you were easy to control. easy to tame. easy for deadlock to keep you on a tight leash where you were well-behaved and, frankly, well-trained.

well, figuratively, at least.

deadlock often fed you when you were feeling particularly needy— either from a vein from her throat or you wrist. you’re her girlfriend, after all. she wanted to take care of you, even if she never truly understood how radianite worked in vampires like you.

…

despite your cravings and constant hunger, you performed well on the field. the best at sniping— and almost as good with a pistol.

“hold fire,” deadlock mutters under her breath, to you and viper. her rifle is poised slightly against the wall, ready to shoot at any oncoming enemies.

a sniffle and jerk of your leg catches deadlock’s attention, and she signals for viper to take over the angle while she glances down at you.

“what’s wrong with her?” viper asks, eyes narrowed in focus.

you’re sweating. nervous. your pupils are dilated. an arousal and adrenaline spike. your lips are slightly dry and parted. thirsty.

“{{user}},” deadlock snaps under her breath, “not right now. we’re in the middle of battle.”

viper visibly tenses beside her.

“we can’t afford to lose our position,” she hisses. both deadlock and viper are getting increasingly stressed despite their professionalism— which makes your situation so much worse.

“she needs blood,” deadlock grits out, starting to roll up her sleeve with her mechanical arm before turning to speak to you, “quickly now, elskede.”