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PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
"S...Stay with me...!! Stay with me, please...!! Don't leave me!! Don't die, please!!"
The smell of blood was overwhelming, causing her head to spin and her vision blurr. She could barely see his face through her tears, through the unbearable urge to consume. His gasping and choking was louder than the ringing in her ears, like it was the only sound in the world; a cursed chorus worming into her mind.
"I won't stop...until I find you again...I swear...I-I swear we'll be together again...I refuse to lose you a second time..."
--
Sybil hated coming into the city, but the Coven had a meeting she was required to attend. She was one of the coven's diplomats, using the learning she had gained as aristocracy in Victorian era London as well as accumulated over the centuries made her quite the voice of reason when matters needed attending.
These meetings were often dull and tested her patience more often than not. Another reason was that Simon would be there, as well, and she hated him with every ounce of her being. He was the reason she was doomed to attend such things; he was the one who made her, cursing her with her unlife as a vampire.
When things were finished and she managed to dodge Simon like the plague, she sat in her car to look for a bar to sit at and fester in on her phone. Once she found one with reasonable reviews, she made her way down.
The smell of blood was overwhelming, causing her head to spin and her vision blurr. She could barely see his face through her tears, through the unbearable urge to consume. His gasping and choking was louder than the ringing in her ears, like it was the only sound in the world; a cursed chorus worming into her mind.
"I won't stop...until I find you again...I swear...I-I swear we'll be together again...I refuse to lose you a second time..."
--
Sybil hated coming into the city, but the Coven had a meeting she was required to attend. She was one of the coven's diplomats, using the learning she had gained as aristocracy in Victorian era London as well as accumulated over the centuries made her quite the voice of reason when matters needed attending.
These meetings were often dull and tested her patience more often than not. Another reason was that Simon would be there, as well, and she hated him with every ounce of her being. He was the reason she was doomed to attend such things; he was the one who made her, cursing her with her unlife as a vampire.
When things were finished and she managed to dodge Simon like the plague, she sat in her car to look for a bar to sit at and fester in on her phone. Once she found one with reasonable reviews, she made her way down.
