Aliyahlovinsex
Semi-recovering SexAddict
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As my body continued to regain strength, I felt Talia get off the bed and leave the apartment. There was something new and different filtering through my mind and then I finally realized what it was. Her blood that now flowed through my veins acted as a current between us; her thoughts, although still guarded, were now mine to read. I didn't need to invade her mind to tell what she was thinking though; as she stepped off the balcony I realized she felt regret and did not want to confront me if I was not ready. This suited me just fine.
Slowly, I rolled off the bed, nearly falling in the process. The dress which had looked so precious on me last night, was now soaked with blood and clinging to my still pale skin. I felt my throat; it was almost healed. Sighing, I peeled the dress off my body, took out the money pouch hidden within and tossed it in some cold water, in a half-assed attempt to save it. I doubted Talia cared about some ruined dress.
I opened her wardrobe as I had the previous night, and began to search for something suitable to wear. The battle between unlife and complete death had taken something from me, and tonight I felt no desire to dress sexily. I picked out a plain black dress, something which looked faded with the centuries, but still pretty. And then I shuffled to the balcony, looking down on the evil city below before dropping to the ground.
I sensed Talia, and then her anger at the sorceress, but I paid her no mind as I searched for my own prey. I drained the first lone soul that I found, and then hastily returned to the apartment to rest again. Talia would want to talk, and I had no idea what I would say to her. Was I furious? Not so much. Betrayed? That was one description. She had promised not to hurt me and then nearly killed me. But I knew she had not meant to do it.
So how to describe what I was feeling? It was a feeling of cold detachment. If she felt guilty, that pleased me. She should feel guilty after so beautifully decieving me. But I was not angry. Forgiveness? Not yet. For now I would play her part, and be careful of her.
She returned to the apartment then, telling me she wanted to talk. I opened my eyes to look at her, but said nothing. If she wanted to talk then she could start.
Slowly, I rolled off the bed, nearly falling in the process. The dress which had looked so precious on me last night, was now soaked with blood and clinging to my still pale skin. I felt my throat; it was almost healed. Sighing, I peeled the dress off my body, took out the money pouch hidden within and tossed it in some cold water, in a half-assed attempt to save it. I doubted Talia cared about some ruined dress.
I opened her wardrobe as I had the previous night, and began to search for something suitable to wear. The battle between unlife and complete death had taken something from me, and tonight I felt no desire to dress sexily. I picked out a plain black dress, something which looked faded with the centuries, but still pretty. And then I shuffled to the balcony, looking down on the evil city below before dropping to the ground.
I sensed Talia, and then her anger at the sorceress, but I paid her no mind as I searched for my own prey. I drained the first lone soul that I found, and then hastily returned to the apartment to rest again. Talia would want to talk, and I had no idea what I would say to her. Was I furious? Not so much. Betrayed? That was one description. She had promised not to hurt me and then nearly killed me. But I knew she had not meant to do it.
So how to describe what I was feeling? It was a feeling of cold detachment. If she felt guilty, that pleased me. She should feel guilty after so beautifully decieving me. But I was not angry. Forgiveness? Not yet. For now I would play her part, and be careful of her.
She returned to the apartment then, telling me she wanted to talk. I opened my eyes to look at her, but said nothing. If she wanted to talk then she could start.