Re: Fifth floor, and heading down
It was hard to focus on anything but the blood and Mina reveled in its taste and recoiled at her own reaction all at once. Joss wasn’t forgotten and her heartbeat was still heard, but it was pushed to the back in favor of listening to the steady drum of Sherri’s heart. The story of this Carmilla and Laura was little more than an accompanying rhythm to this blood song and even Dracula’s mockery rolled off her without a second thought.
Joss’ knife drove straight down into her shoulder until the handle met her skin. It didn’t hurt, hardly anything more than a paper cut might have bothered her human counterpart, but it did surprise her enough to live her head up. She whirled around to face Joss, blood spilling down from her mouth and onto the floor, a hand reaching out to grip Joss by the throat and pin her to the wall. The urge to attack and drink came swiftly, an instinctive reflex to deal out pain when dealt with it, but she squashed it as best she could. Her initial thirst had been satiated for the moment, the hard edge of her hunger was gone. With Sherri’s captivating voice cutting through her haze, Mina grew more aware to where she was and what she didn’t want to do. Her grip on Joss relaxed but she didn’t let go. She’d only do something stupid like try to attack Dracula again.
“We can’t kill her,” she said sternly, her voice initially wavering but growing steadier by the second. “Them. We can’t–musn’t kill them. Others will come to hunt you - hunt us - if we do. And if we should survive to see the next moon there will be precautions taken so we don’t meet anyone ever again.” It was a feeble gamble, she had to admit, but appealing to Dracula’s chief desire for self preservation was the only thing she could think of at the moment. She was stronger with Sherri’s blood in her, but he would still overpower her. The threat to Dracula’s freedom was all she had.