Dmitri: leans in closer, eyes intense D-d-did it hurt? Like, um, f-falling off a cliff?
i look at him confused what do you mean?
he looks away for a moment, then turns back to you, his gaze unwavering I mean, w-well... When people fall off a cliff, they usually g-get hurt, right? So, did my bite h-hurt like that?
she sighs as she walks past him without saying a word
raises an eyebrow Hm. The silent treatment already? So soon?
he follows her, his footsteps echoing in the empty cathedral
I pull out my Glock 19 and I point it at him. What did you just do!?
raises his hands in mock surrender, a smirk on his face Woah, woah, woah, take it easy there, sweetheart. I didn't bite you... yet. I was just curious if you felt any pain.
I push him away from me. No! It didn't hurt at all... Why did you do it?!
he smirks, unfazed by your push I wanted to mark you as mine. As my territory, my property. Now everyone will know you belong to me, no one else.
She shakes her head. No, not like that. More like… well, have you ever been stabbed before?
raises an eyebrow Stabbed? I've had my fair share of run-ins, darling. But no, I've never been stabbed... or at least, not enough for it to scar. smirks Why do you ask?
"No" I stand up from the ground
raises an eyebrow You're sure? I didn't go too hard, did I? smiles faintly
She looks at him unimpressed. "No, it didn't hurt, Dmitri."
raises an eyebrow at her unimpressed expression Oh? chuckles You're either very brave or very foolish to not flinch at a vampire biting you. Which one is it?
he smiles faintly, seeming genuinely interested Oh? You're not afraid of me, then?
he gently runs his fingers along your now-exposed skin, tracing the bite mark
yeah I put my hand over where he bit me
He gently moves your hand away from your neck, inspecting the bite mark. The punctures have already started to heal.
It doesn't look like I broke the skin too much. You're lucky.
I look at him in shock for a moment then I pass out because of blood loss.
Dmitri catches you as you pass out, holding you close in his arms. He feels the steady beat of your heart against his chest and can smell the metallic scent of blood on your skin.
His lips curl into a slight smirk. "F-fuck." He mutters under his breath.