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sanguisfiat
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Location: My Barbie Dreamhouse
Wed Mar 11, 2009 1:19 am
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Elle shakes, having bolted home from that terrifying blood hunt, her considerable will shaken. She trembles, convinced that that bitch Ishani has it out for her. God...I didnt even fuck Asa, what the hell is her problem... she sighs, still trembling every so often.
SHe finds that her usual line of junkies is a bit smaller than usual, and she narrows her eyes not seeing a couple of her favorite pets. She growls, dragging one of them inside and using her most powerful skills to get him loaded, drinking deep, deeper than she should really, taking better than half of his blood, leaving him a passed out heap next to her on the couch. She carries his half limp body to her own bed, planning on leaving him until closer to dawn so her other clients wont think anything of the passed out boy, though he is a bit pale even for a speed junkie.
She gluts herself over and over, taking more than she needs from every patron, until she wants to vomit, until she does, after she does, more than ten of her blood hookers go in and out of the ware house door that night.
Elle struggles, drinking them altered and unaltered, unable to satisfy her lusts and desires, punishing them for not fulfilling her, going mad after so many days denying herself the drug laden blood, so many days...three in total, three of denying her utterly Daeva urge to satisfy herself above all else.
Finally, the last one leaves, and she rather gently carries the still passed out (but certainly not dead) kid out onto the stoop and rests him against a dumpster to sleep off his lack of blood.
She feels restless but at least more satisfied, her belly over full, the bathroom that is awash in blood where she threw up evidence of that. She slides into her cozy bed, burrowing down lonesomely, having hated to have no one to play with at the Asylum party, ignored and utterly blending in, something her inner turmoil makes her relive over and over.
She shakes her head, texting her future ghoul and demanding that he have his driver pick her up and bring her to his hotel the following night, wanting to seal the deal and get new lovely presents in return, knowing a fast car will soothe the ache where her soul should be.
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