VvvvvV [for Fitch, dated Sunday 15th August]
Nobody could blame her, not really. She'd been sensible, she hadn't rushed in to anything, she'd sat back and considered her options, planned it, taken her time. She'd practically become her brother and he, at least, would be proud.
Dani didn't really believe that but when she slipped between the curtains and spotted Fitch's sleeping form, she couldn't care less either. Asher had had his fun when he'd been graced with fangs and now she finally had what belonged to her too, it was her turn to do what was natural. It was strange how quickly the hunger had come back, a detached kind of longing to taste the metallic warmth of blood. A phantom feeling, not that Danica was aware of its fallacy.
There hadn't been much of a choice to make. As soon as the teeth had reappeared and the desire to bite had taken hold, Danica knew there was only one person she wanted first. Ever since he'd patched her up in the clinic she'd had a special interest in him. Fitch was easily played but every now and then he'd grow a backbone and scratch back and Danica found herself hoping for that more and more. She was performing a service really; knocking him down to build him back up again.
And tonight was a small price for him to pay.
Danica pulled his covers off gently so as not to wake him. She was light as a feather as she climbed on top, straddling and settling her weight on his waist, propping herself up on her hands, either side of his head. "Time to see if we're a match," she whispered, the hint of a fang appearing as a smile tugged at her lips.
Dani didn't really believe that but when she slipped between the curtains and spotted Fitch's sleeping form, she couldn't care less either. Asher had had his fun when he'd been graced with fangs and now she finally had what belonged to her too, it was her turn to do what was natural. It was strange how quickly the hunger had come back, a detached kind of longing to taste the metallic warmth of blood. A phantom feeling, not that Danica was aware of its fallacy.
There hadn't been much of a choice to make. As soon as the teeth had reappeared and the desire to bite had taken hold, Danica knew there was only one person she wanted first. Ever since he'd patched her up in the clinic she'd had a special interest in him. Fitch was easily played but every now and then he'd grow a backbone and scratch back and Danica found herself hoping for that more and more. She was performing a service really; knocking him down to build him back up again.
And tonight was a small price for him to pay.
Danica pulled his covers off gently so as not to wake him. She was light as a feather as she climbed on top, straddling and settling her weight on his waist, propping herself up on her hands, either side of his head. "Time to see if we're a match," she whispered, the hint of a fang appearing as a smile tugged at her lips.