InsaneJournal

who Sarah and Eli
what They need to have a talk.
when Backdated to... Some other day. 6 P.M.
where Eli's place.

Sarah was frightened. That wasn’t anything new, of course, and she’d gotten used to being afraid over time. But this was something else, a fear of something different.

At this point, it wasn’t even (wholly) fear of Eli. It was fear of – herself, maybe. Her own inability to keep things together. Her inability to make a relationship work. And her obvious inability to get past the fact that Eli was a vampire and had sucked her blood. It wasn’t the sort of thing you forgot easily, the kind of thing you let go of. She’d covered the bite mark for however long she’d had to let it heal, but she always looked at it before she tied the scarf. The bite itself, and then the bruise around it. Like a hickey gone bad. (She had to make herself stop following that line of thought, because it usually led to panicked, semi-hysterical laughter.)

She didn’t know what the repercussions would be if they… Continued whatever this was. She had made an effort not to think about it, but as she started up the walk to Eli’s front door, they started to fill her head. She’d made an effort to discard the notion that it had all been a game to him, that she was just raw meat to him; he'd been considerate, and kind, and she owed him better than that. But what would it be like in the long run? Would there even be a long run? It didn't seem feasible. Standing on his front step, she paused and shut her eyes briefly, concentrating on not thinking of anything at all. This was something they had to talk about together, work out.

She bit her lower lip, and rang the doorbell. Maybe it would get easier if they talked it out, laid it all out and figured out where to go from there. Or maybe it wouldn't get easier at all.