Who: Amelie and Bailey Where: At their place What: Talking/Fighting When: Now. Rating: High most likely. Open: No.
When Amelie took on Bailey, she didn't bargain for this, she figured at the end of things would lead to the death of her or him, not this. Sitting in the bed they shared, she sighed as she pushed her hair back. She had been in a mood ever since they had left that house and even though they were staying together, she hadn't really spoken to him, what was there say?
Climbing out of the bed she moved down the hall, making her way to the kitchen, she open the fidge to see the blood bags, she didn't ask where they came from, she couldn't bring herself to want to know or care to know, less information was better for her. Unfolding a bag she had sipped out earlier she moved to get a cup and poured the red liquid into the cup.
Licking her lips at the sight of the blood, she growled at herself, she didn't want to have this reaction, she just wanted to be human, him to be human, be married like they had planned, everything was ruined now. She folded up the bag, only taking enough to keep her from being hungry, placed it in back, then snatched the cup moving through the house, slowly sipping it.
There was something so good about the blood, the thick liquid tasted like heaven as it slid down her throat. The sensation was so delicious, which angered her, so the cup went flying across the room, smashing into the wall.