The childe remained still, crouched, the aftermath of the pleasure running through her, coupled with the horrifying rage of her sire.
The kindred would die for using her as prey, as food, and tempting her..... But what would her mother do to her..
She rubs her hand over her mouth, leaving a smear of blood, her throat reflexively swallowing. She tries not to watch her mother tear him apart with rage, and winces slightly as he falls into ash...
Finally the violence ends, leaving the childe and her mother facing each other. She grabs the childe's arm in a firm grip and walks them both away from the remains, and then sees the traces of red on her daughter's lip...
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Date: 2007-07-24 01:26 am (UTC)The kindred would die for using her as prey, as food, and tempting her..... But what would her mother do to her..
She rubs her hand over her mouth, leaving a smear of blood, her throat reflexively swallowing. She tries not to watch her mother tear him apart with rage, and winces slightly as he falls into ash...
Finally the violence ends, leaving the childe and her mother facing each other. She grabs the childe's arm in a firm grip and walks them both away from the remains, and then sees the traces of red on her daughter's lip...