vétérinaire

   *whines in french*

[abduction]

by Paula Aparicio

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                                   ❝I’M ----- I’m very confused actually.. ❞

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stolenhearted:

                           She’s explaining herself and he feels sorry for her, but it doesn’t change the fact he was her prisoner. Or that she’d be eating more of his flesh later on. Brown eyes slide shut, just trying to think of something, anything. He needs to escape, he needs to get away. Surely his dad or Scott had already realized he was missing. Scott could track his scent, someone would find him. The last comment that lift her lips had him frowning, brown eyes fluttering open to peer up at her hesitantly. In some odd fashion, he could tell she really cared about him. Which only made all of this so much worse. Not only that, but also that he cared about her. He tugged at the bindings slightly, a pleading look in his eyes, “ …Emma please… ” surely she knew she couldn’t keep him like this. That even if her feeding on him didn’t kill him, various other things would. 

                           ❝ YOU DON’T have to worry, Stiles, I know how to keep a wound clean, how to stitch you up, you won’t die. I won’t let you die, but you know I can’t let you go, you, you’re very dear to me, if I let you go now I know you won’t ever want to be near me again.. ❞ She cups his cheek with a bloddy hand, regret shinning in her eyes, ❝ I really am sorry, mon amour, but I’ll take care of you, I know you won’t be here forever, but I’ll take care of you until someone finds and eventually kills me ❞ It was the only choice, she couldn’t live without human flesh, she was a danger to society, when she is found she was sure she’d be shot down, but she’d tell Stiles everything, maybe he won’t hate her as much if he understands,  ❝ I’m not sure of how this came to be, but I know my mom is just like me, she feeds off my dad, small pieces at a time, he really loves her, and she loves him too, mama lets papa heal and when the hunger starts again he lets her feed. ❞ Emma reaches for a towel, wiping his cheek and cleaning the blood off him, now looking normal, ❝ my sister causes accidents, fatal ones, and feeds off the dying... I--- I’ve tried so hard to stop it, raw meat, dead bodies, they’re good but they’re not enough, I don’t want to kill people, to hurt others, but when I’m hungry-- I can’t control it. ❞       

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stolenhearted:  

                        Brows perk upward, surprise washing over his features. She wanted to be friends? He gave a quick nod of his head “ friends it is then. ” he more or less chimed. He wasn’t entirely sure how much they’d have in common, but sometimes it made a friendship more interesting with varying interests. Didn’t mean they didn’t have compatible personalities. “ so…what are some of your interests then? uh. hobbies? that sort of thing. ” class wouldn’t start for another ten or so minutes, so he might as well use this time to get to know her a bit better. 

                       HE’S CUTE, his expressions are endearing, and she finds herself smiling brightly at him, ❝ well, I adore animals, everyone in my family are vets, reading, painting, I’m not very interesting ❞, she adds, pinning a stray, dark curl away from her face, ❝ Videogames are quite entretaining too, first person shooter and fighting ones are my favorites-- ❞ She presses her lips together, that was a somewhat dorky side of her but he seemed to be a dork himself, ❝ a-and you ? Is Stiles really your name ? ❞      

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stolenhearted:

                      The soft kiss to his cheek has him flinching slightly, recoiling. A small hiss escaping his own lips as the cotton ball is dabbed at the wound she’d made. He’s torn between concern and fear for his own life. She promises not to kill him, but he’s also under the impress he wasn’t going to be let go either. Had he become her personal replenishing food supply? He was starting to get the sickening feeling she wasn’t supernatural at all, but simply a cannibal. He’d gone years running from supernatural creatures only to find himself in an even more horrifying situation with a person he’d considered his friend. His body still trembled even as she had began cleaning him up. He didn’t want to hate her, he wasn’t even sure how he felt about her or what was happening. Right now, all he felt was fear. 

                                     ❝ IF YOU’RE WONDERING WHAT I am, I don’t even know ❞, the mumbles softly, cleaning up and bandaging the larger wound, ❝ my mama.. she’s like me too, so is my sister, everything happened the moment I tasted meat, I was raised a vegetarian.. ❞ Her eyes are still clouded, as if she’s telling a story to a little kid, not really aware of her surroundings.  ❝ All I know is that you taste absolutely wonderful, and when I’m hungry I eat until I’m full, and I can go on without eating for almost a whole month...❞ She licks her lips, looking down at him,  ❝ and if I don’t eat I die, I lack the nutrients I need to survive.. I just need a little bit of human meat to calm down, to go back... ❞ It was true, slowly, her eyes regained their usual shine, her veins no longer adorned her skin, ❝ but I can’t let you go and risk losing you, Stiles.. You’re special.. ❞    

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stolenhearted:

                    “ Emma, Emma wait! ” he’s trying to squirm as she moves in closer a second time. Her hands keeping his hips pressed to the floor. “ Emma you don’t have to do this, we can figure out something else! ” her teeth dig into his flesh again, but this time deeper, tearing at it, pulling a chunk free. He yells, unable to help the volume of his own voice. The sickening snap echoing in his ears. He’s trembling now, skin breaking into a light sweat. Dark eyes wide as he watches her gobble up the bit she’d taken. It was like a switch had been flicked, he didn’t even recognize the person in front of him. The face may be the same, maybe even the body, but the personality is someone else entirely. He’s horrified, but honestly, who wouldn’t be? He’d gone through some serious shit in his life, but this was something new. Something he’d have happily gone without experiencing. 

                                     COLOR RETURNS TO HER FACE, frowning lightly when she sees his reaction, which made her stand up, looking around for a first aid kit. She sits in front of him, looking down at him with a pout,  ❝ I know you don’t like me anymore, but I still like you Stiles ❞, she wipes at her eyes, actual tears falling from onyx lashes,  ❝ I can’t help it ! I’ve really tried to stop. ❞ She reaches for a fresh pack of bandages, pulling out a bottle of desinfectant, making sure to check the bleeding, it wasn’t too bad, she’d managed to get a good chunck but, it would heal with time. ❝ But I can’t... ❞ The cannibal leans in, pressing bloody lips against his cheek, before she presses a cotton ball against his wound, starting to clean it up. 

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stolenhearted:

                        “ That surprises me. I mean, you’re really pretty, and you seem really nice. I’m sure you’ll make a load of friends here. ” new exchange student, it was something new, which made most teenagers rather curious. Drew them in. He wouldn’t be surprised if she forgot about him by the end of the day. She’d find herself a friend group, probably made up of fashion addicted girls. After all France was a heavy influence when it came to all things fashion and girly. At least, that’s what he’d noticed. He had no doubt she’d fit in quickly. 

                             ❝ I’M PRETTY ? ❞ Emma knew she was pretty, her mother and father had always said so, but somehow, hearing it come from him made her cheeks turn slightly pink, a bashful smile on her lips, ❝ I actually hope I don’t make lots of friends-- I’m not very good with people ❞, with her constant craving of human flesh and all, being surrounded by a variety of it would not help her, she props her chin on her hand, looking at Stiles with interest, ❝ I do hope we become friends, though ❞     

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saviorheart:

Morning sex with soft touches under the sheets and slow, hot kisses peppering jaw lines and lazy thrusts covered by whispered “I love you”’s and small gasps.

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stolenhearted:

                          Stiles watched as she moved to kneel down in front of him. He’s confused, dark eyes watching her in bewilderment. What was she even talking about? She’s pulling up his shirt and he suddenly feels a sort of fear build up inside of him. He tries to pull at the chains, just as the pinch of her teeth breaks the skin, a yelp of pain erupting from his lips. His entire body jolting at the unpleasant sensation. He’s blinking rapidly as she pulls back, blood painting her lips. His blood, and she’s chewing, she’d just taken a bite of his flesh and ate it. He’s attempting to quickly move back now, back and away. Yanking at the bindings that held him captive. Was she a wendigo? Some kind of supernatural creature that fed on human flesh? That had to be it. But still, his heart was racing. “ Em…emma…let me go ” he tried to coax, but she looked so distant. 

                                           SHE STARES at the bloody wound she’d left behind, thoughtfully chewing on the tasty meat,  ❝ you taste amazing.. ❞ The girl looks up, licking her lips in delight,  ❝ I knew you would, you see, I didn’t want to hurt you Stiles--- I like you, a lot, which is rather weird, given that I don’t really like guys ❞ She leans in, gripping his hips to stop his struggling, dragging her tongue along the trail of blood that dripped down his stomach, sighing in delight,  ❝ I won’t kill you, Stiles, I promise, I adore you, but I need to eat, just a few bites her and there ❞ At his pleads she frowns, her eyes flickering slightly before they return to the normal, dazed, darkened look she wore.  ❝ I know you won’t like me after this-- Merde, I don’t even like myself, but I can’t help it, mon amour... ❞ Emma hums before digging her teeth into another part of his stomach, groaning when his warm blood filled her mouth, quickly pulling away, fingers shoving Stiles’ flesh into her mouth, chewing almost desperately. 

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stolenhearted:

                        She sits beside him and he can’t help but be surprised. “ uh. yeah. I guess I have a lot. Only a few close ones though. ” he’d come to the realization the people either loved him or hated him, there was rarely a middle ground between the two. he knew he was obnoxious, he knew it took a certain kind of person to tolerate him. But he’d found a good friend group in the pack and he considered them more family then just friends. “ do you have a lot of friends back home? ” he’d always wanted to be an exchange student, it just never seemed to fit right with the chaotic life he lived. Hard to travel else where when Beacon Hills was always attracting potential end of the world circumstances. 

                               ❝ I DON’T, actually. ❞ The one friend she did have, was eaten by her elder sister, back home people were something along the lines of pricks, ❝ you see, I’m considered kind of a freak, a weirdo-- People don’t really like me ❞, she says this indifferently, she didn’t care, not having friends meant she wouldn’t hurt someone she loved, which was better for her, she could eat without remorse, not that she liked to but, sometimes it was impossible to stop. ❝ So, no I don’t really have friends back in France, they’re what americans call... dicks. ❞ Or very smart.     

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stolenhearted:

              Stiles began to stir, the rattle of chains the only thing he could hear. His head was pulsing, brown eyes groggily flickering upward. The room was dark, that being until a door opened and light poured in. He squinted painfully, shifting slowly. A small wince crossing his features as pain pulsated through his entire body. As the person grew closer, a look of confusion would sweep over his features. “ Emma? ” he moved a bit more, growing more coherent. Aware enough to realize he was shacked at the wrists to two solid pipes. “ Wh- what’s going on? Where are we? ” had something captured them? // @predatvr

                                       SHE WASN’T REALLY HERSELF, normal Emma would never hurt Styles, she’d protect him from any type of harm, but she was just so hungry, and he was an easy prey.  ❝ Oh Stiles...❞, she sighs, almost in regret, her skin was almost translucent, eyes a dark color, sapphire fading to a dull blue. Her steps are slow, she barely has any energy,  ❝ I told you I was bad news--- You should’ve never noticed me, just ignored me. And I’m so hungry Stiles, I’m starving. ❞ Emma falls to her knees in front of him, slowly pulling the front of his shirt up, exposing his skin, mouth almost watering, she could practically hear the blood rushing under his skin, the warmth of him making her shiver,  ❝ just.. Just a little bite... ❞ It’s as if she’s in a trance, leaning in, before she presses her lips against the warm skin, dragging her tongue along his flesh before she bites down, pulling a rather small piece of flesh off him, blood staining her lips, Emma pulling back with a moan, relishing in the taste. 

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stolenhearted:

                     Stiles glances back just in time to catch the beautiful smile, which has him suddenly very flustered and timid. He gives another smile of his own, even more goofy looking then the last. Quickly turning to continue down the hall, showing her to the classroom. “ uh. Stiles! Just call me Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. ” he rambled a bit before realizing he was and quickly shut up. Once reaching said classroom he’d hold the door to let her pass through first before moving to his usual seat. “ you can sit next to me if you want. ” he dared, not really expecting a pretty girl like her to actually want to. 

                                       HE WAS SPECIAL, Emma could tell that much, the way he reacted to her was endearing, was he what americans would call, a dork? If so she adored dorks. There’s a nod at his slight rambling, a little giggle escaping her lips before bright sapphire orbs settle on his features,  ❝ oui, Stiles, call me Emma ❞ the girl points out, walking into the room, feeling slightly anxious when she felt eyes on her. His voice distracts her from the bubbling anxiety that settled in her stomach, giving him yet another thankful smile,  ❝ thank you ❞ Her words are soft as she settles next to him, pulling out her notebook and pens, glancing at him,  ❝ you’re a nice guy, Stiles, I bet you have many friends ❞

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               Stiles turned, brown eyes blinking. An exchanged student? They didn’t get many of those, most of them ended up in the larger cities of California. He gives a small smile in return, although his own resemble more a cartoon doodled cat. “ uh, yea-yeah. of course! I’m headed there right now myself. ” he explained before gesturing down the hall for her to follow him. 

                            ❝ YOU’RE SO KIND ! ❞ The brunette sighs in relief, petal lips parting with a smile, following him down the hall, ❝ in France we don’t do the whole changing classrooms thing, so I was confused when the students began leaving the classroom ❞ Emma hums, looking around the school’s hallway before she glances at the boy, he seemed interesting, different from the other students. ❝ forgive me, I don’t think I catched your name ❞      

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                                   ❝ HI, YES, do you go here ? I’m Emmanuelle, from the exchange program ? I’m sorry, I keep getting lost and have no way of finding AP biology ❞, lips curl in an awkward smile, her voice soft, her accent thick from the small town she was born in, bright blue orbs shine in both embarrassment and hope, ❝ could you perhaps tell me where it is ? ❞   

                                                                          ( @stolenhearted wanted a starter ! )