Those illusions, however weakened at first from the lack of sustenance that flowed through her parched veins, the vampire had been robbed of for far too long. Even still the hunger nearly explodes from her, her illusions are still like a painting, as though they suddenly stepped into a window, only to be swept away in another world. That beautiful iconic scene of Paris sprawled out as far as the eye could see, as though there were simply no end to that very vision. It did take a moment for that room to settle, it rippled like a mirage until it stilled in its shape, so long as the vampire woman willed it so. They were no longer within that quaint looking bookstore, removed from it entirely even though Paris seemed far too quiet to be real. In reality the city would have been bustling with sounds and people. But perhaps it now made it all the more private.. It was the best she could create given those circumstances, given the frailty of her own body and mind seems to work against her as she does.

How those remarkable teal eyes watch, as if mesmerized by the very fluid grace of the other vampire in command. Sebastian so easily made that timid bookkeeper entranced upon him, quick to have her focused on him rather than the inadequacies of her illusions. His very actions were executed with a dancer's fluid grace and the human woman seems entirely consumed by it all whilst he cradles her like she is fragile, cherished thing. How easy he coaxes that woman, giving her that illusion of choice. As though it was somehow important that she agreed. How used to simply taking what she desired! Did the young mortal truly have a choice beneath the sway of Sebastian's alluring affinity? How she too had once been under that very spell. How that very thought seems to course some unreadable emotion within her. Yet she keeps on clinging to those illusions, feeling the pull of Sebastian's soothing affinity.

Even as her insides felt almost painful, as though a desert dwelled within her very body, it was a wonder how those organs didn't crack and peel away. With only the slightest of touches she felt she could be simply gone, lost into the very place her illusions stitched together. Yet, even despite her wavering she cannot help but watch him move with a strange entranced stare. How easily he hunted, how easy that woman, or any woman could have fallen prey to him. How torturous it was to simply watch as that hunger assaults her so. Her tongue absentmindedly drags across her pale lips in clear anticipation as that wrist was offered to her, that pulse jumping within those thick, plentiful veins. How she swore she could remember what this felt like, what this blood tasted like. Yet how distant a memory it was. She could not help that nervousness that encases her then.

Sebastian remained ever patient, his presence was almost encouraging in his tranquility, how it soothes those unsettled emotions that ravage her then. Her mind was afforded a moment to consider, to wonder, to even get lost within her very illusions as though they breathed a life of their own. Just how hungry she must have been to be swept away like that. She felt starved from everything and it took everything within her power not to have her affinity give into that surge of hunger that nearly rattles deep within her bones.

Petra took that slender offered wrist then. How eager that human was within Sebastian's arms, lost in a sea of sensation and swept away within a distant, soothing dream world. Petra rose her unusal eyes to watch those sweet, fragile kisses along her neck, how quickly it made the womans heartbeat flood her veins with eager blood. Petra could not take it any longer, she inhales before her fangs plunged within that waiting skin, how easy it was to rip through that thin barrier. How unaware she was of that hiss of pain from the shopkeeper's lips, how little she cared when she was overridden by impossible need.

When she feeds, the fangs buried deeply within the fleshiest part of that wrist to allow the blood to flow with an eagerness into her waiting mouth. That very taste nearly assaults her everything, like an electric current sizzled through her veins and body all at once, jolting her to life as she stole the shopkeepers own. At first her actions are almost timid, like a fledgling vampire feeding for the first time, but it didn't take long before that muscle memory took over with a resolute hold. For those moments, she was entirely unaware of Sebastian's presence even though his sway upon her still lingers. With every greedy draw of that blood into waiting belly, the regaining of strength seems to be almost instantaneous. That bite and grip seem to tighten around that warm human, how she relished in that life, as though she could steal it all. How she wanted nothing more, and yet.... There was something keeping her from ravaging entirely until she grew slack within Sebastian's cradling arms.

Those visions became stronger, cementing a resolute hold in this world. The sounds louder, you could ever feel the moisture in the air, the sound of a dog barking in the distance. She was present and yet lost all at once, allowing those scenes to play before them. Petra hardly opened her eyes long enough to see them. That animalistic side at her claws with a ferocity within her, wanting to bite the woman somewhere else and again and again. Somewhere that she knew a major artery lingered, closer toward that lovely precious beating heart. With every pump it seems to flood more blood to her lips and yet she knows she could have so much more. She allowed an eye to flutter open, to witness the other vampire still carefully laying out those distracting kisses upon the shopkeeper like a map. Why didn't he join her in this feast? Why didn't he too make a meal of this woman? It was rare that she ever shared a meal and yet that bond with Sebastian then has her wondering.

How Petra could feel that blood slowly trickle through her veins and that stolen life seems to renew her entirely. That pallor was more alive than the greyish tones they took on, that hair more vibrant and luscious. While the mortal got weaker, Petra got stronger. Truly becoming that honed predator once more. That delicate flutter within the woman's pulse made her only want.. more. She could taste it within her blood like an aphrodisiac. How she wanted more. How her teeth seemed to bear down upon her then, a soft sound of pleasure escaping her as she clung to that now limp arm. Her arm. The illusionist missed this sensation of feeding, this blood was magnificent. Its taste so pure and recovers her with every drop she steals. She drew in a breath so she could scent that air filled with blood and lust, it fuels her.

It was then that she is suddenly pummeled with a wave of power that strikes her with a blatant eagerness. How she tried to fight against that heat that floods her, that hunger transforming into something else entirely. Hunger of a different kind, one that has her jaw loosen that determined grip upon that slender wrist. Even her breathing seems to shift too, as that desire for blood, no matter how strong it was, turns into desire. Her body feels almost wanting as it seems to crave for touch instead of blood, no it ached for it. Her eyelids shot open, her teal eyes seemed to be overtaken by a veil of want.

Sebastian is no longer standing behind the other woman that Petra seemed to cling to, even still, reluctant to let go of. His sultry pale stare wholly fixated upon her, his presence distracting her. His finger hooks beneath her chin and she is all but hopeless to fight against the way he tries to remove her from that luxurious taste of pure blood. It was hard to protest as that desire roars within her. Some distant part of her wanting to ignore him, to drag the woman to her own and keep feeding. Her grip on the woman simply falls away as that trained incubus has her trapped like a puppet and she is helpless to it. A gasp escaped her bloodied lips when suddenly his own lips met her own. Suddenly that little mortal meant so little as that lust grips her so resolutely she became a creature driven only by lust. How it felt like instinct to melt into his kiss, to feel the way he tastes that blood from her. How easy it was to mistake Sebastian's want for blood, for want of her like so many others have fallen victim to. That sensation of his velvet tongue brushing against her fangs, a soft sound of need, much like a kittens mew escapes her. It was easy to press into, her body growing nearly liquescent from that overwhelming sensation that grips her.

In an instant that kiss was broken, and yet she nearly presses back into him for more. How she felt robbed.. her body now craving not only craving carnal desires but blood. She hardly had her fill of either it would seemed when one emotion grew stronger. He seemed so happy and how she wanted to give that to him. His words are congratulatory and for a moment she hardly knew what he was talking about. What did he mean she did it? It seemed to take her a moment to regain a semblance of composure. Yet with that renewed strength she stood elegant and whole once more, a smile tugging upon her lips, feeling that power regained within her form that had been weak for too long. She nearly laughed as if drunk on so many conflicting emotions.

"I want more." She seems to nearly whine her protest. More of what? More of everything, all at once. She is like a glutton, her body nothing but a ball of need. Her eyes broke away from the other vampire then, even though it felt wrong to do so. She peers at the shop keeper who seemed to be wandering through the store with a dopey smile on her face, her venom seemingly sweeping the woman away into a distant reverie. She still seemed so warm, full of blood. But something felt wrong to do so. "I need more." she nearly whines before bursting through the doors of that shop with vampiric speed, searching for her next meal.. She was wild with it.

That was when something... glowing caught her eye. She paused... hesitating to look at the luminescent neon substance, hypnotized by it all at once. She nearly stumbles toward it like a moth being drawn to the flame. "What is that?" She whispers into the darkness, meandering with her slender hand reaching toward that very glob. It scent was spectacular and it seemed to speak to every part of her. What if she touched it? What if... she took another step forward close enough to it that the glowing noxious green hue reflects off her face, glinting within her eyes. "What are you?" it seemed alive.. as though it had its own heartbeat. Petra could hear it and it only seemed to make it all the more appealing.

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