‍̣ ‍· ‍𝓓𝙞𝓛𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙨, 𝓒𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙮.

Wrapping an arm around her twin, her own head rests up against Ali's, ❝I promise, I won't let him do anything to you.❞

A moment of silence passed, eventually broken by a faint huff.

Courtney shook her head, ❝No, not for a while. Which is a good thing, honestly. . . It's been peaceful.❞

❝I was starting to get a little lonely,❞ Courtney began towards the living room sofa, ❝Come sit with me, I've been working out all day and my body's about to give out.❞

Chuckling, her back fell atop the sofa cushions; a sigh of relief escaping her lips.

⟩ brunette's cheek.

❝I know you've been busy, but I've missed you. You know that, right?❞

The glint in her eyes begins to soften; all the while, her own heartbeat drowned out most noise that the redhead could hear.

Alongside the bottle she grasped for herself, another wound up within the opposite hand.

Backing away to allow the fridge to close, Courtney then turned to face her girlfriend; sliding Mona's water across the table.

Leaning over for a smooch on the cheek, her lipstick leaves a print on the ⟩

❝I honestly have no idea how I managed with the shit those two gave me back in High School, it's weak as fuck compared to what I've got now.❞

Laying back against the couch, she shakes her head.

❝. . . Jason wouldn't.❞

She raises an eyebrow at her twin as the topic of weed got brought up.

❝Jason's bud is weak, which makes you a lightweight.❞

❝Not as hard as you bit me, you idiot!❞

Playful laughter then ensued.

Blinking.

. . . Blinking.

❝. . . Ow!?❞

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Signalling for the petite brunette to follow behind after re-doing the locks, she leads her to the kitchen.

❝Want something? Coffee, tea, water?❞

The redhead asked whilst fetching a water bottle for herself from the fridge, the grin across her face unwavering.

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Í nafni Óðins, why am I so 'fortunate'?

Should I be concerned that a whole Norse GOD is staring at me?

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She collapses atop the sofa’s cushions, a sigh of relief leaving her now red-stained lips, ❝A lot better. . .❞

Courtney then licks her lips, reaching for a blanket from the edge of the couch.

⟩ coursed down her throat, the darkened veins steadily begin to fade away as her hunger is satisfied.

After a few seconds, the brunette pulled away, licking her fangs in the process.

❝Th—that. . .❞ Her fangs then retracted, ❝That was an odd feeling, to say the least.❞

Struggling to keep herself upright, ❝F—fine,❞ Courtney hissed under her breath.

One hand rested itself atop Alison's shoulder, the other remained on the table—her mouth nearing her twin's neck.

❝I'm sorry if this hurts. . .❞

At that, her fangs sunk into Ali’s neck. As the crimson nectar ⟩

Gulping down the knots of distress from her throat, she nodded.

The sight of Ali’s neck, in unison with the word 'blood', caused fangs to extend out.

Courtney shook her head, ❝I—I don't wanna hurt you. . .❞ She sighed under her breath, taking a few steps back.

⟩ shut, head now tilted to the ground.

Eyes widening at the mention of the bite marks, ❝N. . . No, it can't be. . .❞

Upon being questioned as to how she felt, the brunette cleared her throat?

❝J—just. . .❞ One of her hands holds the tabletop as support for her balance, ❝Really hungry, and fatigued.❞

Courtney’s eyelids ⟩

Her eyes noticed the blood dripping from Ali's hand—it seized her focus momentarily, until she was called nearer.

The veins around Courtney's eyes grew darker. ❝Yeah. . ?❞

⟩ resting on the table itself.

❝What the hell. . ?❞ She tilts her head to the side, eyes narrowing at the crimson.

She got up from the sofa and sluggishly treaded towards the dining room table, raising an eyebrow at her sister. ❝Huh?❞

Courtney then noticed that the smell was not irradiating from the comfort food she savoured with each chance she got, but instead from the drops of blood ⟩

⟩ her lips.

Unbeknownst to her, the aroma was not the result of the soup and vegetables, but from the crimson nectar of her twin.

Remaining on the couch whilst her sister carried on cooking, her icy blues were seemingly unable to redirect from the ceiling.

That was, until Alison winced in pain—the scent following was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

❝Can already tell the soup's gonna be good,❞ Courtney licked ⟩

⟩ grilled cheese to go with it?❞ She pleaded, a faint, weak grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

Adjusting herself to sit upright against the sofa's cushionings, ❝U—uhm. . . I got in a fight with Nick again.❞

Courtney was unaware of the lack of her heartbeat in the moment, but hunger made itself known through a rumble in her stomach.

❝Any chance you can heat up some tomato soup and make a ⟩

⟩ house.

Looking around, ❝I—I made it. . ?❞ She mumbled under her breath.

Abstaining from contacting the authorities may have been Alison’s wisest decision yet.

Despite her pulse and heartbeat proving absent alongside the increasingly cold growing flesh, nothing about her breathing patterns seemed abnormal.

Ten minutes go by, and Courtney finds herself inside the ⟩