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Jinx and Jezebel' s house
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May 03, 2015 10:58PM
Charlotte walks after her, gulping tenderly. "Do you have blo--water? D-do you have w-water?" she asks, gulping again as her throat becomes extremely parched.
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Charlotte nods but doesn't move.
Charlotte is breathing heavily, extremely pale. Her legs are wobbling and she falls to her knees, hugging hersef.
Charlotte gasps, her eyes widening and her hand slapping over her mouth as her fangs lengthen. "How....?"
Charlotte is trembling, though. 'Is she a hunter?! Jesus-Tap-Dancing Christ, what the hell did I get myself into?' she thinks. Her amber eyes watch Jezebel fearfully.
"B-b-b-bansh-shee?" Charlotte shrieks. "I'm not dying any time soon, am I?" Her British accent is thick. "How does that even work? Are you like an Oracle?"
Charlotte stands shakily, her legs trembling in her flats; she has to wear flat shoes, for she is 5'11. "May I take the blood, Love? I am very hungry, and I would rather not bite a banshee," she says, smiling.
Cbarlotte takes the bag of blood and bids Jezebel a good night before walking into the guest room. She opens her purse and pulls out something that wouldn't fit in a normal purse: a violin case. She opens it to see the most beautiful violin anyone has ever seen. She strokes it's soft, wood finish and runs her fingers lightly over the strings. After sighing softly, she closes the case, setting it on the bed.
Charlotte passes her own open door and freezes at the beautiful sight of Jezebel's body. The overwhelming urge to walk over and caresses Jezebel's curves, so instant, hits Char hard and she finds herself flinching toward the hall. But she bites her lip, looking away and closing her own bedroom door. She slowly strips down to her frilly white lace undergarments, then pulling on a sheer, black lace nightgown that hugs the curves of her breasts and hips. Sighing softly, she crawls into the bed, under the luscious covers, hugging the violin case to her chest, her heart. Very slowly, she drifts into peaceful sleep.
Charlotte wakes to a harsh burning in her throat and chest. She starts gagging, coughing as she searches almost blindly for the bag of blood. Once she finds it, she gingerly slits a small hole and then gulps down the only thing that will quench her never ending thirst. When the bag is empty, and the fire in her esophagus dulled, she sighs softly and lies back down on the bed, wrapping her arms around the violin case. She just closes her amber eyes when the alarm on her phone goes off, her eyes flashing open. Were it not for the bag of blood, she would be exhausted. But, she gets out of bed, stretches and walks to Jezebel's room, gently tapping on the door. "Love? Are you awake?" she asks, looking in. Her body is visible under the sheer nightgown, only the lace lingerie covering her breasts and lower body as she is in clear view of Jezebel from the door.
Charlotte bites her full bottom lip. "You know what, let me check for you...," she says, turning and skipping lightly back into the room. In full view of Jezebel, she bends over, her lower body up in the air as she picks her old fashioned pocket-watch from her purse. She stands straight and flips it open. "'Tis..... Seven 'O two, Love," she says, flicking it closed and then bending over once more to skip it in her purse.
Charlotte skips into Jezebel's room again and then jumps on the bed, flopping down on Jezebel's back. "Come, Love! We must start a new day!" she says with a beautiful laugh. She sits on Jezebel's lower back, her legs on either side of her. Slowly, she peels the blanket back from the girl's shoulders and upper back and them starts massaging her.
Charlotte smiles at her from her position. "Jezebel? Have you ever been kissed before?" she asks, not blushing as she slowly stops her massages. She starts running her fingers through Jezebel's hair, rubbing her scalp gently.
Charlotte shrugs, not meeting her curious gaze. "There is no real reason. I can read people, and their thoughts and there is nothing in your mind of a first kiss. Sorry, for just going into your head, Love. I did it while I was asleep, and wanted to ask you myself."
Charlotte makes a small yelp as she falls not only from her back, but also from the bed. She lands with a small thump, her feet still on the bed. "That didn't tickle, Jez," she states, scolding her in her accent.
Charlotte scowls at her, narrowing her amber eyes. "You, Miss, are a butthole!" she shrieks, smiling now. "Help me up."
Charlotte frowns for real and doesn't take her hand. "What do you mean? I... I do not remember being anything but vampire.... I do not know anything before that."
"Age... Oh..." Charlotte says, looking away and blushing. (MAKE HER KISS HER!!!)
Charlotte blushes even harder, her amber eyes wide and innocent. "A...adorable?"
Charlotte blushes, her eyes fluttering as she is kissed. She kisses her back, closing her eyes slowly.
Charlotte stands and then lies back on the bed, clearly putting Jezebel in control.(Pm?)
Charlotte wakes a long while later, standing and getting dressed before walking into the living room.
Charlotte smiles and sits beside her, curling to her side. "'Ello, Love. Sleep well? Or..did you not sleep?"
Charlotte sighs softly, starting to gently kiss Jezebel's neck. Her heart beat speeds at just the thought of Jezebel's blood on her tongue. She finds herself licking the side of her neck and pressing her hand to the other side of her throat to keep her in place. She is less than a centimeter away from her fangs piercing Jezebel's skin when she snaps out of it.
Charlotte is trembling as she backs away. "I-I.... I'm so sorry, Jez," she whispers shakily, standing on wobbling legs.
Charlotte blinks back tears as she falls to her knees, burying her face into Jezebel's thigh. She starts crying, sobbing softly.
"I almost bit you, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Charlotte sobs, her body trembling.
Charlotte stands when commanded to, slowly and her legs trembling. "I'm nothing, Jez... I was raped. Bitten in the process. I went through hell as they raped me. I was tossed aside in the alley, woke up as a vamp. And that was when women had no rights. No one paid me any attention. I was worthless. I would beg for a place to stay, and they would kick me, set their dogs on me.... When, I started killing them. They hurt me, I'd kill them. We are murders. I kill people every day, and it is just me getting a meal when I HAVE STOLEN THEM FROM THEIR OWN!!!" she screams, no longer shaking.
"Until earlier, I didn't know anything about before me being bitten... I stopped aging, changing, everything. I will NEVER be able to have kids or a life because I am a monster now.... I have no idea if I even had a family, brothers or sisters, or anything!! I HAD TO MAKE UP MY OWN LAST NAME BECAUSE I COULD ONLY REMEMBER HEARING THOSE BASTARDS MOANING MY NAME!!!!!" she screams, tears streaming down her cheeks again as she runs into her temporary room and slams the door shut, locking it.
Charlotte flinches so hard that she falls to her knees, shaking. She grabs the violin case and hugs it to her chest, slowly rocking back and forth. She whispers prayers in French, then slowly, but shakily, stands and lies the violin on the bed. She starts packing her stuff as fast as she can.(I kinda want her to come in and smash the violin...)
Charlotte finishes packing, the violin case hugged to her side in the nook of her arm. She zips from the room and stumbles past Jezebel, dressed in a thick winter coat with blue jeans and heeled boots. She mutters an apology as she wipes the tears from her face and stumbles out the door.
(Is...is it supposed to be Char?)
(How do I respond, dough? If I don't know?)
Charlotte instantly dashes back into the house, sprinting to Jezebel's side. She presses her hands to Jezebel's cheeks, her amber eyes wide and frightened. "Jez!! JEZ!!!"
Charlotte gently rubs her cheekbones with her thumbs, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Jez..," she sighs, and hugs her tightly. "You scared me so much!! You screamed so loud, I was so scared, Jez.." One hand is on the back of her head and her other arm around her shoulders as she sobs into the side of her neck.
Charlotte stands, wiping furiously at her tears. "I am done here. You wanted me gone anyway," she says, voice soft, but calm. She turns and walks back to her things.
Charlotte looks at her, raising a perfect brow. "Let's just hope that it's me," she says. She puts on her large sunglasses, not looking directly at her though she can't tell.
Charlotte doesn't follow. "You told me, and I quote, 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!' And, I am doing just that, Jez," she says.
Charlotte grabs her stuff, walking over to her. "You know.... I've wanted to die for many years. I have tried to kill myself so many times. But... I am done now. Goodbye, Jezebel," she says. She gently kisses her on the lips and then walks away.
Charlotte freezes, slowly turning toward her. She looks very offended. "You 'like' me? Wow. You LIKE ME?! WE DID IT AND YOU 'LIKE' ME?! I feel SO special!" she hisses sarcastically. "You are just irritating me."
Charlotte runs up to her and hugs her tightly, her hand on the back of Jezebel's head. "I love you too," she whispers. She gently kisses her neck. "Don't EVER tell me to leave you EVER AGAIN!" she screams, pulling back and almost slapping her. She finally relaxes and hugs her again.
Charlotte sighs softly and kisses her cheek. "Okay."
Charlotte sits on the curb, sighing again.
