Liz Griffith (veileddarkness) wrote in lab_rinth, @ 2015-04-07 12:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !week eight, jeremiah "drifter" larue, letha silivasi |
...I'm dying?
Who: Letha & Jeremiah
When: Week Eight; Tuesday Jan 20th – Evening (Actual thread starts ten mins after sending text)
Where: Pierdut House
Summary: Rinth decided to give Letha the munchies for real food and an illness
Warning: TBD
It was a typical evening. The sun set, Letha watched as she wrote in her journal. Lately, her journal was filled with mention of her Jeremiah. Everything was different. Her "Drifter" had come home to her and her world started to make sense again. She wasn't feeling so lost anymore, so lonely. She siled, she laughed; something that she hadn't done in a long time.
She didn't know where Jeremiah was at the moment, she didn't feel as if she needed to keep tabs on him. She didn't feel as if she needed to kep tabs on anyone in the clan. He'd come home when he was ready, for that she was sure.
Finishing the entry in her journal, she closed it and rose quietly to her feet before heading down stairs to the kitchen Heating up a bag of blood, she filled a wine glass and took a sip.
It tasted horrible.
Three blood bags later and none of it tasted as it should. She sifted through everything in the refrigerator, looking at blood bags and wondering why they seemed to be tasting bad. Before she knew what she was doing, she was grabbing food from within, ripping open packages, taking huge bites and almost not chewing correctly before swallowing.
She was starving. Not for blood, however, but for regular human food.
When she came to, sitting on the floor, refrigerator door open, food scattered about her as she continued to grab and taste, she froze. What was she doing? Letha never ate food; hardly ever. But, here she was, shoving it in her mouth as someone who hadn't ate in centuries.
Of course, technically, she hadn't ate in centuries.
Blood, that's what she was suppose to take to live, and yet the mere thought made her feel ill.
Ill. Her stomach rolled, ached and it was only because of her vampire speed that she made it to the sink where she released all of her stomach contents.
Then the shakes started.
Was she running a fever?
Not bothering with the mess she had made, she reached for her phone and sent a text to Jeremiah. Afterwards, she slid to the floor and curled into the fetal position - She was surely dying!