#revjessec

[savagecuhnt]

Rose:“You know that butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach you get when you like someone?”

Jesse:”What?”

Rose:”Yeah...I got bats fluttering around my insides when I see ya. Shit’s fucking weird.”

[savagecuhnt]

Rough touch|| Jesse & Rose

#12.My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Blood was dripping down Rose’s cheek. An evident gash took up almost two inches of the female’s pale face, but that wasn’t what had her in a panic. “These fucking leeches!” she hissed. She could sense the clan of vamps heading their way. ten, maybe fifteen minutes max was all they had until they’d be found. “Jesse!” she called out. She sprinted down the narrow hallway of the abandoned hotel, stumbling and panting as she attempted to feel out his energy. “Jesse, where the fuck are you!”

“Shit-” time was up. She could feel the darkness drowning out the light, the presence of the bloodsuckers becoming quite evident to the female. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-” she continued to scramble through the halls, eyes scanning the insides of each abandoned room she passed. “Jesse they’re here!” 

Stumbling down the deteriorating stairs, she finally caught sight of her companion. But to no surprise the vamps had reached the front of the hotel and weren’t far from entering the lobby. Quickly she shoved Jesse hard against the wall, covering his mouth as she glared back at him. “We have company.” she whispered.  

[savagecuhnt]

The road was dark, the night silent. If the female wasn’t capable of handling herself, she’d swear she’d be shaking to the bone by the sense of eyes following her every move. “10%, fucking great.” she mumbled to herself as icy hues gazed down at the glowing screen of her dying cellphone. Her combat boots crunched against loose gravel as she continued, on foot, down the dark road, cigarette between pale pink lips, clouds of smoke following closely behind like that of a traveling steam powered locomotive. “Okay, that’s it...” the raven haired female stopped in her tracks and tossed her still lit cigarette aside, “I know you’re out there, I can fucking feel you.” Traveling by foot, in the middle of nowhere, at night, would be unnerving to just about anyone, but for this female, it only frustrated her to the point of wanting to start a physical altercation, “Let’s go, fucker. Come on out!”