VvvvvV [for Fitch, dated Sunday 15th August]

[vvdanicavv]

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

Comments

[sexualtourettes]

The loss of his blanket was what initially started him stirring, fighting against the hold of what had been a peaceful sleep up until a few seconds ago. By the time the weight settles on him, Coop was just lucid enough for panic to kick in, and once his eyes opened he sort of hoped he was still sleeping and that this was all some horrible dream. Or more like a fucking nightmare.

"Danica?" Bleary eyes blinked up at her, but even half asleep there was no mistaking her. That was the nightmare inducing part. Of all the possible people to have sex dreams about why did it have to be her? "What the fuck?!"

[vvdanicavv]

It was a myth that Danica only liked to feed after the sex. Anticipation tasted just as sweet as satisfaction if she was with the right men.

Closing her mouth, she smiled at his reaction, her hair falling from behind her ears. She didn't wait long to open it again. There was patience, which she had shown, and then there was masochism and Danica never subscribed to the latter.

"Wakey wakey," she taunted, before diving down and sinking her new fangs deep into his neck, right over a pulse point, the temptation too much to resist any longer.

[sexualtourettes]

He wasn't sure what he was expecting to happen, but this certainly wasn't it. Or maybe it was, but it was way down on the list of possibilities. The pop, the sudden sharp, stabbing pain; he wanted to scream, to buck her off and run away, but all he could manage was a strangled gasp.

Where the fuck was that blond vampire slayer girl when you needed her?

It's a dream, he tried to remind himself. You couldn't die in your dreams. But Jesus Christ did it hurt like a bitch.

[vvdanicavv]

Mouth filling with blood, Danica guzzled, one hand clutching at Fitch's hair to keep him in place. The Hunger she'd felt over the last twenty four hours drove her on and she was swallowing and swallowing ever before the taste hit her.

It was a natural gag reflex, a human reflex, and she ripped her mouth away after the third or fourth gulp, throat slick with blood, eyes wide with shock. The instant coughing made them water and she scrambled back on the bed, landing on Fitch's feet and retching.

[sexualtourettes]

As soon as her grip let up, Coop tried his best to scramble as high up toward the head of the bed as her could, as far away from her as he could. It was harder than it should have been, and everything just seemed to be happening in slow-motion. His limbs felt heavy, especially the arm that came up so he could slap a hand over the throbbing in his neck.

"Wha-- what the fuck... is the matter with you??!" And where the fuck was his dog? Weren't they supposed to protect their masters?

[vvdanicavv]

Blood dripped from her chin, the tip of her nose, her lips, and she automatically wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smearing it further. The coughs barely ceased and nausea rolled around her stomach in waves.

What the fuck was happening? He was repulsive, toxic even; Danica turned her head and spat out as much as she could but the blood still coated her teeth, her tongue, the roof of her mouth.

"Me?" she rasped, sinking further to the foot of the bed and pressing a bright red hand to her chest. "You taste like fucking shit!"

[sexualtourettes]

"You bit me!" And as if that wasn't bad enough on its own, now she was insulting him for not agreeing with her. If this situation wasn't already so beyond fucked up, he might have been offended by that. He wasn't going to call her bluff and risk her going in for seconds.

[vvdanicavv]

"VAMPIRE!" Danica spat, baring her teeth at Fitch and slamming a fist down on his mattress in frustration. That much should have been obvious by now but it seemed like her fucking body needed reminding of the fact as well.

What the fuck was the point of having the fangs if they didn't do anything?

She refused to become like her brother; armed to the teeth, literally, and goddamn useless. Rising to her knees, she set determined eyes on Fitch and dove forward for another go. If his fucking neck didn't work, then some other part of him would have to.

[sexualtourettes]

"FORMER!" Having her overbite back didn't make her a vampire, but it obviously did make her batshit crazy.

"I taste like shit!" He reminded her, reaching behind himself and pulling his pillow out from behind him as quickly as he was able, shoving it into her face to block the attack before squirming his way out from under her and out of bed. After standing up too quickly, he felt dizzy on his feet, but it was a lot better than adding a second set of puncture wounds to the first.

[vvdanicavv]

"Come back here!" Danica growled in the back of her throat, glaring at Fitch from all fours. This wasn't how she'd envisioned it going and as long as he was within grasp, Danica wasn't about to just let him get away. She'd loved the thrill of the chase back home but tonight she'd prefer it if her meal wasn't on wheels.

She took advantage of a moment when Fitch looked faint and clambered to her feet, chest heaving. "I'm fucking hungry!" She had been for the past year and a half.

[sexualtourettes]

Despite how nicely she had asked, Coop did not come back, and instead cleared the room after a brief struggle with the curtain soon thereafter.

"Then you go to the kitchen and make yourself a fucking sandwich," he blurted, wincing at the pain. "You don't bite your neighbors!" Especially not neighbors who, once upon a time, saved her ass when she was practically on death's doorstep. That wasn't the sort of thing he ever expected to have to explain to anyone.

[vvdanicavv]

"Look at you, running away from a woman," Danica taunted, following Fitch at a slower pace, confident that she'd catch up with him again. She swiped her thumb over her lower lip and licked the blood off it, meaning to scare him but only disgusting herself further.

She pulled a face, frown line appearing between her eyes, the hunger in them dimming a little. "Fuck... What the hell do you eat?"

[sexualtourettes]

Coop didn't think there was much shame in running from a woman when said woman was very likely psychotic and intent on killing him dead. If there was, he couldn't really find it in himself to give a give a shit right then.

"Junk," he answered. "Nothing but junk. 24/7, 365. That can't be good for your diet."

[vvdanicavv]

"Ugh. And you call yourself a doctor." Was there anything right with this man except for his face? Danica was doubtful. And quickly losing her appetite.

She forced herself forward though, determined to work through it, to make herself drink. She blinked at him with wide dark eyes, filled with fake concern. "Oh no. Are you bleeding? Does it hurt?" She lifted her hand as if to offer assistance. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"