#bittencold

                                𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛    𝚏𝚘𝚛  :   @bittencold​  .

                                               ❝      𝐲𝐨𝐮     𝐡𝐚𝐝     𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞     to     call     the     police      ,      why    𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵     you     ?    ❞

@bittencold    /      ❛  please don't think so loudly. its very . . . distracting. ❜ ♡

@bittencold​ said   :   🔴 gimme.   |   (  blood lust  /  accepting !!  )

11. your  muse  helping  my  muse  clean  blood  off  of  them.

        𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 Edward has decided to join her on a hunt; though, all things considered, Jane is never particularly happy to begin with. She seemed exceptionally moody as she ran through the forest, a blur of striking blonde hair and lithe figure, perhaps attempting to lose him in the maze of trees — a futile attempt, of course.

        She quickly catches on to the scent of a mountain lion nearby and it is only a matter of seconds that tick by before she’s pouncing on the creature, sinking her teeth into its jugular without even bothering to break its neck first. There’s an exquisite sort of beauty in death, in the final moments before the light fades from the lion’s eyes, voracious struggling coming to an abrupt stop. Not far off, she hears what sounds like a crackle of lightning  — the impact as Edward takes down his own meal  — but Jane pays him no mind. 

        It is only when he approaches her minutes later, that she finally acknowledges him. She is sated and full and licking the excess blood that coats her fingers, deceptively youthful. Jane turns her head towards him, sees the grimace on his face, and smirks. She must look possessed; hair wild and eyes bright amber  — having not quite completed the transition to the ‘vegetarian’ lifestyle. Blood drips from her chin and onto the dark hem of her dress. The scene could have almost been comical had she not just killed an animal for its blood. Jane always did enjoy playing with her food.