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[center][h1][color=7DB9B6]Elodie Ashbourne[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=D9A0B0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sean's truck—-->Vex Apartment • [color=D9A0B0][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night[/center]
[center][color=D9A0B0][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@FunnyGuy] Sean [@Tpartywithzombi] Vex • [color=D9A0B0][b]Mentions:[/b][/color][/center]
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At first, she didn’t understand.

Elodie blinked up at him, still trembling on the floor, her mind frayed and crackling with too many sensations–fear, guilt, bloodlust, [I]him.[/I] She watched as he rolled up his sleeve, as if readying for a bandage or to check a wound, and for a moment she was about to reach out in concern…

But then he offered his wrist.

Her eyes widened. Her breath caught.
[color=D9A0B0]“No,”[/color] she whispered, confused, shaking her head as if she hadn’t heard him right.
[color=D9A0B0]“Sean, w-what are you doing?”[/color]

[color=8E3954][I]Oh, he knows. Look at him. Giving it to you like a gift. Sweet man. Brave man. Delicious man.[/I][/color]

The inner demon slithered in on cue, smug and salivating. Her heart slammed in her chest.
[color=D9A0B0]“You can’t be serious,”[/color] she murmured, her voice shaking.

But he was. Gods, he was.

She could see it in the quiet steadiness of his gaze, the way he held his wrist out like it was nothing. Like she wasn’t a starving spawn shaking on the edge of frenzy. Like she wasn’t [I]dangerous.[/I]

[color=8E3954][I]He thinks you can handle it. Let’s prove him wrong.[/I][/color]

[color=D9A0B0]“No. I-I can’t. I [I]won’t.[/I]”[/color] Her words trembled but her body betrayed her, leaning in as though magnetized. The smell of him rushed into her senses like smoke in her lungs.

[color=8E3954][I]You’re already there. You’ve already decided. You just need the excuse.[/I][/color]

[color=D9A0B0]“Stop it!”[/color] she snapped aloud—whether to Sean or the voice, she didn’t know. Her hands curled into fists. Her throat burned.

His blood called to her like music. Warm, willing, steady. She could feel the pulse beneath his skin from where she sat, and her fangs throbbed behind her lips, begging to taste.

Her fingers twitched.

[color=8E3954][I]Just a sip. Just a bite. He said don’t argue, remember? You wanna be a good girl, don't you? Obedient little monster.[/I][/color]

Her hand reached out, hesitating—hovering just above his arm. And gods help her, she wanted it. She wanted him. Her lips parted, breath quickening. Her teeth grazed his wrist.

[color=8E3954][I]Do it. DO IT![/I][/color]

She inhaled—deep, trembling—and froze.

That wasn’t Sean.

Her head snapped to the side, nostrils flaring. There, beneath the metallic perfume of spilled adrenaline and bruised skin, was something else. Older. Cooler. Stored.

Preserved.

She knew Sean’s scent. Knew it by heart.

But this? This wasn’t him.

And it wasn’t Vex either.

It was blood.

Stored blood.

Elodie’s voice cracked, thick with desperation and shame as she looked back at him, fangs still peeking, breath coming too fast. [color=D9A0B0]“Sean…”[/color] she whispered hoarsely. [color=D9A0B0]“I think… there’s blood. In Vex’s fridge.”[/color] Her hand clutched at his shirt like a lifeline. [color=D9A0B0]“I think I can smell it…”[/color]

She wasn’t sure if she was begging for his help or warning him to get away.

Maybe both.[/color]