#merry chrimmus ya filthy animals.

[marypsue]

Star curls her hands into fists. A sharp jolt of pain makes her uncurl the left again, though, fingers digging into the makeshift bandage covering the ragged wound across her palm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “No, you don’t, do you.” David unfolds himself from the wheelchair, rising to his feet in one graceful motion. He stalks across the uneven floor toward Star like an advancing panther, all danger and menace and feline grace. Star stands her ground, raises her chin, tosses her hair back. Tries not to let the gnawing fear – or the other thing gnawing at her insides – show on her face. “What happened tonight, Star?” ... or; the one where two half-vampires in a sunken hotel try to sate their bloodlust with each other's bodies.

Happy it's-after-dark, everyone, I wrote a roleswap AU PWP.