Roleplay Sample #1: Scenario: Raven turns Eve into a vampire unknowingly.
Even though he lifted his strong body off of him, the weight that she felt was too heavy— and even though he would most likely tell her not to feel any abrupt emotion like guilt for feeling lust, the feeling still lingered around the feeble thing inside of her chest. Somehow, she felt him and his heart that ached in his chest cavity.
If only she wasn’t so dazed and perceived the world to be surreal, as if all of this wasn’t real, she would have snapped him out of this too. Because even though their minds were like fire and water, these two, as beings with a conscious, would need each other somehow.
Eve needed him to understand the concept of emotion and action, and the imperatives people chose. Raven has assisted her so far in this subject, it would be too much of a waste to stop now.
The female found her spectrums staring at the fangs that pressed so harshly against his lips. Guilty. She was exactly this and everything involved with the word. Because, even then, she was mesmerized by the sight of her own blood being savored by the tongue that so regrettably took her blood.
Airy laughs came from her as she attempted to get onto her own two feet, but only managed to stumble forward heavily in her own footsteps, only to fall towards him. Luckily, she caught herself on the fabric of his clothing. Eyes peering back down to the arm while brushing her tainted fingertips along the circuits and wires that sparked and snapped at her touching the delicate parts.
"I… Suppose I’ll need to fix these later. Irresponsibility is not an option, Raven…" Quietly asserting her words, her eyes trailed up the arm to his own feverish eyes that burned with hatred.
"How much do you hate yourself, barbarian? Have you not realized what you’ve done?" The venom rolled off of her tongue as she spoke harshly, but would it have been surprising for him? It must have at least made his heart throb one last time.
He wouldn’t be able to do much with a broken arm. His fault, isn’t it? Now, she was able to grip it tight and pull him close. So close that the breaths they took would collide. But once again, she parted her lips, her eyes staring up to him as she felt the thirst overwhelm her. Did he know this would happen?
"Answer me, uncultured swine. How much do you hate yourself?”