[ what a fucked up, deranged moron of a man. there's nothing glorious about bloodlust, nothing worth exulting over; there is only the deep, desperate desire for a feed and the overwhelming sensation of need that comes with it.
her eyes glow, perhaps brighter now in contrast to the dark black of her sclerae and the deep webbing beneath, and caroline surges forward, sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck without preamble. it may have been kinder if she could have compelled him — don't scream, don't move, don't make it worse for yourself — but she can't.
she can only focus on the pulse point of his neck, the flutter of a vein as it gurgles beneath her mouth, the impossible pleasure of draining a man as she clutches him tight in her grasp.
she should stop. could stop. but she doesn't want to. he deserves to die, and she needs to eat. ]
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her eyes glow, perhaps brighter now in contrast to the dark black of her sclerae and the deep webbing beneath, and caroline surges forward, sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck without preamble. it may have been kinder if she could have compelled him — don't scream, don't move, don't make it worse for yourself — but she can't.
she can only focus on the pulse point of his neck, the flutter of a vein as it gurgles beneath her mouth, the impossible pleasure of draining a man as she clutches him tight in her grasp.
she should stop. could stop. but she doesn't want to. he deserves to die, and she needs to eat. ]