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I've been able to make her drink half the mug of blood. After that she started to wake up and I didn't want the first thing she sees being me forcing her to drink. Once her eyes open, she takes in our positions and jumps back. She had been lying on top of me, my arms around her. She looks at me hard, trying to figure something out. Finally, she speaks. "My stomach isn't hurting as much. Why isn't my stomach hurting as much?" Her head is cocked to the side, listening to her own body. This time I speak, answering her question with another. "Does it still hurt a little?" She nods and I know that this is the best time to make her drink. She is not hysterical but still under the influence of the hunger. "Blood will make the pain go away Buffy." She shakes her head, stepping back. "I know it isn't the most reassuring thing to think about but it's the only way." "Does this mean they turned me into a vampire?" I shake my head and move towards her. "No. But they did turn you into something else. The only way I can think of stopping the hunger is blood. This doesn't mean you're a monster Buffy." She is still unsure and it breaks my unbeating heart to see so much confusion and sadness on her face. She speaks again, more quietly this time. "I don't want to." "I know, baby, I know." Yet I still take the mug that was on the table and I lift it to her lips. She hesitates, then, opens her mouth the slightest bit. I let her take little sips as she adjusts to the taste. The mug is soon empty and she seems disappointed. "I'm going to go get you some more." She nods but keeps her eyes glued to the floor, ashamed I suppose."
I drank blood. I drank blood. I DRANK BLOOD. The thought is enough to make me heave and I'm afraid that I'm going to throw up. That makes me feel even sicker because that would mean that I drank the blood for no reason. I can't help but admit that the blood had tasted good. What is wrong with me? Once I had started drinking I hadn't been able to stop and I was so relieved when Angel said that he would get me some more. I am a monster. His bed looks so inviting. I wonder if I could just lay there for a second. Not sleep, because he isn't next to me and if he isn't next to me then I can't let myself sleep. Just lie there. I took too long to decide and now Angel is back. I don't dare ask him. What if he were to become angry, maybe he'll want me to sleep. No I'm fine right where I am. He hands me a mug filled with more blood and I take it. I'm about to drink when I notice him staring at me. He mumbles an apology and then turns. I'm done with the blood in three gulps. I'm a monster. "I'm done." It's a whisper and I flinch, expecting him to tell me to speak louder. He doesn't and I remind myself I'm not in Hell. He won't yell. He's coming closer to me and he soon takes my hand. We sit on the bed together and I know that a talk is coming. Sure enough. "Tell me what happened?" I shake my head and pull away my hand. "Please. Let me help." Nonononononono. Maybe. No. Nonononono. I can't. But he's Angel. No. Maybe. NONONNONOONONOONO.
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I've been able to make her drink half the mug of blood. After that she started to wake up and I didn't want the first thing she sees being me forcing her to drink. Once her eyes open, she takes in our positions and jumps back. She had been lying on top of me, my arms around her. She looks at me hard, trying to figure something out. Finally, she speaks. "My stomach isn't hurting as much. Why isn't my stomach hurting as much?" Her head is cocked to the side, listening to her own body. This time I speak, answering her question with another. "Does it still hurt a little?" She nods and I know that this is the best time to make her drink. She is not hysterical but still under the influence of the hunger. "Blood will make the pain go away Buffy." She shakes her head, stepping back. "I know it isn't the most reassuring thing to think about but it's the only way." "Does this mean they turned me into a vampire?" I shake my head and move towards her. "No. But they did turn you into something else. The only way I can think of stopping the hunger is blood. This doesn't mean you're a monster Buffy." She is still unsure and it breaks my unbeating heart to see so much confusion and sadness on her face. She speaks again, more quietly this time. "I don't want to." "I know, baby, I know." Yet I still take the mug that was on the table and I lift it to her lips. She hesitates, then, opens her mouth the slightest bit. I let her take little sips as she adjusts to the taste. The mug is soon empty and she seems disappointed. "I'm going to go get you some more." She nods but keeps her eyes glued to the floor, ashamed I suppose."
I drank blood. I drank blood. I DRANK BLOOD. The thought is enough to make me heave and I'm afraid that I'm going to throw up. That makes me feel even sicker because that would mean that I drank the blood for no reason. I can't help but admit that the blood had tasted good. What is wrong with me? Once I had started drinking I hadn't been able to stop and I was so relieved when Angel said that he would get me some more. I am a monster. His bed looks so inviting. I wonder if I could just lay there for a second. Not sleep, because he isn't next to me and if he isn't next to me then I can't let myself sleep. Just lie there. I took too long to decide and now Angel is back. I don't dare ask him. What if he were to become angry, maybe he'll want me to sleep. No I'm fine right where I am. He hands me a mug filled with more blood and I take it. I'm about to drink when I notice him staring at me. He mumbles an apology and then turns. I'm done with the blood in three gulps. I'm a monster. "I'm done." It's a whisper and I flinch, expecting him to tell me to speak louder. He doesn't and I remind myself I'm not in Hell. He won't yell. He's coming closer to me and he soon takes my hand. We sit on the bed together and I know that a talk is coming. Sure enough. "Tell me what happened?" I shake my head and pull away my hand. "Please. Let me help." Nonononononono. Maybe. No. Nonononono. I can't. But he's Angel. No. Maybe. NONONNONOONONOONO.
Will she tell him what happened? Who knows. Feedback people.H
