[ The vampire gives a gurgling last cry, painfully similar to Trevor's own wailing. Quieter. More satisfied. His work complete.
And then he is still. Sypha will burn him later, no doubt, to be certain.
For the moment, Trevor has fallen still. He wants to scream. He desperately wants to scream, but he can't. Even with the blood keeping him from actually dying, he's still terribly injured, lacking the strength to do anything but lie still and make those rasping, choked sounds. He's healing, but it's nowhere near as fast as a vampire might and fuck he can feel every second of his body rearranging itself. Broken ribs shoving themselves back into place, his shredded throat slowly mending itself.
Sypha is crouched over him, holding him still. She has no magic for this scenario, only words. Hushed words, attempts at comfort. Every now and then she strokes over the new flesh of his neck, looking horrified by the contrast between the new and old skin - the new skin is an ashy grey. ]
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And then he is still. Sypha will burn him later, no doubt, to be certain.
For the moment, Trevor has fallen still. He wants to scream. He desperately wants to scream, but he can't. Even with the blood keeping him from actually dying, he's still terribly injured, lacking the strength to do anything but lie still and make those rasping, choked sounds. He's healing, but it's nowhere near as fast as a vampire might and fuck he can feel every second of his body rearranging itself. Broken ribs shoving themselves back into place, his shredded throat slowly mending itself.
Sypha is crouched over him, holding him still. She has no magic for this scenario, only words. Hushed words, attempts at comfort. Every now and then she strokes over the new flesh of his neck, looking horrified by the contrast between the new and old skin - the new skin is an ashy grey. ]