The average human female has about four and a half liters of blood running through her body, or about seven percent of her body mass. Males have a little over five and a half liters; it is more but females always tasted sweeter. The major vein in the arm, across from the elbow, pumped about fourteen liters per minute or, at least, that was what Corina thought. It was a fact she was not totally sure on.
She watched, amused and a bit annoyed. Watching Damon eat was like watching a toddler eat his mom’s spaghetti. He was so messy and wasted so much of the delicious crimson liquid. There was probably a whole pint or two scattered all of his torso, the ground and his face. Corina was much neater when she ate. She never wasted a single drop and she was careful with the bodies. For some reason, she hated messing up bodies or breaking bones when feeding. It was unnecessary in her opinion. When he finished and looked up at her, with blood staining parts of his face and torso, Corina could not hold back a smile. She gazed at the body as he held it up. Yet again he had managed to mangle it up. The neck was broken and it seemed a few other bones were too.
Corina took the body and felt that the heart was still pumping. The girl was still alive. Most vampyres would have made sure to kill the person before feeding but Corina really did not care at this point. She slit the artery in her arm and sipped the blood through it like someone would sip a drink through a straw. There was only about half a liter left in the girl but that was all Corina wanted to claim.
When Corina finished she stood and stared at the body. She was completely dead now. Corina was as clean as ever, which was something she could not say for Damon. He was messier than she thought and he had gotten his pants all bloody. Her head tilted to the side a little and Corina seemed to go off into space for a moment. This look was almost always a warning that something bad was going to happen. Damon was too occupied with trying to lick his elbow to notice. A slight smirk crept across Corina’s face and she took a few steps toward Damon. Her head tilted to the side again and she looked with blank eyes into his. She stood completely still.
A sound like two marble slates slapping together but ten times louder echoed through the city rooftops. The source of such a sound was Corina's hand slamming on Damon's cheek. She hit him with enough speed and force to confuse a smarter being. Within the next second, she had kicked Damon into the nearest solid object, nearly sending him all the way through it. She watched his starled expression as he tried to understand what had just happened. Corina pouted and moved toward him step by step.
"Oh, Damon, look at what you did." She snorted and sat at his feet, still pouting. "You really should try to be more careful. I simply would not be able to handle it if you were to get hurt."Corina threw herself on Damon and wrapped him in a tight embrace, almost like a mother would her child. Then she stood him up and wiped off little bits of dust and debris off him that had come from the bricks his body smashed on impact. "Look at you, darling. You're a mess. Tsk, tsk."
Corina stood and took another look at him. She now knew exactly what he was going to wear and she was sure he would be pleased with her selection. But first, Damon would need a shower. A shower. Damon never understood the point of soap so Corina always had to help him. The thought of a shower reminded her of one she had earlier and it caused her to smirk. She had wondered whether or not Damon still remembered her step by step instructions on how to..... "Let's go. We both need to get cleaned up and disguised and if we don't move quickly we'll be late. The carnival has already started."
So Corina took Damon back to the place they were staying at, and they had a few very epics moments. One included Corina slapping Damon, for the second time that day, because he had somehow confused the bra laying with her clothes for a double-barrel slingshot.
We are now interrupting this post in order to bring you a flashback of pure WIN.
"Damon, you're getting me all wet!"
"Maybe if you weren't in the way you wouldn't be. HEY! Don't do that!"
"Stop being a ninny, you can't do it by yourself."
"OW MY EYE!"
"Maybe if you would stop squirming around it wouldn't be in your eye!"
"Erm.... Corina... can I try it by myse-"
"NO. You'll slip and mess up, just like last time and get it in your eyes again."
"..... Can I at least play with the rubber duck again? .... I like it."
And there’s more…
While fighting over the rubber duckie, Damon slipped and tried to grab Corina’s arm to stabilize himself. Corina, surprised by this action, fell into the tub with him. Water splashed everywhere, the rubber duckie disappeared, and Damon whined while laying atop the angry and recently tackled Corina. He could have saved himself by simply getting off her… but he took no notice to the fact that his naked body was on hers… and grabbed the rubber duckie. He squeezed it, the duckie squeaked, and he chuckled like a toddler. Needless to say, his next few moments were not very fun.
Flashback of Win is over. Until next time!
Corina dressed herself in a jean miniskirt, a long dark purple sweater with a white tank under it and white sneakers. Damon was allowed to wear a sweatshirt and some loose jeans; it was an outfit he was more than happy to wear. She stood and watched the carnival scene unfold with Damon sitting on the bench next to her. There were more people present than she expected and she was not sure whether or not that was a good thing. She could also sense wolves but it was not easy to tell exactly where with all of the scents of the people and carnival mingling so much. Both Corina and Damon looked as human as ever, since she had used a bit of makeup to tone down the vampyric beauty, so there was nothing to worry about. Beside the fact, the wolves would not hunt unless they were given reason. Taking Damon’s hand, corina lead him through the carnival so they could begin their ’date’.
