Fight or Flight ? [Flight and Trace]

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Fight or Flight ? [Flight and Trace] Sept 1, 2010 21:37:28 GMT -5

Post by sadniss everdeen on Sept 1, 2010 21:37:28 GMT -5

For a moment I stare, watching him. I can tell he's serious, and am not entirely sure if it's a ploy to see if bluffing or a desperate attempt at respect. I'm not entirely sure why'd he'd need the second though, maybe he thinks he has a chance? I've seen the way he was eyeing me, it happens alot. It's when they want to rip off my clothes and take me right there on the spot. When he says that he is the monster, I scoff slightly and my lips turn up into a cruel sneer.

"We're two seperate entities. Look up my file one day, it'll say 'schizophrenic, highly dangerous, psychotic'. While all that may be true, I refuse to stoop down to it's level." Then I eye his finger, opening my mouth so that the tip of my tongue brushes against his first knuckle. Salty and the decidedly bitter taste I associate with boys, I study him through half-lidded eyes.

"Sorry to disappoint;" I murmur, drawing the appendage back into my mouth (wow, that sounded wrong). "But my skills require all my fingers intact. Perhaps we could come to a... compromise?"

The rage has decided to subdue itself, though the bloodlust is still beating strong in the hollow of my throat. With a curious and somewhat seductive gaze, I offer my wrist to him; palm upwards and fingers uncurled lightly. "Drink." While I don't particularily want to loose a chunk of flesh to him, blood I don't mind. I've been bitten more times than I can count. The strange part in the back of my throat (the dry palate that stokes the thirst, that normal people don't have) is being agitated roughly, like the rasp of a cat's tongue.

My head tilts up in inquiry, raising a slight eyebrow above one golden orb. "Or do you not want to?"

Last Edit: Sept 1, 2010 21:38:09 GMT -5 by sadniss everdeen

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Fight or Flight ? [Flight and Trace] Sept 1, 2010 21:52:41 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Sept 1, 2010 21:52:41 GMT -5

"If you say so." I grab hold of her wrist, and pull it closer to my mouth. I press my lips against her arm, and then I open my mouth. I press my teeth against her hand. It's just the slightest bit salty. I like it too. I push harder, and can feel the skin break, and the blood flows into my mouth. I swallow it, and the thirst subsides. Her blood tastes amazing, and I bite in more, taking a bit of flesh with it. I'll spare you the gross details, but eventually, after fighting the hunger in my stomach, I pull away, leaving a deep gash in her arm. I lick my teeth and lips, and then look into her eyes. Oh those eyes. I think I recognize pain in them, but I'm not too sure. Those eyes have already betrayed me once.
"Is that good enough for you?" I smile, and I swallow the last bit that gathered in my mouth. It tastes amazing, and I want more, but I don't want to hurt her anymore than I already have. I lock down my body, and then look down my arm. I pull up my sleeve, and turn so my shoulder is right in front of her.
"Take a bite." I smile, and I move closer, so her face is inches from my shoulder. I clench to deal with the pain.
I'm glad she hasn't realized that I'm only doing this to get something to remember her by, if worse comes to worse.

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Fight or Flight ? [Flight and Trace] Sept 1, 2010 22:54:44 GMT -5

Post by sadniss everdeen on Sept 1, 2010 22:54:44 GMT -5

My eyes roll back slightly in my head as his teeth break the skin, letting the crimson flow directly down his awaiting throat. It's been a long time since somebody drank from my veins, and the strange tingling sensation of pleasure mixed with pain takes a moment to adjust to. Once again the red mist has descended, but it is thick and opaque, coupled with warning sirens flashing deep in the crevices of my mind.

(danger, danger, overload! draw back, retreat!)

Breathing heavily I trail a tongue along the deep gash in my forearm, stoking the burn that now rages in the back of my throat. Like an all consuming fire it envelopes me in raging heat, causing me to get out an animalistic howl of lust. Without a single hesitation, I pounce.

My force behind the lunge is strong, and I impact solidly with his frame as my teeth immediately find the hollow of his neck. Snarling, I bite down, jaws straining violently against the thick muscle. Iron liquid floods my mouth and I let out an almost scandulous moan in the back of my throat, letting the crimson soon my burn. But it isn't enough, it's been so long, and I, I need more ohgod more just a little bit please just a little little little--

I'm brought back to reality with a jarring thunk, realizing that my teeth have sunk so deep they've hit the firm bulk of his shoulderblade. Knowing that I'm dangerously close to the jugular and should pull back, but every single fiber of my soul is screaming to drink him dry, to suck all the life out of him until nothing remains but a husk and a pool of red in my stomach. Leaning over like I am, my back is arched as I try to gain purchase; one hand wrapped around the back of his head and the other gripping his bicep, knees balanced on the topbunk and head burried shamelessly in his skin.

With a physically painful heave I remove my bloodstained ivory teeth from his flesh, gasping as I hit the wall with a violent thud and try to control the spinning world around me. Everything is on fire, the monster screaming in feverish delight and me just trying to hold onto whatever sanity remains. If I'm to slip now, I don't think I'd ever come back. The body's natural gag reflex to so much lifeblood in the stomach is battling with my obscene urge to keep it down, and I think I'm winning.

Still breathing heavily I lock eyes, but can't find anything remote to say. Instead, all I manage to get out is mediocre at best. "It's been a long time, I think I went a little overboard."

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Fight or Flight ? [Flight and Trace] Sept 1, 2010 23:07:10 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Sept 1, 2010 23:07:10 GMT -5

The pain is unbearable. I've never let anybody bite me, let alone tear half my neck out.
"It's been a long time, I think I went a little overboard" She says, and the pain burns even more. A thought comes to mind. There's only one thing that I can think of to show that it's not a problem at all. I lean in, and press my lips against Flight's. They are soaked with my blood, and I taste it slightly. I want more. More blood, and more of her. The electricity runs down my body, and I want to continue. But I know that I should pull back now. I need to know she approves first. I lean back, and lick my lips seductively.
"Uhh, woah." Is all I can say. I wipe the saliva off my lips, and I look directly into her eyes. I want more. So much more. Sundra doesn't come to mind. I completely forget about her. This moment is all about Flight for me. I want her. I want just her, and only her.
But it's up to her too.

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Fight or Flight ? [Flight and Trace] Sept 1, 2010 23:30:05 GMT -5

Post by sadniss everdeen on Sept 1, 2010 23:30:05 GMT -5

His lips are against mine and my brain short-circuits. Not because he's an amazing kisser or anything, but because I'm honestly so swamped down with thoughts and emotions and urges that I can't think clearly. But I know that as I've practically ripped up half his shoulder I can't crack some crude joke, because he'd either get pissed or angsty. Neither appeals to me.

"Um, Trace?" I murmur, voice still hoarse from the bloodletting. How to let him down easily. Tough question. I lick my lips, swallowing the last of the beautiful iron tang where it sits pretty in my stomach.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I have a girlfriend." A sheepish smile, exposing slightly scarlet teeth. The lightheaded way of the world is beginning to clear, and I can now see the extent of the damage I have caused. They'll certainly ask about it later; maybe we can cook up a story about fighting during the night? Maybe.

"So, I'm not really that interested in what's between your legs." I smile a little, but it's hard with the monster still screaming inside my head, begging me for just one more taste. My wrist throbs angrily and I reach over the side, snagging a small towel and pressing it against the wound. Quickly blood blooms against the fabric, stiffling the burn of broken flesh.

Sighing, I slump back against the wall, eyes glazing over. There's always this lazy type of contentment after the strange ritual that people who haven't done it don't understand. Almost like drugs, where you're so full and sedated it's like the world can't touch you.

I lick my lips lazily, sliding my one-eyed gaze over to him. "You taste good, though. For a boy."

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Fight or Flight ? [Flight and Trace] Sept 2, 2010 11:49:23 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Sept 2, 2010 11:49:23 GMT -5

The words echo in my mind. They bounce around my mind. Then everything clicks.
"You taste good though, for a boy."
I laugh because I couldn't realize it before. I smile to show that It's alright. I can't trust myself to speak. Either the shock or the pain would take over. My neck is burning, like I have my own personal fire sitting on my shoulder. The full amount of pain sets in now, since the adrenaline has begun to wear off. I slump back against the wall, exhausted.
"I would've never guessed." I laugh quietly. My voice is hoarse, and I hope she realizes it's just because of my neck. A growl builds up in my throat, and slowly rumbles through my chest.
"You know. If you hadn't told me, I would've been hitting on you the whole time. I laugh, and then flash her my smile. I don't know why, but I still want to impress her. I guess it's because we are so similar. I still want to prove my worth.
"How long are you in here for? Did you get interrogation?" I lift my finger to the side of my face, where the blood vessels popped. It hurts twice as much, and I go lightheaded as the pain adds up. The pain.
"Wait a second. You have a gash on your arm, and I have a gash on my neck. How do we explain that? I can't help but laugh. The only way we can explain it is by saying we fought. But would they believe that we fought if the teeth marks are pretty obvious on both wounds.
I wonder if they'll extend my sentence.

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Fight or Flight ? [Flight and Trace] Sept 3, 2010 13:03:42 GMT -5

Post by sadniss everdeen on Sept 3, 2010 13:03:42 GMT -5

A small smile curls along the edges of my lips. "Well, I pride myself on being attractive for both sides, you know." I wink and settle back, pressing more firmly against my wrist that has slowed to a trickle. A dull throb has begun in the back of my head, bloodloss mixing in with exhaustion to produce a deadly sedative that is going to take me sometime soon.

"As for how long I'm in for, I have no idea. They just read off my sentence and threw me in. No interrogation considering the crimes they caught me for were somewhat minor." My eyes are beginning to droop and muscles are loosening tension, voice slurring slightly.

"I don't mind if you hit on me, just know that I won't jump into your arms." I yawn, slowly stretching my out to full length as the cool metal on the bunker lulls me to sleep. He says something, but it takes several times of repeating it over in my mind before I can form a coherent answer.

"Just say we," I nod off for a second. "had rough sex. That will shut... shut them up quick."

Turning over, I tie the bandage over my arm into a rough knot with my teeth, letting my shoulder dangle off the ledge where the flaming nerves make my fingers twitch. Eyes close and for the first time in over a day and a half, I feel myself drifting off into peaceful slumber.

Perhaps this won't be so bad after all?

(OOC: Sorry for shortness, my muse has backfired.)

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