Petra could hear that pulse of the shop keeper sweetly fading somewhere in the back of her mind, buried under thirst and concentration on those illusions. Mouthful after mouthful of that sweet human nectar cherished and devoured as though she would never have another meal ever again. There was a distinctly animalistic part of her that wanted Sebastian to join her in this frenzy, to bury his fangs into the shopkeeper and surely take what was offered so simply to them. How could it be wrong? They were higher on the food chain and yet.. there was a vastly distant part of her that seemed to care and show a level concern of that very heart beat. She inhaled, her chest swelling with air and the delightful aroma of blood. How careful she was not to waste even a droplet. Just how hungry that ashen haired vampire had become. How she had gone so long without it she hardly knew. The stronger she grew, the more she put forth into those visions, playing more lifelike than ever before in lurid detail. You could hear the birds chirping, smell the scent of freshly baked bread or the spring time air with the hints of blooming roses. That smell she remembered growing up, perhaps not entirely isolated to France alone but more of a personal touch to those brilliant visions she put on display.

It was somewhere between those first greedy guzzling mouthfuls that turned into a savoring when she peered upwards at the other vampire whom seemed completely content trailing lazy kisses along her victim's neckline. Questions seemed to rise to the surface but she doesn't dare to ask them, even when the Sebastian had so clearly saw that curiosity that dwelled within those unusual teal eyes. Their eyes locking for but a moment. For a breath of a second, she nearly drops that illusion entirely, she allowed her eyes to snap shut, burying those questions for now, not willing to give up on her meal. Until that assault of lust ensnares her, so viciously it makes her gasp. No! She wanted to be lost in that blood, to drink until there was nothing left to offer from those weak little veins. Those illusions faltered when she eventually succumbs to that overwhelming desire, but she quickly clung on to them, securing them once more. Those cobblestone streets are glistening from a recent rain, that air humid around them but all together warm and pleasant for human flesh. To their own dead, cool flesh it hardly mattered. They are within the barren streets, pleasant shops all around them with inviting gaslights on. It was almost tempting to get lost her own illusions, to delve deeper into those shops to see what she could find. That lonely vampire often times getting lost within her own memories and bettering them. But that potent lust made it impossible to focus on anything else, having no choice but to release her prey.

Even though she could hardly help the reaction of her body, it still felt foreign. His touch only sets fire to her skin, that want soon overpower any desire to feast. Or perhaps the two wants coupling into a confused and muddled state. One she could hardly fight, even with this renewed vigor. She gave into that lust and into that breath stolen kiss. Those tongues gently brushed against each other in a curious introduction, still, fleeting as his own tongue intimately caressed those fangs. How swept up in that passion she had threatened to be devoured by it completely, how unaware she was of the fact that he was stealing the remaining warm blood from her own mouth. It wasn't a very long kiss, one that was more of a useful ploy for distraction from her meal she was so wholly fixated on.

Those words of congratulations and a beaming face seemed to prompt nothing but confusion. She blinks at him, those stunning teal eyes trying to understand the source of his emotions as desire and hunger wage a battle within her. More.. she needed more of everything. Her skin was burning and alive with it. An excitement and wide smile spread across her lips. She had done it.. she had broken this curse placed upon her. She could hardly focus on her words, riding a high that even he couldn't hinder. Not from her, he ordered, that flash of his fangs was a display of dominance that dictated that the shopkeeper was his. She averts her eyes, submitting to him. "You can have her... there is no need to huff." There is laughter laced within her words, that smile may have faded but the hints of it still remained. She felt so good. She could have felt better, she knew it in her marrow.

With a burst of startling speed the ashen haired vampire abandoned that shop in search for more, her body all but craved it. The fresh air filled her seemingly renewed lungs and it was like she had been truly dead, all this time, until now. Those scents and sounds all seemed to hit her all at once. How right it felt. She didn't need that shop keeper, she could have anyone she wanted. Sebastian could have what was left of her. Petra was cured, or so she thought. Although there was a part of her that didn't want to leave him, she had felt... safe with the vampire, indebted to him even. But those raging desires were stronger, after all, he had been the one to ignite them. She didn't stop moving, following her nose that suddenly worked so much better now to lead the way. She heard a pulse, pounding and alluring. That, she must have that. She swore she heard her name, that familiar accent slicing through the distance between them, finding her through the streets despite the bustle that occurred around her. She slowed immediately when that light ensnared her attention, still off the beat path, that pulsing sound coming from it. That pulsing thud, akin to a heartbeat, had lead her to a neon glow, it seemed to speak to her. That brilliant light reflecting off brick of the alleyways and her glossed over teal eyes, entirely hypnotized by its call. It was beautiful. She followed that magical glob further into that alley and mesmerized in complete awe.

She distantly heard the fall of Sebastian's approach. Petra! Her name upon his lips, he sounded so worried. Yet she couldn't pry her eyes away. No, it was simply too beautiful. Maybe she should taste it... it was like the blood of the gods simply waiting for her to take a bite. But Sebastian ensnared her wrist as her other hand reaches tentatively to touch that pulsing... spherical heart-like entity. The other vampire was all but frantic trying to stop Petra from closing the last distance. It was an admirable effort. "I have to.. it wants me to." There was an eerie quality to her nightingale lyrics, an awe she could not deny. The moment she touched it, it seemed to react to her. It felt warm! How strange. It seemed to contract before swelling, bursting violently sending slobbery goo everywhere. It blasted both vampires in their faces, she was lucky enough to squeeze her eyes shut at the very last second. That awful neon goo spattered in their hair, clothing, everything it could. She was stunned, suspended at the horror and disgust as that allure suddenly vanished with that neon heart.

Nasty, vile stuff it was.

It didn't take long for that misery to overtake her, she turns slowly, her body awkward and tense. That warmth was quick to vanish as that chill claims her. Her eyes fall upon a less that pleased Sebastian who was currently too busy scooping that slop from his face. Petra too did the same. Her lips curling downward in a displeased frown. What had she done?

Regret instantly floods the illusionist's face. His words are flat as his deadpan face. He was displeased with her. "I..... Don't really know." She paused as a strange sensation begins to prickle upon her skin and her head began to hurt... She felt hot... soo hot. "Sebastian.. I feel... hot." A near pout formed on her face, like a puppy dog that had rolled in swamp muck. "I think.... My skin.. hurts."

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