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aliceband — fire with fire
Control
Continued here @noditchablepromdate
"Well well I may actually be at a wee advantage for once." She strolls further into the room. "Oh I know you're going to help me. Well you've not really got much of a choice now do you darlin?" She smiles brightly, as she walked towards the bookshelf. "I've heard you've quite the collection of spell books, being a hunter or what not love. The question is-where are they though?"
Control || Past || Karissa and Adam
She suddenly came to, the bloodlust vanishing as quickly as it'd assaulted her, and she fell back on her butt, staring in shock at the torn apart body lying on the ground in front of her. She looked down at her red-stained hands as though she didn't recognize them, lifting her hands to her face to dab at her mouth with her wrist, realizing that her mouth- and probably her face- was also covered in blood.
It wasn't her fault. She'd been fine, she had been under control. They'd just been flirting, it was innocent. She'd eaten earlier, for this specific reason, she hadn't wanted to be hungry going out, if she messed up who knew when she'd next be let out in public. She'd been hidden away with her clan for what seemed like ages, and she'd missed public, missed people. She'd wanted to prove she could be out, that she wasn't the child they treated her like.
But he'd cut himself, and high on her success thus far, her guard down from the flirtation, and her vision had gone red with bloodlust, and here she was. It wasn't her fault; it was his. If he hadn't cut himself, if her too-sharp senses hadn't been suddenly assaulted with the metallic tang of blood, none of this would have happened.
She needed to get rid of the body, but she felt messy and dirty and failed, and it was all she could do not to cry.