True Blood Fic: In a Heart That Doesn't Even Beat (Jessica)
Title: In a Heart That Doesn't Even Beat
Fandom: True Blood
Character/Pairing: Jessica
Author: agirlnamedtruth
Claim: Doctor Who, Harry Potter & True Blood (General Series')
Table: Can be found here
Prompt: 2. Uncontrollable wrath.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Jessica copes with rejection.
Warnings: Violence
Jess felt her blood boil; she was imagining it of course, as her blood didn’t really do much nowadays. But she imagined anger coursing through it nonetheless. Her fangs sank into the neck of some bewitched human, barely seeing him as anything other food. Her mind raced, jumping from Jason to Hoyt, from rejection to rejection. She bit down harder, imagining the blood was pouring from their throats, not even remotely sexual just pure hatred. She wanted them to feel the pain as she had. She could literally rip their hearts out just as readily as they’d metaphorically done to her. The blood made her cheeks pink and her skin tingle, but her heart still refused to beat. She refrained from draining the victim dry, instead laughing at her own personal irony. How could her heart be on fire with rage, how could they have shattered it into a million pieces when it didn’t even work.
Fandom: True Blood
Character/Pairing: Jessica
Author: agirlnamedtruth
Claim: Doctor Who, Harry Potter & True Blood (General Series')
Table: Can be found here
Prompt: 2. Uncontrollable wrath.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Jessica copes with rejection.
Warnings: Violence
Jess felt her blood boil; she was imagining it of course, as her blood didn’t really do much nowadays. But she imagined anger coursing through it nonetheless. Her fangs sank into the neck of some bewitched human, barely seeing him as anything other food. Her mind raced, jumping from Jason to Hoyt, from rejection to rejection. She bit down harder, imagining the blood was pouring from their throats, not even remotely sexual just pure hatred. She wanted them to feel the pain as she had. She could literally rip their hearts out just as readily as they’d metaphorically done to her. The blood made her cheeks pink and her skin tingle, but her heart still refused to beat. She refrained from draining the victim dry, instead laughing at her own personal irony. How could her heart be on fire with rage, how could they have shattered it into a million pieces when it didn’t even work.