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Now we're bound to linger on (May Catch-All)
1. Guilty Pleasures
"Welcome to Guilty Pleasures!"
Kenzi wasn't going to slap some cheesy tagline on the greeting like she should, she wasn't in the mood to be anything more than fake-chipper like a fast-food register worker: disdainful but faking it anyway. She wasn't hungry, thank God. She'd learned that showing up to the club with a hankering for some Type O would lead to bad things.
Like almost eating someone in the club bathroom.
Yeah, that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Not that she'd admit that out loud.
"Drink, Private room?"
She'd just do her job - ugh- and get through the night. Without a drink. Fuck.
2. Bloodfest
Maybe it was the fact that she'd been eating as little as possible because she wanted to pretend she was still human. Maybe it was the scent of blood so thick in the air she could practically taste it. Maybe she just wasn't equipped with the self-control to be a vampire.
Maybe she wanted to just give into the animal instinct to hunt and kill that she still wasn't used to.
Whatever it was, the first night of the Bloodfest Millicent sanctioned was going to get a little more bloody.
As she walked out of the latest bar with Nancy by her side, Kenzi's smile faded in increments as she began to feel....rather strange. Like something was pushing at her head from behind.
"Oh, fudgecicles. I think I'm gonna be sick again," is all she gets out before she makes a beeline for the alley just on the other side of the bar. She isn't sure if she's going to hurl or not but...well. This was too weird for this not to be sickness and it was getting worse quickly.
3. Wildcard
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"Welcome to Guilty Pleasures!"
Kenzi wasn't going to slap some cheesy tagline on the greeting like she should, she wasn't in the mood to be anything more than fake-chipper like a fast-food register worker: disdainful but faking it anyway. She wasn't hungry, thank God. She'd learned that showing up to the club with a hankering for some Type O would lead to bad things.
Like almost eating someone in the club bathroom.
Yeah, that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Not that she'd admit that out loud.
"Drink, Private room?"
She'd just do her job - ugh- and get through the night. Without a drink. Fuck.
2. Bloodfest
Maybe it was the fact that she'd been eating as little as possible because she wanted to pretend she was still human. Maybe it was the scent of blood so thick in the air she could practically taste it. Maybe she just wasn't equipped with the self-control to be a vampire.
Maybe she wanted to just give into the animal instinct to hunt and kill that she still wasn't used to.
Whatever it was, the first night of the Bloodfest Millicent sanctioned was going to get a little more bloody.
As she walked out of the latest bar with Nancy by her side, Kenzi's smile faded in increments as she began to feel....rather strange. Like something was pushing at her head from behind.
"Oh, fudgecicles. I think I'm gonna be sick again," is all she gets out before she makes a beeline for the alley just on the other side of the bar. She isn't sure if she's going to hurl or not but...well. This was too weird for this not to be sickness and it was getting worse quickly.
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She'd been blissfully unaware of the way Kenzi was feeling, how little she'd been eating, otherwise maybe she wouldn't have stuck to her plans. Regardless, she was here now, following Kenzi into the alley like she'd done a thousand times. Immediately, she made to hold Kenzi's hair back if she was going to vomit.
Not the first time they'd done this, and certainly not since she'd turned.
"What's going on? You didn't drink that much, I thought"
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"I don't -- ugh, it's not that."
As Nancy swept her hair away from her face, Kenzi could hear the steady thrum of her blood coursing through her wrists, she could smell the richness of it; like a fine meal she wasn't allowed to eat but wanted so badly...
Kenzi's head listed to the side as she turned her slightly open mouth towards Nancy, eyes closed and moaned, as if in pain.
"Oh, Nancy..." you smell so good.
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"C'mon, then. Maybe coming out tonight was a bad idea. Let's get you home." She could hope, at least, that Kenzi was down for this. So far all their nights out were something less-than-spectacular. Probably best to stick to nights in.
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That thought echoed and stuck to the walls of her mind like glue and she found herself shutting out the very human and very Kenzi protests that Nancy was her best friend, her sister, she couldn't ...
she couldn't do this.
The fight with her instincts was clear on her face as she squeezed her eyes closed and held her breath so she wouldn't smell Nancy - not that she had to breath anymore anyways.
As Nancy reached for her Kenzi's eyes flared open and went straight to Nancy's wrist as she reached for her.
She didn't know it, but her fangs were bared in an open mouthed inhale.
"Nan..."
If Kenzi was screaming on the inside not to do this...it didn't show.
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She looks up at her friend, and it's only then that she notices the fangs.
"Kenzi..." She lowered her hand slowly, calmly. "Kenzi, don't do this." She kept her hands up in a protective, placating gesture. She could talk her out of this, she knew she could. Because right now, magic wasn't an option. it would only escalate things, and between the two of them... Kenzi was faster, and stronger.
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I'm so fucking thirsty. It's the only clear thing in her mind as she stalks after her best friend. Her throat is so dry and water won't do shit for her anymore. It's just blood now.
Kenzi groans and tries to look away from Nancy, her eyes falling to her own wrist for just a moment. It's a moment long enough for a crazy idea.
"Go. Leave me alone please," she moans and lashes out on herself instead of Nancy.
Her lips nuzzle the inside of her own wrist for just a moment before the points of her canines touch her skin and that's it. Helplessly she digs into her own skin and helplessly she starts sucking as ferociously as she can, yanking blood up into her own mouth. Are vampires even allowed to drink their own blood? Is it going to kill her? She doesn't know.
Kenzi doesn't even know if it's supposed to taste like shit or not because she's too blissed out as blood pours down her throat, coating it and cleansing away any pain she'd been feeling. Kenzi leans up against the wall, eyes fluttering closed as she holds her wrist to her lips and sucks loudly.
It's a chance to run, for Nancy. Kenzi hopes she takes it because after this she's going to be high on blood. Maybe.
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No- she couldn't stand here and watch her best friend mutilate herself. She couldn't. She didn't know what would happen, but if she had to find out, Nancy did not want it to be tonight.
"I can't leave you like this," she says, bile rising in her throat as Kenzi feeds on herself. The act seems so... This isn't Kenzi. "I won't leave you like this," she says, a bit stronger. But what can she do?
Let her best friend starve, let her best friend attack some poor innocent person? Or let her best friend feed and attack her instead? "Let's get you to JC. He'll be able to help." Help with what? There was nothing to do. But it was safer, safer for all of them.
She keeps her distance, though, hands out towards her friend.
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But it's too good. Her blood might not fill her gut but the taste alone practically has her laughing with relief.
"You don't listen, why don't you ever listen?!"
Her wrist falls away from her mouth - which is covered in her own blood now - and the skin slowly stitches itself up as she stalks, with purpose, towards Nancy.
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But Kenzi is hurt and she takes a step towards her, because she wants to help her more than anything in the world. That's what she needed- and if Nancy could deliver it, she would.
"It'll be alright- I'm going to help you. We just have to get you to JC, his club isn't far." She tries the same tactic again. Truthfully, she knew nothing of what Kenzi was experiencing. How ravenous, how mad for blood she was, and the idea hadn't even crossed her drunk mind. She'd never known a newborn before, only heard of them and their tempers. But Kenzi was different. Kenzi could resist. She knew she could. She believed in her.
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"I don't want you to help me!"
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"Kenzi- please-!" she begged before she felt Kenzi's teeth puncture her vein. Unprepared she let out a small scream.
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That recognition doesn't hold her back though. The scent of blood jangled her senses, but Kenzi makes a good surrogate for the aggression that it stirs up, and Natasha pulls her off Nancy and whirls her up against the wall with all her strength. At this point, she's not worried about being gentle.