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She collapsed on top of them, unable to take this. Sobbing uncontrollably. "I just want you to talk to me again.."

2016-06-19 10:32:21

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This was their fault. They had to go. Go away. They moved her off of them and stumbled back, towards the window. "I can't, I can't, I can't, I shouldn't, you, you hurt me, I /can't/...." They were trembling violently, unable to move any further. They couldn't unclench their hands.....they were clamped in their hair, and they were slowly crumpling.

2016-06-19 10:37:41

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"Why can't we just talk it out? /Please!/ I don't want to fight like this anymore."

2016-06-19 10:39:27

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They couldn't talk. Not when they couldn't believe her. Not when they couldn't /think/. They made a whimpering sound, falling too their knees once they were shaking too much to stand.

2016-06-19 10:43:05

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She curled up into a fetal position, now sobbing too much to speak. Why couldn't they believe her that it was nothing? It meant /nothing/ to her.

2016-06-19 10:44:48

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Their thoughts were almost too much of a mess to understand now. He said that. Always. And he never....nothing. They were nothing. No one. To anyone. Dead now. Gone. Monster. Couldn't...../think/. They were frozen, making soft squeaking noises as they tried to breathe.

2016-06-19 10:48:32

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She held out her hand, still placed on the floor. Please...just this once...could they just listen to her?

2016-06-19 10:49:49

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They might've if they could've moved. Or focused. Or done anything but silently scream.

2016-06-19 10:54:42

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She just... laid there. Crying. Waiting. For /something./

2016-06-19 10:55:48

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They just waited for it to /end/. But it didn't feel like it ever would.

2016-06-19 10:56:21

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My breathing was a little shallow, but once the bleeding slowed down, it grew more even. I held the gauze there with my bloody hand, trying not to move. ....she said they wouldn't feed on me because they cared. Do they really hate me that much for what I did with Ivory?....

2016-06-19 11:01:23

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"Possibly." Lance spoke. Yes thoughts are a thing, but speaking is better. "Things have been really tense between them since New Years."

2016-06-19 22:01:26

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"She must've explained....that it didn't mean anything," I wheezed. Zane came upstairs as he pulled on a shirt, trying to figure out where the smell of blood was coming from in a house solely inhabited by vampires. He stopped when he saw me, then looked at Lance. "Who...?"

2016-06-20 01:06:50

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"Ren." He answered.

2016-06-20 01:09:40

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"I thought they knew how to feed." "...I didn't give them permission." "....."

2016-06-20 01:10:26

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Muffled yelling could be heard. "Yeah I wouldn't go up there right now if I were you."

2016-06-20 01:11:15

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He looked up at the ceiling. "...are you going to be alright?" "Probably." Maybe.

2016-06-20 01:12:13

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"Oh it's not /that/ much. Besides it wasn't enough to kill you, and if it was enough to turn you, well we all would have known by now."

2016-06-20 01:13:03

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"They didn't /drink/ that much, but I still have a fountain of blood spurting out of my jugular."

2016-06-20 01:13:43

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"Yes I know that. but it wasn't that deep. You had a couple more inches."

2016-06-20 01:14:25

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"How the hell do you know the exact placement of the jugular?"

2016-06-20 01:15:27

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"I kill people."

2016-06-20 01:15:37

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"Still." "Should we go up there later....?"

2016-06-20 01:16:29

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"Maybe. I'll let you know. It'll be a lot more messier if Ren bit /you/ though." Lance switched out the bandages, placing the bloody ones on the coffee table. "Hey Zane do me a favor and burn those bandages before Cale wakes up, preferably not in front of Madison. Lighters are in the drawer next to the sink."

2016-06-20 01:19:29

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"Okay." ....thank you. He went and pulled out a lighter, taking the bandages down to the basement to burn and toss in the bathroom trashcan. I couldn't hear Ren's and Ivory's thoughts, they were just barely too far away, but I was growing worried. Especially when it went quiet.

2016-06-20 01:21:18