Transition (1/3)
anonymous
April 21 2012, 16:45:32 UTC
Realistically, there was only one person it could be, unlocking the door to the white cell Amy found herself in. And she used the term ‘person’ loosely. She wanted to be brave, but she still pushed herself in to the furthest corner of the bright room as the door swung open.
Her breathing sounded as loud to her as the thud of Jerry's boots on the unforgiving surface of the floor.
Amy thought she was a pretty good judge of people, of men in particular, but she’d obviously been very wrong about Jerry before. And now she couldn't hope to get a read on his mood. Was he about to kill her, or did he want to play? He was all swagger and sex, his ruined shirt hanging loose and open, his dark eyes human and almost warm. She knew her eyes must be wide and wild, swinging back and forth between his imposing figure and the still open door. Did she have any chance of making a run for it?
Transition (2/3)
anonymous
April 21 2012, 16:46:37 UTC
And then, when nothing else happened for a few moments, she cracked an eye open and peeked at Jerry. He was collecting his own blood on his now human-looking finger. He popped it in his mouth and sucked. Amy could feel her eyes dilate (or were they going black?) as she watched his slow deliberate movements. She just barely bit back a groan.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. What was he doing to her? And why did he have to be so damned hot?
She'd wanted him before she'd known he was a vampire. Badly. Tried to talk Mrs. Brewster into it just to live vicariously through her. Half tackled Charley into bed because watching Jerry... fix things had turned her on so much. Course Charley had been fixated on the vampire for other reasons. God, she should have listened! Or at least not ran out on him. And when she had found out what Jerry really was, she'd been disgusted (with him, with herself?) and terrified.
And now, that disgust, the fear, the guilt… it all mixed with a crazy, intense desire for this man, this vampire, that felt out of
( ... )
Transition (3/3)
anonymous
April 21 2012, 16:47:20 UTC
Even when he broke the kiss and moved back to her neck, she didn't fight him. If it was done already, if she'd been turned, what was the point?
She couldn't stop herself from stiffening, though, waiting for the pain as she heard his fangs descend (she could hear that?). He murmured to her, comforting sounds she wasn't sure were words, and sank his teeth in. She gasped at the momentary pain, like the shock of hot metal touching her skin. And then, to her horror, she found herself moaning at the unexpected pleasure of Jerry drinking her blood. How fucked up was that? How was it even possible that could feel good? And yet, her hand shot up, tangling in his thick hair, holding him in place. He only drank for a few more seconds, though, before he plucked her hand from him and pulled away, letting her go.
Amy licked her lips as she watched him lick her blood from his. He looked at her like he was deciding something. She was frozen. Not like before; she wasn't hypnotized. Not at all. Actually, she felt more like herself than
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Her breathing sounded as loud to her as the thud of Jerry's boots on the unforgiving surface of the floor.
Amy thought she was a pretty good judge of people, of men in particular, but she’d obviously been very wrong about Jerry before. And now she couldn't hope to get a read on his mood. Was he about to kill her, or did he want to play? He was all swagger and sex, his ruined shirt hanging loose and open, his dark eyes human and almost warm. She knew her eyes must be wide and wild, swinging back and forth between his imposing figure and the still open door. Did she have any chance of making a run for it?
Charley, she thought, where are you ( ... )
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Fuck fuck fuck fuck. What was he doing to her? And why did he have to be so damned hot?
She'd wanted him before she'd known he was a vampire. Badly. Tried to talk Mrs. Brewster into it just to live vicariously through her. Half tackled Charley into bed because watching Jerry... fix things had turned her on so much. Course Charley had been fixated on the vampire for other reasons. God, she should have listened! Or at least not ran out on him. And when she had found out what Jerry really was, she'd been disgusted (with him, with herself?) and terrified.
And now, that disgust, the fear, the guilt… it all mixed with a crazy, intense desire for this man, this vampire, that felt out of ( ... )
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She couldn't stop herself from stiffening, though, waiting for the pain as she heard his fangs descend (she could hear that?). He murmured to her, comforting sounds she wasn't sure were words, and sank his teeth in. She gasped at the momentary pain, like the shock of hot metal touching her skin. And then, to her horror, she found herself moaning at the unexpected pleasure of Jerry drinking her blood. How fucked up was that? How was it even possible that could feel good? And yet, her hand shot up, tangling in his thick hair, holding him in place. He only drank for a few more seconds, though, before he plucked her hand from him and pulled away, letting her go.
Amy licked her lips as she watched him lick her blood from his. He looked at her like he was deciding something. She was frozen. Not like before; she wasn't hypnotized. Not at all. Actually, she felt more like herself than ( ... )
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(I need to write more Amy, stat... but I fear Peter/Charley may take precidence. OH WELL.)
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