Dance with the Devil [Seasonal Event]

RexannA your battle-worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore that you are ruined Rexanna had always been one to tempt the fire. She had enjoyed poking the bear, so to speak, and she was well aware of the repercussions. It wasn’t something she was afraid of, in fact she was far too curious to not experience it. She only knew it would be a matter of time before he’d take the bait, though much to Rex’s surprise it was sooner rather than later. He approached her, his fingers caressing her neck as she found her sapphire gaze lingering on his pale face and dark eyes, a small smirk forming on the corner of her lips. He spoke of music, and she nodded subtly along despite the fact she couldn’t. It wasn’t a sound she could hear other than the rhythm of the blood in her ears, pulsing with excitement and a small amount of fear for the unknown. As he spoke her questions, she quirked a smile at him. “I’d hope to move on.” She hummed to him, tilting her head as he lifted her chin. He spoke again, but her heartbeat thrummed so hard in her ear that she couldn’t entirely make it out. But soon enough, he had bit her neck. The feeling… was unlike anything she’d experienced. Of course there was the pressure and the pain, but there was a brilliant fiery feeling beneath it that had her craving more. She didn’t resist, she knew what she was expecting from the first time that night he’d flashed those sharp fangs her way. Her hands found their way into his shirt, to try and keep herself upright or to pull him closer, she wasn’t sure. It felt like forever, a craving feeling within her that couldn’t be acted upon as her legs wobbled and she stumbled slightly and everything went dark. The next time her eyes opened, she was in an unfamiliar spot. A room of sorts, and when she sat up her neck was painfully sore. It was likely bruised quite a bit, aside from the obvious bite marks. Leaning back into the pillows, she ran a pale hand along her forehead and closed her eyes again, catching her breath and trying to remember what had happened after, but everything was hazy and she couldn’t recall a single thing. The smell of bacon and food stirred her stomach into a quiet growl as she sighed, not wanting to get up but knowing she should eat. If the lightheadedness from his feeding had anything to do with that, she needed to at least replenish herself. After arguing with herself, she finally managed to get up and follow her nose to the kitchen, ungracefully plopping into a chair and staring at Archebold, but saying nothing. She’d let him speak first, but for now she rubbed aimlessly at the other side of her neck, her elbow propped on the counter. AND YOU WONDER WHY HE LETS YOU — THE BUTCHER TOUCH HIM — THE SUN

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