06 - Welcome Home, Honey

[spitefulvitae]

[919 Bilko, Morning - Limited to Housemates]

[Another beautiful Mayfield morning dawns, but all is not well in the Goodman household. That pleasant drone wife has been replaced with someone far stiffer, deader, and somewhat mildewed-smelling. That alone might be bad enough. But she had been quite silent while things were dark. Now that there's sun, there's screaming.

As soon as the first sufficiently brilliant rays of light come pouring into the room, Natalie bursts from her spot on the bed with an inhuman shriek. She tears the blankets off the bed and wraps them around herself, but it's not nearly enough protection against the light. She can't see, with all of the brightness and all of the fabric covering her... it's making her efforts to find some sort of cover far too slow. A hand has crept out from the covers, and it's fumbling at the doorknob for the closet... it's also sizzling.]

OhgodohgodthesunnotthesunohfatherpleasenonotthesunfatherhelpmenoNONONOnonono...

[Around Town, Evening]

[It's a warm late-summer evening. A perfect time for light blouses and short sleeves. To hell with that, tonight. Not after the kind of morning Natalie had been through. Every inch of her is covered by clothing. Long sleeves cover her arms. Gloves cover her fingers. Her usual scarf is wrapped very, very high along her face. And her hair is even pulled forward to obscure her face even further, with just a slit left to allow for vision.

Really, the malfunctioning drones are a mercy, tonight. She needs blood, and lots of it, if she's going to be presentable anytime soon. Were you being annoyed by a particularly persistent drone asking the time or wishing you a good evening?]

...oh. Here. Let me take care of that...

[And she'll just be grabbing them, exposing their neck, and sinking her fangs in. Masquerade, shmasquerade. What was there to cover up, here? She was doing everyone a favor, honestly.]

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[spitefulvitae]

Let me have a little nip, then, and see if you're still alright with being so selfless...?

[She's leaning in, fangs bared, undoubtedly looking menacing.]

[kinship]

[No kidding. He's tense as a bowstring and just about ready to call it off, but... he's a stubborn moron and so just nods and keeps his silence.]

[ooc: I am so sorry this tag is so late ):]

[spitefulvitae]

((OOC: Quite alright!))

[If it's offered, she won't refuse nourishment. She lowers herself, setting gloved fingers upon his shoulder, the other hand lightly moving the collar of his shirt away from his neck. There's a pause, then, as she steels herself for the experience. She would not get carried away, here. She'd be in control of this. She'd be brief.

He may have been able to smell the rose perfume that she doused herself in before. At this proximity, he can likely detect the rot that lies beneath it.]

Alright.

[And she bares her fangs and sinks them into his neck. There would be the immediate obvious spike of pain of skin and veins being penetrated, but then a warm pulse of bliss would drown the pain out. With an undercurrent of wrongness to it, a tickle like bugs crawling up your spine.]

[kinship]

[As soon as she bites down, he feels this was a massive mistake, a miscalculation on his part. He's not used to getting it wrong, and it scares him deeply.

His hands come up to push at her, but before he can do much more than curl his fingers in her shirt before the bliss hits him and he goes almost limp in her arms.]

A-- Ah.

[spitefulvitae]

[Resistance, then compliance. That's usually how it seems to go. For her part, she feels a twinge of discomfort and guilt for doing this... but it's a small twinge. The rest of her is simply delighted to have blood, real blood.

She has the self-possession to not have more than a few mouthfuls. Natalie withdraws her fangs, sighs in satisfaction, then licks the bite wound. This not only prevents her from wasting blood, but it heals it closed. It was as though she hadn't been there at all.]

There. That's what you volunteered for.

[And she pulls her hands away from Cain and steps back.]

[kinship]

[He staggered backwards as soon as she released him, hand to the already unblemished skin with a look of naked shock on his face.]

I didn't...

[...expect it to be like that.]

[spitefulvitae]

...think it would be like that?

[She tilts her head and stares at Cain, eager to see his reaction. Would it drive him away?]

What did you think it would be like?

[...what HAD the boy thought he was in for?]

[kinship]

[He's recovering from the lack of control, rubbing at his neck and eyeing her warily.]

Painful... I didn't think there would be that--

[Loss of control, the feeling of bliss. That had unnerved him much more than the action of taking the blood.]

[spitefulvitae]

Vampires bite. And you hadn't expected it to hurt?

[Natalie wraps her scarf back around the lower part of her face, but her eyes remain fixed on him. Surely there's more to it than pain?]

[kinship]

No... No, I mean yes, but I expected it to hurt more. I wasn't expecting it to stop hurting and feel like... that.

[Bliss. As though he had no control in how he felt any more, no free will to stop her if he'd wanted to.]

[spitefulvitae]

Aahh... [She nodded slowly, now understanding what he was getting at.]

Maybe it's not common of vampires in general. It's common with my kind. Who's to say? I'm hardly about to go take a survey.

[A little tucking and tying, and she's satisfied with the security of her scarf. She's about to start away, but still watching Cain curiously.]

...thank you for the blood.

[kinship]

You're welcome, Miss Waters.

[He's rapidly recovering his usual polite warmth, the mask of calm and smiles that covers everything.]

I hope it will help sustain you for some time.

[spitefulvitae]

[Whatever little moment they shared, Natalie hardly seemed to want to prolong it. She inclined her head towards him and held out the edges of her skirt in an almost-curtsey.]

I've already benefited greatly from your gift.

[And if there was no more to be said, she would turn and go.]