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[boxbythebed]

[There is an evil demon lurking near the edge of the woods. What dastardly plot is she up to this time? What depraved act of sexuality and/or cannibalism will she be inflicting upon camp (and the world!) today?

Well...

She is petting a baby deer and cooing at it.]

Comments

[bitchester]

[hesitates for a moment from a distance, but Sam's a pretty big guy. he's hard to miss]

[bitchester]

Just blood doesn't have the addictive qualities.

[boxbythebed]

Demon blood.

[bitchester]

I got cured, somehow. In a loose sense of the term, anyway. I don't go through withdrawal.

You do.

[boxbythebed]

You don't know the first think about me. For all you know I could just be really hungover right now. Or, like, strung out on meth.

[bitchester]

You tend to follow a pattern.

[boxbythebed]

Whatcha gonna do about it?

[bitchester]

I recall giving you an offer.

[boxbythebed]

...Not happening.

[bitchester]

I could kill you. Fifty-fifty chance you come back as good as new, no hunger pangs.

[boxbythebed]

That sounds pretty made up to me. Kind of sounds like you just wanna put me in a situation where you or someone you know will be justified in ripping my fucking head off again.

[bitchester]

I'm giving you a choice. I don't usually give that to demons. Not these days. I can't risk that.

[boxbythebed]

Okay, seriously? If I've been going on murderous rampages, don't you think someone might've, like, tried to alert camp? Not one person going around and accusing me of anything - except you - so why do you think that is?

[bitchester]

People get killed here all the time. We don't hear about it.

But my guess is that you don't need to eat that much.

[bitchester]

And when it comes down to it, there have been demonic cannibals long before you. People got used to the idea.

[boxbythebed]

You're wrong and I thought we were fucking past this.