Fairy Tail RP

“Are you allergic or something?” He tips his head to the side, his heart pounding from his daydream. // “Then who is your mother?” He crouches down to get to her eye level, even though he can’t see her.

"I have a very...very strict diet." Fleur goes to the fridge, trying to restraining her self more and more. Nora won't shut up. Her eyes squeeze shut as she turns away from him, she opens the fridge and begins to dig in it. // "I don't know her name. I don't know what she looks like. I only remember...her voice."

Salem follows her to the fridge. “Does AJ have any oranges?” // David smooshes his cigarrette into the floor. “If you want to leave, you should.”

Fleur freezes in her motion, she puts her hand over her mouth as he gets closer. His scent smells amazing. // "I'm not sure what I want." She says.

“...Fleur?” He places a hand on her shoulder. // David crosses his legs. “Would you like to leave?”

There's a weird growl before she spins around and grabs his wrist, pushing his back against the counter, she jumps up and sits on his chest, grabbing a butterknife from the left and stabbing into his shoulder. // "Leave and..do what?" She asks.

"Just fine I guess. How's your siblings?" Ethan asked

“See what is outside.” He responds. “Come with me.” // His eyes widen as she pounces on him. He starts to slip into another day dream until the sharp pain in his shoulder snaps him back into reality. He reaches down with his free hand and grips her thigh, staring up at her.

“Y-You..don’t even know who I am.” She says to him. // ‘I’m sorry.’ She thinks, she removes the butter knife and bites into the wound, puncturing the muscle and ripping it from his arm. I’m so sorry.

“Fine, eh. Douche.” He says, chuckling.

"Huh?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

“They’re douchey.” Wyatt says, pushing up his glasses.

"Oh I see. Well its not like you guys really get along." Ethan shrugs.

“You don’t know who I am either.” He counters. // Salem gasps, the shear burning sensations rips through his shoulder. His hand hand moves up to her rear and he tries arch his back. “Yes.” He grunts.

“Yeah, kinda sucks. I hate my life.” Wyatt shrugs. // Salem now is GUSHING blood from his shoulder. Fleur continues to feed on his tissue, the wound not yet healing itself. Once she reaches the bone, she travels to a new part, not paying much attention to what he is doing.

"Way to go deep." Ethan rolls his eyes.

“Really? I thought that was pretty shallow.” He says to him.

"You don't go blurting out 'I hate my life' unless you want to sound like an emo kid." Ethan speaks.

Salem’s knees weaken and he starts to slide off the counter. He weakly digs his nails into her skin.

“What’s wrong with being Emo?” Wyatt asks. // Fleur lets him fall onto the floor, she rubs leans back, inspecting where to bite next.

"Why do you want to be?" Ethan asked.

“Who said I did?” Wyatt shrugs.

Salem stares up at her, his breathing raspy. Something about seeing his own blood smeared across her lips makes his chest feel tight, and he attempts to roll them over to get on top in his weakened state.

"Sure sound like it." Ethan speaks.

“Is that a problem?” Wyatt asks. // Fleur licks the blood from her lips as they are rolled over. She doesn’t fight it. As a matter of fact, she can hold him in a trap now. She wraps her legs around his waist and locks him in.