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Sept 11, 2008 10:12:05 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 11, 2008 10:12:05 GMT -5
Her gentleness soothed him a little, because she so obviously meant only to help. He didn't deserve such kindness--though he welcomed it with open arms. Not that he could move them at this point.
"I don't know," he said. "But I think, if there's a doubt, you should."
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Sept 12, 2008 11:22:01 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 12, 2008 11:22:01 GMT -5
*Sarah nodded. That made sense and she shifted to bind his feet, one after the other, to the footboard. Then she glanced back to him questioningly.*
"How is that? Does it pinch?"
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Sept 12, 2008 12:20:41 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 12, 2008 12:20:41 GMT -5
"No, it's okay," he said. If he stayed here long enough, maybe he'd atrophy and there wouldn't be an issue. "Thanks," he said again. "You didn't have to do this, and I know it's... it's sort of weird."
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Sept 12, 2008 12:29:49 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 12, 2008 12:29:49 GMT -5
*Sarah couldn't resist an ironic giggle.*
"Believe me, this has been the best part of my night."
*Pursing her lips, she scooted back towards the top of the bed.*
"So...are you ready? To try feeding, I mean."
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Sept 12, 2008 12:41:13 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 12, 2008 12:41:13 GMT -5
Norman managed a small smile of his own. "Well, in that case, I'm happy to serve," he said. "And... I suppose so. I don't know how much longer I'll be in control."
His dark eyes searched hers.
"But if he comes back, don't let him hurt you. Please. Don't let him go. I... I don't know what he'll say, but it's not me."
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Sept 12, 2008 12:45:06 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 12, 2008 12:45:06 GMT -5
"Don't worry." *Sarah answered gently, caressing his cheek tenderly.*
"I can't imagine what he might say that would be more wounding than what I've already heard this night."
*With that, she leaned down, offering her pale throat to him.*
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Sept 12, 2008 12:57:11 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 12, 2008 12:57:11 GMT -5
He was so hungry.
And it wasn't just him that was the problem. The other, the stronger one, also had a stronger thirst. And a stronger will. He groaned deep in his throat as she presented herself to him.
"Don't let me take... much..." he whispered, and then he struck. She was filled with his own blood and while that was, perhaps, not nearly so satisfying as live human it coursed down his throat like an oasis in the desert.
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Sept 12, 2008 13:03:36 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 12, 2008 13:03:36 GMT -5
*Sarah gasped, she'd been ready for it...well, prepared, but still... There was no way to not be surprised at the pain and the forbidden ecstasy of feeling oneself melt into another. Her lashes fluttered as she tried to keep focused on her strength, and his.*
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Sept 13, 2008 1:59:13 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 13, 2008 1:59:13 GMT -5
Norman had no such hope of keeping a steady mind, as the blood filled him and made him stretch involuntarily against his bonds. A voice inside him cried "More, more, more!" and he was hungry enough to oblige it, his body responding to it and perhaps Sarah and perhaps even the ropes chafing his wrists themselves.
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Sept 13, 2008 6:48:52 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 13, 2008 6:48:52 GMT -5
*The voice in the back of Sarah's brain started to get louder, to tell her the balance of power was nearing. Taking a deep breath (though she probably didn't need to) she pushed back hard, his fangs tearing the skin of her throat badly. The force was so great that she fell off the bed and hard to the floor, skirts billowing up around her as her hand went instinctively to her neck, trying to minimize the blood loss while the wound healed.*
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Sept 13, 2008 14:31:52 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 13, 2008 14:31:52 GMT -5
Norman thrashed against the ropes, but they held. His hunger was animal, primal, that of an interrupted kill. The bed frame shook against the wall, likely causing some erroneous assumptions in the next room. His eyes stared blindly, and his hands clutched ineffectually towards her.
He subsided at last, straining with the effort, his mind precariously balanced.
"Why... what did you do to me?" he snarled.
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Sept 14, 2008 6:47:59 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 14, 2008 6:47:59 GMT -5
*Sarah looked confused for a moment, but then it sank in. It was probably the other. The bleeding was starting to slow, but she wasn't quite ready to stand. So she pushed up on her knees to speak to him.*
"You needed blood. I'm sorry it wasn't fresher." *She knew that probably wasn't what he meant.*
"And...I needed to make sure that you would stay here."
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Sept 14, 2008 10:00:58 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 14, 2008 10:00:58 GMT -5
Norman leered a little and eyed her.
"You didn't have to go to such lengths," he said. "And really, it's not very polite."
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Sept 15, 2008 5:58:35 GMT -5
Post by Sarah von Krolock on Sept 15, 2008 5:58:35 GMT -5
*A touch of blood still oozed as she stood slowly in shaky defiance.*
"It just so happens that you...well, not you-you but...well...he asked me to. So in fact it is quiet polite of me."
*She resisted the urge to stick out her tongue.*
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Sept 15, 2008 10:39:37 GMT -5
Post by Norman Bates on Sept 15, 2008 10:39:37 GMT -5
"He's a child," Norman sneered. "A sniveling brat, always crying for mummy. Are you his new mum, I wonder? I thought I was, but he always was an ungrateful boy. And judging by our mutual state of dress, doesn't know a good thing when he sees one."
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