" it is a real meal... it's still blood. "
there's a soft exhale, looking down at the mostly empty pouch before shrugging, " i'm old enough to know what i need... i don't even want this... and if you're older than 60, well... good for you, i guess. many vampires prefer bags. "
looking over at @CHAlNG4NG with pure exhaustion on her features. a soft exhale after.
it... it causes me pain when i lie to them... or when i tell them no and then... then it gives them control.
( a small grunt, hands rubbing at the pain under her skin... pain that can't be soothed )
or... or when i talk about it. it hurts so bad.
this... it's fine. i'm fine.
if they knew i was with someone, they're less likely to ask questions.
less likely to use the pact.
( another hiss and a wince )
but if you don't want involved, you don't have to... i can survive them. they don't want me dead, they won't let me die. i'm just... i'm just tired.
they... use me...
( there's a small smile then a shrug )
wouldn't you use a vampire for your illegal activities?
( pain coursed through her, a hiss and her eyes close... soon after, her body tensed and then relaxed )
so, i wish they did... i wished they ignored me.
( there's a look given )
like they'd care...
( then a roll of her eyes )
i'll just go, it's not a big deal, i guess. who knows, maybe they'll ignore me.
oh... it would have been nice to have an excuse to not go to the company halloween party...
it's alright. i wouldn't want to intrude.
human children pretending to be what i am while begging for candy from me? as though i had the right to chose?
what's not to love, right?
ᅠᅠTHE SANGUINAᅠᅠ retweeted
very hesitantly digging her fangs into a bloodbag, finally after days of refusing to drink… she hates it, it’s so obvious she hates it especially as samara can’t stop herself from gulping in the blood after tasting it on her tongue.
a few tears falling as she drinks.
there's a snarl that leaves her the moment she hears a voice... if it was up to her, she wouldn't even be drinking this, she would be withering away to nothing without blood at all.
but that pact...
slowly the blood pouch was pulled from her lips, " i'm older than you. "
very hesitantly digging her fangs into a bloodbag, finally after days of refusing to drink… she hates it, it’s so obvious she hates it especially as samara can’t stop herself from gulping in the blood after tasting it on her tongue.
a few tears falling as she drinks.
sniffing the air as if samara smells something entrancing before her gaze snaps to the reader.
" . . . you're bleeding. "













