*Mika*
Calming myself down was easier said than done, but at least I was able to wander the manor.
I just learned the existence of vampires, after all, in quite a scary fashion. It wasn’t the owner of this manor chewing on my neck, granted, even if I sort of wished it was. Wincing, I walked through the halls, heading in the direction of the library, intending on losing myself in there.
None of this made any sense.
Why did I feel excited in his arms? Frightened to tears, yes. I thought I was going to die there. Evidently, my body worked out what was going on before then, because the image of Percival sinking his fangs into my neck like he had with that woman was something my mind kept wanting to happen. When I figured out I wasn’t going to die, my mind started racing. I felt his teeth, he’d almost bitten me. How would that have felt?