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     “I can relate. With my mom though. My father was the best thing I had in my life.“

wickedlilrabbit:

                                                                       ARE YOU STUPID?

        she flinches at his words, they made her head loud – they were laughing and she was not. “ nah’ stupid, juss’ bein’ a lil’ greedy with – with MY blood. “ she drips it from palm to palm, letting out soft sighs every so often; the feel of the liquid was something she’d never be able to get over. “ not – not sayin’ iss’ a no go – buh’ how you ‘spect’ah get ih’ in ‘yer mouth? m’hand’s’not a DOG bowl. i think ‘yer tha’ one with tha’ problem, hm? s’ppose we could – could stop in a – a RESTAURANT – ask ‘um ‘fer a SPOON? why y’NEED ih’so bad anyways? go drink some – some, some, some fuckin’ apple juice ‘er somethin’. “ 

                                                                                CAN YOU BE DONE?
                                                                        really fucking obnoxious, gracie. 

       she grumbles at ‘their’ words, extending both arms so that her little hand bowl of blood was closer to him, “ here. cup ‘yer – ‘yer hands. y’can have s’much as y’want. but – but ‘yer gonna OWE me. mhm. “ she bounces on her heels, “ gotta get – gotta be a LADY an’ one tha’ does YOGA three – three times a day; nuh’ more – nuh’ less. an’ she’s gotta – gotta have a DOG an’ a herb gard’ihn. cah’peesh? “ 

                           He takes a few moments in silence to examine her; as if he was trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with her. She was obviously playing some type of game – he just didn’t know exactly what kind of game that was. All that he really did know was the fact that it was a dangerous game. Most likely it was a game that she didn’t want to play. ❛ How about you shut up? I think you’ve done enough talking. Do you see what I’m wearing? There is a guarantee that you will never be able to afford any of this in five lifetimes. You just don’t get stuff like this dirty; especially not in blood. ❜ That was probably the least of her concerns, but to Donovan? His look meant everything to him. There was no way that he was just going to willingly risk ruing everything for a little bit of blood, but the cravings were getting to him. There was no sense in denying that watching the way that the crimson liquid dripped down from various parts of her body acted as a trigger for the hunger that existed deep within him. ❛ Fuck it. ❜ He finally gave in with a grunt, moving in a step closer towards her and gradually reaching his hands out in order to take some of the blood that she was offering. His hygiene was clearly the last thing on his mind as he lifted his his hands up towards his mouth and the blood began to run down his throat ( as well as down his chin – very messy. ) - the taste of it was very intoxicating; so much that Donovan couldn’t even begin to describe. Proof of that was the way that he could’t even resist letting his head fall back a little bit and moaning as he drank the blood. ❛ This is some good shit, you know that? You should be proud of yourself. ❜ He was clearly enjoying himself, but before he could even get the chance to get a bit too involved in it, he slowly lowered his head and looked back at her with a raised eyebrow; was she really trying to give him an ultimatum right now? ❛ Let me get this straight, you want me to get blood for you? ❜ The request wasn’t actually as odd as it sounded. I mean, Donovan was more than used to the activity – going on hunts was almost second nature to him; he could probably do it in his sleep if he wanted to. The things was, he never did it for just anyone – he always and only did it for her. For her he was always willing to move mountains, but for anyone else? Not so much. Especially not for the woman who was standing right in front of him and giving him an ultimatum. Who did she think she was? ❛ I can get you plenty more, that’s no problem. Your criteria, on the other hand? I don’t know about any of that. Do you really give a shit about the kind of life that that person was living? For crying out loud, you want to feast on their blood; why should any of that matter? Everyone bleeds the same. ❜

wickedlilrabbit:

        grace rocks on her feet, her eyes following the other’s every move. he seemed agitated and she couldn’t blame him; her words were silly– that’s why she said them! she doesn’t follow his direction, locking her knees when he asks her to come forward. how was he going to get the blood into his mouth? was he going to drink it as if he were a puppy or something? drinking from a water bowl? ah but her questions are answered when he dips a thumb into a blood droplet that was racing a few others down her arm. she’s quiet and concentrated; her mouth slightly agape. she didn’t even offer him the blood on her arm, but that was okay - the deed was already done. “ got – got it from some real nice lookin’ younger – younger lady. took – took real good care’ah herself. mhm – watchin’ her ‘fer weeks. only ate – ate tha’ organic shit, y’know? apples, potatoes, mmm lettuce. stuff that – that – that, that costs a - hm, a – a ‘jillion dollars. so – s’fresh. buh’why? y’want some in a lil’ doggy bag? a t’go cup? s’gon’cost yah’. i was watchin’ ‘iss lady ‘fer weeks. wha’ makes y’think i – i’m juss’ gon juss’ – give you some? hm?“

                          He nods his head after every single detail that was given to him. Not necessarily because it was anything that he really needed to know ( because he definitely didn’t. ), but it confirmed the real reason why he asking and the first place. It came from a human, thank God. To be quite honest, Donovan didn’t even know what he would do if it turned out that she was trying to feed him some kind of animal blood or something like that. ( besides kill her, of course. That was pretty much a given. ) But before he was even able to get entirely too comfortable in the relief that he felt over the fact, it was quickly as if the rug was pulled out from underneath him, so to speak. He was right back to sitting on square one; confused as ever. To his memory, it was only two seconds ago that she was willing to share everything with him and now all of the sudden, she was tapping a change of heart? Why? He didn’t understand it and to be perfectly honest, he didn’t want to understand it. As far as he was concerned, she was making a huge mistake and the least that he could do was let her know. ❛ Are you stupid? ❜ He asked rhetorically, shaking his head a few times. ❛ You don’t go walking around covered in blood, especially not around people like me and just expect that you’re not going to share. At least I’m being generous enough and willing to share any at all. ❜

wickedlilrabbit:

           “ do – do i got a cup, “ grace’s head lolls so that it’s resting on her shoulder, blood dripping from her earlobes. it was everywhere – blood dripping from places grace didn’t even know about. “ i –, “ she pats at her stomach, her legs, her arms – her face, “ does – does it – it look like i gotta cup or – or anywhere t’PUT a cup?! “ and now she’s smiling, taking a small step forward with her arms extended. “ you got – got a straw? you can – just dip tha’ straw in’tah m’hands. it – it, it, it – s’not SANITARY but – but – but…if ‘yer worried ‘bout sah’nih’shay’shun with BLOOD – tha’ss a – a whole ‘nother issue. “ she continues to bounce, giggling at the blood droplets that hit the floor. it was all so pretty – the way it hit the ground and went all over. “ or – or you, you kinda – CROUCH an’ – an’ i’ll juss’ let – let it, it drip in’tah ‘yer mouth like – like, like y’do with – with slurpees. “ 

                         He couldn’t help but glare directly at her. A straw? Was she being serious? Like he was actually going to stand there and drink the blood off of her with a straw. He didn’t even bother giving that any other type of acknowledgement; the same went for pretty much everything else that came out of her mouth, for that matter. She was being beyond ridiculous and Donovan couldn’t even tell whether or not she wanted to be taken seriously. He just knew that he couldn’t take her seriously. ❛Come here, ❜ without even giving her much of a chance to do anything, he took it upon himself to take a step towards her instead. His hand reached out to let his thumb dip in some of the blood that was on her arm before sticking it into his mouth. As far as he was concerned, he was dressed far too nicely for him to get any of his clothes dirty with his snack. To make matters even worse, he happened to be wearing a white shirt. Once he got enough of a good taste of the blood, he raised both of his eyebrows as he looked back the other woman; an expression indicating satisfaction. ❛ Tastes good. Where did you get this? ❜

@wickedlilrabbit continued from here

                          To anyone else it would have been a sight that could have easily instilled fear into the most fearless person; they probably would have reacted in panic and probably screamed or called the cops ( maybe even both. ), but to a vampire? It was probably the equivalent of Christmas morning. Blood was probably Donovan’s favorite thing in the world. ( of course, other than Elizabeth. ) But more than that? He loved seeing it on a person. There was no doubt that she was able to get that idea herself, judging by the smile that was present on his face the entire time that he was in her presence or the overall expression of happiness the entire time that he admired the way that the crimson liquid dripped down all over her body. She seemed to be in pure bliss and the way that she graciously offered him to share some of it? Well, who was he to say no? ❛ Do you have a cup? ❜ Was the first question to come from his mouth as he approached the younger woman. He wasn’t going to question where the blood came from ( not yet at least. ), the only intention that he had was enjoying what was in front of him.

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wickedlilrabbit:

“ i – LEH’ME OUT. “ 

it seemed as though the door she was
standing behind had been locked from
the outside. 
              BE POLITE, GRACE. 

“ pah’LEEZE can y’lemme out from ‘iss door. y’got EYES – “ 

                   He blinked twice, pausing momentarily to take a look around him from both sides. Someone was obviously fucking around with him, he was sure of it and at the very same time, he wasn’t very appreciative of it. The way in which she mentioned his eyes caught him a bit off guard to say the least. He was more than used to hearing compliments about his striking baby blue eyes, but the way that she just put it? That definitely was something he has never heard before and to be quite honest, he wasn’t exactly sure if he was comfortable with it. But much to his surprise ( and attributing to his already immense confusion. ) no one was around. A frustrated sigh was all that sounded from him as he went forward to open the door that the unfamiliar voice was apparently locked behind. ❛ What the hell are you doing getting yourself locked behind doors? You should be grateful I was gracious enough to let you out rather than keeping you locked behind there like you deserve. ❜