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{{Sebastian's Point of View.}}
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I watched her lie in the bett for a moment. Not quite waiting for a response, but enjoying the way she was. Ill, drained of energy. It was delicious.
"Nothing!" she screamed. Her voice did not match her face at all. It was cold and harsh. It lingered, fluttering in the air like a wounded dove. "This is all your bloody fault, Du devil! Devil!"
"Ah, so Du figured it out?"
The poison like liquid flooded to my eyes and I felt them glow. A faint glint of horror spread across her cheeks.
"You're clever. I never would have guessed. You've got such a stupid look on your face, it's hard to find the brain behind the muddy blue in your eyes."
She growled. How cute.
"So tell me," I continued, perusing her as I stealthy walked across the room to the side of the bed, gliding my fingertips along the oben, nach oben sheet, then fluffing a kissen as I came to it, shooting her another glance.
"Are Du afraid?"
"Never. Apparitions like your ugly self haunted my dreams for years. I'd soon stab Du in your dead-beat chest like let Du wait on me."
"Ladies shouldn't speak like that..."
I leaned easily, smoothly over the bett to get closer to her until our eyes met. feuer and dirty ice.
"You're high on medication. Why don't Du sleep."
On the word, her fists loosened their ready grip. Her teeth ground together and I half expected her to spit on me with her pale rosa chapped lips.
"You gave this to me."
"I did not give Du anything, if you're referring to the virus."
"I want Du catch it... three times as bad."
I smiled. Smirked, actually. "That sounds a bit opaque to be a order. What do Du say? Clean it up for me?"
She leaned in to the tip of my nose gnawing her lip, and as her teeth released to spit out the words, there was a hint of blood remaining.
'Suffer, and die of the plague."
I removed my gloves.
"Certainly."
I climbed slowly onto the sheets in front of her. She cringed at the sound of creaking, then relaxed as my dark shadow fell across her body, now propped up parallel to the bedstead. Her legs, her lovely legs, were not too close together, and when my bare hand located what it sought, the sickishly dreamy expression met a tight one, half pleasure, half pain, plastered across her childish features. She sat a bit lighter than I on the plush, pristine sheets, and in the solitary ecstasy of her squirming I was led to KISS her. Her head bent sleepily, soft, drooping in movement that was almost woeful. oder was. Her bare knees caught and compressed my wrist, then slackened again, and I smirked once Mehr against her quivering mouth. She would draw away with a nervous gasp and flip of her hair, shaking, then again allow me to creep closer, darkly near, and let me feed on her open mouth. The wolke cover, shown through the cracked window not 5 feet away, thickened ominously.
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FUCK YEAH, Du GUYS. I DID IT. AFTER LIKE TWO WEEKS IT'S OUT. DJSFJSKLFHDKSJF /relief
{{Sebastian's Point of View.}}
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I watched her lie in the bett for a moment. Not quite waiting for a response, but enjoying the way she was. Ill, drained of energy. It was delicious.
"Nothing!" she screamed. Her voice did not match her face at all. It was cold and harsh. It lingered, fluttering in the air like a wounded dove. "This is all your bloody fault, Du devil! Devil!"
"Ah, so Du figured it out?"
The poison like liquid flooded to my eyes and I felt them glow. A faint glint of horror spread across her cheeks.
"You're clever. I never would have guessed. You've got such a stupid look on your face, it's hard to find the brain behind the muddy blue in your eyes."
She growled. How cute.
"So tell me," I continued, perusing her as I stealthy walked across the room to the side of the bed, gliding my fingertips along the oben, nach oben sheet, then fluffing a kissen as I came to it, shooting her another glance.
"Are Du afraid?"
"Never. Apparitions like your ugly self haunted my dreams for years. I'd soon stab Du in your dead-beat chest like let Du wait on me."
"Ladies shouldn't speak like that..."
I leaned easily, smoothly over the bett to get closer to her until our eyes met. feuer and dirty ice.
"You're high on medication. Why don't Du sleep."
On the word, her fists loosened their ready grip. Her teeth ground together and I half expected her to spit on me with her pale rosa chapped lips.
"You gave this to me."
"I did not give Du anything, if you're referring to the virus."
"I want Du catch it... three times as bad."
I smiled. Smirked, actually. "That sounds a bit opaque to be a order. What do Du say? Clean it up for me?"
She leaned in to the tip of my nose gnawing her lip, and as her teeth released to spit out the words, there was a hint of blood remaining.
'Suffer, and die of the plague."
I removed my gloves.
"Certainly."
I climbed slowly onto the sheets in front of her. She cringed at the sound of creaking, then relaxed as my dark shadow fell across her body, now propped up parallel to the bedstead. Her legs, her lovely legs, were not too close together, and when my bare hand located what it sought, the sickishly dreamy expression met a tight one, half pleasure, half pain, plastered across her childish features. She sat a bit lighter than I on the plush, pristine sheets, and in the solitary ecstasy of her squirming I was led to KISS her. Her head bent sleepily, soft, drooping in movement that was almost woeful. oder was. Her bare knees caught and compressed my wrist, then slackened again, and I smirked once Mehr against her quivering mouth. She would draw away with a nervous gasp and flip of her hair, shaking, then again allow me to creep closer, darkly near, and let me feed on her open mouth. The wolke cover, shown through the cracked window not 5 feet away, thickened ominously.
--
FUCK YEAH, Du GUYS. I DID IT. AFTER LIKE TWO WEEKS IT'S OUT. DJSFJSKLFHDKSJF /relief