Mother

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DOWNTOWN, OUTSKIRTS
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--The Woman
In the dim light, Patty could make out a shape. A slight woman, sitting in a kitchen chair with a high back, one thin leg bent up, foot on the seat in front of her. Hunger surged within her, but her arms and legs were lashed to a similar chair. A quick glance down revealed that a thick rolled rug had been laced through the rungs, making it nearly impossible to tip the chair over.

The girl noticed she was awake. She might once have been a beauty, but it appeared a few years of hard living had stolen her vitality from her. The girl regarded her with large, wet eyes and a pensive look.

She took a needle from a case on a nearby side table and fitted it into a syringe with expertise. Then, she spent some time drawing an inch worth of a brown liquid from a vial. She inserted the needle into a vein on her non dominant wrist, and closed her eyes as she depressed the plunger.

For a moment she was still.

Then, quietly, she said, "Domina, forgive me, for I have sinned. I have coveted you, and now I have stolen you."

--Patty
Her head flailed back and forth like a rag doll, as if possessed by some unholy demon. Her face was a permanent grimace, skin taut and eyes bugging out of her head. The noise of all the trainwreck in her head was deafening, and she couldn't focus on anyone, anything. She scans the room, trying to see if this new voice was a product of her newly-amplified insanity or from something true.

"Պարզապես սպասեք, մինչեւ նրանք ինձ գտնեն, պարզապես սպասեք, մինչեւ որ տեսնեք, թե ինչ եք արել: Ես երբեք չեմ ներում քեզ այս բանը իմ գլուխս դնելու համար: Դա դեւ է: Ցանկանում եք մեռնել: Ես ուզում եմ մեռնել: Մահանալ! Մահանալ! Մահանալ!" Her voice is a hoarse croak, flopping back and forth in her chair as her limbs fail to obey her command.

Snarling, a bestial hiss came from her lips, "Hey Mother Teresa! Yer mother sucks cocks in Hell!" And she slammed her heels into the ground, causing the sound of something cracking, "And you will too when when I'm done with you, ya fuckin' cow! RAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

--The Woman
"Forgive me, Domina." The girl said, but in Patty's head, the words be still soaked into her very core. Patty fell still but found she could speak.

She checked Patty's bonds, securing them. She stepped behind Patty and gently stroked her captive's hair, then offered her wrist to her, the arm snaked around her neck. "Drink, Domina." She said.

--Patty
Patty's hazels flashed with defiance, but her will drained as the creature reached out and touched her beast within, cowing her. She didn't need to breathe, but her nostrils flare violently as the woman approaches. Everything about her made Patty feel off, feel.. powerless. She spat at her captor, "Oooh motherfucker, when my girlfriend gets here, you are so toast.. you are fuckin' toast. She's gettin' us both outta here, and we're gonna make you pay."

When offered, however, she didn't feel so much compelled to drink, but obliging. Her Hunger was already so great that the beast was a bull at the gates, and this satisfied it's need, held it at bay. That, and for some reason her defiance only went so far. It was almost a maternal relationship, abusive but maternal. She fought and raged with her own mother, but she still tried to make her proud.

Sullenly, she slurps at the blood given, and the richness is almost too much to bear. While mortal vitae is tangy, metallic, this is.. other. She felt revolted, disgusted by the act and the sensation of it running down her throat.

Patty's eyes flutter, and her head swims. She looks up to her captor with eyes full of shame, "Hey.. hey, I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean nothin' by it. I.. I'm just feelin' off, y'know. I'm sorry I said that to ya." Her cold face pressed against her arm, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.

The bond takes hold.

--The Woman
"Oh, thank you, divine mother, for your blessing." The woman whispered, then gently moved Patty's hair aside. She sunk her teeth into Patty's flesh, sending waves of warmth through Patty's body, almost making the pain of her Embrace fade away.

After a few moments, her sire pulled away. "I will never leave you, Domina. Never. Never."

Patty could feel a kiss upon the crown of her head, and then the girl was gone.

It was at that moment that whatever the girl had taken kicked in, sending a haze over Patty's thoughts and warping the scene around her.

--Patty
The world spins, and Patty knows that feeling. She may not be used to the world of the undead, but she knows stoned when she feels it. Hazel eyes dilate until near complete black. Light is amplified, and seems to trail when her head moves. Periods of hours pass like seconds, and her head lulls back, mouth agape on this trip. Words don’t come, they just reveal themselves as amused groans.