“I couldn’t - possibly - ” she was interrupted by an inhuman sound, partially a growl and partially a sob, far deeper than any sound that should reasonably have come out of her mouth. “ - hurt you - ” But she was going to. She knew it even as she struggled to keep her composure - he wasn’t making this any easier with his foolish ideas about helping her.
She bent forwards, leaning over her legs as the painful process of her fangs forcing themselves out concluded. Her throat burned, an agonizing thirst that she wished she had the strength to live with, instead of quenching it the only way she could. There was nothing in her senses now except for the scent of Haru’s blood, and somewhere in the small vestige of humanity she still retained, she halfheartedly reminded herself that he’d asked her to do this.
With that flimsy excuse, she stood on shaky legs, the promise of her pain ending the only thing that propelled her. It seemed to take ages for her to reach him, but once she was close enough, she grabbed a handful of Haru’s hair, pulling his head back more harshly than she ever would have dared to do in any other state of mind, and held his upper arm in a crushing grip that would certainly leave long-lasting bruises. She wavered for a moment as her fangs gingerly touched his throat, but she wasn’t human enough anymore to think of the pain she’d cause him - her fangs burst through the fragile skin, tearing it in her hastiness, and blood streamed from the wound and from her mouth, staining both Haru and herself.
Before she could speak again, Haru had opened his mouth and repeated himself. “ Claire, please. Let me help, in any way you need. ” He didn’t dare move; in this state, it was hard to tell exactly what she’d do with any sudden movements, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her. Part of him was in pain, watching her in pain, but regarless he stood still waiting for a sign from her that it was alright to move forward – a sign that never came.
Without even given the chance to tell what was happening, Claire was moving towards him with a purpose that he didn’t even have to question. As her hand gripped his hair and pulled back harsher than she’d ever done before, he couldn’t fight the almost inaudible groan that escaped. He felt as if he was in a dream state as her fingers tightened around his arm, and he felt her lips passing over his neck lightly before the prick; a small gasp escaping as he felt the blood rush from his neck.
Eyes fluttered shut, leaning into the feeling as he let Claire do as she needed. He could feel and hear the fluid flowing down his collarbone, into her mouth, and onto the floor between them. He simply stood there, letting her take and giving willingly.
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