Garnet had certainly never had to kill before either, and she’s definitely not the one that needs to eat here. She almost begins to argue further, but deep down she knows that it would be hopeless. Which does she prefer, this sobbing mess of a woman or the monster she shifts into to kill? Which one would she rather appease? Part of her does want to help this woman, but the other part of her is still scared she’s going to change again.
She tries to mentally detach herself from the situation as she turns to head to the kitchen, and after everything that’s happened so far, it’s sort of working. She tells herself she has no choice, tells herself she’ll be the one to die if she doesn’t do as this vampire asks. She doesn’t feel like that’s a lie, as she’s becoming more and more certain that the longer the vampire goes without food, the more likely she is to shift back into a monster again to get what she needs.
She’s barely able to keep it together as she grabs a small knife, hand shaking violently. She tries to focus on steadying her hand, on just getting this over with, tries to focus on anything but the reality of what she’s doing. It works just barely long enough, her detachment serving her until the knife hits resistance. But by that point, the deed is done. Garnet pulls back and the knife drops clattering to the floor as she lurches over to the sink to vomit violently into it.
She’s significantly more of a mess when she returns to the living room, now shaking so much from the cumulation of blood loss, nausea, and fear that she’s not certain how she’s walking. She deposits the dead cat in front of the vampire, hastily taking a few steps back and crossing her trembling arms once she does so. “Please eat it now,” she begs, the threat of tears evident in her voice. She doesn’t want what she’s done to be for nothing. The cat's sacrifice needs to help the both of them.
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She tries to mentally detach herself from the situation as she turns to head to the kitchen, and after everything that’s happened so far, it’s sort of working. She tells herself she has no choice, tells herself she’ll be the one to die if she doesn’t do as this vampire asks. She doesn’t feel like that’s a lie, as she’s becoming more and more certain that the longer the vampire goes without food, the more likely she is to shift back into a monster again to get what she needs.
She’s barely able to keep it together as she grabs a small knife, hand shaking violently. She tries to focus on steadying her hand, on just getting this over with, tries to focus on anything but the reality of what she’s doing. It works just barely long enough, her detachment serving her until the knife hits resistance. But by that point, the deed is done. Garnet pulls back and the knife drops clattering to the floor as she lurches over to the sink to vomit violently into it.
She’s significantly more of a mess when she returns to the living room, now shaking so much from the cumulation of blood loss, nausea, and fear that she’s not certain how she’s walking. She deposits the dead cat in front of the vampire, hastily taking a few steps back and crossing her trembling arms once she does so. “Please eat it now,” she begs, the threat of tears evident in her voice. She doesn’t want what she’s done to be for nothing. The cat's sacrifice needs to help the both of them.