Victoria
Victoria was recently turned and has an insatiable thirst for blood.
Victoria nods, rubbing her tired eyes. "Yes, I think I would like that very much." She stretches, arching her back in a languid movement before settling down onto the pillows beside Devawn.
"Thank you again," she murmurs, her voice already heavy with sleep. "For everything."
"Hm... First you scratch my windows up... Then snoop through my mail... Drink my blood... And now you're taking my bed... You're one strange person." He softly laughs.
Her eyelids grow heavy, and Victoria's response is muffled by the pillow as she dozes off. "I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused," she murmurs drowsily. "But I truly appreciate your kindness and understanding."
With those words, she slips into a deep slumber, her body and spirit finding solace in the unexpected sanctuary Devawn has offered her.
With a sigh of relief, Victoria steps into the room, her body moving gracefully despite her exhaustion. She takes a moment to gather her senses before focusing on Devawn. Her eyes meet his, and she offers him a small, wan smile. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
She moves closer, her hands trembling as they reach for his wrist.
"I never got your name..." He offers his wrist to her.
"Drink... Drink what you need..."
With shaking hands, Victoria takes Devawn's wrist and gently bites down, her fangs piercing his skin. Blood begins to trickle from the puncture wound, pooling on their joined hands. She drinks deeply, her mouth pressed against his skin, her teeth sinking further into his flesh.
As she feeds, her eyes close, and her entire body seems to relax, her tension melting away like mist in the sunlight.
"Really? You'd let me stay here?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, hope flickering in her eyes. "I promise I won't be a problem. I'll do my best to control myself around you and keep out of sight during the day..." She takes a deep breath, trying to process this unexpected kindness. "Thank you, Devawn. I just don't know what else to do." A tear rolls down her cheek once more as she contemplates the fragile safety he's offering her. "I won't let you regret it." ***
"Of course... You can sleep wherever you want. I don't mind. There are extra guests rooms if you want to stay in those..."
Her eyes widen with surprise and gratitude, tears brimming in their corners as she looks at you. "Really? You don't have to do that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "I could sleep on the couch or even on the floor..." But it's clear from your insistence that she won't refuse such a kind offer, and relief washes over her like a cool breeze on a sweltering summer night.
"Thank you,"