[Location: Hack residence, then out and about] Cause nothing's going right, and everything's a mess
After Godric had returned Cassie to her home, she'd spent the next three days locked up in the house. It was quiet, and she hadn't attributed that to the fact that she still didn't have her tablet. She hardly slept or ate and when she did, the food certainly wasn't good for her.
Cassie was curled up in the middle of her bed, unintentionally in the fetal position. She'd been reliving the incident with her mother. Her brow furrowed and she tightened the ball she was in. No matter what she did, she dreamt of this. Her mother, the lunch lady, approached her, knife caked with dried blood. Cassie lifted the pistol, leveling it at her mother and squeezed the trigger. The first shot hits her mother square in the eye. For having never fired a gun in her life, Cassie was a natural. The Lunch Lady's body fell to the floor and Cassie dropped the gun. Curling up in a corner of the kitchen, she wept softly, squeezing her eyes shut.
Cassie felt a soft pressure on her cheek and she opened her tear-filled eyes, meeting Eric's icy blue gaze. A broken sob escaped her and she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his midsection. "It's alright, little breather. I have you," He whispered against her hair. In one swift move, he's standing and has her cradled in his long limbs.
In one of those weird location changes that happen in dreams, Eric's laying Cassie down on a large bed. He strips her of her school uniform, lips pressing against the pale skin after it's revealed. Soon enough, Eric is devoid of clothing and settles himself beside Cassie on the bed. She turns towards him and clings, ever so tightly, to his torso. With him, she feels safe. Less than a freak. His thumb strokes against her cheek softly, lifting her chin. A moment after her watery eyes meet his, his mouth's covering hers. Arousal spreads through her like wildfire. And after some rearranging of the two of them, she's clinging to him in a much different way, short nails digging into his strong back. The movement hits its peak and Eric sinks his fangs into her throat, causing Cassie to let off a long, loud moan.
So loud, that it had transferred her to the waking world. Cassie sat up, panting softly, eyes wide. Lifting her hand to her neck, she felt smooth, unblemished skin. No bitemarks. "Jesus fucking Christ, it was just a dream," Cassie murmurs to herself.
Cassie grumbled quietly as she forced herself out of bed. She got dressed in a pair of black jeans, long sleeved red shirt, and a black hoodie. Yanking on a pair of her boots, she headed outside. Her need to get out of the house was strong and she looked to her wrist, realizing that she still didn't have that tablet of hers. A bolt of fear lanced through her. Would it still be on the tram? That was the last place she remembered having it. After a moment of intense 'oh god oh god I don't want to do it' fear, she steeled herself, starting towards the nearest stop for the Orbis track.
((ooc: Open to everyone! Survivors very, very welcome!))
Cassie was curled up in the middle of her bed, unintentionally in the fetal position. She'd been reliving the incident with her mother. Her brow furrowed and she tightened the ball she was in. No matter what she did, she dreamt of this. Her mother, the lunch lady, approached her, knife caked with dried blood. Cassie lifted the pistol, leveling it at her mother and squeezed the trigger. The first shot hits her mother square in the eye. For having never fired a gun in her life, Cassie was a natural. The Lunch Lady's body fell to the floor and Cassie dropped the gun. Curling up in a corner of the kitchen, she wept softly, squeezing her eyes shut.
Cassie felt a soft pressure on her cheek and she opened her tear-filled eyes, meeting Eric's icy blue gaze. A broken sob escaped her and she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his midsection. "It's alright, little breather. I have you," He whispered against her hair. In one swift move, he's standing and has her cradled in his long limbs.
In one of those weird location changes that happen in dreams, Eric's laying Cassie down on a large bed. He strips her of her school uniform, lips pressing against the pale skin after it's revealed. Soon enough, Eric is devoid of clothing and settles himself beside Cassie on the bed. She turns towards him and clings, ever so tightly, to his torso. With him, she feels safe. Less than a freak. His thumb strokes against her cheek softly, lifting her chin. A moment after her watery eyes meet his, his mouth's covering hers. Arousal spreads through her like wildfire. And after some rearranging of the two of them, she's clinging to him in a much different way, short nails digging into his strong back. The movement hits its peak and Eric sinks his fangs into her throat, causing Cassie to let off a long, loud moan.
So loud, that it had transferred her to the waking world. Cassie sat up, panting softly, eyes wide. Lifting her hand to her neck, she felt smooth, unblemished skin. No bitemarks. "Jesus fucking Christ, it was just a dream," Cassie murmurs to herself.
Cassie grumbled quietly as she forced herself out of bed. She got dressed in a pair of black jeans, long sleeved red shirt, and a black hoodie. Yanking on a pair of her boots, she headed outside. Her need to get out of the house was strong and she looked to her wrist, realizing that she still didn't have that tablet of hers. A bolt of fear lanced through her. Would it still be on the tram? That was the last place she remembered having it. After a moment of intense 'oh god oh god I don't want to do it' fear, she steeled herself, starting towards the nearest stop for the Orbis track.
((ooc: Open to everyone! Survivors very, very welcome!))