washingup: (down; greasy emo vampire)
ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴍɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ ([personal profile] washingup) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2015-04-28 04:16 am (UTC)

[He knows, even as his teeth pierce her skin, that this isn't what he needs. He can feel the lack of blood blooming under his lips, can feel the lack of heat, the lack of life, and the vampire in him cries out, anguished, cheated.

The man cries out for another reason.

Annie disappears from his arms, popping straight off the bed, and Mitchell flings himself away as well, landing on the opposite side from where Annie winds up, although he's still tangled in the bedsheets and completely naked while she's fully-dressed again.]


Annie!— [He doesn't know what to say. He can still feel his fangs out, the ache in them, the frustrated need that he hasn't been able to sate.] I—

Oh god, Annie, I'm sorry. [He flails a little, but doesn't try to get up from the floor, afraid if he tried to stand she'd run away from him and that, that would be something he couldn't bear.] I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... Annie.

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