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[fuckyou_chorus]

[so in amongst all the red stringed people going crazy, the vampiric adorable animals and whatever the hell Marcy is doing today, what is your character doing?]

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[burgercraving]

[shows up at Sophie-Anne's ... barn thing, after dusk]

[painintheneck]

[shoving her doesn't work, and Sophie-Anne is biting into her neck again]

[burgercraving]

Get the fuck off!

[painintheneck]

[she doesn't respond other than to press her harder against the wall and start to drink from her. the way she's feeding isn't like any of the other times she's bitten Santana - it's much more animalistic and unrestrained]

[burgercraving]

[there's attempted thrashing until she can't anymore, with her falling him, an arm just pulling at Sophie-Anne's clothing as she lets out a soft moan]

[painintheneck]

[she keeps drinking until Santana has pretty much gone entirely limp, then lowers her to the floor, propping her head up with one hand. then she bites open her own wrist and lowers it to Santana's mouth]

Drink. Hurry up.

[burgercraving]

[burgercraving]

[drags it toward her mouth roughly and drinks]

[painintheneck]

[leaning down close, almost whispering in her ear]

There. Now, dying's not so bad this time around, is it?

[burgercraving]

... I didn't have a choice still.

[painintheneck]

No one has a choice, in the end.

[burgercraving]

I was supposed to!

[painintheneck]

[she's quiet while she forces Santana to drink a little more. then she pulls her bleeding wrist away from Santana's mouth and watches at the wound begins to close up]

You'll feel differently tomorrow night. I promise you.

[burgercraving]

[just. silent]

[painintheneck]

[the following night, Sophie-Anne is sitting and brushing her hair next to a half-dug up hole in the ground, far out in one of the fields. having woken up as soon as it got dark, she's had a chance to clean herself up and change her clothes, and now she's simply waiting]

[burgercraving]

[it takes a little longer, but the first thing that happens when she wakes is the feeling of hunger. the next is the sounds: the skittering over the ground, the smell, the way everything in the area was somewhat more alive than it had been before. Santana pulls herself out quickly ("quickly" is an understatement here) and she feels ... out of sorts. as if there are new muscles on her body that don't belong]

W-what-