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ᎻꮖꮐꮋᏞꭺꭰꭹ
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Apr 06, 2015 12:17PM
She sucked in and looked at him skeptically.
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"I....you kissed me." She said slowly.
"I know... Im just surprised." She shruggedz
She whimpered. "Don't. I'm very fragile right now." She winced.
She smiled back and then stared down at her lap.
"For the hour I guess. But I have a feeling it's not all out of my system yet." She sighed and moved her greasy hair back.
"I'm sorry you have to witness this." She sighed and buried her face in her hands. "Oh god he's going to punish me." She groaned.
"My father...." She dropped her hands and folded them in her lap. "He punishes me often. Like the other night when you were here and I locked myself in the bathroom. He made me cut myself."
"Probably the same thing. He doesn't have much creativity." She mumbled.
"Not right i won't. He doesn't punish me when I'm this weak". She said
She hunched forward and sighed deeply.
She nodded and shimmied down until she was laying under her blankets. She pulled them up to her chin and rolled onto her side, curling up.
Eva sighed and blinked awake; she wasn't much of a deep sleeper. She didn't feel that great, but she felt better than she did the day before. At least her eyes were back to normal. Now she just looked really pale and sick, obviously. Slowly, Eva scooted out of bed and walked up to the door. She didn't bother putting on pants. "What?" She drawled, opening the door.
She blinked and squinted her eyes. "What? What attack?"
She rubbed her forehead and then her eyes. "I wouldn't know. I've been sick with the flu for the past twenty four hours."
She pursed her lips and shook her head. "The only thing I heard was myself vomiting."
She rolled her eyes and closed the door when he left. She sighed and looked down at her wrinkly shirt.
She peeled off her shirt and tossed it into the bathroom. She was now topless and only had on black panties.
She entered her room and opened up her large walk in closet. She pulled on a sports bra and a tank top, then pulled on leggings.
Eva sat on the floor of her closet and pulled out one of many cardboard boxes she had stored.
She looked up and nodded. "Yeah. Still weak, but no longer throwing up my life source." She smirked, then patted the spot beside her. "Come here."
"I want to show you something," she opened the cardboard box.
She rummaged around for a minute then pulled of a small picture. She handed it to him. In the black and white picture was Eva, holding up a sign with her name on it. Her hair was shorter and she looked drained, her makeup running down her cheeks. But a small smirk was on her lips.
"My mugshot from 1946." She replied.
She shrugged. "They locked me up. I stayed like that for a few days, then I broke out. Seduced the guard."
"Murder." She shrugged. "One of many, of course."
"Because I felt like it. I thought I show you how a little more of how fucked up I am."
She grimaced a little when he kissed her cheek. "But I am, Alistair. I drink blood and have sex with people to live."
"Does that person look nice to you?" She gestured to the picture.
She smirked and rolled her eyes. "Thanks."
She put the picture back in the box and put the box away. She followed him into her room and crossed her arms. "Comfy?" She smirked.
She smirked and walked over to her suitcase half packed in the corner of the room.
She shook her head. "Not right now though. I always have stuff packed incase I need to make a quick getaway." She explained, kicking it closed.
"No. Nothing scares me." She said. "Someone like me always has to be prepared."
"Why are you laying in my bed?" She laughed.
"You wouldn't want to rest there if you knew how many men have also slept there." She grinned.
Eva burst into laughter and shook her head. "I'm joking. I don't have sex in my bed with my victims. I have to sleep there too so that'd be weird.
She stumbled back in surprise and awkwardly wrapped her arms around him. "You like physical contact with monsters I see."
"You want to punish me?" She whispered softly.
"I'll show you what punishment is." She grinned and seconds she had him pinned to her bed, hovering over top of him. She held her wrists above his head.
She grinned and cracked her neck to the side. Her face slowly turned demonic. "Do I scare you?" She whispered in her thrill voice, leaning down and trialling her nose down the side of his neck.
"How much?" She asked next, lifting her head. Her dark veiny eyes locked with his. She pinned his legs down with her knees, arching her behind up in the air.
"Look at me, Alistair." She hissed, swaying her hips from side to side. "Look at what I really am. I won't hurt you."
