[OPEN] A game of tag

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Well that didn't go as planned. The moment he stiffened she let go of his arm, looked at him warily. He couldn't possibly know what she was truly after. When he moved away and looked back at here she had the forethought to look shy. She didn't meet his eyes as she spoke in a breathy whisper. "i'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." She turned away from him, gripping her parasol close to her chest. "Don't worry about a ride home. I'll walk."

[tybalt rogue maychester]

The moment she let go the uneasiness passed. He was just being paranoid right? "I just wanted to know," He muttered bitterly. "My offer still stands though. I brought you here, you don't need to walk." He shrugged, sitting down on the springy mattress of the bed.

"I'm just..I dunno."

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She looked over her shoulder in his direction, but still did not look at him. "It's okay. After all, we only just met, and here I am, intruding on your life." she turned slowly, staring a hole into the grungy carpet. His heartbeat pounded in her ears and his blood was all she could smell. She didn't have much longer before the hunger took over. She held out a hand to him. "i hope you will accept my apology." Just a little bit longer, she could do this. If he took her hand she could use her strength to pull him close, or he could let her sit, get close, and she could use charm to catch him. Either way, the show was almost done.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt scoffed. "Life? What life?" He muttered. "I already said you don't need to apologize." He glanced up at her, but reached to take her handshake as if in truce anyway, wasn't much for shaking a womans hand.

Brown eyes glanced around the rugged looking trailer. It didn't look much better on the inside then it did on the out.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She listened to Tybalt as he chastised her. When he finished speaking and took her hand she looked him straight in the eye, "actually, I do, for this." She caught his hand in a grip like an iron vice and pulled him up to her. She entangled her other hand in his hair and pulled him close. She didn't want to see his face when she drained him. With a snarl she bared her fangs and bit into his neck.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

"Mother FUCK!" Tybalt yelped in surprise, muscled body growing rigid. He was unaware of the way his eyes darkened to more of a red and everything about him heated up.

He drew in a swift, suddenly panicked breath, trying to pry her away. His actions became more fumbled and he groaned faintly. That was one way to lose blood fast. Knees gave out and he dragged her with him to the bed, struggled faintly again.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine moaned audibly as his blood poured down her throat. No matter how often she drank it always gave the same rush. Tybalt's temperature rose slightly as she drank, which was slightly odd, but not enough to worry about. As he struggled she tightened her grip. To let go now would be the death of them both. He would call for help, and she would have to kill him, in turn condemning herself.

As he pulled her back onto the bed with him she began to gag. His blood, there was something wrong with it. She wrenched herself free of his neck and pushed him away as she began to heave. What the hell was he? He was not an immortal, she could sense them, nor was he any type of undead. Never before had she run into this. She dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other covering her mouth, trying not to puke. It wasn't working though, and dark blood was pouring through her slim fingers like a sieve.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt collapsed onto the bed with a dizzy groan, a hand flying to his neck and throat to cover the bleeding bite, the area sticky with his own blood.

"Holy shit," He slurred, voice growing with his panic. "Fukcking-...what the-..?!"
He stared down at her in confusion as the blood was uoheaved, had had an idea that not all were human, bit never in his right mind had he expected this.
"Bloody hell..you fuckin' bitch.. he groaned, drawing his knees up some.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine tried to stand, but it was pointless. Her body was shaking as she continued to spit up blood. Finally, there was none left, and on shaky legs, she used the bed to pull herself up, leaving a bloody hand print on the dingy mattress. Blood coated her chin, the front of her outfit, and everywhere in between. It dripped from her hand as she tried to focus blurry vision on Tybalt. She gasped for air, her fangs gleaming black in the thin light of the trailer. "What the hell are you?"

[tybalt rogue maychester]

"What the hell am I," He scoffed with a bitter laugh. "Last time I checked I'm pretty sure I belonged under the category of fucking normal!" He sat up some, running his clean hand through his hair. "Jeezuss..." He huffed in agitation. "I can't-..what the fuck?!" One way to find out humans werenn't the only ones alive. Not to mention she wanted to know what he was.

He glared at her, down at the blood.Fuckin' A, like this llace wasn't dumpy enough