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Post by kiera on Jan 20, 2011 10:55:33 GMT -5
  Morgan looked very much like she always did - confident. She wasn't speaking or moving or doing anything at all. And yet, somehow she seemed in control. She made others feel weak by comparison. She wasn't surrounded by friends at the moment, and she didnt need to be. Morgan wasn't looking for company or for a friend. She was looking for entertainment. Morgan was specific about her entertainment. It would be more accurate to say she was looking for a shifter. Morgan loved shifters, envied them secretly, and was slightly obsessed with them.
She had a brother back home and he was a shifter. Her parents were also shifters. Then there was her. She didn't have the gene, and no one knew why. She was the lone human in a family of shifters. She scowled for a moment before pushing the thought away. It didn't matter. She knew more about shifters than any other human most likely, possibly more than some shifters themselves even knew. She made it her business to search out shifters both human and animal. Her father was a human shifter. Her mother shifted into a kestrel. Her brother shifted into an osprey. It was quite unfair really. Her father could walk around wearing whatever face he pleased. Her mother and brother could literally suddenly sprout wings and fly into the sky. They all left her behind, because she wasn't like them.
It didn't matter. She had never been like them, and didn't need to be. She couldn't deny how she had always craved an identity as a shifter, but she had made herself into someone new. She was powerful, strong. She liked to consider herself untouchable. She smiled at this thought as she casually looked around at the people gathered in the park. Must you insist on being so dull? She frowned slightly, a twitch of her lips. She ran an impatient hand through her hair. She had been sitting with knees drawn up to her chin and one arm casually draped over her leg. She relaxed back onto the grass now, her hair splaying out like a halo around her. She sighed, quietly compaining to herself. "At this point, I would take someone who shifting into a freaking worm." Thats all she was waiting for. She wanted to catch a shifter, or someone of interest. Maybe a boy she could toy with for a week or two. She imagined the various pick up lines. "Baby, if you were a sandwhich at McDonald's - you'd be McGorgeous." Yeah, that one was defnately her favorite. She grinned and laughed, closing her eyes and losing herself in the warmth of the sun. "Yeah, I am McGorgeous." Morgan definately had no self esteem issues.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 21, 2011 8:43:17 GMT -5
xx. He strode along with a confident smile. His eyes were focused on anything. Right now they were watching a few girls walking through the park together. One looked over at him and pointed and they all giggled and waved. He offered them his smile and they bathed in it, all of them giggling shyly and waving. But he nearly ran into someone and went to turn and snap at them, but he couldn't. His eyes latched to her like they had with the group of the girls. Dustin looked her up and down and offered her a smile. sorry about that, darlin'. I should have paid more attention. he said apologetically but didn't stop looking at her. His gaze looked her up and down a few more times before they found her face again. yeah, she's pretty. doesn't matter if she's out of my league, she's still really fucking pretty. he thought to himself, his eyes focused on what was going on in front of him.
xx. His bright blue eyes were focused on one woman for once, and that was weird for him. But he wouldn't let it stand in the way. He was wearing a white beater underneath a leather jacket and baggy jeans. He wore motorcycle boots on his feet and offered her his hand. my name is dustin lasin. but you can call me dusty. what's yours? he asked politely but his mind was on something else. Something completely different. It was obvious he wanted something else and it was hard to get that out of his head. he offered her another smile before pulling back his hand, realizing he had been holding it out this whole time and she had yet to have taken it. great. one of those. he thought almost bitterly as he turned his attention back to the group of girls who were now laying in the grass, almost like they were begging for his attention. He almost wanted to give it to them seeing as this girl didn't seem as interested in him as he wanted her to be.
CHARACTER DUSTY !
TAGGED MORGAN !
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OUTFIT MOTORCYCLE BOOTS, LEATHER JACKET, BAGGY JEANS, WHITE BEATER !
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Post by kiera on Jan 21, 2011 9:08:05 GMT -5
Morgan sat up abruptly as someone tripped over her. Her lips twitched down into an annoyed frown as she looked up at the person in question. You have got to be kidding me. I'm looking for a shifter, and instead I get a bumbling idiot tripping over his own two feet. Morgan was not entertained in the least. The annoyance in her frown melted slightly as she actually looked at Dustin. She raised an eyebrow with interest. She couldn't deny his physical appeal, even if he had managed to nearly crush her. Perhaps it was just a really bad excuse for him to talk to her. She ran a hand through her hair. She would have taken his hand, but he pulled it back before she could.
"Sorry about that, darlin'. I should have paid more attention. My name is Dustin Lasin, but you can call me Dusty. What's yours?" The glances he had given her to begin with showed his interest, though he quickly seemed to dismiss her. Morgan did not enjoy being dismissed, but she did enjoy a challange. Would this boy, Dustin, be her little game of the day? She wanted to see. She stood slowly, casually dusting off her clothes though there wasn't any dirt on them. She was just drawing attention to her petite, yet shapely, figure. She was quite a bit shorter than him, being only 5ft 5in herself. She smiled confidently at him, a tinge of challenge in her gaze as she replied.
"Dustin," she rolled the name on her tongue. It sounded nice, and matched his appearance well. "My name's Morgan and as for your apology." She grinned at him, this would be her first little test. She put her hands casually on her hips and looked at him. "Honestly, I would think a handsome man like yourself would be charming enough to think of a better way to apologize for nearly crushing me." She wanted to see how he would respond to that. How would he take her words? She hadn't unleashed her inner bitch yet, she usually reserved that for other girls and guys who tried to control her. This guys seemed like one of the rare ones that wouldn't require the presence of her inner bitch. She was intrigued.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 21, 2011 9:21:18 GMT -5
xx. His eyes raked back to her as she stood up and he couldn't help but give her his smile. He was almost always smiling, something he had come across when he was little and he discovered that he liked it. well, yeah, i could have come up with something better. but why waste my breath when that one worked just as well? he said with a smirk, his eyes lowering to her face. his arms were crossed across his chest, his eyes focused on her for a while. but that attention wouldn't last long. at least he doubted it would. i guess i could have swept you up and apologized for ten minutes, but once again, there is more of wasting my time and wasting your time. He ran his hands through his hair and brushed his hair back from his eyes again.
xx. She was interesting, not like the normal girl that almost fell head over heals and it interested him. he was one of the guys that always met all his girls in a club when they were drunk and didn't care about a one night stand. the few girlfriends he managed to have were all met by bumping into them. All of which still fell for him quickly. His eyes sdanced at the thought of a challenge. but to be honest, i don't take you as the kind of girl who would like that or fall for that all too quickly. he said with a smirk. it was easy to tell she had become a little more upset about the other girls he seemed more interested in and with a shrug of his shoulders he glanced a few more times toward them. he couldn't help it. he was a guy. a guy who had been doing this for the majority of his life.
[/justify][/blockquote] CHARACTER DUSTY !
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Post by kiera on Jan 21, 2011 9:44:32 GMT -5
Morgan was definately not appreciating his distraction. He obviously didnt realize the situation. There was Morgan, or not Morgan. If he chose the latter, he would be quite sorry in less than three minutes. She barely kept herself from scowling. This was still a challange, a game that she would win. She looked him up and down as his eyes wandered to the other girls. He seemed like her - used to having the other sex fawn over him. Morgan did not fawn over anyone, unless she was praising herself. Everyone else was inconsequential and unimportant. She had learned that early on. Make your choice Dustin, are you getting this or not? Personally, I think not.
"Well, yeah, I could have come up with something better. But why waste my breath when that one worked just as well? I guess I could have swept you up and apologized for ten minutes, but once again, there is more of wasting my time and wasting your time. But to be honest, I don't take you as the kind of girl who would like that or fall for that all too quickly." Morgan smirked and raised her eyebrow again. It was almost always perched skeptically above her gaze. She shifted her weight onto one leg. Looking him up and down. Her lips twitched into something between a confident smile and a smirk. She didn't want to lose her small hold on Dustin, but he should know he didn't have the upper hand. No one had the upper hand on Morgan, that's not how she rolled.
"I would have pegged you as the type of guy to use this opportunity just a bit more to your advantage. Oh I dont know," She waved her hadn vaguely, and when she spoke again she did a poor impression of Dustin's voice. "Let me make it up to you, darlin'. How about I take you to dinner sometime?" She looked at him skeptically and watched as his eyes once more wandered to the other girls. Morgan did not share the spotlight. She spoke again, her voice daring him. "I'm not the type of girl who falls for anything, Dustin. I pride myself on knowing what I'm doing." She stopped and leaned down, picking her bag up off the grass. She slung it over her shoulder, gesturing pointedly to the group of girls Dustin had been eying.
"As obviously interested in this conversation as you are, I guess I'm leaving. Oh, if this was one of your methods to 'sweep girls away or something', it wouldn't even work on them. Have fun trying though."" She grinned, still daring him with her eyes. With a small wave of her fingers, she turned around and began to walk gracefully away across the grass. She wasn't moving particularily fast, but her movements were filled with an intimidating confidence. Your move, Dustin. Though I believe I may have just won our little game. I'm too much for you.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 21, 2011 21:42:45 GMT -5
xx. His eyes gazed at her for a few moments and he shrugged his shoulders. Why offer to something that miss priss wouldn't accept to? I like my girls down to earth, not up on a mountain of self glory. he said with a smirk on his face, his eyes following her as she walked off. He called after her once, not caring if she came or left, simply to make sure he got the final word. Sorry babe, I dont care if you stay or go. It isn't necessary to make a big deal of shared lime light. Most guys can't keep their attention on one girl for longer than three minutes. You aren't too different. He said with a smirked as he wandered over to the group of girls in a slow, dazed movement. He was waiting for her, knowing that she wouldn't let it go from there and that if he simply took her time.
xx. He smiled and stretched his arms above his head as he looked up at the cloudless sky. His eyes were focused on the birds and the other things above. He was a guy, a normal guy, who loved to live in the moment, even if that meant turning down girls that seemed to think they were absolutely perfect. Dusty smirked and slowly croutched down next to the girls, talking and laughing his calm laugh with them as they each basked in his attention. But it was constantly nagging at him to look toward his escaped catch. He wanted to look at her but at the same time couldn't have cared because it was just some girl that seemed just as uninterested in him as he was in her.
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Post by kiera on Jan 22, 2011 4:16:52 GMT -5
Morgan did not take kindly to being called prissy. She stiffened slightly, but continued to walk away. She knew he would either follow her or go to the other girls. She heard his shouted words and continued to walk, waiting to hear footsteps. They didn't come. She frowned, only because she knew he couldn't see. This was not her plan. This was his plan. She didn't have to turn around to know he had moved his attentions to the other group of girls. This irritated her. She scowled. If he was waiting for her to turn around and come back to him, he was going to be dissapointed. Whether she wanted to admit it, his words had stung. Morgan was a very realistic person, she didn't lie to herself. She was fully aware how much of a bitch she could be. She knew she was confident, even ego-tistical at times. But Morgan Jane Cartliss was not and had never been prissy.
Her hands balled into fists at her sides. The fact that he had gotten the last word made everything worse. Good luck finding the girl of your dreams, Dustin. You'll probably end up dying alone and unloved. Nothing was making her feel better at this point. She hadn't realized it, but she had walked clear across the soft grass of the park and towards the concrete. She always threaded her way through the parking lot to get to the shortcut that led back to the University. She lived on campus. Her eyes were downcast, sending out a message not to mess with her. Obviously someone didnt get that message. As she walked past a large marroon mini-van, large hands grabbed her forearms. She let out an ear-piercing scream that was cut off as a heavy palm was slapped over her mouth. She struggled, kicking and biting. Nothing was working. She was petite, and not particularily strong. Her eyes were wild and welling with tears as her captor began dragging her towards the open doors of the minivan.
Why had no one looked over? She looked around desperately, but she was almost out of sight. Her welling tears turned into frantic sobs. She bit down hard, feeling satisfaction as she heard a deep man's voice. "You little fucking bitch!" She drew in a breath and screamed again, wordless. She was too terrified to form words. She just needed to scream, and someone to hear her, and someone to help her. Mid-scream, she felt something heavy strike her head. Her vision went black and the scream died in her throat as she crumpled unconcious into the arms of her captor. A small trickle of blood came from her skull. Strong arms went under her, lifting her and walking her with smug triumph to the waiting minivan.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 22, 2011 10:03:28 GMT -5
&&. He had been satisfied with himself as he was squatting with the other girls, laughing and talking to them after learning their names. The smallest blonde was Amy, the other was a cute brunette with huge blue eyes whose name was Jessica. The last, and probably the prettiest of the group was named Jamie. But when a scream erupted in the air, Dusty spun and stood up, scanning the park for whom-ever was in trouble. But the one that was in trouble made him chuckle a little. He left without saying a word, a full fledged sprint after Morgan and her captor. He found it amusing how he had hardly gotten rid of her and had to come to her rescue but he wouldn't complain. Maybe now she would get the attention she seemed to crave, but it would be out of a good deed rather than the urge to be around her. He didn't consider her pleasant at all. He raced after her and when he was as close as he could get he slowed, calmly walking over. what the hell do you think you are doing? I honestly don't think she wants to be here so I think you should put her down without help before I have to help you. He said easily, his face filled with a hidden emotion. He stepped forward and hit him, hard, in the face before catching Morgan and lying her on the ground gently. Then he turned back to the man, his eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. you should leave, before someone gets the idea to call the police rather than after. he watched as the other guy ran off, the van flying down the road shortly after it started and he was in it.
&&. Dusty kneeled down next to Morgan, carefully looking her over while she was still out and gazed at her. He took off his jacket and laid it under her head carefully and waited, his elbows rested on his knees as he watched her. Morgan? Darlin' you all right? He asked politely, watching her and waiting until she stirred and moved. He was hoping it would be soon, not so that he could leave, but so he knew that she would be all right.
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Post by kiera on Jan 22, 2011 10:27:36 GMT -5
Morgan didn't stir for a couple of minutes. The man had given her a decent wack on the head. The blood that had trickled from the cut had dried, but it still looked pretty gruesome. Her light make-up (she hated wearing heavy make-up, it looked fake) had smeared and mixed with blood and dirt and tears. The first sign of conciousness was a loud moan. She rolled her head slightly, wincing in pain as she hit the place the man had beat her. She cried out quietly and her eyes flickered open. She looked utterly fallen, fearful, frantic, and vulnerable. Morgan had long ago molded herself inside a cacoon of her own strength and solitude - but it had crumpled along with her body when she had been struck. She couldn't help thinking This would have never happened if I was a shifter, like I should be.
Her eyes slowly focused on Dustin, the blurred images becoming clear. As she saw him, she shrieked again, lifting her hands to defend herself. She hadn't yet recognized Dustin, only saw a man leaning over her. Her mind raced and she trembled with fear. The feeling of helplessness and being forced into a van had shocked Morgan to her core. She knew what happened to girls who got aken in vans. She knew they didn't make it, she knew bad things happened to them. Fresh tears coursed down her face. "Please, don't rape me." Her voice was small and it shook when she spoke. She peeked between her fingers at Dustin, thinking he was her captor. She tried scooting away from him, summoning up her remaining strength and courage. She slowly tensed her leg, hoping he was distracted by her face. She released her muscles and kicked him like lightning. She had aimed well, and felt her foot connect with his groin.
"You're sick and perverted!" She scrambled to her feet unsteadily, feeling lightheaded from her recent blow. She might even have a concussion, she had no idea. She tried to run away, but only made it a few steps before collapsing on the ground once more. She was breathing hard. fighting to get to her feet again. She looked over her shoulder, fighting to stand and run away. Her eyes held determination mixed with terror. She shook, both with adrenaline and fear. The scariest part, was she had no idea how she had gotten to the park. The blow to her head (done with a pipe in the back of the van, but she didn't know that) had quite confused her. She knew who she was, but she remembered nothing from after eating her breakfast that morning. She didn't recognize Dustin. Didn't remember meeting him. Didn't remember coming to the park. All she knew was that she had been attacked by a man, and then there was Dustin leaning over her. Of course she had drawn conclusions.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 22, 2011 10:58:11 GMT -5
xx. Dusty sighed and groaned in pain when he was kicked but he didn't follow her, attempting to give her space and make her feel a little safer, hoping that she would remember who he was rather than kick him there again He slowly got up and walked over to her, offering her his hand. darlin' you don't remember me, do you? we were just talking over there he pointed toward the place where the other girls were laying and then sighed before lifting her up on his own, knowing she really couldn't walk after her attempt to run away. somewhere i can take you darlin? i promise i won't hurt you. if i wanted you hurt i wouldn't have gotten rid of the guy who wanted you hurt. he whispered, touching her cheek lightly as he brushed her hair back and bent to pick up his jacket. He offered it to her as he stood her up straight and smiled softly. i can give you a ride wherever, but if you ask me the hospital wouldn't be a bad idea. he said easily as he offered her his arm, hoping that she would accept it so he could help her. he wasn't afraid to carry her to the hospital if he had to because she needed it.
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Post by kiera on Jan 22, 2011 11:16:01 GMT -5
Morgan looked at Dustin doubtfully. He said they had been talking, but she didn't remember ever meeting him. Then again, she didn't remember how she got to the park either. She didnt remember much of anything. She stiffened as he touched her cheek. He didn't really seem like a rapist. Aren't rapists usually fat old guys? She stared at him, stuck at indecision. He seemed pretty nice. He knew her name, didn't that mean they must have met? He seemed to be telling the truth. And she was enjoying the attention. I don't need anyone's help. I can manage on my own. Morgan's dominant personality was kicking slowly but surely back in. She looked him up and down, obviously distrustful. How she managed to look even slightly confident and skeptical while trembling, crying and her face bloody - no one would ever know.
She hesitantly reached out, taking the arm he gave her. Whether she liked it or not, there was no way she would be able to walk alone. She might not even be able to walk with his help. Yes I can! She scowled with determination and shook violently as she shood. His soft smile made her want to trust him, but she still didn't remember him and had been through quite the ordeal. She swayed as she took a first hesitant step. She paused, her hand flying to her head as her vision swam. She leaned against Dustin. Irritable yet her voice still touched with fear. "Who are you? Why are you helping me?" She suddenly wondered if he was who had attacked her and was only helping her to make it look good to the public. She froze and pulled away from him in sudden terror. "If you even think about hurting me, that little footwork back there will look like the greatest night of sex you ever had. I'll kick your balls and maybe chop them off for good measure." Her voice was a snarl and her eyes were distrustful. She hoped her threat sounded genuine, she was lying through her teeth. She was still afraid and praying he wasn't a rapist. He could easily beat her.
Plus, she liked the idea of him as a knight in shining armor better. She found herself attracted to him, the way his hair fell slightly over his eyes and he leather jacket he wore. Her vision swam again and she pulled her hand away from his. Both her hands clutched at her head and she moaned in pain, swaying. She shut her eyes as she started to fall. This was not going well for Morgan, each minute was a new blow to her self-esteem.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 22, 2011 11:29:52 GMT -5
&&. He was careful what he did as they walked, keeping his arm around her waist as best as he could. When she asked him who he was he calmly explained it again. darlin', i'm dusty, or dustin, whichever you prefer. as for why i am helping you, if i didn't i wouldn't be any better than the guy who did do this to you. He smiled lightly and watched as she pulled away. He didn't mean to smile when she was trying to be threatening but it cracked across his face anyway. He shrugged his shoulders as he nodded. of course honey, i understand. don't worry about it. he said with a polite smile before she pulled away. He held himself back from catching her again until she held her head and started to fall. Then he caught her, holding her carefully and watching here. it's okay honey, i won't let anything happen to you. I promise. he said softly, brushing her hair back and walking across the park quietly. don't worry, we are just going to the hospital. you more than need it.
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Post by kiera on Jan 22, 2011 12:44:57 GMT -5
Morgan did not appreciate that he smiled when he threatened her.Damn, he doesn't beleive me. She glared at him warningly. She realized belatedly that she had fallen again and was now being carried in his arms. He has strong arms. Kind of warm too. She barely managed to keep her thoughts to herself. She was pretty confused at the moment. She grumbled a warning just loud enough for him to hear. "I could still kick you, don't think I won't." It was a feeble threat, but it made her feel better. She smiled slightly, satisfied that she had asserted that she was not some flimsy damsel. She rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. She thought she remembered something about never letting people with possible concussions go to sleep. She had read that they could go comatose. She didn't really care. She suddenly found she was quite tired. She wrapped her arms around Dustin's neck, pressing her face into his warm skin. She smiled and sighed.
"Why didn't you start out with this? No one fears being raped by a knight in shining armor." She lifted her head and glared at him again, her voice turning slightly harsher. "But don't think I'm your pathetic damsel in distress. I could walk, but I prefer being carried. I am no one's damsel." She settled back against his chest again. She looked and realized there was a smudge of blood on his shirt. She pulled away, suddenly frightened again. "David, er, Devon or Dracula or whatever your name is - I think I'm bleeding. Am I bleeding? Was I bleeding when you first met me? I don't think I was. What did that bastard do to me! O my god, did he rape me Dracula? Were you too late?"
Morgan was getting a little frantic. The combination of shock, fear, her blow to the head and her particular fragility at her own secret weakness had made her lose her self control. All her childish fears were manifesting in this. She had always felt weak compared to shifters, which was why she yearned to be one of them. Every bad thing that happened to her was because she wasn't a shifter. She was frantic now, the secret vulnerable Morgan in need of protection was draped in Dustin's arms.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 22, 2011 13:08:47 GMT -5
xx. He smirked as he carried her, knowing she was tired. But he also knew that she couldn't fall asleep. He jostled her a little, not enough to cause her discomfort but enough to keep her away. sorry darlin' i know you're tired, but you need to stay away. i'd feel pretty damn bad if i carried you to the hospital and something bad happened first. He smiled a little, knowing that she could kick him from here but he also hoped that she realized it wouldn't be a good idea. yea, kicking me. great idea when i am carrying you and could drop you. seeing as you are all ready in pain and bleeding, i don't think you'd be too appreciative. He said with a smile before continuing along.
xx. his new nickname amused him so much that he actually laughed. he felt bad for laughing at his confusion but at the same time he thought it was just about the funniest thing he had heard all day. he smirked and shrugged, brushing her hair away from her face as carefully as he could without moving her too much. no darlin' he didn't rape you. and yes you are bleeding. he must've hit you in the head. that's why you are going to the hospital, whether you like it or not. he added, smiling at the half threat, half to get her attention on how serious it was.
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Post by kiera on Jan 22, 2011 15:45:11 GMT -5
Morgan's eyes fluttered back open reluctantly. She frowned at Dustin, whom she had renamed Dracula. She scowled when he threatened to drop her. She raised her head, glaring into his eyes and frowning. She wasn't very threatening, considering she was still draped in his arms and quite small. "You wouldn't dare drop me. That'll be a great story for this hospital. Boy Appears to Rescue Attempted Rape Victim, But Kills Her Out of Stupidity. Yeah, great headlines Dracula." She was mostly just grumbling, her words stuttered slightly. She nestled her head back against him. They had reached a car or some sort of vehicle because she felt she was being moved. She wanted so badly to go to sleep. It sounded so nice to her. She shook her head and winced as she unwittingly reopened the cut on her head.
She reached a hand up, feeling her head. It came back wet and she grimaced. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them open. "I would think you'd be all for me going to sleep. Isn't it easiest to suck an innocent virgin's blood when she's peacefully sleeping?" She still hadn't been able to recall his actual name and it was irritating her. She couldn't just call him Dracula forever. Or maybe she could. She peered up at him. Dracula fits you nicely. She stared back down at her hand, wrapping her mind around her own blood. She looked up at Dustin. She was flipping from confident and sarcastic back to fragile and scared like lightning. She didn't even realize it. Her hand trembled.
"What happened Dracula? Can you tell me?"
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