Dec 17, 2018 5:56 AM
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There's a hesitation again, but for a barely noticeable moment, and then she quickly starts drinking.

It isn't the same as the metallic-blood taste she's far too used to, and there's a moment where she can't quite swallow. But she doesn't gag, or pull away, just keeps drinking.

Until finally it tastes good. Very good. And then she doesn't want to stop drinking.

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She pulls her wrist away. "And that's about enough. You should be feeling warm and sleepy in a bit."

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She has better self-control than to try and follow the wrist.

And sure enough, fairly soon, she starts feeling warm and sleepy. She tucks herself up in a corner, curling into a small ball and drifting off fairly quickly.

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Tabitha removes her clothing, partly because blood is messy, partly because she doesn't see the point. "I think I know just the snack..."

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Which is probably this guy. Husband and father, mediocre worker but holding down a job. Also barely home from work and already halfway inside a bottle. Unfortunately, the halfway happened to be the end of what he had in the house, so he's heading for the store to get some more.

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"Hello," says Tabby from behind him once he's out of sight of other humans.

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He only vaguely looks back, but spins unsteadily when confronted by a small, abnormally pale girl who appears to be wearing nothing. Once he confirms that this is in fact what he's seeing, he promptly decides that he doesn't want to be anywhere near this girl - people will never believe that he wasn't somehow responsible for her state of undress.

"Gerroutta here," he says, making vague shooing gestures, before turning to hurry on his way.

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"Would you say you've lived a life well spent?"

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He stops, half turning back. "What? What's that even mean? Course I damn well do. Just scram, kid."

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"What are you proud of?"

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"The hell kinda question is that? Look, don't know what kinda game you're playing but bugger off. Don't you got a home to be in?"

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And now his arms and legs are being snapped, as another pale child muffles his screams expertly. 

"Now let's take you to Shana."

By the time they get back, Shana is almost done. Her breathing and heartbeat have slowed to a crawl, and her skin is deathly white.

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The man is barely conscious, the pain and shock leaving him a gibbering mess.

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Shana stirs, a little, eyelids flickering, tongue licking over her lips as she starts to become aware that she is very, very thirsty.

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"We brought lunch."

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Shana shifts slightly, and abruptly jerks upright, scrambling backwards despite already being in the corner.

There's half an instinctive flinch when she spots the man, but then she's lunging at him without thinking about it.

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Tabby claps. "That guy was a jerk."

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Eventually, she pulls back, no longer thirsty, and feeling strangely, and satisfyingly, full. She licks her lips, chasing any stray drops. Which is also about when she realises she's not wearing anything any more. She curls down on herself slightly. (If she's disturbed about having killed someone, it doesn't show.)

"What now?" she asks, her tone somehow halfway between terrified and excited.

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"Whatever you want. Sorry about your skin. At least the scars are gone."

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That... is something. And blood's messy anyway, hard to get out of clothes. She supposed it was only practical not to wear any, and if she didn't have to hide the scars.

What she wants to do, however, is a more difficult question. She clambers back to her feet, frowning as she thinks. "I- How easy is it to...test what I can do?"

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"Um, pick a tree and pull it out?"

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She looks around, and picks a relatively small tree to try this with.

She isn't expecting to succeed. When she does, she over balances, and only sheer luck and good reflexes save her from being crushed by the tree.

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The twins laugh.

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She feels a flash of humiliation at being laughed at, but it passes quickly, and she laughs herself. She feels weird. Almost like she could take on the world. (She knows she couldn't, or at least, she tries to remind herself that she couldn't.)

She climbs back to her feet, looking around. Everything is loud, and bright. Then she notices what she thinks is the twins heartbeat, and moves closer to them.

"Your heartbeat is...slow," she comments, head tilting.

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"Not like yours is any faster."

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