Re: Baccano!, Rail Tracer/anybody on the train, blood
When he's gone, mere moments later, she just stands there, staring at the window before she slowly moves to her travel chest. She pulls a handkerchief from the bottom and wipes off her neck and her mouth with some water from the basin. She washes her mouth out with some more water, cupped in her hand, and swallows, tasting blood and maybe a little of the Rail Chaser as the coolness of the water soothes her too hot insides. She fixes her makeup, hides the soiled linens in the bottom of her chest and sits on the bed, fingers twisting part of the bedsheet into little knots.
She feels guilty, as though she's cheated on Ladd. She doesn't feel bad about licking the blood off him, because maybe that was just her way of surviving. She doesn't feel bad about the kiss because he kissed her. And she doesn't even feel bad about the way it all made her feel, fluttery and warm and a little weak in the knees, because sometimes girls feel that way, about other men, right? Other girls... that was normal enough, wasn't it? But she'd betrayed Ladd all the same, and didn't even know how to apologize, to make up it up to him. It had only been a moment but... for that moment...
For that moment, she'd wished *he'd* killed her instead.