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[tabbytastic]

[it's taken her months of work... first getting the player, then scrounging around for batteries, and a long fruitless search for CDs in the city. Finally, after a genius piece of advice, she has everything she's been looking for.

Anyone with an open grimoire will get treated to this triumph in the middle of the night, in the form of some very loud... grating... music?]

Goddamn, this is better, isn't it? I've missed this so bad. [she's flipping through most songs before they're even halfway through. She doesn't have the patience to listen to whole songs right now--too wired, too excited with her new toy]

This place needs more music and less... fucked up shit. ...Seriously, what is it with dead people coming back to life around here? Is that the new 'thing' now?

[oh, actually, that gives her an idea. She switches to a new song and rocks out for a minute. Sorry to anyone who might have tried to shut their journal by now but lives on the second floor. She's sitting in the doorway of the room she never uses, CDs scattered all around her, music blasting into the hallway]

I mean, don't get me wrong. It can have its perks... [she gives one of those huhuhu laughs that usually follow dirty inside jokes. Hi, Gabe.] ...But it's mostly just fucking stupid.

...And, speaking of stupid, some bleeding heart should probably come check on the loser in 204. Don't think he wants me as a babysitter.

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[tabbytastic]

You're not gonna be saying that in a minute...

[looking smug again now that she's got him pretty solidly pinned, leaning her weight fully down onto his wrists, ducking in to nudge her face against his jaw]

[ex_contemns37]

[ Hey hey hey hey NOT OKAY, gonna see if he can maybe knock her away from getting all close to him. ]

[tabbytastic]

[he's a little guy, and she actually doesn't have anything against him, so she'll be nice. In her warped way, she really did mean most of the things she'd said. She wants to show him how to have a good time.

So, when he really starts to get insistent about fighting her off, she gets insistent right back before somebody gets hurt.

She shoves his face to the side with hers and--with far more care than she usually bothers with--hooks her teeth into the flesh of his neck. She doesn't tear into him, doesn't open his whole throat like she does to half of the people here. This is a precise bite, waiting for the fight to fall out of him before she digs in any deeper]

[ex_contemns37]

[ He does stop fighting at that, only because the pure surprise about the fact that she just bit him.

If he'd been thinking about it, he'd really be wondering what this had to do with fun. As it stood, though, he really just stopped fighting her, wincing slightly at the feeling of her teeth puncturing his skin. ]

[tabbytastic]

[the euphoria should be right on the tail of her teeth piercing skin, rushing in any second now to light up his entire nervous system, like she's suddenly tapping electricity directly into the pleasure center of his brain.

In a moment, the pain of her bite should be the very last thing on his mind]

[ex_contemns37]

[ Yeah, it sure is. Though the pain is still there, it's just a sort of pinprick against the newer-- stranger-- sensation. It's not like the feeling itself is wholly new to him, but at a time like this, when he's still annoyed and when he'd been wanting to fight her off until just this moment, it's strange.

His struggles subside rather quickly after that, with a short sharp intake of breath, no more protest. ]

[tabbytastic]

[there we go. That's what she was waiting for.

As soon as his demeanor changes, she gets more comfortable. She lets go of his wrists, shifts to settle closer to him.

And then, with a very satisfied purr, she deepens her bite--which causes a redoubled shockwave of sensation through his system. She needs to get to the good stuff quick, the deeper arterial stuff, because she doesn't know how long she'll have before this little guy starts to weaken]

[ex_contemns37]

[ One of his hands, wrist still trapped by her hand, jerks up, almost like a weak and half-hearted form of resistance. But other than that, he doesn't struggle; might later tell himself that it was because he knew that struggling may have only made it worse, more painful since her teeth are still in his neck. For now, he knows that it's because he doesn't entirely want to. ]

[tabbytastic]

[he, she told you it wasn't so bad, Cian.

She'll even make an effort to not make a complete mess of him. Only a little bit of blood will seep up to stain the edges of his hair, and leak down to the collar of his shirt. There won't be a huge puddle left behind on the floor.

She's almost delicate about it--twisting her jaw to edge in further, searching in to open deeper vessels, wielding sharkteeth with nearly surgical precision. And always keeping a corner of her brain (whatever isn't busy being mindlessly and blissfully predatory) on his breathing, carefully keeping track of the strength of his pulse]

[ex_contemns37]

[ For the time being, he's not even thinking about what this is going to do to his shirt. That'll be later, when he's more able to think clearly and about the parts of this that aren't directly connected to just how strangely good it feels, her teeth in his neck.

And despite the risk here, how his pulse going as fast as it is won't be any help when it comes to the danger of blood loss, he can't manage to force himself to think about that clearly, can't think through the haze blanketing his mind. ]

[tabbytastic]

[don't worry Little Guy, she's watching. She isn't starved to begin with--she'd recently had a very large meal in town--so she's able to better keep her head about her. She doesn't want to hurt him--not really.

So, she manages to fend off the automatic urge to tear more take more and find some amount of patience. At least enough to keep him alive. She'll wait until she can detect the first signs of weakness. She'll wait until he's breathing starts to turn heavy with the effort to pull more oxygen into a blood-deprived body, she'll stop when she can tell his heart is working overtime to make up for it.


...She's not entirely sure what she'll do with him afterward, but she can't dedicate any extra brainpower to that right now anyway. Too tangled up in the wonderful swarming feeling of digging into active prey]

[ex_contemns37]

[ It's not all too long a wait for that to happen, vision growing dim around the edges and breaths slowing, audible inhales instead of those quicker breaths like while they were fighting-- he doesn't even realize, like this, how dangerous this is and how much more dangerous it could have been, with his guard down and him pinned to the floor, not even trying to fight back now.

That will set in later, once this pleasure fades into something more normal to the situation. At the moment, he's not sure he wants it to. ]

[tabbytastic]

[she's reluctant to stop--that part is always a struggle--but she finally wins the little war in her head and pulls back. Unhooking her teeth from his torn-up flesh... and then running her tongue along the gouge she'd made.

It'll only take a second before, like magic, the wound heals up as if nothing had ever happened there. He'll be left with bloodstains everywhere, but the injury--any trace of damage, all the severed nerves and tendons--will be untouched]

[ex_contemns37]

[ He's left on the floor, trying to catch his breath, the dual sensations of bloodloss-induced dizziness and pleasure affecting him to the point that he really doesn't think himself able to leave yet.

Amazingly, despite the fact that the room isn't fully steady around him, he still has the slight presence of mind to feel annoyed with her. ]

[tabbytastic]

[of course he's annoyed. He's always annoyed.

And now she's gotta figure out what to do with him. Sitting back, absently wiping off her mouth on her sleeve, she just looks at him for a minute.


...Ah, she can't just leave the little guy like that. But she has no idea where he belongs, so...

With a shrug, she scoops an arm around his torso and hefts him up off the floor. She's not going far, though--dumping him halfway-carefully on that bed that she's never touched.

There. That's a little better.]

[ex_contemns37]

[ That is not his room, Tabby. That is not helpful. But it's better than the floor, so he isn't really protesting. Not that he really has the energy to do that, anyway. Sleeping here is pretty much the last thing he wants to do, so he rests his arm over his eyes and manages to promise himself that he'll leave as soon as possible. ]

[tabbytastic]

[leaving your victim incriminatingly lying in your own room is probably not the smartest move, but it's not really like she has a reason to be stealthy around here. So... she heads for the door, scooping up her CDs and player once she opens it.

And then, before she heads on her way, she gives him one last little glance over her shoulder]

...Don't die, Little Dude. That would suck.

[ex_contemns37]

[ At least she's taken the music with her. It'll be a few minutes before he feels like walking, but when she comes back, he'll probably be gone and in his room and knowing to avoid her from now on. ]