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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Aug 11, 2008 18:03:48 GMT -5
*Sarah's eyes were distant and miserable.*
"Like being chewed up and spit out." *She muttered. She forced herself to try to brighten, though it was painfully obvious.*
"They both found someone else. And they're happy. I should be happy for them."
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Post by Norman Bates on Aug 12, 2008 11:16:41 GMT -5
He stopped flitting.
Norman sat on the bed next to her, his face boyish and concerned but for the slight sneer to his lip and the glint in his eye.
"No, you shouldn't," he said. "You should get revenge."
He put his arm around her, driven not only by his vampiric nature but the release of that thing inside him that had wanted this as a human, wanted to dominate his weak, feminine customers and been too scared too. Foolish boy, he thought to himself.
They were there for the taking. He bent to her neck, kissing that spot above her jugular as he press her back against the bed.
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Aug 12, 2008 11:20:24 GMT -5
"Wait...what?" *Sarah squeaked as he swept her up. She shook her head.*
"Oh no...not like...I don't need you to..."
*She squirmed a bit, trying to urge him off of her.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Aug 12, 2008 11:32:10 GMT -5
"It's not charity, girl," Norman chuckled, and kissed her on the lips--demanding, provoking--before she could answer. He was doing her a favor, he figured. Doing himself one, too, true.
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Aug 12, 2008 11:41:42 GMT -5
"Please! Don't!"
*Sarah writhed a bit harder against him, turning her lips from his and trying to deter his affections.*
"I don't want this!"
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Post by Norman Bates on Aug 12, 2008 11:55:19 GMT -5
Norman, however, was strong. And determined. This, after all, was what he'd wanted all those years. What he'd denied himself. He'd let that woman deter him. Murder them before he could take what he wanted.
Now, he was cured. He was strong enough to see what he wanted for himself. And take it.
"Shh," he murmured, his hands caressing her though her clothes. "You just don't know it yet." He nipped his way to her collarbone, enflamed with lust.
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Aug 12, 2008 12:16:42 GMT -5
*What the hell was wrong with men in this town? She shoved roughly against him, but he had a supernatural strength. If only she hadn't run off from the party before feeding, if only she had more fresh blood, Sarah would be able to free herself. She knew it. But now she was squirming and flailing fruitlessly against him. In desperation, instinct took over and she bared her fangs, sinking them into his throat as he nipped at hers.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Aug 12, 2008 12:27:54 GMT -5
Norman moaned, not in pain but in pleasure. He hadn't been expecting this--and part of his mind warned him that this was not what he wanted to be doing right now--but the other part, the part that welcomed this and craved it and writhed against her took the upper hand. He bent his neck even further, allowing her access, allowing the blood to flow as the blessed lassitude suffused him.
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Aug 12, 2008 12:43:00 GMT -5
*It took Sarah a while to realize what was going on. That he'd stopped fighting. That he was...what was he doing? It was almost like he...wanted her to bite him. She drank a bit more, just enough to get the upper hand physically, then drew back and studied him cautiously. Her mouth was stained with his blood.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Aug 12, 2008 12:52:22 GMT -5
Norman moaned again as she detached, reaching weakly towards her.
"No," he murmured. "Don't stop, don't..."
His body yearned for her touch; it was sexual, this urge, but something more, too. Something that went beyond mere sensation. He liked being taken away from himself.
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Aug 12, 2008 13:05:57 GMT -5
*Sarah looked justifiably confused, her attacker asking--begging--her to keep hurting him. But she couldn't see a downside. So she lowered her lips back to his neck, biting down hard enough to dissuade any thoughts that this was anything other than a simple statement that she didn't want to get sexed up by him.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Aug 12, 2008 13:24:25 GMT -5
"Ah!"
Norman hissed in satisfaction, in pleasured pain, his finger wrapping around her wrist but not in a hard, dissuading grip. Indeed, it was as if to steady himself. The hold got weaker as he did, as he felt that other part of him gain upper hand (the dominant part protesting, now feeble and angry in the background).
When his hand fell away from her wrist, he murmured for her to stop, his voice a mere whisper.
Already, as his original self flooded back in the bereft shell that was left, he felt the remorse that always came, and tears leaked from the corners of his tightly shut eyes.
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Aug 12, 2008 13:32:31 GMT -5
*Seeing him whimper like that, tears in his eyes...so vulnerable, Sarah couldn't help herself from feeling a little guilty.*
"Oh!" *She released him, but cradled him supportively.*
"I...I'm sorry. I thought that was what you wanted."
You know, after you tried to rape me.
*She wasn't making much sense, but at least she knew it.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Aug 12, 2008 13:43:56 GMT -5
Norman turned his head away, his body curling in on itself as he moved to his side.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he murmured in a litany. "I didn't want... I didn't mean... oh god, what I've become..."
He was having trouble getting a hold of himself, even with the physical weakness that made doing anything difficult. He'd never done anything quite like what he'd tried. No matter who he'd killed.
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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Aug 12, 2008 13:46:29 GMT -5
*Sarah was only getting more thrown off by his behavior. She only knew that she had this terrible urge to comfort him.*
"Shhh....it's fine. It'll be fine. You'll see. Shhh..."
*She rubbed his back soothingly.*
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