Post by lucrezia conti on Dec 22, 2021 11:36:41 GMT -7
TW/CW: Pregnancy loss, blood
Autumn 1971
Kathmandu, Nepal
Kathmandu, Nepal
The absence of any puncture wounds on her neck still puzzled Lucrezia, who had always had it in her head that vampires were supposed to bleed their victims dry. Jochen hadn't done anything of the sort, though the sensation of fangs entering her skin was something that she still hadn't gotten used to feeling. Now, she knew, it was her turn to feed from him. She tried to put it out of her mind as much as possible. He had done the same to her, multiple times over, and so this was her opportunity to reciprocate.
That was, at least, what Lucrezia tried to tell herself. She was sure that breaking the skin would have been much easier with actual fangs. The metallic taste made her gag, and her initial reaction was to spit it out. The blood remained in her mouth longer than she wanted it to, mostly because she contemplated what would happen if she didn't swallow it. And if she did? She knew the answer there. It was what she had wanted, to become a vampire like him.
There was something seriously sick about drinking blood regardless, but having just lost her pregnancy made it feel even more so. She had seen and dealt with more blood than she cared to think about for a lifetime, never mind becoming a creature who fed off of blood to remain alive. (Could she even call that "living", really? Vampires weren't fully alive in the same way that she was as a human…) To be with Jochen, though, that was what she wanted, to understand his world in the same way that she had traveled across multiple countries under less than advisable circumstances to better understand her own.
And now she was in some dingy hotel somewhere off the main square in Kathmandu where a bunch of long-haired foreigners weren't really bothered as long as they didn't cause too much of a fuss, forcing herself to swallow the blood in her mouth. It went down, though Lucrezia wasn't sure that it would stay there. She stared at Jochen's neck but said nothing, wondering how long it would take for the reaction to take place or if she would need to go back for seconds.
That was, at least, what Lucrezia tried to tell herself. She was sure that breaking the skin would have been much easier with actual fangs. The metallic taste made her gag, and her initial reaction was to spit it out. The blood remained in her mouth longer than she wanted it to, mostly because she contemplated what would happen if she didn't swallow it. And if she did? She knew the answer there. It was what she had wanted, to become a vampire like him.
There was something seriously sick about drinking blood regardless, but having just lost her pregnancy made it feel even more so. She had seen and dealt with more blood than she cared to think about for a lifetime, never mind becoming a creature who fed off of blood to remain alive. (Could she even call that "living", really? Vampires weren't fully alive in the same way that she was as a human…) To be with Jochen, though, that was what she wanted, to understand his world in the same way that she had traveled across multiple countries under less than advisable circumstances to better understand her own.
And now she was in some dingy hotel somewhere off the main square in Kathmandu where a bunch of long-haired foreigners weren't really bothered as long as they didn't cause too much of a fuss, forcing herself to swallow the blood in her mouth. It went down, though Lucrezia wasn't sure that it would stay there. She stared at Jochen's neck but said nothing, wondering how long it would take for the reaction to take place or if she would need to go back for seconds.