Log: Anita goes furry!
...with Valen and Henry. Warnings for ooze, random nudity, and blood-drinking.
Anita has gone back to bed - she’s feeling so very faint, so very cold, her pulse, she knows, has never been this slow in her life. She slugged into bed, and she’s trying to think of the last time she felt this shitty… and it’s slowly dawning on her. She’s been trying to contact Jean-Claude or Richard, still, to know effect - it was a desperate attempt, because it is something now she knows is futile, but, eh, you never know. Effectively, her body is completely giving out - the earlier fits of temperature dropping were nothing more than a presage of that which is coming. She is, truly and effectively, dying. *Is in bed, feeling faint, cold, and curled up in a ball. Shivering, trying to contain it, but it's too late - it's starting. If she doesn't do something fast, she will die, or rampage.*
*has sensed her from down the hall and is heading toward her room rather like a thunderstorm waiting to happen*
*is headed that way as well just to check on her, hasn't noticed (yet) that something is seriously wrong*
*is shivering and curled up in a ball and has no real clue what's going on, but she might sense the boys on the other side. Door's open, by the way.*
*gets there first? and the door opens altogether too quietly* Anita Blake.
*softly, haltingly* Henry.
You're dying. *flatly*
Trying not to. Really. I promise. Hold me, I'm cold, so cold....
*gets to the door and knocks on the frame, before poking his head in* Anita? Are you-- *sees Henry* Oh, sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was-- *looks at Anita, and he can see it now, he's always had that sense* ...here.
HenryFitzroy> *moves to hold her* Oh, God- *looks up, eyes nearly black, at Valen* Who're you?
Valen. I'm a friend of Anita's. *notices the eyes and figures, vampire*
Valen.... *faint smile* He's my friend.
*is half-delirious, trying not to morph in the Mansion*
*short nod, tense* *brushes some of her hair back* You've gotten worse.
*pause, closes door so that conversation doesn't leak into the hall* A lot worse. Anita, please, let me help you.
What is this? *at Valen, worried, and that's why he might sound snappish*
*mildly lucid for a moment, eyes open, her hand is... well, nails are growing, and they look halted in their transformation. Then again. Then a halt. She's trying to hold it.* Valen...
*looks down and smells it, really smells it, for the first time* You need to get outside.
She's dying and she won't let me give her anything to help her. *his eyes haven't left Anita and he notices the nails, takes a sharp breath in surprise*
Anita - goddamn you, you stupid woman. *frustrated* *picks her up* She's shapeshifting. I think.
Dammit. The window's quicker, give her to me and I'll take her out that way.
*a moments hesitation, then offers her to Valen, because he's right* I'll be outside.
*Surprisingly, Valen's body warmth helps Anita keep it in, and gives her a moment of lucidity* Oh god. What the... *sees her hand.* Shit.
*quickly opens the window and takes Anita in his arms* We'll meet you there. *holds her close to his chest and promptly jumps out the window...to land neatly and gently on the ground below. being half Danae has benefits*
*is outside just a few moments later - vampire speed is cool*
*would be impressed by both if she weren't half-dead*
*growls a little, looking at her* Away from the building. Trees are probably a good idea. Mother of God, Anita... *muttered*
Shh... handsome. I'll be /fine/. *With surprising authority and cheekiness*
Good idea. *starts that way, still cradling her to his chest, trying not to look as worried and afraid as he is for her*
*shuts up, trying to contain, for now. She's morbidly afraid of shifting in Valen's arms and hurting him*
I'll believe that when I see it. *follows him, watching Anita in case she does, fully prepared to knock him out of the way if he has to*
*that's appreciated, he's not any less prone to getting inconveniant holes in him than a regular human*
*another claw pops*
*worrrrried* Set her down. We're close enough.
*is /too/*All right. *kneels to gently lay her on the ground*
*low growl in her throat, though it is still human*
*kneels next to her* Anita, listen to me.
*growls, looking at him, though. She might or not be listening*
You're going to change. You just have to listen to me. I'm going to try not to hurt you. I don't expect you to know me or Valen, but we're going to keep you from hurting yourself or anyone else. All right? *calmly, despite a racing heart*
*very slow nod. Haltingly...* Hurt me if you must. *fangs erupt, are paused by her ultimate control* Henry, I l.. *fangs erupt, the change takes over with a splash. Her clothes rip, her face shifts, and she becomes...*
*takes an involuntary half step back, he's never seen anything like that and even though she's his friend it's disconcerting at best*
*stays where he is, ready to tackle her when she moves*
*we're sorry, Henry, but if you don't move fast enough, you'll be covered in ooze. With a final splash, Anita morphs into a beautiful, very racy... Albino panther. For now.*
*so what? it's Anita.*
AnitaBlake is now known as Anita-Panther
*growls, sniffs, and stalks towards Valen. Because vamps aren't good food.*
*puts his arms around her neck and holds her back. Or tries* *still calmly* Anita.
*tenses and takes a step back toward the trees, is certain that he can get away but isn't entirely sure what she's intending or how much of her is gone at the moment*
*growls, tries to shake off Henry, but there might be less energy than might be expected of a hungry leopard*
*holds onto her, tightly* No, Anita. Not him.
*watches her carefully as he slowly stoops and presses his hand to the ground, checking with his bent for any other people on the grounds to keep her away from*
*looks at Valen. Eyes into eyes. Licks lips, then lets out a growling voice* I know. But I need to hunt.
Then hunt in the woods. There's game aplenty. Deer, rabbits, pheasants...you've hunted there before. You know the trails. *still holding her back*
*looks back at her, searching through the earth with his magic* I can find you deer.
*still growling* Let me go. I won't eat him, Slick.
*ouch. that name again.* *loosens his grip, just slightly, testing that*
*she used it to prove to him that she still is Anita. And the beast is annoyed* *She doesn't move towards Valen.* Where is the deer?
*lets her go but doesn't step back* *looks to Valen*
If you follow me I can show you.
*the leopard might smile, but it means it's showing teeth. Sorry.* That makes you pard.
*stands up* *deep breath of sort of relaxation*
Then come with me. *rises and pushes his loose pants off his hips to bare the rest of the gards, which glow more brightly. He gives Anitapanther a gesture to follow and starts into the trees*
*stays back, following like a ghost just to keep an eye on Anita. in case.*
*actually, the panther leaps on a branch and follows Valen that way - Anita and the beast both have a need for physical exercise*
*watches her as he moves through the woods, staying on the ground and in contact with the earth*
*easily prowls up in the trees, hunger strong and powerful - even if she doesn't want to, the warm body beneath her is /so/ tempting. She has to force herself not to pounce.*
*there /is/ a herd of deer that he is tracking, though, and he moves more quickly as they get closer. she may begin to smell them herself soon*
*that she does, and the moment the scent of meat is on her, she pounces, fast and animal, until, she is well over the herd from her branch. Patiently, she waits for the right prey. She's sooo /hungry/*
*falls back against a tree, a good distance away but somewhere he can still watch everything that happens*
*the deer sense her, avoid the area, even if she's still as hell. One old hag of a beast wanders under the branch. That's all she needs. She pounces. The deer scatter in panic as she lands on her prey.*
*sits at the base of the tree, just watching her*
*might want to be careful with those panicky deer, Valen darling. Meanwhile, in the confusion, claws are on a back, and fangs have been planted vigorously in a throat. And there's bloooooood everywhere.*
*isn't really bothered by blood, and is keeping a wary eye on the deer, don't worry*
*watches carefully from a few trees away, keeping an eye on her*
*very eager proceeds to killing the deer, who is protesting very vehemently thankyouvermuch, but also with no results other than a lot of noise. She tears its throat out, and, oh god, actually chews on the flesh she was grabbing*
....*oh dear. this is hungry Henry trying very hard not to let the Hunger get control because deer are not an option for him thank you*
*is not a deer? ...plz ignore the horrible typist. unless you don't want to ignore.*
*is now joyfully eating the dear - might even be purring as she eats*
*is going to be over here. trying not to kill things. arrrrgh.*
*still eating, very happy. Until... looks up. Growls* What's the matter with /you/? *Because now that she's eaten and morphed, she's 100% healed and better and very aware of her surroundings, even if she could really use a digestive nap right now.*
*too tense* Nothing serious.
*snarls* Liar.
Nothing /unusual/. *that's honest!*
*stalks closer to Valen* We need to go, *a low, low growl.*
*just a little confused by the exchange and surprised by the growling* What's wrong, Anita? *stands*
*stays where he is*
Hungry blood drinker. I told you about those, remember? *looks at Henry, the leopard looks sad*
*jaw set, eyes black, and looking pretty rrrrgh*
You did. *looks at Henry a moment, then gives Anita a long look. satisfied that the look of death she'd had about her before is gone, he nods* Let's go, then.
*hesitates, torn, finally decides...* Hold on. Stay far. I... *she /can't/ leave him this way*
*snarls* Anita, don't you dare.
Anita, what are you planning? *worried because she'd been so sick before she turned*
Nothing. *stalks to Henry. In leopard form, he can't eat her, hehe, so there. And she did tell Valen that morphing had regenerative properties, by the way.* Henry. /What/ are you going to do?
*snarls at her, frustrated* You still need to /rest/.
*actually, she's quite fine* Don't coddle me.
*paces jerkily* *he knows that, is just avoiding the question.* I'll be fine.
*pounces on him, growls. The panther is snarlier than Anita* Don't lie to me. I can feel it. *she's been spending too much time with you, sweetie*
*startled, shoves at her* It's not a lie, dammit. I will be.
*shows teeth* Like hell you will. I'm going to morph back, and you're going to feed. *uncompromising, seriously*
*shows teeth right back* /No./
*has a random thought that this must be quite disturbing to Valen* /Yes/ don't let me watch you hurt and not help you. *exactly HIS words to her*
*it's certainly a little bit awkward, standing around watching a domestic dispute*
Next time I feed on someone I'm going to kill. It's not going to be you. *flatly*
leave me just enough to morph back to panther and I'll be fine. *growling*
No, Anita. *pushes at her, trying to get her off again* Not when you've said no before.
*insists, though the leopard's voice may be softer* I didn't know I loved you, then. *a beffuddled pause*
*startled - but stubborner than stubborn* Nonetheless -
*morphs, then and there, on him, and more ooze, we're sorry, and oh, drat, Valen gets to see her naked but now that she's shifted she's less of a prude* /Do it. If you love me./
*not really a big deal, she's never seen a gathering of Danae* *in any case, will be quietly slipping away to let them sort things out alone. gonna go find his pants and then check up on Locke*
*tenses* I can't. *strangled*
Yes you can. *begging* do it. *She's covered in ooze and deer blood, and stark naked. Must be really hard to resist.*
*oh, Anita, it is and has nothing to do with you and he's still pushing it back* /No/-
*this could go on for a while* /Yes. It made you miserable. It makes me miserable. I let you help me, remember? *getting pissed*
That's /different/ dammit and you know it. *not too long - he's pretty damn hungry, and fighting it's already harder than hard*
No it is not. Or are you trying to make me tell you again? *she wraps herself around him, unless he shoves her away with extraordinary force, her neck just up to his fangs.*
*tries once more* Anita - my God, /no/ - *quivers*
Do it. Do it, gods damn it. *presses against him, her lips kissing his ear as she whispers it*
*the softest of snarls and she's far too close, the scent far too strong, so he does, twisting his head and baring his teeth against her neck* I promised you. *softly, but sinks his teeth into her neck with a catch in his breath*
I trust you... *softly before her eyes roll as he bites into her*
*mmm. blood is good. eyes close and he wraps his arms around her almost possessively*
*she takes in his hold, relishes it even as her mind is rolled by the bite. It hurts, but she doesn't make a sound. For you, Henry, and you alone.*
*it's addictive, once he's taken some, has to take more and is almost lost to the Hunger by the singing of her blood*
*the pain is soon replaced by an odd sort of pleasure, and Anita realizes that, oh god, his bite is like Asher's. Orgasmic. There might be a moan escaping her lips.*
*breathing evenly, his world reduced to himself, her, and the feeling of his teeth in her neck, the rhythm of her heartbeat.
*feels herself becoming a bit faint, but holding fast*
*can feel it too, and feel her death calling to him, the desire to take it all, it would be so easy* *tears away and pushes her, hard, away from him* /No./
*tumbles to the ground. Faintly* do you have enough?
I can't - Anita - *tenses, it's all he can do not to lunge after her and take the rest*
Will you be alright? *softly*
Fine. *firmly, and savagely*
*looks at him, trying to determine if he is lying, or not*
*is just going to look back at her stubbornly. might be lying a little, but there is no way he's taking more from her.*
*sighs. She doesn't have that much in her, and she promised Cal she wouldn't die. Splotch. More ooze for you, Henry. You're so going to need a shower. Here's a hungry white leopard again.* Ready?
*will need one anyway to get rid of the smell of her blood* Yes. *stands up, and is not shaky. no*
*Hungry
Anita has gone back to bed - she’s feeling so very faint, so very cold, her pulse, she knows, has never been this slow in her life. She slugged into bed, and she’s trying to think of the last time she felt this shitty… and it’s slowly dawning on her. She’s been trying to contact Jean-Claude or Richard, still, to know effect - it was a desperate attempt, because it is something now she knows is futile, but, eh, you never know. Effectively, her body is completely giving out - the earlier fits of temperature dropping were nothing more than a presage of that which is coming. She is, truly and effectively, dying. *Is in bed, feeling faint, cold, and curled up in a ball. Shivering, trying to contain it, but it's too late - it's starting. If she doesn't do something fast, she will die, or rampage.*
*has sensed her from down the hall and is heading toward her room rather like a thunderstorm waiting to happen*
*is headed that way as well just to check on her, hasn't noticed (yet) that something is seriously wrong*
*is shivering and curled up in a ball and has no real clue what's going on, but she might sense the boys on the other side. Door's open, by the way.*
*gets there first? and the door opens altogether too quietly* Anita Blake.
*softly, haltingly* Henry.
You're dying. *flatly*
Trying not to. Really. I promise. Hold me, I'm cold, so cold....
*gets to the door and knocks on the frame, before poking his head in* Anita? Are you-- *sees Henry* Oh, sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was-- *looks at Anita, and he can see it now, he's always had that sense* ...here.
HenryFitzroy> *moves to hold her* Oh, God- *looks up, eyes nearly black, at Valen* Who're you?
Valen. I'm a friend of Anita's. *notices the eyes and figures, vampire*
Valen.... *faint smile* He's my friend.
*is half-delirious, trying not to morph in the Mansion*
*short nod, tense* *brushes some of her hair back* You've gotten worse.
*pause, closes door so that conversation doesn't leak into the hall* A lot worse. Anita, please, let me help you.
What is this? *at Valen, worried, and that's why he might sound snappish*
*mildly lucid for a moment, eyes open, her hand is... well, nails are growing, and they look halted in their transformation. Then again. Then a halt. She's trying to hold it.* Valen...
*looks down and smells it, really smells it, for the first time* You need to get outside.
She's dying and she won't let me give her anything to help her. *his eyes haven't left Anita and he notices the nails, takes a sharp breath in surprise*
Anita - goddamn you, you stupid woman. *frustrated* *picks her up* She's shapeshifting. I think.
Dammit. The window's quicker, give her to me and I'll take her out that way.
*a moments hesitation, then offers her to Valen, because he's right* I'll be outside.
*Surprisingly, Valen's body warmth helps Anita keep it in, and gives her a moment of lucidity* Oh god. What the... *sees her hand.* Shit.
*quickly opens the window and takes Anita in his arms* We'll meet you there. *holds her close to his chest and promptly jumps out the window...to land neatly and gently on the ground below. being half Danae has benefits*
*is outside just a few moments later - vampire speed is cool*
*would be impressed by both if she weren't half-dead*
*growls a little, looking at her* Away from the building. Trees are probably a good idea. Mother of God, Anita... *muttered*
Shh... handsome. I'll be /fine/. *With surprising authority and cheekiness*
Good idea. *starts that way, still cradling her to his chest, trying not to look as worried and afraid as he is for her*
*shuts up, trying to contain, for now. She's morbidly afraid of shifting in Valen's arms and hurting him*
I'll believe that when I see it. *follows him, watching Anita in case she does, fully prepared to knock him out of the way if he has to*
*that's appreciated, he's not any less prone to getting inconveniant holes in him than a regular human*
*another claw pops*
*worrrrried* Set her down. We're close enough.
*is /too/*All right. *kneels to gently lay her on the ground*
*low growl in her throat, though it is still human*
*kneels next to her* Anita, listen to me.
*growls, looking at him, though. She might or not be listening*
You're going to change. You just have to listen to me. I'm going to try not to hurt you. I don't expect you to know me or Valen, but we're going to keep you from hurting yourself or anyone else. All right? *calmly, despite a racing heart*
*very slow nod. Haltingly...* Hurt me if you must. *fangs erupt, are paused by her ultimate control* Henry, I l.. *fangs erupt, the change takes over with a splash. Her clothes rip, her face shifts, and she becomes...*
*takes an involuntary half step back, he's never seen anything like that and even though she's his friend it's disconcerting at best*
*stays where he is, ready to tackle her when she moves*
*we're sorry, Henry, but if you don't move fast enough, you'll be covered in ooze. With a final splash, Anita morphs into a beautiful, very racy... Albino leopard. For now.*
*so what? it's Anita.*
AnitaBlake is now known as Anita-Leopard
*growls, sniffs, and stalks towards Valen. Because vamps aren't good food.*
*puts his arms around her neck and holds her back. Or tries* *still calmly* Anita.
*tenses and takes a step back toward the trees, is certain that he can get away but isn't entirely sure what she's intending or how much of her is gone at the moment*
*growls, tries to shake off Henry, but there might be less energy than might be expected of a hungry leopard*
*holds onto her, tightly* No, Anita. Not him.
*watches her carefully as he slowly stoops and presses his hand to the ground, checking with his bent for any other people on the grounds to keep her away from*
*looks at Valen. Eyes into eyes. Licks lips, then lets out a growling voice* I know. But I need to hunt.
Then hunt in the woods. There's game aplenty. Deer, rabbits, pheasants...you've hunted there before. You know the trails. *still holding her back*
*looks back at her, searching through the earth with his magic* I can find you deer.
*still growling* Let me go. I won't eat him, Slick.
*ouch. that name again.* *loosens his grip, just slightly, testing that*
*she used it to prove to him that she still is Anita. And the beast is annoyed* *She doesn't move towards Valen.* Where is the deer?
*lets her go but doesn't step back* *looks to Valen*
If you follow me I can show you.
*the leopard might smile, but it means it's showing teeth. Sorry.* That makes you pard.
*stands up* *deep breath of sort of relaxation*
Then come with me. *rises and pushes his loose pants off his hips to bare the rest of the gards, which glow more brightly. He gives Anitaleopard a gesture to follow and starts into the trees*
*stays back, following like a ghost just to keep an eye on Anita. in case.*
*actually, the leopard leaps on a branch and follows Valen that way - Anita and the beast both have a need for physical exercise*
*watches her as he moves through the woods, staying on the ground and in contact with the earth*
*easily prowls up in the trees, hunger strong and powerful - even if she doesn't want to, the warm body beneath her is /so/ tempting. She has to force herself not to pounce.*
*there /is/ a herd of deer that he is tracking, though, and he moves more quickly as they get closer. she may begin to smell them herself soon*
*that she does, and the moment the scent of meat is on her, she pounces, fast and animal, until, she is well over the herd from her branch. Patiently, she waits for the right prey. She's sooo /hungry/*
*falls back against a tree, a good distance away but somewhere he can still watch everything that happens*
*the deer sense her, avoid the area, even if she's still as hell. One old hag of a beast wanders under the branch. That's all she needs. She pounces. The deer scatter in panic as she lands on her prey.*
*sits at the base of the tree, just watching her*
*might want to be careful with those panicky deer, Valen darling. Meanwhile, in the confusion, claws are on a back, and fangs have been planted vigorously in a throat. And there's bloooooood everywhere.*
*isn't really bothered by blood, and is keeping a wary eye on the deer, don't worry*
*watches carefully from a few trees away, keeping an eye on her*
*very eager proceeds to killing the deer, who is protesting very vehemently thankyouvermuch, but also with no results other than a lot of noise. She tears its throat out, and, oh god, actually chews on the flesh she was grabbing*
....*oh dear. this is hungry Henry trying very hard not to let the Hunger get control because deer are not an option for him thank you*
*is not a deer? ...plz ignore the horrible typist. unless you don't want to ignore.*
*is now joyfully eating the dear - might even be purring as she eats*
*is going to be over here. trying not to kill things. arrrrgh.*
*still eating, very happy. Until... looks up. Growls* What's the matter with /you/? *Because now that she's eaten and morphed, she's 100% healed and better and very aware of her surroundings, even if she could really use a digestive nap right now.*
*too tense* Nothing serious.
*snarls* Liar.
Nothing /unusual/. *that's honest!*
*stalks closer to Valen* We need to go, *a low, low growl.*
*just a little confused by the exchange and surprised by the growling* What's wrong, Anita? *stands*
*stays where he is*
Hungry blood drinker. I told you about those, remember? *looks at Henry, the leopard looks sad*
*jaw set, eyes black, and looking pretty rrrrgh*
You did. *looks at Henry a moment, then gives Anita a long look. satisfied that the look of death she'd had about her before is gone, he nods* Let's go, then.
*hesitates, torn, finally decides...* Hold on. Stay far. I... *she /can't/ leave him this way*
*snarls* Anita, don't you dare.
Anita, what are you planning? *worried because she'd been so sick before she turned*
Nothing. *stalks to Henry. In leopard form, he can't eat her, hehe, so there. And she did tell Valen that morphing had regenerative properties, by the way.* Henry. /What/ are you going to do?
*snarls at her, frustrated* You still need to /rest/.
*actually, she's quite fine* Don't coddle me.
*paces jerkily* *he knows that, is just avoiding the question.* I'll be fine.
*pounces on him, growls. The leopard is snarlier than Anita* Don't lie to me. I can feel it. *she's been spending too much time with you, sweetie*
*startled, shoves at her* It's not a lie, dammit. I will be.
*shows teeth* Like hell you will. I'm going to morph back, and you're going to feed. *uncompromising, seriously*
*shows teeth right back* /No./
*has a random thought that this must be quite disturbing to Valen* /Yes/ don't let me watch you hurt and not help you. *exactly HIS words to her*
*it's certainly a little bit awkward, standing around watching a domestic dispute*
Next time I feed on someone I'm going to kill. It's not going to be you. *flatly*
leave me just enough to morph back to leopard and I'll be fine. *growling*
No, Anita. *pushes at her, trying to get her off again* Not when you've said no before.
*insists, though the leopard's voice may be softer* I didn't know I loved you, then. *a beffuddled pause*
*startled - but stubborner than stubborn* Nonetheless -
*morphs, then and there, on him, and more ooze, we're sorry, and oh, drat, Valen gets to see her naked but now that she's shifted she's less of a prude* /Do it. If you love me./
*not really a big deal, she's never seen a gathering of Danae* *in any case, will be quietly slipping away to let them sort things out alone. gonna go find his pants and then check up on Locke*
*tenses* I can't. *strangled*
Yes you can. *begging* do it. *She's covered in ooze and deer blood, and stark naked. Must be really hard to resist.*
*oh, Anita, it is and has nothing to do with you and he's still pushing it back* /No/-
*this could go on for a while* /Yes. It made you miserable. It makes me miserable. I let you help me, remember? *getting pissed*
That's /different/ dammit and you know it. *not too long - he's pretty damn hungry, and fighting it's already harder than hard*
No it is not. Or are you trying to make me tell you again? *she wraps herself around him, unless he shoves her away with extraordinary force, her neck just up to his fangs.*
*tries once more* Anita - my God, /no/ - *quivers*
Do it. Do it, gods damn it. *presses against him, her lips kissing his ear as she whispers it*
*the softest of snarls and she's far too close, the scent far too strong, so he does, twisting his head and baring his teeth against her neck* I promised you. *softly, but sinks his teeth into her neck with a catch in his breath*
I trust you... *softly before her eyes roll as he bites into her*
*mmm. blood is good. eyes close and he wraps his arms around her almost possessively*
*she takes in his hold, relishes it even as her mind is rolled by the bite. It hurts, but she doesn't make a sound. For you, Henry, and you alone.*
*it's addictive, once he's taken some, has to take more and is almost lost to the Hunger by the singing of her blood*
*the pain is soon replaced by an odd sort of pleasure, and Anita realizes that, oh god, his bite is like Asher's. Orgasmic. There might be a moan escaping her lips.*
*breathing evenly, his world reduced to himself, her, and the feeling of his teeth in her neck, the rhythm of her heartbeat.
*feels herself becoming a bit faint, but holding fast*
*can feel it too, and feel her death calling to him, the desire to take it all, it would be so easy* *tears away and pushes her, hard, away from him* /No./
*tumbles to the ground. Faintly* do you have enough?
I can't - Anita - *tenses, it's all he can do not to lunge after her and take the rest*
Will you be alright? *softly*
Fine. *firmly, and savagely*
*looks at him, trying to determine if he is lying, or not*
*is just going to look back at her stubbornly. might be lying a little, but there is no way he's taking more from her.*
*sighs. She doesn't have that much in her, and she promised Cal she wouldn't die. Splotch. More ooze for you, Henry. You're so going to need a shower. Here's a hungry white leopard again.* Ready?
*will need one anyway to get rid of the smell of her blood* Yes. *stands up, and is not shaky. no*
*Hungry, yes. But not impatient this time. The leopard passes by his legs, purring.* Let's go home, handsome.
Anita has gone back to bed - she’s feeling so very faint, so very cold, her pulse, she knows, has never been this slow in her life. She slugged into bed, and she’s trying to think of the last time she felt this shitty… and it’s slowly dawning on her. She’s been trying to contact Jean-Claude or Richard, still, to know effect - it was a desperate attempt, because it is something now she knows is futile, but, eh, you never know. Effectively, her body is completely giving out - the earlier fits of temperature dropping were nothing more than a presage of that which is coming. She is, truly and effectively, dying. *Is in bed, feeling faint, cold, and curled up in a ball. Shivering, trying to contain it, but it's too late - it's starting. If she doesn't do something fast, she will die, or rampage.*
*has sensed her from down the hall and is heading toward her room rather like a thunderstorm waiting to happen*
*is headed that way as well just to check on her, hasn't noticed (yet) that something is seriously wrong*
*is shivering and curled up in a ball and has no real clue what's going on, but she might sense the boys on the other side. Door's open, by the way.*
*gets there first? and the door opens altogether too quietly* Anita Blake.
*softly, haltingly* Henry.
You're dying. *flatly*
Trying not to. Really. I promise. Hold me, I'm cold, so cold....
*gets to the door and knocks on the frame, before poking his head in* Anita? Are you-- *sees Henry* Oh, sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was-- *looks at Anita, and he can see it now, he's always had that sense* ...here.
HenryFitzroy> *moves to hold her* Oh, God- *looks up, eyes nearly black, at Valen* Who're you?
Valen. I'm a friend of Anita's. *notices the eyes and figures, vampire*
Valen.... *faint smile* He's my friend.
*is half-delirious, trying not to morph in the Mansion*
*short nod, tense* *brushes some of her hair back* You've gotten worse.
*pause, closes door so that conversation doesn't leak into the hall* A lot worse. Anita, please, let me help you.
What is this? *at Valen, worried, and that's why he might sound snappish*
*mildly lucid for a moment, eyes open, her hand is... well, nails are growing, and they look halted in their transformation. Then again. Then a halt. She's trying to hold it.* Valen...
*looks down and smells it, really smells it, for the first time* You need to get outside.
She's dying and she won't let me give her anything to help her. *his eyes haven't left Anita and he notices the nails, takes a sharp breath in surprise*
Anita - goddamn you, you stupid woman. *frustrated* *picks her up* She's shapeshifting. I think.
Dammit. The window's quicker, give her to me and I'll take her out that way.
*a moments hesitation, then offers her to Valen, because he's right* I'll be outside.
*Surprisingly, Valen's body warmth helps Anita keep it in, and gives her a moment of lucidity* Oh god. What the... *sees her hand.* Shit.
*quickly opens the window and takes Anita in his arms* We'll meet you there. *holds her close to his chest and promptly jumps out the window...to land neatly and gently on the ground below. being half Danae has benefits*
*is outside just a few moments later - vampire speed is cool*
*would be impressed by both if she weren't half-dead*
*growls a little, looking at her* Away from the building. Trees are probably a good idea. Mother of God, Anita... *muttered*
Shh... handsome. I'll be /fine/. *With surprising authority and cheekiness*
Good idea. *starts that way, still cradling her to his chest, trying not to look as worried and afraid as he is for her*
*shuts up, trying to contain, for now. She's morbidly afraid of shifting in Valen's arms and hurting him*
I'll believe that when I see it. *follows him, watching Anita in case she does, fully prepared to knock him out of the way if he has to*
*that's appreciated, he's not any less prone to getting inconveniant holes in him than a regular human*
*another claw pops*
*worrrrried* Set her down. We're close enough.
*is /too/*All right. *kneels to gently lay her on the ground*
*low growl in her throat, though it is still human*
*kneels next to her* Anita, listen to me.
*growls, looking at him, though. She might or not be listening*
You're going to change. You just have to listen to me. I'm going to try not to hurt you. I don't expect you to know me or Valen, but we're going to keep you from hurting yourself or anyone else. All right? *calmly, despite a racing heart*
*very slow nod. Haltingly...* Hurt me if you must. *fangs erupt, are paused by her ultimate control* Henry, I l.. *fangs erupt, the change takes over with a splash. Her clothes rip, her face shifts, and she becomes...*
*takes an involuntary half step back, he's never seen anything like that and even though she's his friend it's disconcerting at best*
*stays where he is, ready to tackle her when she moves*
*we're sorry, Henry, but if you don't move fast enough, you'll be covered in ooze. With a final splash, Anita morphs into a beautiful, very racy... Albino panther. For now.*
*so what? it's Anita.*
AnitaBlake is now known as Anita-Panther
*growls, sniffs, and stalks towards Valen. Because vamps aren't good food.*
*puts his arms around her neck and holds her back. Or tries* *still calmly* Anita.
*tenses and takes a step back toward the trees, is certain that he can get away but isn't entirely sure what she's intending or how much of her is gone at the moment*
*growls, tries to shake off Henry, but there might be less energy than might be expected of a hungry leopard*
*holds onto her, tightly* No, Anita. Not him.
*watches her carefully as he slowly stoops and presses his hand to the ground, checking with his bent for any other people on the grounds to keep her away from*
*looks at Valen. Eyes into eyes. Licks lips, then lets out a growling voice* I know. But I need to hunt.
Then hunt in the woods. There's game aplenty. Deer, rabbits, pheasants...you've hunted there before. You know the trails. *still holding her back*
*looks back at her, searching through the earth with his magic* I can find you deer.
*still growling* Let me go. I won't eat him, Slick.
*ouch. that name again.* *loosens his grip, just slightly, testing that*
*she used it to prove to him that she still is Anita. And the beast is annoyed* *She doesn't move towards Valen.* Where is the deer?
*lets her go but doesn't step back* *looks to Valen*
If you follow me I can show you.
*the leopard might smile, but it means it's showing teeth. Sorry.* That makes you pard.
*stands up* *deep breath of sort of relaxation*
Then come with me. *rises and pushes his loose pants off his hips to bare the rest of the gards, which glow more brightly. He gives Anitapanther a gesture to follow and starts into the trees*
*stays back, following like a ghost just to keep an eye on Anita. in case.*
*actually, the panther leaps on a branch and follows Valen that way - Anita and the beast both have a need for physical exercise*
*watches her as he moves through the woods, staying on the ground and in contact with the earth*
*easily prowls up in the trees, hunger strong and powerful - even if she doesn't want to, the warm body beneath her is /so/ tempting. She has to force herself not to pounce.*
*there /is/ a herd of deer that he is tracking, though, and he moves more quickly as they get closer. she may begin to smell them herself soon*
*that she does, and the moment the scent of meat is on her, she pounces, fast and animal, until, she is well over the herd from her branch. Patiently, she waits for the right prey. She's sooo /hungry/*
*falls back against a tree, a good distance away but somewhere he can still watch everything that happens*
*the deer sense her, avoid the area, even if she's still as hell. One old hag of a beast wanders under the branch. That's all she needs. She pounces. The deer scatter in panic as she lands on her prey.*
*sits at the base of the tree, just watching her*
*might want to be careful with those panicky deer, Valen darling. Meanwhile, in the confusion, claws are on a back, and fangs have been planted vigorously in a throat. And there's bloooooood everywhere.*
*isn't really bothered by blood, and is keeping a wary eye on the deer, don't worry*
*watches carefully from a few trees away, keeping an eye on her*
*very eager proceeds to killing the deer, who is protesting very vehemently thankyouvermuch, but also with no results other than a lot of noise. She tears its throat out, and, oh god, actually chews on the flesh she was grabbing*
....*oh dear. this is hungry Henry trying very hard not to let the Hunger get control because deer are not an option for him thank you*
*is not a deer? ...plz ignore the horrible typist. unless you don't want to ignore.*
*is now joyfully eating the dear - might even be purring as she eats*
*is going to be over here. trying not to kill things. arrrrgh.*
*still eating, very happy. Until... looks up. Growls* What's the matter with /you/? *Because now that she's eaten and morphed, she's 100% healed and better and very aware of her surroundings, even if she could really use a digestive nap right now.*
*too tense* Nothing serious.
*snarls* Liar.
Nothing /unusual/. *that's honest!*
*stalks closer to Valen* We need to go, *a low, low growl.*
*just a little confused by the exchange and surprised by the growling* What's wrong, Anita? *stands*
*stays where he is*
Hungry blood drinker. I told you about those, remember? *looks at Henry, the leopard looks sad*
*jaw set, eyes black, and looking pretty rrrrgh*
You did. *looks at Henry a moment, then gives Anita a long look. satisfied that the look of death she'd had about her before is gone, he nods* Let's go, then.
*hesitates, torn, finally decides...* Hold on. Stay far. I... *she /can't/ leave him this way*
*snarls* Anita, don't you dare.
Anita, what are you planning? *worried because she'd been so sick before she turned*
Nothing. *stalks to Henry. In leopard form, he can't eat her, hehe, so there. And she did tell Valen that morphing had regenerative properties, by the way.* Henry. /What/ are you going to do?
*snarls at her, frustrated* You still need to /rest/.
*actually, she's quite fine* Don't coddle me.
*paces jerkily* *he knows that, is just avoiding the question.* I'll be fine.
*pounces on him, growls. The panther is snarlier than Anita* Don't lie to me. I can feel it. *she's been spending too much time with you, sweetie*
*startled, shoves at her* It's not a lie, dammit. I will be.
*shows teeth* Like hell you will. I'm going to morph back, and you're going to feed. *uncompromising, seriously*
*shows teeth right back* /No./
*has a random thought that this must be quite disturbing to Valen* /Yes/ don't let me watch you hurt and not help you. *exactly HIS words to her*
*it's certainly a little bit awkward, standing around watching a domestic dispute*
Next time I feed on someone I'm going to kill. It's not going to be you. *flatly*
leave me just enough to morph back to panther and I'll be fine. *growling*
No, Anita. *pushes at her, trying to get her off again* Not when you've said no before.
*insists, though the leopard's voice may be softer* I didn't know I loved you, then. *a beffuddled pause*
*startled - but stubborner than stubborn* Nonetheless -
*morphs, then and there, on him, and more ooze, we're sorry, and oh, drat, Valen gets to see her naked but now that she's shifted she's less of a prude* /Do it. If you love me./
*not really a big deal, she's never seen a gathering of Danae* *in any case, will be quietly slipping away to let them sort things out alone. gonna go find his pants and then check up on Locke*
*tenses* I can't. *strangled*
Yes you can. *begging* do it. *She's covered in ooze and deer blood, and stark naked. Must be really hard to resist.*
*oh, Anita, it is and has nothing to do with you and he's still pushing it back* /No/-
*this could go on for a while* /Yes. It made you miserable. It makes me miserable. I let you help me, remember? *getting pissed*
That's /different/ dammit and you know it. *not too long - he's pretty damn hungry, and fighting it's already harder than hard*
No it is not. Or are you trying to make me tell you again? *she wraps herself around him, unless he shoves her away with extraordinary force, her neck just up to his fangs.*
*tries once more* Anita - my God, /no/ - *quivers*
Do it. Do it, gods damn it. *presses against him, her lips kissing his ear as she whispers it*
*the softest of snarls and she's far too close, the scent far too strong, so he does, twisting his head and baring his teeth against her neck* I promised you. *softly, but sinks his teeth into her neck with a catch in his breath*
I trust you... *softly before her eyes roll as he bites into her*
*mmm. blood is good. eyes close and he wraps his arms around her almost possessively*
*she takes in his hold, relishes it even as her mind is rolled by the bite. It hurts, but she doesn't make a sound. For you, Henry, and you alone.*
*it's addictive, once he's taken some, has to take more and is almost lost to the Hunger by the singing of her blood*
*the pain is soon replaced by an odd sort of pleasure, and Anita realizes that, oh god, his bite is like Asher's. Orgasmic. There might be a moan escaping her lips.*
*breathing evenly, his world reduced to himself, her, and the feeling of his teeth in her neck, the rhythm of her heartbeat.
*feels herself becoming a bit faint, but holding fast*
*can feel it too, and feel her death calling to him, the desire to take it all, it would be so easy* *tears away and pushes her, hard, away from him* /No./
*tumbles to the ground. Faintly* do you have enough?
I can't - Anita - *tenses, it's all he can do not to lunge after her and take the rest*
Will you be alright? *softly*
Fine. *firmly, and savagely*
*looks at him, trying to determine if he is lying, or not*
*is just going to look back at her stubbornly. might be lying a little, but there is no way he's taking more from her.*
*sighs. She doesn't have that much in her, and she promised Cal she wouldn't die. Splotch. More ooze for you, Henry. You're so going to need a shower. Here's a hungry white leopard again.* Ready?
*will need one anyway to get rid of the smell of her blood* Yes. *stands up, and is not shaky. no*
*Hungry
Anita has gone back to bed - she’s feeling so very faint, so very cold, her pulse, she knows, has never been this slow in her life. She slugged into bed, and she’s trying to think of the last time she felt this shitty… and it’s slowly dawning on her. She’s been trying to contact Jean-Claude or Richard, still, to know effect - it was a desperate attempt, because it is something now she knows is futile, but, eh, you never know. Effectively, her body is completely giving out - the earlier fits of temperature dropping were nothing more than a presage of that which is coming. She is, truly and effectively, dying. *Is in bed, feeling faint, cold, and curled up in a ball. Shivering, trying to contain it, but it's too late - it's starting. If she doesn't do something fast, she will die, or rampage.*
*has sensed her from down the hall and is heading toward her room rather like a thunderstorm waiting to happen*
*is headed that way as well just to check on her, hasn't noticed (yet) that something is seriously wrong*
*is shivering and curled up in a ball and has no real clue what's going on, but she might sense the boys on the other side. Door's open, by the way.*
*gets there first? and the door opens altogether too quietly* Anita Blake.
*softly, haltingly* Henry.
You're dying. *flatly*
Trying not to. Really. I promise. Hold me, I'm cold, so cold....
*gets to the door and knocks on the frame, before poking his head in* Anita? Are you-- *sees Henry* Oh, sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was-- *looks at Anita, and he can see it now, he's always had that sense* ...here.
HenryFitzroy> *moves to hold her* Oh, God- *looks up, eyes nearly black, at Valen* Who're you?
Valen. I'm a friend of Anita's. *notices the eyes and figures, vampire*
Valen.... *faint smile* He's my friend.
*is half-delirious, trying not to morph in the Mansion*
*short nod, tense* *brushes some of her hair back* You've gotten worse.
*pause, closes door so that conversation doesn't leak into the hall* A lot worse. Anita, please, let me help you.
What is this? *at Valen, worried, and that's why he might sound snappish*
*mildly lucid for a moment, eyes open, her hand is... well, nails are growing, and they look halted in their transformation. Then again. Then a halt. She's trying to hold it.* Valen...
*looks down and smells it, really smells it, for the first time* You need to get outside.
She's dying and she won't let me give her anything to help her. *his eyes haven't left Anita and he notices the nails, takes a sharp breath in surprise*
Anita - goddamn you, you stupid woman. *frustrated* *picks her up* She's shapeshifting. I think.
Dammit. The window's quicker, give her to me and I'll take her out that way.
*a moments hesitation, then offers her to Valen, because he's right* I'll be outside.
*Surprisingly, Valen's body warmth helps Anita keep it in, and gives her a moment of lucidity* Oh god. What the... *sees her hand.* Shit.
*quickly opens the window and takes Anita in his arms* We'll meet you there. *holds her close to his chest and promptly jumps out the window...to land neatly and gently on the ground below. being half Danae has benefits*
*is outside just a few moments later - vampire speed is cool*
*would be impressed by both if she weren't half-dead*
*growls a little, looking at her* Away from the building. Trees are probably a good idea. Mother of God, Anita... *muttered*
Shh... handsome. I'll be /fine/. *With surprising authority and cheekiness*
Good idea. *starts that way, still cradling her to his chest, trying not to look as worried and afraid as he is for her*
*shuts up, trying to contain, for now. She's morbidly afraid of shifting in Valen's arms and hurting him*
I'll believe that when I see it. *follows him, watching Anita in case she does, fully prepared to knock him out of the way if he has to*
*that's appreciated, he's not any less prone to getting inconveniant holes in him than a regular human*
*another claw pops*
*worrrrried* Set her down. We're close enough.
*is /too/*All right. *kneels to gently lay her on the ground*
*low growl in her throat, though it is still human*
*kneels next to her* Anita, listen to me.
*growls, looking at him, though. She might or not be listening*
You're going to change. You just have to listen to me. I'm going to try not to hurt you. I don't expect you to know me or Valen, but we're going to keep you from hurting yourself or anyone else. All right? *calmly, despite a racing heart*
*very slow nod. Haltingly...* Hurt me if you must. *fangs erupt, are paused by her ultimate control* Henry, I l.. *fangs erupt, the change takes over with a splash. Her clothes rip, her face shifts, and she becomes...*
*takes an involuntary half step back, he's never seen anything like that and even though she's his friend it's disconcerting at best*
*stays where he is, ready to tackle her when she moves*
*we're sorry, Henry, but if you don't move fast enough, you'll be covered in ooze. With a final splash, Anita morphs into a beautiful, very racy... Albino leopard. For now.*
*so what? it's Anita.*
AnitaBlake is now known as Anita-Leopard
*growls, sniffs, and stalks towards Valen. Because vamps aren't good food.*
*puts his arms around her neck and holds her back. Or tries* *still calmly* Anita.
*tenses and takes a step back toward the trees, is certain that he can get away but isn't entirely sure what she's intending or how much of her is gone at the moment*
*growls, tries to shake off Henry, but there might be less energy than might be expected of a hungry leopard*
*holds onto her, tightly* No, Anita. Not him.
*watches her carefully as he slowly stoops and presses his hand to the ground, checking with his bent for any other people on the grounds to keep her away from*
*looks at Valen. Eyes into eyes. Licks lips, then lets out a growling voice* I know. But I need to hunt.
Then hunt in the woods. There's game aplenty. Deer, rabbits, pheasants...you've hunted there before. You know the trails. *still holding her back*
*looks back at her, searching through the earth with his magic* I can find you deer.
*still growling* Let me go. I won't eat him, Slick.
*ouch. that name again.* *loosens his grip, just slightly, testing that*
*she used it to prove to him that she still is Anita. And the beast is annoyed* *She doesn't move towards Valen.* Where is the deer?
*lets her go but doesn't step back* *looks to Valen*
If you follow me I can show you.
*the leopard might smile, but it means it's showing teeth. Sorry.* That makes you pard.
*stands up* *deep breath of sort of relaxation*
Then come with me. *rises and pushes his loose pants off his hips to bare the rest of the gards, which glow more brightly. He gives Anitaleopard a gesture to follow and starts into the trees*
*stays back, following like a ghost just to keep an eye on Anita. in case.*
*actually, the leopard leaps on a branch and follows Valen that way - Anita and the beast both have a need for physical exercise*
*watches her as he moves through the woods, staying on the ground and in contact with the earth*
*easily prowls up in the trees, hunger strong and powerful - even if she doesn't want to, the warm body beneath her is /so/ tempting. She has to force herself not to pounce.*
*there /is/ a herd of deer that he is tracking, though, and he moves more quickly as they get closer. she may begin to smell them herself soon*
*that she does, and the moment the scent of meat is on her, she pounces, fast and animal, until, she is well over the herd from her branch. Patiently, she waits for the right prey. She's sooo /hungry/*
*falls back against a tree, a good distance away but somewhere he can still watch everything that happens*
*the deer sense her, avoid the area, even if she's still as hell. One old hag of a beast wanders under the branch. That's all she needs. She pounces. The deer scatter in panic as she lands on her prey.*
*sits at the base of the tree, just watching her*
*might want to be careful with those panicky deer, Valen darling. Meanwhile, in the confusion, claws are on a back, and fangs have been planted vigorously in a throat. And there's bloooooood everywhere.*
*isn't really bothered by blood, and is keeping a wary eye on the deer, don't worry*
*watches carefully from a few trees away, keeping an eye on her*
*very eager proceeds to killing the deer, who is protesting very vehemently thankyouvermuch, but also with no results other than a lot of noise. She tears its throat out, and, oh god, actually chews on the flesh she was grabbing*
....*oh dear. this is hungry Henry trying very hard not to let the Hunger get control because deer are not an option for him thank you*
*is not a deer? ...plz ignore the horrible typist. unless you don't want to ignore.*
*is now joyfully eating the dear - might even be purring as she eats*
*is going to be over here. trying not to kill things. arrrrgh.*
*still eating, very happy. Until... looks up. Growls* What's the matter with /you/? *Because now that she's eaten and morphed, she's 100% healed and better and very aware of her surroundings, even if she could really use a digestive nap right now.*
*too tense* Nothing serious.
*snarls* Liar.
Nothing /unusual/. *that's honest!*
*stalks closer to Valen* We need to go, *a low, low growl.*
*just a little confused by the exchange and surprised by the growling* What's wrong, Anita? *stands*
*stays where he is*
Hungry blood drinker. I told you about those, remember? *looks at Henry, the leopard looks sad*
*jaw set, eyes black, and looking pretty rrrrgh*
You did. *looks at Henry a moment, then gives Anita a long look. satisfied that the look of death she'd had about her before is gone, he nods* Let's go, then.
*hesitates, torn, finally decides...* Hold on. Stay far. I... *she /can't/ leave him this way*
*snarls* Anita, don't you dare.
Anita, what are you planning? *worried because she'd been so sick before she turned*
Nothing. *stalks to Henry. In leopard form, he can't eat her, hehe, so there. And she did tell Valen that morphing had regenerative properties, by the way.* Henry. /What/ are you going to do?
*snarls at her, frustrated* You still need to /rest/.
*actually, she's quite fine* Don't coddle me.
*paces jerkily* *he knows that, is just avoiding the question.* I'll be fine.
*pounces on him, growls. The leopard is snarlier than Anita* Don't lie to me. I can feel it. *she's been spending too much time with you, sweetie*
*startled, shoves at her* It's not a lie, dammit. I will be.
*shows teeth* Like hell you will. I'm going to morph back, and you're going to feed. *uncompromising, seriously*
*shows teeth right back* /No./
*has a random thought that this must be quite disturbing to Valen* /Yes/ don't let me watch you hurt and not help you. *exactly HIS words to her*
*it's certainly a little bit awkward, standing around watching a domestic dispute*
Next time I feed on someone I'm going to kill. It's not going to be you. *flatly*
leave me just enough to morph back to leopard and I'll be fine. *growling*
No, Anita. *pushes at her, trying to get her off again* Not when you've said no before.
*insists, though the leopard's voice may be softer* I didn't know I loved you, then. *a beffuddled pause*
*startled - but stubborner than stubborn* Nonetheless -
*morphs, then and there, on him, and more ooze, we're sorry, and oh, drat, Valen gets to see her naked but now that she's shifted she's less of a prude* /Do it. If you love me./
*not really a big deal, she's never seen a gathering of Danae* *in any case, will be quietly slipping away to let them sort things out alone. gonna go find his pants and then check up on Locke*
*tenses* I can't. *strangled*
Yes you can. *begging* do it. *She's covered in ooze and deer blood, and stark naked. Must be really hard to resist.*
*oh, Anita, it is and has nothing to do with you and he's still pushing it back* /No/-
*this could go on for a while* /Yes. It made you miserable. It makes me miserable. I let you help me, remember? *getting pissed*
That's /different/ dammit and you know it. *not too long - he's pretty damn hungry, and fighting it's already harder than hard*
No it is not. Or are you trying to make me tell you again? *she wraps herself around him, unless he shoves her away with extraordinary force, her neck just up to his fangs.*
*tries once more* Anita - my God, /no/ - *quivers*
Do it. Do it, gods damn it. *presses against him, her lips kissing his ear as she whispers it*
*the softest of snarls and she's far too close, the scent far too strong, so he does, twisting his head and baring his teeth against her neck* I promised you. *softly, but sinks his teeth into her neck with a catch in his breath*
I trust you... *softly before her eyes roll as he bites into her*
*mmm. blood is good. eyes close and he wraps his arms around her almost possessively*
*she takes in his hold, relishes it even as her mind is rolled by the bite. It hurts, but she doesn't make a sound. For you, Henry, and you alone.*
*it's addictive, once he's taken some, has to take more and is almost lost to the Hunger by the singing of her blood*
*the pain is soon replaced by an odd sort of pleasure, and Anita realizes that, oh god, his bite is like Asher's. Orgasmic. There might be a moan escaping her lips.*
*breathing evenly, his world reduced to himself, her, and the feeling of his teeth in her neck, the rhythm of her heartbeat.
*feels herself becoming a bit faint, but holding fast*
*can feel it too, and feel her death calling to him, the desire to take it all, it would be so easy* *tears away and pushes her, hard, away from him* /No./
*tumbles to the ground. Faintly* do you have enough?
I can't - Anita - *tenses, it's all he can do not to lunge after her and take the rest*
Will you be alright? *softly*
Fine. *firmly, and savagely*
*looks at him, trying to determine if he is lying, or not*
*is just going to look back at her stubbornly. might be lying a little, but there is no way he's taking more from her.*
*sighs. She doesn't have that much in her, and she promised Cal she wouldn't die. Splotch. More ooze for you, Henry. You're so going to need a shower. Here's a hungry white leopard again.* Ready?
*will need one anyway to get rid of the smell of her blood* Yes. *stands up, and is not shaky. no*
*Hungry, yes. But not impatient this time. The leopard passes by his legs, purring.* Let's go home, handsome.