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Vampires vs. Werewolves Roleplay (The one with twilight charries)
Rebecca chuckled. "And if I don't?"
"Admittedly, there's not really anything I can do about it." Susannah admitted.
"That's what I thought," Rebecca smirked pulling Susannah up the stairs.
Susannah tried to resist, simply because she didnt feel right not at least trying, but it was pointless.
Rebecca pushed Susannah into her room and the door shut itself as soon as they were through. "Now before I get to killing you we have somethings to talk about," she said.
"Like how I told you to keep him away from me," Rebecca snapped throwing Susannah at a wall. "None of this would be happening if you had done what you were told."
"Well excuse me for at least trying!" Susannah said, instantly becoming angry, her eyes flashing red. "He, probably mistakenly, loves you! Me keeping him away from you was like an oxymoron! The only person I think he would have really listened to was you, but you couldn't tell him to go away, could you? You kept making up stupid excuses! Maybe if you had just told him you don't want to be with him, this wouldn't be happening!"
"You don't get it I wanted him away because I love him," Rebecca said. "But you know what none of it matters now. Why don't you sit down," she caused a chair to come up behind Susannah and take her legs out from under it. "You know the one thing better than human blood?" She asked her.
"Adrenaline filled human blood," she said. "The only thing I can think to compare it to is spiking the punch at a school dance. So we are going to spend some time, and I'm going to have fun getting as much adrenaline from you as I can."
"Never tasted that." Susannah commented calmly. "Why do you want to kill me anyway?"
"Purely because I'm thirsty," Rebecca said. "Now before we get to the matter of adrenalin, lets do a taste comparison of before and after." She turned and started looking through her desk. "Now just to make sure I don't completely loose control I won't be biting you just yet," she said while searching through drawers. It took her a few moments to find what she needed. Then she pushed the tip of a letter opener into Susannah's forearm, make sure not to cut any veins. A few drops of blood came from the wound and Rebecca allowed them to run for a moment before licking them off her arm. "That is remarkable," she said. "Even before our little experiment."{{Srry-- had to run to the store w/ my mom}}
((That's ok))"No, that's gross." Susannah said.
"To you," Rebecca said. "To me it is delicious, and that's all that matters."
"Right..." Susannah said, refusing to be swayed.
"Now," Rebecca said sitting on Susannah's lap facing her, "let's talk business. First order, where to bite you. The limbs are obviously an option but a dull one at best. Maybe a bit closer to the heart," she mused running her finger along just a little under the neck line. "It would make the dying easier. But of course that will take from my fun. But your throat will produce the most blood with heart beating for the longest afterward. I like the sound of the throat. What about you where would you like to be bitten?"
"Um, nowhere?" Susannah said. "And you're too close to me." with that, she put a wall of fire between her and Rebecca, and started to edge the fire closer and closer to Rebecca.
"Very cute," Rebecca said then it began to rain on them and put out the rain. "Manageable, but cute."
"You really suck right now, you know that?" Susannah said, fresh out of ideas for escape.
"Believe me, it's only getting worse," Rebecca said.
"Oh, I don't doubt that." Susannah muttered.
"Now are you sure you don't want to have a say in this?" Rebecca asked ignoring her.
"What's it matter? Won't the outcome be the same?" Susannah said dully.
"True," Rebecca said. "Now final matter of discussion. You know you don't have to die right?"
"I don't have to kill you," Rebecca said. "I could make it so you can't die."
"That...doesn't make any sense." Susannah said.
"That's ridiculous." Susannah simply said.
"Really? Because you know I'll never die."
"Yes I do know. But it's the thought of making me like you that's completely ridiculous." Susannah said.
"And what do you think is going to happen when you look like you could be Jacobs mother?" Rebecca asked.
Susannah shrugged. "I don't know. But I like being human. I like to dream. Zach says he misses being able to sleep. I like the warm feeling of someone else's hand in mine. That won't happen if I'm like you. And let's not add the fact that Jacob doesn't like vampires." She said.
"Vampire or not he's still imprinted on you," Rebecca pointed out. "But if you don't want to that's fine, more blood for me."
"I don't want to." Susannah muttered.
"Alright," Rebecca shrugged. "Suit yourself."
Suddenly, Susannah yelled, "Help!" not sure what she expected to happen, she just knew she was tired of keeping quiet since it was becoming obvious that Rebecca was almost finished talking.
Rebecca laughed. "The only other person here is Zach, and believe me there's no way he'd help you."
"Had to try, didnt I?" Was all Susannah said.
"I guess," Rebecca said. "Now if you're finished we can move this along."
"You're the one who's been talking about stupid things." Susannah said.
"No I've been making plans," Rebecca said standing up. She lifted Susannahs chin and examined her throat slowly. Then she went around behind her and tilted Susnnah's head to the side. She moved Susannahs hair and slowly carved her name into the side of Susannahs neck, the cuts shallow enough not to leave scars.
"What are you doing?" Susannah asked.
"Marking you as mine," Rebecca said as she finished the 'A'. She stared mesmerized at the blood that flowed from her name down Susannah's neck.
"Which is stupid." Susannah remarked. "Because I am not yours."
"Yes you are," Rebecca said and licked the blood of her neck.
"Ew." Susannah said, moving away from her. "That's gross."
"Well get used to it," Rebecca said. "I'm a vampire and you are full of blood for me to drink."
"Oh no we aren't! Let me go!" Susannah demanded trying to get out of her grasp.