She just wished that she could have given these powers to them - then they wouldn't be dead. But she was also doing what they wanted her to do, and at least she could think of that - and remember them forever. Looking down at Sam, a tear leaked from her eyes so delicately and fell off of her cheek. "Sorry". She said as she wiped the trail and sucked it up, her faux vasity jacket drapped over a chair as Lana looked down slightly. Classic Lana, making the perfect moments less then with reminising on her shit life. But the question was if Sam would understand, or not?

[Samael Sinclaire]

He had actually swept her into his arms and brought her into his room, kissing her the whole way. He was somewhat surprised that he did not trip over anything, but he had a feeling that the house itself, in all of its enigmatic power, had something to do with that. But the moment the door closed behind them, they were alone and Samael learned the true meaning of love in the form of the beautiful young girl who managed to remove the torment and scars from his own soul. In some odd way, when he was with her, he was no longer Samael, the Vengeance Demon, who sought to become completely demon and take over the Fifth Sphere. He was not filled with hatred, nor rage, and did not seek to kill. In truth, Lana made him feel no desire to harm another living thing with her in his presence. No. Samael was not present when she was with him. It was just...Sam. Samuel Sinclaire, the human that was underneath the angry demon. The blood that was on the demon's hands was washed away by her healing power.

As she stood before him, looking down at his eyes, he was looking up at her's, his own eyes filled with a sort of compassion that was never seen in him before, not even when he was a child. It was like looking at an angel for the first time, and seeing the splendor of Heaven. His hand was covering her hand on his shoulder, caressing it softly with his, while his other hand was around her waist, pulling her closer to him. As she told him of her childhood, he smiled as he listened to her telling of the story that her mother told her. After she finished, he placed a hand on the side of her face, and rubbed his thumb against her cheek softly. “I was never aware that there was such things as love before this,” he said softly, “I used to think that everyone was inherently evil, and there was nothing but pain and suffering in one's life...I shut myself out of the world, did not want to believe that things could ever be better. I was ready to accept my place, and who I was. I felt that humanity was at one point a sign of weakness.” He stood up, and pulled her close to him, wiping the long tear from her face.

He smiled again as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead softly. “But then you healed me and allowed me to feel something that I never would have thought was possible.” He placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head up to face him, and his smile. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and share everything with you.” He continued, “I'm done with my old life, as long as you're in my new one.” Pulling her closer, he kissed her lips softly, and laid down on the bed, puller her down with him, smiling softly.

[Lana Louise Evans]

When she was with him, it seemed that the feeling of being cold and alone was dismissed forever. That being in his presence, being this close to him and being the only one that he wants was the greatest sensation known to man - or fae. She felt his warm hand caressing hers, his strong yet gentle touch going from her hand, and through her whole body with his hand around her waist as she looked down at him. Those weren't the eyes of a killer, but a man full of compassion and hinting with pain. Pain of what he had no control over; the darkness within that welled up inside him for the past who knows how many years, but he was saved. More then that, he was saved with her. Nothing in the world mattered anymore. The pain she had endured, the fighting and stopping the end of the world meant nothing when you don't have someone to continue on with. Lana had found that guy, a guy that is now not afraid to show his true face of emotions and passion, a guy who doesn't hold back with his new-found understanding of love - but embraces it. A guy that is able to adore her, and allow Lana to let the feeling be mutual. Lanarella had found that guy, and she never wanted to let go. But it seemed that she could still let her past haunt her and the pain of her parent's death get to her, but Samael didn't hesitate on trying to make her feel better. He understood, and that was definitely a good sign. When his hand touched her cheek, she closed her eyes and let out a breath, her own hand touching his as she nuzzled into his palm, opening her eyes as he spoke. She didn't think of how hard it would be for him, the fact that with no morality or values that this feeling would see really new. When he spoke to her, she looked deep into his eyes and didn't break her gaze as he rose to his feet, pulling her closer as she was the one now to look up at him.

He wipped the tear from her eye before wrapping his strong arms around her. She had never felt more safe or loved ever before, and as her own arms wrapped around him. Once again, warmth and love washed over her as he warm lips touched her forehead, and she smiled herself after seeing his cute smile directed at her. Commemorating her healing him, he touched her chin and tilted her head up as she looked back into his eyes, and then told her what she really wanted to know. Lana could fill her head with questions of: How long will this last? Will he change back? Will she lose all of this again? But after what he just said, such pondering would be pointless. She didn't smile, but he would be able to see how much those words meant to her. "I'm not going anywhere, and I can show you why". Looking down for a second, she took his hand into hers, and placed his warm digits upon her chest to feel her heart beat. Still looking to the hand, she spoke. "Do you feel that?". She then looked back up into his eyes. "Sam, you are the only person in the world that can make my heart beat faster - and slower, at the same time. That is why. Because I have never loved someone so much, and never been as happy as I am here - with you". She told him, now giving him a small smile as her eyes looked to his lips. He pulled her in closer as her lips touched his, closing her eyes as she kissed him gently. Getting more wrapped into his kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him deeper, and deeper as she felt him lay back on the bed. She laid on him, a hand trailing from his neck and down his arm as she propped herself above him, and kissed him.

Breaking from the kiss, she got off for a second as she gently gripped onto the tied scarf around her neck. Pulling it loose, it basically fell off of her neck as she dropped it to the floor. Looking to him, looking at him as if she wanted every piece of him, she slowly pulled the red faux vasity jacket off of her, snaking out of it revealing a tight singlet on her as the jacket followed the scalf onto the floor. She looked at him seductively, on her knees on the bed and looking over at him. Behind her, her shoes dropped to the floor along with her socks as she looked over at him again. Lana knew that tonight, Sam and Lana were going to make love for the first time, and it wasn't skanky like with Shane or naive like with Gabriel. It was true, and she then crawled over back to him, her hand laying onto his right peck delicately as she leaned in and kissed him again, laying next to him with her top half of her torso on him as she kissed him. Some people in the world go there whole lives without finding their soul-mate. Lana must be so lucky to have found hers, and if she knows what is good for her, she won't let Sam slip through her fingers. Saved men like Sam are one in a million, but Lana was a definite believer in love now.

[Samael Sinclaire]

He kissed her again, as she gave him reason to know why she would never leave him. “Then I have already accomplished the greatest goal that I could dream of.” he said softly. Sitting up, he watched as she removed her scarf, and then her jacket, followed by her shoes. Samael's heart began to beat harder and harder as he looked at her, savoring everything about her as he telekinetically unfastened his belt, ever-so slightly, deciding to let her finish the work as she approached. As she came closer and closer towards him though, he soon pulled her up to him and kissed her softly.

It was as if he could not stop now. Though he could not help but think about how it was in the beginning, when they were both hell bent on trying to destroy each other, and now they could not get enough of one another. He thought for the longest time about it as he held her close to him, and could not help but think about the irony of it all. But now things were not just good, they were going great. He was Superman, and she was Lois Lane...not that he would get the reference, but if he did, he would probably smile at that too.

“This...may come as a shock to you Lana...” he whispered with a heavy breath, kissing her and breaking it to hold her close as he undid her singlet, pulling her in closer, “You...will most definitely be my first.” As Samael said the words, he thought to himself, No wonder I have been so psychotic...I've never even BOTHERED to look for this... Samael held her closer and leaned in to kiss her neck, just above the collarbone, nipping ever-so-lightly on her skin breathing hot breath down her neck.

[Lana Louise Evans]

When she felt his fingers undoing her singlet, it fell over one shoulder and hung off of her loosely as she looked to the man in front of her, kissing her. She felt his breath against her as a strong arm pulled her in more. She didn't feel like the freak that couldn't get hurt right now. She didn't feel like a hunter, a fairy or anything like that. She just felt like a girl, showing how she feels to a guy who she cares about. For the first tiem in her life, she felt like a normal girl. There wasn't any kind of pending appocolypse or emergency, it was like time was stopping still for them. When he said this would come as a shock, her eyes lit up slightly. What did he mean? Was he a woman? She looked at him, but could only expect the worse. For the last few hours to have been a game for Samael and he wasn't healed, and was about to rip her still beating heart out and bite into it. "It's okay, you can tell me". She assured him, but what he said would have had to have been the most surprising - and most adorable thing that she had ever heard.

Sam was a virgin? Lana just guessed that when you wreak havoc for centuries, you are naturally going to be a horn dog. But apparently not, if you are in hell then sex is out of the question. Lana didn't laugh, or giggle or anything. But basically saw it as the most romantic thing she had ever heard. He was so cute, especially when she was getting ready he seemed so nervous and concerned. But by telling her, he was a complete gentlemen. "That's more then amazing". She told him and felt him pull her in closer. She swung her leg over his waste as she sat on his lap, perched up as he took initiative. His soft lips nibbled her neck as she ran her hands through the back of his hair, moaning as his warm breath ran over her tinted skin, her arms wrapped around him and never letting go. It was driving her wild as her singlet soon fell off of her body, dismissed to the side. Lana slept with Sam that night, and she would be lying if she said it wasn't the best night of her whole existence.

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Okay, Mari did say a little while back that the house kinda did things, but when the house was a natural alarm clock it was kinda eery. With a white sheet drapped over her torso, the curtains were pulled open to shine the sunlight down on her face. It glowed against her skin, the light burning her closed eyes as they slowly opened up. Flickering, she realized that she had managed to sleep. Usually being exhilirated and overwhelmed meant she was not going to get any sleep, but she slept like a baby. Now the sun was up and she had to be too, sadly she had to go to school. She really missed her Summer break right about now, but she had to go to school. Her pink and blonde hair still kind of neat but screaming 'SLEPT HAIR', Lana sat up. Her legs dangled off of the side of the bed as she looked out the window. The view was amazing, and she finally started getting the flashback of last night. Skin against skin, breath against breath. She was amazed at what happened, and how good it was. She finally connected with someone. Speaking of, where was that someone. Lana turned her head to see if Sam was there, or not.

[Samael Sinclaire]

Sam was sound asleep once he knew that Lana was. Truth be told, he did not want to go to sleep. He was more wrapped around her than he was with sleeping, wanting to believe that everything that had happened was just not a dream, but reality. In all actuality, he was somewhat afraid of what would happen. If his demonic tendencies would manifest, and he would become the murderer that he was known as once more. When he did fall asleep, he dreamed. Dreamed of Hell, the faces of his victims, and of the very thing that he was inside. Sam was still a demon, even if he had a soul, and all it took was for him to feel that emptiness again, and he would not just be Sam, but rather Samael instead. The Vengeance Demon in the flesh.

But with Lana, he did not have to worry about that. He did not have to worry about his demonic tendencies coming up. She was the light on the dark side of his heart. The light that caused the darkness to retreat somewhere cramped and tight, making it difficult to come out. He was glad that it was her that saved his soul before it was gone for good.

He woke up momentarily, getting out of bed and walking over to a window that gave a terrific view of the forest that surrounded the mansion, and the night sky. The stars shined bright, and it was as if he could see his entire future within them, in a weird sort of way, and he knew that there were more dark times ahead, but he would be ready for it. They, both Lana and he, would be ready for it. Turning around, he was back in bed before the sun began to rise and he laid there momentarily for a little while longer, until the house woke them both up. He looked over to her, as she sat up and dangled her legs over the bed. Softly, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck gently. “Good morning.” he said, softly.