#pardon my cheesiness but your honor in my defense it is kind of cool

[mickstjohn]

@bethturnercrimereporterrp

Beth’s wasn’t negotiating with Mick. She was telling him that he need to drink her blood. She knew what silver did to vampire and offering her blood to Mick wasn’t up for discussion. Beth was going to give it to him one way or another.

Kneeling down in front of him,Beth tried again to get him to look at him. When it came to Mick being in trouble or needing help,Beth would move heaven and earth for him.  She didn’t notice that he was acting like an animal. She just wanted to help him. “I’m not offering my blood,”she told him sternly. “I’m telling you to take it. I know you won’t hurt me,”she added.

Looking around the ground on the ground,she found a price of jagged rock near the stump of one of the trees. Grabbing it,Beth gritted her teeth and ran it across her arm. She felt the familiar sting of a cut envelope her arm right away. Turning her attention back to Mick,she held her arm up at him. “Take it!” she demanded.

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@mickstjohn

He tried to look away, but Beth was a force to be reckoned with. She had the assured air of a lion tamer, and even his scrambled mind could recognize the danger in taming lions

And here you can see, dear patrons, I put my head inside the beast's mouth. I trust him completely. I know he won't hurt me. But the audience knows as well as the lion tamer that it would take only a moment for the lion's instinct to take over, and suddenly, no more lion tamer.

Only--if Beth was the tamer at the circus, then she was doing this trick with a raw steak strapped to her head. The jagged rock cut a rough and dirty line down her arm, and the blood spilled out and trickled down Beth's pale skin. Then, Mick found his instinct taking over.

Inside his chest, he felt the rumble of a growl no human could ever make--a sound not unlike the tenuously tamed circus lion he pictured in his mind. He grabbed Beth's wrist, his grip inhumanly tight, and bearing his cracked lips around gleaming fangs, he moved toward her and pulled her in at the same time, so that her arm and his mouth met somewhere in the middle of this fraught, electrified space.

Mick's instincts didn't want to waste the blood dripping down Beth's arm. His tongue extended to make a cool sweep upward, toward the cut, and then his fangs sunk in above it, not to open up more veins as much as to get a tight and desperate hold on her arm.

And he drank. He drank as if her blood were air and he had been suffocating. The hand not gripping her wrist moved its way around her waist and pulled her in close to him, and the firy warmth of her drove him mad and brought life to his undead body.