Phoebe
She saw his fangs grow as he half shifted, and that should have been warning enough. But instead it riled her more and she pointed at him as though she were chiding a child. "Don't you dare grow your fangs at me, mister! You're the one being a miserable ass, and I'm only like this because of it!" she huffed, thanking the bartender as he refilled her cup. When was the last time she had eaten? She couldn't remember nor did she care at that exact moment. "The only thing I feel is pissed off that you're such a child you can't even muster being a halfway decent person and take every bit of irritation out of me." she huffed at him, throwing back another chug of the liquor.
Gods it burned but at least it meant she was feeling something.
"Don't tell me what to do. It's not like you care anyways." she huffed at him, already beginning to slur her words ever so slightly.
Gods it burned but at least it meant she was feeling something.
"Don't tell me what to do. It's not like you care anyways." she huffed at him, already beginning to slur her words ever so slightly.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
