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Who: Jill & Wataru
When: Feoveuer 9 - 10
Where: Jill's apartment
What: Miss Bartender turning into a vampire
Warnings: Character death, trauma, injury, and overall sad times
[The sickness that was gradually claiming her life took a fast and escalated turn on the night of the full moon. Jill was weak enough that leaving her bed and her room was out of the question. She felt and looked like a mess, but that was honestly the least of her worries. Her breathing was hard and labored, she continued to cough up blood, and that wasn't even the worst of it.
Still, she tried her absolute best to at least get a single message out to Wataru, fingers trembling as they pressed each key.]
help
my room
[Jill hoped and prayed that he would be able to see the message. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer panic and fear being fed through the bond would likely be even more of an alarm.
Her eyes began to tear up as she weakly began to sob and cry in what would be her literal deathbead.
She didn't want to die alone.
She didn't want to die.
Someone.
Anyone.
Please.]
When: Feoveuer 9 - 10
Where: Jill's apartment
What: Miss Bartender turning into a vampire
Warnings: Character death, trauma, injury, and overall sad times
[The sickness that was gradually claiming her life took a fast and escalated turn on the night of the full moon. Jill was weak enough that leaving her bed and her room was out of the question. She felt and looked like a mess, but that was honestly the least of her worries. Her breathing was hard and labored, she continued to cough up blood, and that wasn't even the worst of it.
Still, she tried her absolute best to at least get a single message out to Wataru, fingers trembling as they pressed each key.]
help
my room
[Jill hoped and prayed that he would be able to see the message. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer panic and fear being fed through the bond would likely be even more of an alarm.
Her eyes began to tear up as she weakly began to sob and cry in what would be her literal deathbead.
She didn't want to die alone.
She didn't want to die.
Someone.
Anyone.
Please.]
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There's... only one way to make sure she doesn't pass out or die again. ]
Okay. Okay. I think...
[ Wataru trails off, shakes his head... then pulls at the collar of his shirt, exposing his neck. ]
I think this is necessary, so... go ahead.
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There was very little "Jill" right now.
Only a creature acting on a singular instinct.
To feed.
And with his neck as close as it is, Jill quickly leans in, her fangs piercing through his skin.
It's her first time, but Jill acts as if she already knows what she's doing.]
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Wataru reaches for her arms, with the intention of forcing her away in the unfortunate case she's drinking more than she's supposed to.
It would probably become a titanic effort the longer they're like this, with his energies being sapped away along with his blood. For now he thinks he can handle it, and allows Jill to take her food in until she either pulls out or he'll make her. ]
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The need is intense, there's no mistake about that.
And for better or worse, the more she drinks, the clearer her thoughts get and the more aware she becomes.
Aware that she's biting right into his neck.
She pulls away in a hurry and...]
Wataru? What are you...
What's going on?
[Aware of the taste of blood in her mouth, too.]
Oh, god, what was I doing?
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You were... "feeding" yourself, to put it lightly.
[ How was that even "lightly"? He can't find something else to define the act of a vampire sucking blood out of him.
But at least Jill seems to come back to her senses, and the look on her face tells him that he's hopefully no longer risking another blood loss. ]
How... are you feeling? Physically.
[ He can figure she's not so happy about this whole situation, so he won't delve into the emotional side of things. ]
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Fuck.
Jill's mind is going a mile a minute trying to process what had just happened. She remembers being sick, and texting for Wataru for help. The rest is mostly a blur.
Then there was waking up and feeling... overwhelmed.]
I-I'm fine. Really.
I'm way more worried about you.
[Hang on, why wasn't she... needing to breathe?]
Wait, did I just suck your blood?
...
Am I dead?
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Forlorn feelings are shown in his expression as he presses his lips together. ]
Yeah. To both questions. I'm sorry, Jill.
[ Her emotional state is more important to deal with than his injury right now. ]
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If it was all some kind of weird dream.
But it... wasn't.]
... Huh.
[Was all she could really muster, raising her hands to look at them both.
Definitely more pale than she'd remembered.]
I feel mostly the same.
How do I look?
[Fortunately, Jill looks exactly the same as before. Her red eyes are more pronounced, and there's the obvious fangs, too. But... she looks pretty much like before.]
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Your eyes are red, and... you have fangs. Otherwise you look the same as before.
[ Which is comforting to know, until he realizes there will possibly be further changes down the line. This is only the beginning. ]
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Son of a bitch that's sharp.
[Would have to be, if the point is to pierce flesh.]
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[ He knew firsthand how sharp those fangs were. Speaking of which, he needs a gauze for his wound, and something more effective to stop the blood with. He looks around, spots some paper towels, and apologizes to Jill before ripping some off and pressing them against his neck. ]
Do you have any medical tool I could use here?
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[Jill hurried along and gathered some supplies. She doesn't quite have gauze, but she does have rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls to help. It was the least she could do after the mess she'd made.]
Is it bleeding a lot? We might need to see someone who can use some, uh, healing magic.
'Cause I sure as shit can't.