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"Are you done yet?" She pants, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. She rolls her shoulders to relieve the stress of holding her head to the side for so long. Her grip loosens on her long hair and few strands fall from her grasp, tickling against the vampire's lips as she drinks. Dark, hooded, crimson eyes, eclipsed by blood-lust meet hers.
"No patience, kitten. Tsk tsk, has the novelty worn off already?" Comes the teasing rejoinder. Sylus breathes deeply as she licks her lips, suffusing her senses with metallic ichor.
Her query is met with a gasp and a scowl from other the woman as her tongue laves over the pinpricks on her decolletage.
"I have plans after this." The curt assertion is at odds with the flush on the woman's skin; hot, pink, full of vibrant, fiery, life which contrasts the deathly cool pallor of the vampire's lips. She chuckles darkly before pressing a chaste kiss to her neck.
"And you didn't invite me." Infuriating smugness saturates the words. "That's alright; once you're mine we'll have all the time in the world, won't we?"
A promise of eternity, a threat of purgatory; it's all the same when Sylus speaks those words.