The self-loathing is always there and was even before she became as inhuman as she actually felt, finally having a body that matched this sentiment was just oddly comforting.
Getting into the house is easy. All she has to do is use a key.
It's dark inside and since she's managed to come home earlier than usual. So, she indulges; Rose parts the blackout curtains just enough that the moonlight can filter through the sheer curtains in front of them. Thin beams trickle into the dark room and it's not enough to look like anything but dust from glass, but Rose hopes its something to Allison who has not left this house in nearly a month.
The man she brought back with her is still groaning near the living room door, bleeding out slowly on the hardwood floor.
"Shit."
She's frowning, mad at herself for being messy. It was hard to have much restraint in this specific case. Something to deal with later: for now she focuses on Allison, stirring in the nest of old quilts that Rose had set up for her. With her heels still on and her party dress still warm with flesh blood Rose gets on her knees and pulls Allison into her arms, her expression almost quivering at the sight of her. She'd be shitting dust if she could shit at all - seeing her so weak was the strangest of these nightmares.
Trying to fill the gap with other indulgences worked for awhile- sex, desserts, red meat and iron rich food. But the sickness ate and ate and ate, and now it was feeding on Allison.
"Hey." Her voice is quiet. "You're going to hate me after, I don't care." Her hands are as dirty as her dress; Rose presses her fingers to her lips and puckers them, spreading the red all over her mouth.
"We're-" The man groans, miserable with the last ounces of his pain. Rose snaps her head around and snarls.
"CAN IT." He makes no more noise. Rose turns her attention back to Allison, face soft again.
"We're gonna' work our way up- too much right away and it'll shock your system. Make you go septic." She props Allison against her so that all of her weight rests upon Rose. Usually, she would struggle to pull such a feat but Rose lifts her like its nothing at all.
She presses her thumb against Allison's mouth, watching as it makes her stir.
"It's going to feel worse before it feels better- no one to blame but yourself for that."
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The self-loathing is always there and was even before she became as inhuman as she actually felt, finally having a body that matched this sentiment was just oddly comforting.
Getting into the house is easy. All she has to do is use a key.
It's dark inside and since she's managed to come home earlier than usual. So, she indulges; Rose parts the blackout curtains just enough that the moonlight can filter through the sheer curtains in front of them. Thin beams trickle into the dark room and it's not enough to look like anything but dust from glass, but Rose hopes its something to Allison who has not left this house in nearly a month.
The man she brought back with her is still groaning near the living room door, bleeding out slowly on the hardwood floor.
"Shit."
She's frowning, mad at herself for being messy. It was hard to have much restraint in this specific case. Something to deal with later: for now she focuses on Allison, stirring in the nest of old quilts that Rose had set up for her. With her heels still on and her party dress still warm with flesh blood Rose gets on her knees and pulls Allison into her arms, her expression almost quivering at the sight of her. She'd be shitting dust if she could shit at all - seeing her so weak was the strangest of these nightmares.
Trying to fill the gap with other indulgences worked for awhile- sex, desserts, red meat and iron rich food. But the sickness ate and ate and ate, and now it was feeding on Allison.
"Hey." Her voice is quiet. "You're going to hate me after, I don't care." Her hands are as dirty as her dress; Rose presses her fingers to her lips and puckers them, spreading the red all over her mouth.
"We're-" The man groans, miserable with the last ounces of his pain. Rose snaps her head around and snarls.
"CAN IT." He makes no more noise. Rose turns her attention back to Allison, face soft again.
"We're gonna' work our way up- too much right away and it'll shock your system. Make you go septic." She props Allison against her so that all of her weight rests upon Rose. Usually, she would struggle to pull such a feat but Rose lifts her like its nothing at all.
She presses her thumb against Allison's mouth, watching as it makes her stir.
"It's going to feel worse before it feels better- no one to blame but yourself for that."