Miss Bennet was slipping away, as her blood pooled underneath her lifeless form. There were drops, upon her lips, but she could not feel them.
As the drops wetted her lips, they awakened some strange consciousness within her; her tongue was flicking against her lips, seeking more. Hungering for it. Her mouth opened and pressed against his wrist, feeding. It was elixir. It was intoxicating.
Somewhere behind the rush of blood, the pain was starting.
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Date: 2009-02-09 03:22 am (UTC)As the drops wetted her lips, they awakened some strange consciousness within her; her tongue was flicking against her lips, seeking more. Hungering for it. Her mouth opened and pressed against his wrist, feeding. It was elixir. It was intoxicating.
Somewhere behind the rush of blood, the pain was starting.