Costin
"Wa-wahaaa! Oh gosh, it tickles, wahaha! ^u^ !!" She couldn't help herself as she was given a honest to god spa treatment, scratched in places she couldn't even reach or knew she could be touched in. This just felt wonderful, and in a place like this too! Honestly, she'd like to stay like this forever.
But suddenly, there was no soft fluffy fur or doggy noises. In an instant, there was nothing to scratch at, in fact, her hands weren't touching anything anymore. Too easy, with her guard lowered like this she managed to get the drop on her and close in on her range.
The naked lady was already past her when she delivered a quick karate chop to the back of her head on a pressure point, enough to knock out even the toughest of folks.
"It's perfect~☆"
She grabbed her hand before she could fall and smash her head on the ground. For a second, her eyes looked pitiful. Poor girl looked like a passed out bag of potatoes, and probably weighted about as much as one. She couldn't say she was proud of what she just did, honestly she wasn't fond of underhanded tactics to begin with, but this wasn't about feelings, but survival.
She didn't have a fulfilling meal in months, animals and vermin weren't enough to sustain her body. Even this form wasn't sustainable for more than a few minutes, you could even say she had come a hair close to starving herself. Without a powerful source of blood, she would eventually deteriorate and die. And that was the one thing she couldn't allow.
Had it been anyone else, she would have just decapitated her and gone on with her life, probably cracking a joke and laughing along the way. But she wouldn't do that, in fact she'd do her best not to hurt her. It wasn't much, but something she said rubbed her off the wrong way.
No matter how dark your path salvation is always possible. There is no evil too great, no sin too grave to deny redemption.
What a pile of rubbish. Would she honestly be able to say that to her face knowing what she was and what she did with joy in her heart? Heh, maybe she didn't want to find out. She hated her for saying that already, her words made her angry enough that she wanted to tear her apart and grind her to a pulp. And yet, all she could do was smile kindly.
"Hey, look pal, for whatever its worth, thank you." She told the passed out girl sweetly before lowering her on her knees, embracing the girl in cloth and taking a deep breath of the scent of incense running over her hair.
Without any hesitation, she brought her lips to her neck and pierced her soft skin with her teeth, salivating at the taste of blood she hadn't known for too long. She began to feed, slowly sucking drops worth at first, then taking longer and longer sips, grasping at the nun's body tightly.
But she didn't kill her. She bit her tongue a little and applied some of her blood on her wound, closing it as if nothing had happened in the first place. She was a lively one, she was honestly surprised. But with this much, she should be able to last a few more weeks. That was fine, she was okay with that. But she still had something to do.
She slid her hand over her eyelids and opened her eyes, staring into them. Red and blue met, and despite her nonchalant expression and tone there was a pleading nature to her words.
"Please forget about that, okay?"
It wasn't sure how much time passed, though it could not have been a long while. Surely it wasn't, a familiar canine face was pressing over her and shaking her up, trying desperately to wake her up.
"Hey! Hey! Can you hear me!? Wake up dammit!" The dog was crying.
