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gets in truck and drives off 

Dhalia: sigh are you okay? I am so sorry, I’m sorry you got involved in whatever that was. My dads crazy, more than I thought I guess….I’m really sorry….I wasn’t expecting him to like you though…although I don’t understand why my mom was so…blank…like, normally she gets frustrated with him, or exhausted by him, and they spend time apart a lot when that happens. And then she’d go sit by the lake until everything was ok again. I thought she would stick up for me. I don’t know…hmm?...uhh, I think I recognized some people there. I don’t know…I didn’t really want to look at anyone. Ugh, I didn’t want anyone to look at me. I didn’t have my mask. shuddery sigh yeah I know I need to work on that but this was not the time for it…uhh, yeah I’ll check for your wallet, you thinking motel then? Yeah, okay…Fuck, this is so stupid. My mom called it a ritual yeah. What the hell was that guy saying in that language? Like what were they-oh I found it. We’re good. sigh yeah um. I have seen that guy before, he’s one of the few humans that hangs out with my dad…What all happened when I was out? You said they wanted me to drink your blood, like, all of it? Or in what way?...a little bit of blood? That’s it? And this was all for what? To help with my hunger or something? Ugh they don’t, know me. They don’t know what I’m capable of. I drank from you on accident what twice? 2 times and I’m deemed some kind of threat…my dad never talked about going through something like this as a kid, but he also never talks to me at all, about anything. Other than vague crap that I don’t understand, so maybe this wasn’t new for him. Although his attitude was weird. Almost nice. He seemed fond of you. sigh I mean if he thinks this was a thing I needed, that’s one thing, I just need to get it through his thick skull that I don’t need this, I don’t want this. I mean I haven’t hurt you. Right? You don’t feel hurt by me, do you?...

 Dhalia: Cause I guess if anything, I’d be the most worried about you. Its not like I want all the blood in the world, just a little bit, once in a while. That’s all. And if you don’t mind doing that, then it shouldn’t be an issue needing a fucking ritual, or whatever the hell that was. angry sigh gets teary ugh….no I’m not crying…I’m mad. Its like 1 in the morning…this whole thing felt very unfair to me…thank you for doing this by the way. For getting me out of there and carrying me and for helping me stay somewhere else for the night. I feel like we haven’t even been dating that long and, my family's' crazy, but you’re really kind to me. Despite all that. I love you. A lot. sigh I don’t want to keep dwelling on it, but does it make sense to you that drinking blood would help me suppress my bloodthirst? Hmm…unless, I don’t know, something about what that guy was saying meant that it would make me dislike the taste or something…who knows …what? You’re looking at me like you’re not telling me something…ha, I know that look, my mom does that shit too. Don’t keep stuff from me okay? What is it?...what?...He said I wasn’t going to survive? Like if I hadn’t taken any of your blood I wouldn’t have survived?...well that was a lie. Right? I’m right here. Well now I have no idea what the hell was actually true and what wasn’t. Why would he lie? Wait! Wait hold on, you grabbed me and ran off even though my dad said I would die? You motherfucker….