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Pulling out of a stupor, she struggled to fight the hold that sleep held on her. As comforting as unconsciousness offered her then, she fought it with a strength she'd avoided before. Opening her eyes groggily, the bright sunlight that streamed through the, now, opened windows caused her to draw back. A heavy hiss seeped through her open lips and the tips of her teeth grazed the top of her bottom lip. Drawing away from the window, and keeping out of the light, she stumbled and cursed her way to her bathroom.
Shaking her hair out, she stripped her blood soaked clothing off her. Tossing her ruined silver blouse to the floor, she stared at herself in the mirror. She was well formed, not too big, but not too small. Moving her hair from her shoulder, she forced her eyes away from the bite mark, the tell-tale sign she'd given herself to someone she wasn't even sure cared for her in any other way than that of a short-lived obsession.
"His actions yesterday were atrocious; I don't doubt he's forgotten me already. He's probably off the island, partying over his conquest. Damn me, damn me, damn me." She continued her rant, the curses becoming more colorful as she opened her shower door and stepped in. Turning on the water to where a calming hiss of hot water rushed out at her, she let her thoughts drift to the last few days. She had given her blood to a man she'd barely know for a day. He'd taken it with no qualms.
'He gave you his blood in return though.'
"Shut up." She admonished the voice in her head, her conscience, if she had one, and started running a handful of conditioner through her hair. Slicking the locks back, she sighed, her breath leaving nothing in the air, nothing like the cold. Shaking her head, she cleared any stray thoughts, and focused her mind on seeking out her brother. She had to talk to him.
See, it was easy to stop thinking about Seto Kaiba. Yes, very easy to forget those passionate blue eyes, that warm embrace, those needy lips, that hungry force that she felt as he kissed her. . . she fell to her knees, tears pouring from her eyes again. She couldn't go on like this. She needed to find someone to take this out on. Maybe some rogue duelist. She nodded to herself, letting the monster in her take control. She faded back into her mind, she watched as her hands found the door to the shower.
It was like a dream, she controlled her mind, but her body was in control of something purely primal, something that called for blood; something that wasn't afraid to do what it wanted without guilt. She watched, detached and distant.