#{ ;; alaire abano ~ verse: stranger things!werevamp au }

[bestiadentro]

"It won't kill me," Alaire explains, reassuring her "It can't hurt me enough, but it'll damn sure snap me out of a stupor, that's for sure." He just hopes that she won't end up having to use it, is all. Not because he's afraid of being stabbed by her, but more so because he doesn't want to make her feel like she has to in order to protect herself from him.

As she exposes her neck to him, he can't help but to pause. Part of him doesn't want to go through with it, but another part of him knows that if he doesn't feed soon he'll either die or go on some sort of frenzy. He couldn't deny his lust for blood has grown exponentially. His control, he feels, is better than it should be. Likely that the experiments he endured growing up what were making him able to resist well enough. But, he takes in a breath, then exhales as he readies himself for what appeared to be the inevitable.

"Okay.." The word leaves him quietly as he, as carefully as he can, adjusts her so she can be more comfortable, if possible. Though anxious, he seems to be able to manage to get himself to sink his fangs into her neck. He's unaware of the toxin coating his fangs that would bring the bite to hurt less, meant to relax prey; To prevent them from struggling too much.

There's a strange sort of guilt he feels as crimson liquid flows from those small puncture wounds and into his mouth. Guilt over the fact that it tastes good. Never in his life did he think he would ever find himself literally sucking the blood from his girlfriend's neck, but here he is, doing just that. Luckily, he manages to break himself away from her before he feels he's taken too much, thoughtlessly running his tongue over the side of her neck as though trying to soothe the small bites he'd left in her neck. Afterwards he's pulling away, embarrassed at the fact he'd even done that.

"S-Sorry er.. are you.. okay?"

Alaire pauses, falling silent for a few moments as he struggles to think of the best solution to the possibility of him hurting her - how to not have that happen, of course. He can only think of one. Out of his pocket he pulls out a pocket knife and before she can see what it is, he's reaching out to pass it over to her. "If I go too far and it doesn't seem like I'm going to stop, use this. To.. protect yourself, I mean."