You're Killing Me (Robert, Bella) - Bella's Castle

She was only gone for maybe half an hour. When she pulled back up and stepped out of the vehicle, this time, she had a rather damaged and torpored Robert slung over her shoulder.

"Robert!" She cried, running up to the two of them. Her clove had fallen to the ground, smoke coming up from the gravel. "Where was he? What happened?"

She shook her head.

"Not sure on the details and all that. But what say we wake him up and find out?"

She nodded, guiding the two inside. She had Ra'i lay Robert down gently on the floor, then slit her wrist with her nail and brought the bleeding wound to his mouth.

As Bella started to pour blood into Robert's mouth, she pressed her palms against Robert's stomach. There, she forced the blood fed to him by Bella into action, to heal him.


(Blood Rage)

The most serious of Roberts wounds began to knit itself closed, slowly the flesh sealed itself and Robert jolted upright, roaring in pain, his eyes darting around the room in panic. It took him a moment to recognize the two people with him, and when he did he fell backwards again, his eyes shutting.

She didn't seem to be in the least surprised by his reaction or disturbed.

"Morning sunshine," she said cheerfully.

He grumbled in response.

She smirked. Then she looked at the Malkavian.

"You got it from here?"

She jumped a bit at his reaction, seeming to ignore Ra'i as she leaned down to gently trace her hand over his forehead. ."Robert, do you need to drink more..?" Curiosity could wait.

He opened his eyes to look up at her face, his smile returning, as he nodded slowly. "Thank you Bella."

She offered him a gentle smile back, offering her wrist once more.

Robert wrapped his lips around her wrist and sunk his teeth into her flesh. And there he lay for few minutes gently, slowly savoring the taste of her as he rested.

Cue the quiet, creeping exit of the Sheriff. Which was more like stepping slightly away and just disappearing, but you get the point.

She gently ran her hand over his hair for a moment, before oulling that hand back. There were no indications of wanting him to stop, seeming content to let him feed until he was full.

He stopped after a few more moments, his tongue sealing closed the wound he had created. His hand touched her cheek lightly, "Again, thank you." He smiled warmly and contentedly.

"Of course... " She tilted her head, a gentle look over her features. "Can.. you tell me what happened..?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I went to go apologize to Grace. The Prince guaranteed my life in the sake of it, so I took the risk." He shrugged, "She wasn't very welcome to an apology it seems, beat me senseless."

A look came over her pretty features as if she had eaten something foul. "So... the Elder Gangrel let a Neonate Caitiff get under her skin?"

Robert chuckled, bringing his hand up and holding his thumb and forefinger just a little apart. "Just a little." He winked cheerfully.

Oh. She was not amused, so said the bitter look over her face.

"So rather than brush it off, or even attack you politically, she acted herself like a neonate."

Robert shrugged, "Yeah, pretty much."

Her eyes burned with rage, a look Robert knew only when she was on the verge of frenzy. She let her wrist close up, her gaze distant. "That bitch.."

Robert touched her cheek lightly, "Bella..." His tone was soft and warm, "No need to be hasty, just enjoy us."

"I still can't. There are still demons."