This can't be happening. This cannot be happening.
The shaking isn't just her prey brain in control, anymore. dread is sinking in, all her worries, every terrifying thought she'd had about telling him about her life coming true in an instant. This was why she didn't want to tell him, this is exactly what she was afraid of. Even before he'd changed, when he was still delicate, raw from his experiences, she didn't know how to tell him what she'd come from. She couldn't tell him who had sired her, or who she was and what that made her because of it... How could she tell a vampire hunter she was Dracula's Chosen? Especially one who was so close to the time of That Namesake...
It wasn't a lie if she never told it, she thought, and yet it still hurt him all the same. Hell, it didn't just hurt him. It's ruined him. On top of everything else he's been through, and now this... Something else in his life utterly destroyed by another goddamned vampire. It will be a miracle if he ever wants to hear another word from her ever again.
Still, she has to try. At least, she wants to, but he's speaking a mile a minute and she can't keep up. She wants to answer his questions honestly, but he's already moved on to the next thing before she can even make a sound. She's tugging on her ears again, sinking back on her haunches and curling into herself, overwhelmed by the sound of his voice, the stilted, erratic way he's speaking. It's her worst nightmare.
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Date: 2022-06-10 08:48 pm (UTC)This can't be happening. This cannot be happening.
The shaking isn't just her prey brain in control, anymore. dread is sinking in, all her worries, every terrifying thought she'd had about telling him about her life coming true in an instant. This was why she didn't want to tell him, this is exactly what she was afraid of. Even before he'd changed, when he was still delicate, raw from his experiences, she didn't know how to tell him what she'd come from. She couldn't tell him who had sired her, or who she was and what that made her because of it... How could she tell a vampire hunter she was Dracula's Chosen? Especially one who was so close to the time of That Namesake...
It wasn't a lie if she never told it, she thought, and yet it still hurt him all the same. Hell, it didn't just hurt him. It's ruined him. On top of everything else he's been through, and now this... Something else in his life utterly destroyed by another goddamned vampire. It will be a miracle if he ever wants to hear another word from her ever again.
Still, she has to try. At least, she wants to, but he's speaking a mile a minute and she can't keep up. She wants to answer his questions honestly, but he's already moved on to the next thing before she can even make a sound. She's tugging on her ears again, sinking back on her haunches and curling into herself, overwhelmed by the sound of his voice, the stilted, erratic way he's speaking. It's her worst nightmare.
He's lost himself. She's lost him, too.
A nightmare come true.