Sado + Zero's Home - Wednesday, 1:40pm
“To be fair, Chriss, you showed up at her house completely under a spell. Who knows what you said, did or even how you looked at that time.” He knew how he looked. Like his father when Ashton was under Demonic possession. He could vaguely remember the orange haze that had plagued his vision the other night.
“That’s why I said I made a mistake. She probably doesn’t want to be near me again.”
In a small sense, Sado knew what her brother was going through. Something similiar happened between her and Zero that she hadn’t spoken of to many people. When a Vampire fed from you, it could go either way. It could just be a moment of satisfaction or it could become something more possessive. More deadly. When she first fed from Zero, she nearly lost herself. Not just because of the act, but because in order for her to feel comfortable doing it, they were in the midst of an intimate moment.
She could have hurt him. Drained him. There were still times when a territorial sense would come over Sado but she never showed it around Zero. She didn’t want to turn him off by claiming him as, “hers.”
Sometimes feeling something to strong for someone, could be detrimental for the both of you. “You don’t know that for sure. All of this is still fresh. It just happened. Give her time to process. Let her reach out to you when she’s ready.”