Characters: Zelman, anyone else?
Content: The Red-Eyed Murderer arrives in Manhattan. \o/
Location: Right outside Madison Square Garden.
Time of day: Early Evening.
Warnings: There may be sexy vampire bites I don't know.
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Madison Square Garden. That settled it. )
But she stopped in her tracks as her eyes fell on a boy not too far ahead. A huge smile on her face, she approached him with a wave. "Hi~!"
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Smiling, she nodded her head. "You can ask them at least. I'm sure they do!" Now that they were only feet away from the supply center area, she released his hand and fluffed her dress a little. She walked forward and got her rations for the week before turning back to him and smiling.
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"That was easy enough," he said, adjusting his grip on the Coke and putting the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. "Thanks for the help."
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She grinned and nodded her head. "You're welcome! I'm glad I could help! Do you want me to show you anything else?"
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She tugged at his hand again, leading him over to the work table. "I have a booklet right here.. and people write down what they want me to sew... and if I need measurements, I contact them on the network and then I sew it and let them know when it's done. I can't do much like fighting off the monsters... But this is what I can do... So I try to help out like this..."
She hardly even noticed how secluded her corner was as she set her umbrella and rations down next to the table. She hoisted herself onto it and tilted her head at him. "If you want, I can make something for you~"
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Taking her chin lightly in his hand, he tilted it up a bit and gave her an intense - very intense - look. "Hou~ That's kind of you, but I had something else in mind...."
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"Ah... I don't think I..." she added nervously, too frozen to finish her sentence.
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And he finished his reassurance as he leaned in further, breath warm and lips inches away from her neck. "I'm not some kind of disgusting pervert." He chuckled at the very thought.
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Her heart was racing. Oh, this was no good.. No good at all. Why hadn't she asked Harry or Haru to go with her...
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Because there was quite a bit of truth to the rumours that a bite from a vampire felt incredibly pleasurable, and he didn't want her squirming to ruin his meal.
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It felt... Well, it felt really good. She grabbed his arm as he continued, her breathing now speeding up.
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... Oh well, perhaps he could get a bit of entertainment out of this instead. Slowing down his pace for several seconds, the redhead knew that any feelings of arousal would do the same. He monitored the speed of her bloodflow until that had happened, then suddenly bit in deeper and sucked hard.
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Until he sank deeper into her (were those his teeth?!). Her eyes popped open and she let out a cry, only worrying in the very back of her mind about the other people at the far end of the stadium... It was difficult for her to keep her volume in check anymore.... Why the hell did it feel so good? Her grip on his arm tightened once more.
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But drinking her blood so quickly meant that he couldn't prolong it without killing her. And with Manhattan's population having dwindled it wasn't in his best interests to go around carelessly killing his food supply. So he yanked his fangs out after a bit more and lapped at any extra blood on her skin before pulling back.
"Thanks for the meal, missy~" he purred, still holding her up. "It was appreciated."
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Wait... Why could she see herself? Her eyes were closed (she knew this only because she was still staring down at herself)... Oh wait, now they were open... Two puncture marks on her neck, exposed because her head was leaning to the side... "Oh my god... Oh my god..." she whispered, too weak to properly freak out. Should she cry? What good would crying do?
Oh... Harry and Haru were going to be so upset with her... And right now, if it weren't for him holding her up, she was sure she'd have slid off the table already... "What... did you do to me?"
She could see herself talking, and was this... His thoughts? She could tell he was satisfied, but she was having a hard time even concentrating.. Why could she even tell what he was thinking in the first place?!
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