Today Was, To Put It Lightly, Just Not Her Day. With Her Car In The Shop, She Had To Call A Cab To Get

today was, to put it lightly, just not her day. with her car in the shop, she had to call a cab to get to work, a customer chewed her out for one miniscule mistake, which stressed her out and caused her to make more mistakes. so what else is new, the faerie guesses. she's just one stupid mistake after another. can agatha's night get any worse? it's bad enough the cabs don't run at this hour, so she has to walk home along dimly lit streets.

she stops for a moment to take a sip from the bottle of, thankfully still cold, water she's carrying with her. tucking the bottle back into her bag, agatha closes her eyes, a sigh flowing from parted lips. she can't wait to get home, shower, change into something more comfortable and read for a bit. that's all she wants to do right now, but she hears sounds that one might only hear in a horror movie; flesh tearing, wet squelching, heavy breathing, and it keeps her from moving.

agatha's gaze drifts down the alley, her head slowly turning to see the gruesome, bloody scene laid out not far from where she stands. her eyes widen and fear grips her, her heart racing as her gaze meets the man's. no, surely that's no man. some... monster. something vicious and hungry. the growl he lets out reaches her ears and her breath hitches, a foot moving back one tiny step. he steps forward and then she bolts, fleeing like a rabbit from a starving wolf.

   he  should  know  to  hold  himself  back.  to  have  better  prepped  for  the  situation  he's  put  himself  into.  but  then  again  -  maybe  he  wants  to  be  the  monster.  to  be  seen  as  less  than  human.  to  be  looked  down  upon,  hated.  it's  how  it  should  be.  he's  always  been  ugly,  rotting  away  inside.  now  the  outside  matches.  ugly,  deadly.  rough  edges  -  murderous  intent. 

   he'd  rolled  up  the  fabric  of  the  mask  under  his  face  to  reveal  fangs.  he'd  let  himself  hunt.  jump  on  the  unsuspecting  guard.  nails  tore  though  clothes  to  expose  the  flesh  of  the  neck  and  his  teeth  had  sunk  in.  hell  -  he'd  torn  it  open  and  let  the  blood  spray  over  him.  so  much wasted  but  in bloodlust  did  it  ever  matter?  it  tastes  bland  -  he  doesn't  expect  an  earth  shattering  taste  to  it. 

   it's  when  the  body  goes cold  that  he  stops  bothering  to  feast.  he  lets  it  fall  to  the  ground,  still  leaking  blood.  a  waste  -  but  it's  not  that  worth  his  time.  a  living  victim,  someone  whose  heart  will  pump  the  blood  into  his  waiting  mouth  -  that's  what  he  wants  more  than  anything.  his  gaze  narrows  in  on  the  lone  bystander.  frozen  by  what?  fear?  intrigue?  does  it  matter?  not  to  the ghost.  fangs  bared,  a  low  growl  resounds  from  deep  in  his  throat.  blood  soaks  his  exposed  skin  on  the  lower  half  of  his  face,  dripping  heavily.  he  takes  the  step  forward,  crimson  irises  showing  nothing  but hunger.

i was going to try to answer drafts and asks but my mood has dropped severely so ✌️

her eyes shut tight and a whimper leaves her from the pain of his teeth sinking into her neck, which only seems to be for a moment. her hand quickly comes up to her neck, pressing against the wounds left behind by him, scrambling to get away. despite every single fiber in her being telling her to run, she just can't help but watch the other as he hacks up some of what he consumed of her blood and his earlier victim.

is it just her blood that doesn't agree with him? how curious. but now her brow furrows as he glares at her. " what did i do? m-m-maybe y-you should be more in the habit of— o-of a-asking before you take someone's blood! " what an awful, terrible adrenaline rush that had been. she can feel it ebbing away now and she feels even more exhausted. still, she manages to heal the wound he caused her, a warm, golden glow emanating from her palm. agatha feels her neck and lowers her hand and gazes down at it, some of her blood coating it. her nose scrunches slightly as a bit of nausea hits her.

agatha's gaze flickers back up to him. " i-i'm g-guessing you didn't anticipate running into a f-faerie while you were feeding, did you? " maybe other creatures' blood tastes differently than human blood. hers certainly would, it's pure chlorophyll. he'd spit it out like it was poison; was it bad for him to consume? is it something he could train himself to get used to? agatha tries to quiet her mind. now is not the time to get curious about monsters especially when there is a more pressing matter at hand.

her voice quiets, fear lacing it once again. " ...are— a-are you going t-to k-kill me? "

   babble.  incoherrent  babble.  a  sharp  incline  to  his  head,  before  another  growl  reverberates  out  from  his  chest.  his  addled  mind  doesn't  make  sense  of  it.  doesn't  want  to.  instead  -  he  bears  down,  fangs  sinking  into  the  neck.  it's live  blood  -  that's  what  he  wanted. 

   in  seconds  the  mistake  is  registered. 

   the  taste  is  nothing  short  of rancid  to  him,  and  he  recoils  backward,  coughing  and  gagging,  before  stumbling  along  the  wall,  dragging  sharpened  nails  along  it,  leaving  marks.  he  doubles  over,  and  up  comes  some  of  his  previous  meal,  red  splattering  the  ground  mixed  with...  green? green?  what  the fuck. 

   his  shoulders  heave  as  he  tries  to  catch  breath  he  doesn't  exactly  need.  instinct  from  being human  once.  more  coughing  comes  over  him,  and  he  winces  as  the  discomfort  sets  in.  that...  was  a  mistake. fuck.  this  place  was  supposed  to  be  full  of humans.  not...  whatever  the fuck  it  was  he  just  took  a  drink  from.  speaking  of... 

   he  stands  himself  upright,  though  leaning  heavily  on  the  wall  as  the  world  spins.  it's  akin  to  poison  -  something  one  has  to  gradually  introduce  themselves  to.  not  all  at  once  in  a  hazed  hunger.  at  the  very  least  -  it  wakes  his  senses  back  up.  his  upper  lip  curls  in  a  silent  snarl,  before  he  turns  to  look  at  the  woman  -  leveling  her  with  an  angry,  offended  glare.  as  if  it's  her  fault  for  not  telling  him  she  wasn't  human.

"Why are ya so short?"

" wha— i-i'm not short! i'm five foot six, that— that's above the average height for a woman! " she does still have trouble reaching the top shelves of her kitchen cabinets and her bookshelves, though, so there's that. agatha pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. " i'm not short. "

“Why ya so clumsy as well?” Shiro cackles at his girlfriend. He loves her clumsiness. Shiro is just kidding.

she can't help it that she's clumsy! " keep it up or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. " she singsongs, smiling up at him.

"c'mere." johnny growls it out, a little bit of frustration in his tone. it's not his fault - not really. with the full moon approaching, he's itching all over. nothing really gets it out of his system. it's little moments to cope. all he needs is just some time with her now - he yanks his precious aggie into his lap without a secondary thought, pressing his nose into her neck and scenting her. a rumbling satisfied growl coming from deep in his chest. he tugs her shirt down around one of her shoulders and sinks his teeth in. it's almost like teething, the way he starts to bite at her skin. it'll leave marks, it doesn't hurt too much, he's not cruel about it. it's just to keep his mind occupied. for the time being.

she glances up, caught off guard by the sound of johnny's voice. it was getting close to the full moon, so she knows he gets this way once a month, but sometimes it's still a little startling when he speaks to her that way. still, she knows the reasoning, she knows she hasn't done something to upset johnny, so she doesn't feel afraid as she approaches, moving toward him after he tells her to. a gasp leaves agatha as she's yanked into his lap, but she gets comfortable, straddling his thighs and resting her hands on his chest. her heart flutters as she feels johnny's nose against her neck, hearing him inhaling deeply. he really likes how she smells, doesn't he?

agatha was accustomed to this, like it was a ritual. it doesn't fluster her quite as much as it used to when he moves her shirt off of the one shoulder and bites it, wincing slightly from the pressure of johnny's teeth pressing into her skin. " y-you l-like using me as your p-personal chew toy, don't you? " she asks softly, a warm smile forming on agatha's lips as a hand moves up to his head for her fingers to gently run through his mohawk. as he gnaws on her shoulder, she hears his tail thumping against the cushion, her smile growing as she glances toward it. cute. she looks back to johnny, canting her head to press her lips to the side of johnny's head.

" i-i hope doing this h-helps you, even if only a little. "