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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4587354" data-attributes="member: 79171">You suck, lol'Oh f... u... c... k...'Clover felt her nose wrinkle in anger as Officer Belhurst began to move down the line. She was angry at herself that she hadn't followed Koln and Ruby into the sewer, but not sorry that she had done so. Either way, she felt like her stubbornness was about to get her into trouble. She thought quickly. She wasn't too sure of her new ability yet since this was the first time that she had ever used it. She had used it on Sue, yes. But she had already heard that Sue was up and moving again, and now searching the women's bathroom. 'Damn Koln. Damn Ruby. Leaving me here like this.'The officer got closer, and she still had no thoughts to show for it. She allowed herself a slow breath to at least be able to feign control of the situation. 'Meh... ok. Option A. Attempt to make him sleep. No. Sue must have told them what I looked like by now. This guy would only say the same thing. Option B. Just run. I'm pretty quick, but I'm not sure that I could get past so many men. Option C? Get caught. What's the worst they would do to me? Hm... maybe put me in a jail cell? Where I might be subjected to sunlight once the sun came up?'Vampire.Clover's eyes went wide. She knew that sometimes, in times of extreme fear, a person might go into shock. Maybe even pass out. She wondered--just for a moment--if she might be able to pull off something so horrifying that he would just zonk out? 'If so, I promise myself that I'll go into the sewer. This is getting too dangerous.'But she had to hurry. He was only a couple stalls away! Luckily, other stalls were locked so it was taking him a time to unlock them. Time to get scary.She felt her now pointed canines in her tongue and licked her lips. Imagine:Blood.Violence.Assaulting Suzie. All the violent things I could have done to her. She would scream. I would have torn into her throat, like a wolf into a sheep. Let the blood flow! Ah, there it is. Crimson warm. Spewing endlessly from her neck. Her eyes roll back into her head from the loss of blood. It washes over my tongue. So good. So sweet. Just like a little girl. Probably sweetened from candy. Sugars. She tries to pull away. I embrace her closer. My teeth delve again. She cries out, but does not struggle. My fingers dig into her arms. Bruising. I've bruised my fruit! I don't care. It's still as sweet and delicious as it is perfect...Clover's altered memory of attacking Suzie was a bit unnerving, but effective nonetheless. She even bit her own lip to simulate for her mind's eye what blood would taste like at that moment. She felt a drip fall down her chin towards her throat. She focused on how hungry she was at that moment. Suddenly, her vision flashed red! She was fairly certain that she did not want the blood of this mortal coming towards her. She did not like his scent. It was like trying to get someone to salivate over turnips. But the thought of Suzie--helpless and struggling, bleeding in her arms--did it. She allowed her mind to wander to other violent images. She was sure her eyes were frightening now. Out-of-focus. Maybe even red? All she saw was red. Blood dripped from her fangs.The lock on the stall began to wrench itself open. She prepared to pounce!Don't kill him.Don't hurt him.Frighten him so badly that he loses all sense of self...</blockquote>

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