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Post by softballgal on Aug 15, 2010 23:45:32 GMT -5
I didn't go home after work. I went to an internet cafe and searched the web for as long as I could. I was trying to delay having to go home. Soon it started getting dark out. I decided to stay for a few more hours, just to be safe.
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Post by Milk on Aug 16, 2010 23:21:50 GMT -5
Once the sun set, Shawn stepped out of the closet. He cleaned up her apartment to make it look nice for her, and then simply left, just as he'd promised. He headed to the movie theaters, looking for his next meal.
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Post by softballgal on Aug 17, 2010 12:28:32 GMT -5
I was on my way home. It was later than I expected. I was walking by myself again, when a man confronted me with a knife. "Give me your purse!" He demanded. "You have to be kidding me. This is not my week." I say to myself. The man, who was obviously desperate, swung and cut my cheek. It was as deep as a paper cut, but it stung pretty bad.
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Post by Milk on Aug 19, 2010 23:53:18 GMT -5
Shawn wasn't far away, and with her blood in his system, he could sense danger. He raced to find his evening's dinner, worried.
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Post by softballgal on Aug 21, 2010 9:12:05 GMT -5
"Here is all the cash I have." I said, handing him $50, which he grabbed quickly. "If you leave now, I won't tell anyone." I said. He obviously didn't care. He struck the knife at me, hitting home in my stomach. I collapsed to my knees with a gasp. He then hit my with the handle of his knife at the side of my head. I fell all the way down, my cheek to the cement.
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Post by Milk on Aug 22, 2010 20:40:29 GMT -5
He appeared finally and slowed, watching. "...Hm. More dinner." He commented about the jackass hurting her.
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Post by softballgal on Aug 22, 2010 23:08:06 GMT -5
"Crap, that hurt." I said to myself as I crawled to a dumpster, which I used to pull myself onto my legs. I noticed my t-shirt was already running red. Not the best day to wear white. I took of my sweater and balled it up. I pushed into the wound with my hand to lessen the bleeding. I was getting dizzy, fast. I was probably not in the best state to loose blood after last night. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Shawn, but it wasn't the most important thought on my mind. First, I needed to find a way to stop the bleeding.
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Post by Milk on Aug 26, 2010 9:51:32 GMT -5
Shawn walked over and lifted her up easily, pulling her smaller body into his chest and tigtening one arm around her. He used his free arm to adjust hers so that her arms were under his brace, keeping her from struggling. "This will hurt for a minute, but it'll feel good shortly after," He promised and found her head wound. He began licking it, all the while allowing his venom to go in- just a small amount, enough to heal her and regenerate the blood she'd lost.
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Post by softballgal on Aug 26, 2010 13:01:50 GMT -5
I struggled a little when someone picked me up. I was about to scream for help, when I heard Shawn's voice. I briefly wondered why he was doing this, but then forgot about it when I felt like acid was being poured into my head wound. I cringed and tried to escape Shawn's grasp, when the pain eased and felt cooler.
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Post by Milk on Aug 27, 2010 23:33:40 GMT -5
Shawn took her home and tucked her into her bed, and then settled somewhere in her apartment once more. He watched TV while she recovered.
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Post by softballgal on Aug 28, 2010 0:15:55 GMT -5
I must have fainted. When I woke up, I was in my own bed. I got up and pulled my shirt up. The gash in my stomach was gone. I heard a low noise in my living room. I walked out and saw Shawn watching T.V. This was the first time I had really been able to see him. I couldn't help but stare. I just hoped my mouth wasn't hanging open while I did so. I gained my composure. I sat next to him. "Thank you" I whispered quietly, looking at my feet.
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Post by Milk on Aug 30, 2010 14:06:10 GMT -5
"Yup. See, aren't you glad I fed on you last night?" he asked, not looking at her yet. "I don't know why I watch football. I like baseball more, but baseball is impossible to watch on these damned televisions."
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Post by softballgal on Aug 30, 2010 16:29:20 GMT -5
"I honestly don't like watching sports. Though, when I was in school I was a three sport athlete. I guess I just have to be playing it for it to be interesting." I said. This was defiantly not a conversation I expected to have with Shawn of all people.
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Post by Milk on Aug 31, 2010 23:45:31 GMT -5
"Mm...Makes sense. Watching is passive, easy to do- boring," he agreed and looked over at her. "Feeling better?"
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Post by softballgal on Sept 1, 2010 8:34:29 GMT -5
"Yeah. Still feel drained, but no no more pain. Thank you for that." I said. I sat there for awhile not knowing what to do. I got up and went to the kitchen. "Would you like something to eat?" I asked.
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