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ᎻꮖꮐꮋᏞꭺꭰꭹ
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Apr 05, 2015 07:09PM
"Why...why do you want to stay?" She asked slowly.
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"I...I don't mind. But there is something you should see first. It might change your mind." She straightened up.
She stood a few feet in front of him and moved her hair away from her face. She closed her eyes and within seconds, her head began to twitch. Her hands balled into fists at her sides. Her eyes turned black and blood red veins spread all over her face in jagged lines. Her lips thinned and paled, cracking. She opened her eyes and and her mouth a little, flashing he pointy teeth. Slowly she walked up and stopped right in arms reach of him. "I won't hurt you." She said, her voice different pitches. "But this is who I am." Her neck cracked.
A low growl rumbled in her throat when he touched her cheek, but she didn't move. It took all of her strength to not attack him. She turned her face slightly into his palm, unfamiliar with gesturing touches.((I'm on my phone but I'll post a picture tomorrow when I'm on my laptop okay?))
She bit down on her thin lip until she drew blood. She nodded slowly. "I-i-i promise." She whispered, her voice still demonic. It was a hard thing to say.
When he let go he stumbled back and turned away from him, breathing heavily. She knelt down on the ground and placed her forehead on the floor, trying to steady her breathing. Her spine spiked up under her skin.
She shook her head and knelt there for a few minutes, softly whimpering.
"No, don't. Put me down." She begged in a normal voice,
She sat up and ran her hands through her hair. Her face was normal. "I am now yes." She said quietly.
"I was trying to fight myself." She leaned forward and rested her face in her hands.
"From hurting you." She whispered, looking at where he was holding her arm. "The lust coming off of you was so strong i-" she cut herself off shaking her head.
"The way you touched me...I've never been touched like that before and I was trying so hard not to hurt you. Any physical contact can get me going. I've been trying to fight it for years but it's not easy."
"No it's not your fault. It's obviously me, not you. When I'm normal like this it's fine. I was in my attack mode so that's why it effected me the way that it did." She explained.
She touched his shoulder. "Alistair, no, it wasn't. It's me. It'll always be me." She said ruefully.
She blinked in surprise and awkwardly hugged him back. "But why, Alistair?" She murmured.
She closed her eyes and sighed. "You barely know me. And I don't think you can help. I've tried to help myself but nothing works. I'm always be a monster."
She pulled away from the hug and bit her lip. "I tried to kill myself. More than once."
She looked down at their conjoined hands and sighed. "But he won't let me."
She looked back at him for a few seconds then looked away. "Sure."
"I don't sleep well. I'll give you the couch." She stood up and tossed a few blankets onto the couch for him.
She hugged him back quickly then stepped back.
She nodded and crawled into her bed. She looked very upset.
She laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She started to get hot/cold flashes all over her body.
She curled up under her covers and closed her eyes, sighing deeply. Tomorrow was going to be rough.
Some time during the night, Eva found herself in the bathroom. She was bent over the tub, vomiting up blood.((I'm getting the pictures for you right now))
(( 
))Eva was hurling into the bathtub in large quantities of blood. Her skin was so pale and she was suddenly so skinny. She didn't look demonic, but she had veins around her eyes and her eyes were also bloodshot. She whimpered and gasped for air.
The veins under her skin began to pulse as she vomited once again into the bathtub, filling it up with thick blood.
"A-Alistair." She stuttered, gasping for air.
"I'm sick." She whimpered and curled up in a ball.
"I drank to much." She coughed and curled up, softly whimpering.
"It's not your fault. I wasn't thinking when I drank from those men who attacked you," she exhaled deeply and grimaced.
She closed her eyes and nodded. "I'll be okay in a day or two."
She curled up under her covers and sighed deeply. "Okay." She whispered.
"I'll need blood soon. But I can get that myself." She murmured.
She sat to and covered her mouth. "A bucket." She mumbled behind her hand.
She grabbed the bucket and hurled into it violently, coughing and wheezing.
She spat into the bucket and whimpered. "You don't have to stay." She whispered.
She smiled a little but it looked painful. "Thanks."
"If you want. But all I'll be doing is puking all the blood out of my system." She replied, feeling nurtured by his rubbing.
She nodded slowly and sat the bucket down on the floor. "Thank you." She wiped her mouth. Her eyes were still freaky looking.
She hugged him back weakly and sighed.
"Okay." She nodded and gagged for a second.
She grabbed the bucket and puked again.
"Uhg, it's better going in then out." She groaned into the bucket.
She coughed and wiped her mouth. "Can you empty this please?"
"Thanks." She sniffed and took the bucket back,
