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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Nov 21, 2013 8:03:47 GMT
when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?
will the darkness be too much?
So, what's her first thoughts after being resurrected from the dead, besides from the unimaginable thirst building up inside her throat? Well, there wasn't anything, really. That's the only thought that trailed through her mind at that very moment, which, although it doesn't sound menacing or dangerous in the least bit, she was still a vampire now. And a vampire who could think of nothing else but to satisfy his or her hunger? That's the sign of a vampire who was going berserk. One who might even cause a frenzy if nothing was done to stop her.
It didn't really help either that the room reeked of blood after the little battle her two companions went through earlier on. Even though the blood itself was long gone, its scent- that wondrous, metallic scent lingering in the air would still be captured by the newly born fledgling's uber sensitive nose, hence the repeated sniffing motions and small, hungry growls that accompanied it. Her vision was what you'd come to expect, actually. Red. Completely red, actually, but that's probably because she's staring straight towards what was deemed to be a source of food. Never in a million years would she expect to have her very own heat seeking vision, and if she were still her old self, she would have found the thought amusing, to say the least. Right now, however, right now this wasn't actually Leanna. This -although was the body of the pink haired rockstar- was a mindless vessel who cared only about bringing temporary relief to its forever insatiable hunger.
This was not normal. For humans who have recently been turned, they would have at least gained a semblance of their former selves. Usually, at this early stage when they first wake up to discover their new life and what it actually means, they'd drop straight into a state of panic and paranoia, but what about Leanna? No. She wasn't like that at all. She was hungry, she was thirsty, and she felt unfulfilled. She felt angry. There wasn't any logical explanations behind this, and who knows if this was Arcadia's first time seeing something like this and knowing something was off almost immediately?
"Se.. cret.." The way she spoke, it almost felt as though she's in a trance of sorts. Her eyes weren't fixated towards the brunette's own hazel browns, but towards something a little more.. veiny. Licking her lips in anticipation, the pinkette leaned forward, seemingly for an embrace, but there was something more devious behind her intentions. She needed it, and she needed it badly. Nothing was going to stop her from getting what she wanted- no, needed. Her throat was burning, ten times worse than the pain in her gut that used to cause her so much agony, so it was only natural right? Secret wouldn't mind, right? Picking up where she left off, she initially did go for an embrace, but it was moreso to trap the girl's arms to her sides so that no violent movement may occur to complicate things. "I want.. you.. so bad.."
Leaning in, just a bit more, Leanna started prodding her tongue against her savior's neck, savoring the salty scent of sweat, mouth overflowing with drool at the thought of a nice, warm drink. It will be so good, so refreshing, so out of this world that she might get addicted to it all. She might get hooked, and there might not be any ways of turning back from this. Wasn't it sad? To die and let go of her past addictions, only to be reborn into a new one?
It didn't really help either that the room reeked of blood after the little battle her two companions went through earlier on. Even though the blood itself was long gone, its scent- that wondrous, metallic scent lingering in the air would still be captured by the newly born fledgling's uber sensitive nose, hence the repeated sniffing motions and small, hungry growls that accompanied it. Her vision was what you'd come to expect, actually. Red. Completely red, actually, but that's probably because she's staring straight towards what was deemed to be a source of food. Never in a million years would she expect to have her very own heat seeking vision, and if she were still her old self, she would have found the thought amusing, to say the least. Right now, however, right now this wasn't actually Leanna. This -although was the body of the pink haired rockstar- was a mindless vessel who cared only about bringing temporary relief to its forever insatiable hunger.
This was not normal. For humans who have recently been turned, they would have at least gained a semblance of their former selves. Usually, at this early stage when they first wake up to discover their new life and what it actually means, they'd drop straight into a state of panic and paranoia, but what about Leanna? No. She wasn't like that at all. She was hungry, she was thirsty, and she felt unfulfilled. She felt angry. There wasn't any logical explanations behind this, and who knows if this was Arcadia's first time seeing something like this and knowing something was off almost immediately?
"Se.. cret.." The way she spoke, it almost felt as though she's in a trance of sorts. Her eyes weren't fixated towards the brunette's own hazel browns, but towards something a little more.. veiny. Licking her lips in anticipation, the pinkette leaned forward, seemingly for an embrace, but there was something more devious behind her intentions. She needed it, and she needed it badly. Nothing was going to stop her from getting what she wanted- no, needed. Her throat was burning, ten times worse than the pain in her gut that used to cause her so much agony, so it was only natural right? Secret wouldn't mind, right? Picking up where she left off, she initially did go for an embrace, but it was moreso to trap the girl's arms to her sides so that no violent movement may occur to complicate things. "I want.. you.. so bad.."
Leaning in, just a bit more, Leanna started prodding her tongue against her savior's neck, savoring the salty scent of sweat, mouth overflowing with drool at the thought of a nice, warm drink. It will be so good, so refreshing, so out of this world that she might get addicted to it all. She might get hooked, and there might not be any ways of turning back from this. Wasn't it sad? To die and let go of her past addictions, only to be reborn into a new one?
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