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Shelby stared at Avids neck, he was begging her to turn him.
And on one hand, she was tempted, she could hear his heartbeat as fast as a rabbits, his heavy breathing as a result of adrenaline, she could see every shake of his body, and he was asking her to do it.
On the other hand she felt sick
Sick at herself, for thinking of him as prey.
Sick at Avids request
Sick at the thought of turning him only for him to go walking into a death trap of his own making
She couldn’t do it
She had to, though
She had to.
Shelby brought her hands up to Avids arms to hold them, she didn’t notice they’d turned into claws until he flinched
It was fine, everything would be fine.
She leaned over to his neck
She felt sick
Sick at the smell of human blood, sick at what was about to happen, sick at what she was about to do to him-
Her teeth sunk in, his heartbeat picked up, and her claws dug into his arms on pure instinct. Blood pooling around her fingers. A part of her hoped it would take his mind off her drinking from him, cause him to focus on the pain in his arms rather than neck…..
She had to wonder, if this was why Scott and Pyro had dug their claws into her, slicing up her arms as she pulled to run back-
Oh gods, she doesn’t think she could handle it if he ran right now
She didn’t want his turning to be a bad memory, didn’t want him hurting like she was
She couldn’t let him run away now though
Not after she agreed
Not after her mouth is filled and coated in his blood
Not when she can already feel a weird connection start to form
Not when, if anyone were to see her, she would be set ablaze again
He couldn’t run away like this, she wouldn’t let him
And that thought terrified her, but instinct was driving her, taking a hold, and it refused to let go, to freeze up.
She didn’t know what she would do if he ran right now.
She didn’t want to find out.
Avid didn’t know any of it, though, she he lurched away in pain, pushing her head away, and she instinctively moves one claws arm from his, to his back, digging the hand below his shoulder blades before sinking her teeth back into him
His voice is less muffled as his heart slowly stops, and isn’t roaring in her ears anymore, “this is not painless” and she can hear the tears in his voice
She can feel tears of her own threatening to spill
She doesn’t reply until he goes limp in her hold
“I don’t think it’s supposed to be” Shelby says softly, immediately feeling nauseous at seeing the red staining his clothes, she can feel blood drying around her mouth, and it only serves to worsen her stomach
She wonders if he even heard her…..
She doesn’t get long to ponder on it before they have to split up in a panic
She’ll sort out those emotions…..later.
…….Probably.