TlalocHeh heh, mission accomplished ;}
Ahaha! XD sat at the island chair with a knife and a hammer until the parents got home, I seriously laughed out loud when I read that xD You're funny. I really don't have anything worse to share lol x) I wish I could play this game. Uhhh let's see.. I let the kids stay up an hour later than they were supposed to? XD Yeah, lame, I know. What can I say #perfectbabysitter. Actually, the parents of the three boys never had me cook anything other than microwave meals until I was like 19, so that sort of saved me from having any kitchen disasters lol.
Yeah, I didn't sleep a whole lot, not because I was giggling at cuteness but because that kid must have been doing karate in his dreams because he'd flail around all over the place. The absolute cutest thing of all of this though was that each of those three mornings, we'd we wake up and have a pillow fight before I made him breakfast xD He really is the sweetest kid. Spending a whole weekend babysitting a four year old was pretty exhausting though. New respect for parents omg.
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Aw that is so sweet! :D They must just adore you.
But really, who keeps plastic anything near the stove? x) What do you use plastic pans for anyway? I don't think I have any. Haha, well, at least the kids weren't hurt or anything. I've never had anything catastrophic happen while I was babysitting, although once I did fall asleep on the couch after I put the boys to sleep. It was like 2am and the parents weren't back from their party yet and I just lay down to rest my eyes. Before I knew it, they were waking me up lol. They weren't irritated at all so it was ok, but I still feel like I should be awake in case something happens or whatever.
I did babysit for a weekend once for another family who had just one four year old boy, and obviously I had to sleep then x) It was cute because the boy would get up in the middle of the night, run down the hall to the guest bedroom where I was sleeping, jump into my bed, and immediately fall asleep next to me - all three nights. The parents even told me before hand that he would do this x) They have a regular sitter almost every other weekend who I was filling in for, so they knew his routine.
But really, who keeps plastic anything near the stove? x) What do you use plastic pans for anyway? I don't think I have any. Haha, well, at least the kids weren't hurt or anything. I've never had anything catastrophic happen while I was babysitting, although once I did fall asleep on the couch after I put the boys to sleep. It was like 2am and the parents weren't back from their party yet and I just lay down to rest my eyes. Before I knew it, they were waking me up lol. They weren't irritated at all so it was ok, but I still feel like I should be awake in case something happens or whatever.
I did babysit for a weekend once for another family who had just one four year old boy, and obviously I had to sleep then x) It was cute because the boy would get up in the middle of the night, run down the hall to the guest bedroom where I was sleeping, jump into my bed, and immediately fall asleep next to me - all three nights. The parents even told me before hand that he would do this x) They have a regular sitter almost every other weekend who I was filling in for, so they knew his routine.
She’d done it. She’d gone too far.
The realization spread through Mila like dowse of icy water, sobering up any last vestiges of pleasure from the bite. Her dark eyes were wide and unblinking as she stared down at the bloody wounds, the disheveled hair, the weak rise and fall of Charlie’s chest. Mila took it all in and felt the shock of what she had done. She’d made a mess of this beautiful girl. The vampire had a sudden, desperate urge to stroke Charlie’s hair again, but she could only manage to hover over her, as if not daring to touch her fragile frame and risk doing any more harm.
“I-.. but I didn’t want-…” Her voice caught. There was an ache in her throat that made it difficult for her to say anything. She tried to swallow the unfamiliar sensation away. She’d finally allowed her fingertips to stroke the sides of Charlie’s face and neck, as if trying to coax the life back into her. It was no use. Charlie wasn’t responding at all. For all she knew, she watching the girl’s body fail, right in front of her and there’s was nothing she could do…
’Take her to a hospital. Expose yourself,’ came a small voice from the back of her mind, one that Mila thought she had quieted a long time ago. She could do it. There might still be time to save her. The healthcare in this day and age was unbelievable, they could do incredible things now, they could..
“Oh!” Mila let out a quiet gasp as Charlie’s eyes fluttered open. She was awake! She was looking at her! Thank god. The relief was immediate and powerful. She was never so pleased as she was now to see those blue orbs staring up at her. She could also see now from those large expressive eyes just how much pain her roommate was in. It brought another hollow ache to her chest.
“Charlie…,” she began gently, unsure of what she could possibly say. ’Sorry I manipulated you into thinking I was a good person. Sorry I weaseled my way into your life just to seduce you. Sorry I almost killed you just now…’ She swallowed again and tried to peer into the girl’s dazed, blue eyes, her own gaze hesitant. But Charlie wasn’t looking into her eyes…she was staring at Mila’s lips, a horrified look on her face. They were still stained red with blood and glistening in dim moonlight from the window. Mila immediately drew her hands away from Charlie and wiped her mouth and chin with the back of her hand. All of a sudden, she was painfully aware of how monstrous she must have appeared.
“W-Wait! Don’t try to move,” she said beseechingly as she watched Charlie try to scramble backwards. The girl was way too exhausted to manage much more than a weak squirm. “You need to be still.” Mila felt disgusted with herself as soon as she said it, as she recalled making a very similar demand, under very different circumstances, earlier that night. She watched as Charlie lifted a frail hand to her neck to feel the ghastly bite marks and she could have let out a soft sob at the way the girl’s face broke into horrified realization.
"W-what are you?"
Mila winced at the fear and revulsion in Charlie’s tone and looked away without answering. What was she… Devil, demon, monster. Vampire. Forced to walk the earth for all eternity, praying on hapless victims to keep herself sane. If she was supposed to have no soul, then why did she feel so much agony at the way Charlie’s cheeks had become wet with tears or at the disgust that was directed at her. She looked down at her hands in her lap. She felt repulsed at how bloody they were and tried to hide them in some way. By this point she had moved away from Charlie, still sitting on the couch but no longer straddling her waist. She stood up suddenly and went into the kitchen.
“Here…do you want-..?” She had a glass of water in her hands and she knelt beside Charlie to offer to help her drink it. How stupid and cruel she felt for doing it, as if it somehow did anything to make the situation any less sickening. “Please, just be still for a moment,” she repeated quietly. The last thing she wanted was for Charlie to overexert herself by trying to sit up, or worse, by trying to run away. Mila dared not to touch the girl, but she kept close enough to be ready to restrain her should she try anything. Though she hated herself for thinking it, there was no way she could let the girl escape the apartment any time soon to contact the authorities. She glanced at the coffee table, suddenly looking for something.
“…Where’s your cell phone?” she asked softly, feeling a pang of guilt for having to ask the question.
The realization spread through Mila like dowse of icy water, sobering up any last vestiges of pleasure from the bite. Her dark eyes were wide and unblinking as she stared down at the bloody wounds, the disheveled hair, the weak rise and fall of Charlie’s chest. Mila took it all in and felt the shock of what she had done. She’d made a mess of this beautiful girl. The vampire had a sudden, desperate urge to stroke Charlie’s hair again, but she could only manage to hover over her, as if not daring to touch her fragile frame and risk doing any more harm.
“I-.. but I didn’t want-…” Her voice caught. There was an ache in her throat that made it difficult for her to say anything. She tried to swallow the unfamiliar sensation away. She’d finally allowed her fingertips to stroke the sides of Charlie’s face and neck, as if trying to coax the life back into her. It was no use. Charlie wasn’t responding at all. For all she knew, she watching the girl’s body fail, right in front of her and there’s was nothing she could do…
’Take her to a hospital. Expose yourself,’ came a small voice from the back of her mind, one that Mila thought she had quieted a long time ago. She could do it. There might still be time to save her. The healthcare in this day and age was unbelievable, they could do incredible things now, they could..
“Oh!” Mila let out a quiet gasp as Charlie’s eyes fluttered open. She was awake! She was looking at her! Thank god. The relief was immediate and powerful. She was never so pleased as she was now to see those blue orbs staring up at her. She could also see now from those large expressive eyes just how much pain her roommate was in. It brought another hollow ache to her chest.
“Charlie…,” she began gently, unsure of what she could possibly say. ’Sorry I manipulated you into thinking I was a good person. Sorry I weaseled my way into your life just to seduce you. Sorry I almost killed you just now…’ She swallowed again and tried to peer into the girl’s dazed, blue eyes, her own gaze hesitant. But Charlie wasn’t looking into her eyes…she was staring at Mila’s lips, a horrified look on her face. They were still stained red with blood and glistening in dim moonlight from the window. Mila immediately drew her hands away from Charlie and wiped her mouth and chin with the back of her hand. All of a sudden, she was painfully aware of how monstrous she must have appeared.
“W-Wait! Don’t try to move,” she said beseechingly as she watched Charlie try to scramble backwards. The girl was way too exhausted to manage much more than a weak squirm. “You need to be still.” Mila felt disgusted with herself as soon as she said it, as she recalled making a very similar demand, under very different circumstances, earlier that night. She watched as Charlie lifted a frail hand to her neck to feel the ghastly bite marks and she could have let out a soft sob at the way the girl’s face broke into horrified realization.
"W-what are you?"
Mila winced at the fear and revulsion in Charlie’s tone and looked away without answering. What was she… Devil, demon, monster. Vampire. Forced to walk the earth for all eternity, praying on hapless victims to keep herself sane. If she was supposed to have no soul, then why did she feel so much agony at the way Charlie’s cheeks had become wet with tears or at the disgust that was directed at her. She looked down at her hands in her lap. She felt repulsed at how bloody they were and tried to hide them in some way. By this point she had moved away from Charlie, still sitting on the couch but no longer straddling her waist. She stood up suddenly and went into the kitchen.
“Here…do you want-..?” She had a glass of water in her hands and she knelt beside Charlie to offer to help her drink it. How stupid and cruel she felt for doing it, as if it somehow did anything to make the situation any less sickening. “Please, just be still for a moment,” she repeated quietly. The last thing she wanted was for Charlie to overexert herself by trying to sit up, or worse, by trying to run away. Mila dared not to touch the girl, but she kept close enough to be ready to restrain her should she try anything. Though she hated herself for thinking it, there was no way she could let the girl escape the apartment any time soon to contact the authorities. She glanced at the coffee table, suddenly looking for something.
“…Where’s your cell phone?” she asked softly, feeling a pang of guilt for having to ask the question.
Twice! Touche! x)
Well, you do have the rest of your life to work, so I say you should enjoy this time now! I used to babysit too actually, before I moved out to Raleigh. I'm actually going to babysit over Easter Break when I go back to my hometown. They're a family I've known since we moved to North Carolina and their kids love me, if I do say so myself. Three little boys and we just run around the house playing with nerf guns xD We start out on teams and then they eventually gang up on me. They wear me out. x)
..Almost burned down their kitchen?? xD
I'm gonna call it a night btw, sooo beat. Goodnight! Sweet dreams
Well, you do have the rest of your life to work, so I say you should enjoy this time now! I used to babysit too actually, before I moved out to Raleigh. I'm actually going to babysit over Easter Break when I go back to my hometown. They're a family I've known since we moved to North Carolina and their kids love me, if I do say so myself. Three little boys and we just run around the house playing with nerf guns xD We start out on teams and then they eventually gang up on me. They wear me out. x)
..Almost burned down their kitchen?? xD
I'm gonna call it a night btw, sooo beat. Goodnight! Sweet dreams
Here I was thinking, "hm, I hope she has enough to work with, my post was kind of short..." and then you send me a freaking masterpiece xD I did smile when saw euphoric lol.
What! I think my mom would start laughing if her 21-year-old just asked for 20 bucks. But maybe when I was 16, she would have been like ok here...Yeah, my parents did give me spending money before I started working. *Sigh* ..to be young again x) But it's so freeing to have my own money!
Guess I'll be content staying stuck in character then ;D
What! I think my mom would start laughing if her 21-year-old just asked for 20 bucks. But maybe when I was 16, she would have been like ok here...Yeah, my parents did give me spending money before I started working. *Sigh* ..to be young again x) But it's so freeing to have my own money!
Guess I'll be content staying stuck in character then ;D
Oh my god, I loved your post. I read it twice. I'm going to go read it again.
Hahahaha!! XD Ahhh man, that made me laugh lol. Just so you know, I'm doing a fist pump right now for beating you to the word >;D
Yeah about those anxiety attacks.. x) Nah, see, slamming your foot into a ball a hundred times a week really helps to alleviate stress xD And I have to work, so there's no use in me freaking out about it. As much as I complain about work, I've really got a great set up at this grocery store. I like all my coworkers and my managers are good people, which makes all the difference in the world. They let me pick my hours without a fuss and if I'm slammed with school work, I can usually easily request a day or two off. Art and design are my passions so I can work long stretches of time without burning out.
But.. sometimes I do feel a little overwhelmed by all of it. Even though I'm out of my parents' house, I'm still partially supported by them. There's nothing I want more than to be financially independent. But when I get stressed, I start to get scared that I won't find a job after I graduate and have to be a cashier for the rest of my life... ;_; Sounds melodramatic now...but very real at 3am.
Uhhh, ok enough therapy couch confessions haha xD I'm glad you liked my post!
EDIT: YES BITE-SIZED. Haha, clearly I'm still wrapped up in Mila's personality xD Must get out of character lol
Yeah about those anxiety attacks.. x) Nah, see, slamming your foot into a ball a hundred times a week really helps to alleviate stress xD And I have to work, so there's no use in me freaking out about it. As much as I complain about work, I've really got a great set up at this grocery store. I like all my coworkers and my managers are good people, which makes all the difference in the world. They let me pick my hours without a fuss and if I'm slammed with school work, I can usually easily request a day or two off. Art and design are my passions so I can work long stretches of time without burning out.
But.. sometimes I do feel a little overwhelmed by all of it. Even though I'm out of my parents' house, I'm still partially supported by them. There's nothing I want more than to be financially independent. But when I get stressed, I start to get scared that I won't find a job after I graduate and have to be a cashier for the rest of my life... ;_; Sounds melodramatic now...but very real at 3am.
Uhhh, ok enough therapy couch confessions haha xD I'm glad you liked my post!
EDIT: YES BITE-SIZED. Haha, clearly I'm still wrapped up in Mila's personality xD Must get out of character lol
The moment she pierced the skin, her world exploded in a glorious burst of warmth.
The bite was pure ecstasy. Something about taking her prey while they were awake and aware made the act that much more pleasurable; Mila felt it overwhelmingly now. For the first minute or two, she saw nothing, heard nothing and felt only euphoric bliss. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she knew the girl was struggling against what was happening, but Charlie’s soft sounds were ultimately lost on her.
Her hands kept their hold Charlie’s wrists as she bit down, but gradually they began to loosen, then slide down the girl’s arms and tangle themselves into her hair. The whole process was virtually silent, save for the occasional slick sound of lips on skin or her own sighs of content. Gradually the shock of pleasure became a gentle glow and she began to become dimly aware of her surroundings again as she continued to take and take. She became aware of Charlie’s hands against her head, holding her close. The realization sent a curious flutter in her chest. She shouldn’t have been surprised though, she knew Charlie would be feeling a euphoric rush of her own. Still, the image she had suddenly of what the girl’s expression must have been at the climax of that rush seemed to pull Mila out of her bloodthirsty frenzy and into a different sort of trance…
Stop. Stop! She needed to stop right now, if Charlie was going to be ok. Mila had already taken more than she usually did, when she wanted to be sure her prey would be able to recuperate afterward. And yet, it was so difficult to pull away… This was the best she’d had for as long as she could remember. Maybe the best. But it would be over forever if she didn’t stop now. That thought should have been enough to make her yank away…It was something else though that finally did it. Big blue eyes, enchanting laugh, that charming lip bite. She imagined them dying at her hands and was suddenly pulling away from Charlie’s neck, panting heavily, and letting her head rest on her roommate’s chest.
She lay there for a moment, exhausted, eyelids heavy. Suddenly she stirred and hurriedly pressed her ear more firmly to Char’s chest, listening for a heart beat with a horrible sinking sensation in her stomach. Where was it…?! There! She thought she felt something but it was weak. “Charlie..” Her tone was so different from the alluring one she’d used earlier. It sounded faint. “Charlie, can you hear me?” Mila raised her head and sat up to hover over the girl. She placed a cool hand against both cheeks, her eyes scanning frantically over her features. “Char, open your eyes,” she demanded hoarsely. A hand moved to her neck, but this time it wasn’t to lust after her pulse but rather to beg for it to come back strong again.
“Please wake up,” she whispered. A line of blood still lingered from her lip. A bead of it trembled from her chin before dropping onto Charlie’s cheek. Mila quickly rubbed it away with her thumb. Her fingers moved down to the two small bite marks that were still quite visible. Two gaping wounds in an otherwise beautiful, slender neck. She touched them gingerly with her fingertips and blood colored the ends of them red.
The bite was pure ecstasy. Something about taking her prey while they were awake and aware made the act that much more pleasurable; Mila felt it overwhelmingly now. For the first minute or two, she saw nothing, heard nothing and felt only euphoric bliss. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she knew the girl was struggling against what was happening, but Charlie’s soft sounds were ultimately lost on her.
Her hands kept their hold Charlie’s wrists as she bit down, but gradually they began to loosen, then slide down the girl’s arms and tangle themselves into her hair. The whole process was virtually silent, save for the occasional slick sound of lips on skin or her own sighs of content. Gradually the shock of pleasure became a gentle glow and she began to become dimly aware of her surroundings again as she continued to take and take. She became aware of Charlie’s hands against her head, holding her close. The realization sent a curious flutter in her chest. She shouldn’t have been surprised though, she knew Charlie would be feeling a euphoric rush of her own. Still, the image she had suddenly of what the girl’s expression must have been at the climax of that rush seemed to pull Mila out of her bloodthirsty frenzy and into a different sort of trance…
Stop. Stop! She needed to stop right now, if Charlie was going to be ok. Mila had already taken more than she usually did, when she wanted to be sure her prey would be able to recuperate afterward. And yet, it was so difficult to pull away… This was the best she’d had for as long as she could remember. Maybe the best. But it would be over forever if she didn’t stop now. That thought should have been enough to make her yank away…It was something else though that finally did it. Big blue eyes, enchanting laugh, that charming lip bite. She imagined them dying at her hands and was suddenly pulling away from Charlie’s neck, panting heavily, and letting her head rest on her roommate’s chest.
She lay there for a moment, exhausted, eyelids heavy. Suddenly she stirred and hurriedly pressed her ear more firmly to Char’s chest, listening for a heart beat with a horrible sinking sensation in her stomach. Where was it…?! There! She thought she felt something but it was weak. “Charlie..” Her tone was so different from the alluring one she’d used earlier. It sounded faint. “Charlie, can you hear me?” Mila raised her head and sat up to hover over the girl. She placed a cool hand against both cheeks, her eyes scanning frantically over her features. “Char, open your eyes,” she demanded hoarsely. A hand moved to her neck, but this time it wasn’t to lust after her pulse but rather to beg for it to come back strong again.
“Please wake up,” she whispered. A line of blood still lingered from her lip. A bead of it trembled from her chin before dropping onto Charlie’s cheek. Mila quickly rubbed it away with her thumb. Her fingers moved down to the two small bite marks that were still quite visible. Two gaping wounds in an otherwise beautiful, slender neck. She touched them gingerly with her fingertips and blood colored the ends of them red.
No thank god, only three, sometimes four days a week. Although, if I could spread it out during the week, I wouldn't have to do three intense days of long shifts... But I need to cram it all in to three so I can have two days for practice and at least one or two nights for homework. That doesn't leave me much time to socialize unfortunately D: But all my friends or either in club or in studio so I guess that's ok. I'm making a hole in my schedule next week though, cuz I wanna go see Captain America 2 with my friends. It gets better in the summer too because club ends with the school year and I can have nice bite-sized shifts at work. Hoping to get an internship at this newspaper place in my hometown though, so that will probably keep me busy.
So yeah, another reason why I'm so slow to post, I'm usually working on design hw too x) I'm working on a color storyboard right now. (And your post of course, I'm almost done!)
So yeah, another reason why I'm so slow to post, I'm usually working on design hw too x) I'm working on a color storyboard right now. (And your post of course, I'm almost done!)
Haha, lay in bed and eat food xD Who doesn't have those days though? x) I feel that way sometimes after a long shift at work x( Not so much after practice, but then, we only have them twice a week. Do you do dance every day?
Do it! If you want lol. Prepare to feel on edge.
Do it! If you want lol. Prepare to feel on edge.
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