[ they're pretty fucked up, he knows, but it doesn't matter. they're on their way from another building blown apart, driving from down the highway to another town with unguarded banks that hasn't heard of them yet. and even if they have heard, they're not ready.
heine has the window on his side rolled down, elbow on the inside of the door. (she wouldn't let him drive.) ]
[jennifer sighs through her nose, pursing her lips. she knows there's a gas station in two miles. they have it marked on their map (which is poking out from the glove compartment from jennifer having messily shoved it in before nearly driving them off the road). she remembers. it's the only thing that's keeping her from taking a bite from heine's arm.
she can hear his blood pumping and it's making her stomach groan. she's starving. she's not even sure if she can make it the two miles, but at least she's trying. that's what really matters, right?]
I know. God, you're like a broken record. Can't you make normal conversation, or something?
[ it's the thought that counts! or something like that. heine has no such sentiments, and just grunts noncommittally. he's not good at conversation, especially not when he can hear the tenseness in her voice. ]
...the weather's nice.
[ the sarcasm is so strong. heine glances at her sideways. ]
I will. You might not. [she chuckles,] I'm just being honest.
[last time they -- she -- got desperate, they had to burn their car down and steal another one. heine ended up okay (he always is) but the leather seats had been ruined and her clothes had to join the fire as well.]
Ugh. Shut up. I feel disgusting. Just shut up before I rip your tongue out.
[she makes a face, purposefully going out of her way to turn her head to look at heine. it's a bad idea. she shouldn't have done that. the veins in his skin pop out to her like some kind of great, exotic river, as if she's meant to drink from it.
a car's honk snaps her out of it, jolting her from her daze. she had been on the other side of the road for a good few seconds. she can totally make it.]
[ feeling her gaze on him, he shifts with slight discomfort, crossing his arms. then the minivan in the other lane honks, displaying great annoyance at the fact that they're driving down the wrong side of the road. ]
Shit—!
[ he didn't even notice until the car honked, which speaks volumes about his attentiveness... heine grabs his knees for a second, then scowls. ]
Drive faster or pull over.
[ there's an emergency pullaway on the side of the highway. he doesn't think she'll make two miles. ]
Um, last time I drove faster you told me to slow down, and then a cop pulled us over. And I'm not pulling over yet. Two miles isn't even that far away.
[she can handle this (at least that's what she's telling herself). some say that patience is a virtue, but she's not feeling to virtuous right now and she could really use some organs. and blood. maybe everything. mostly everything.]
There's a difference between driving faster and breaking the law.
[ uh, with these two... not really.
heine is nice enough to not mention that they've multiple signs, and just shrugs slightly as they pass the sign saying 1.5 miles to the next rest stop. they really are almost there, but he's feeling trepidation about her ability to last another five minutes. ]
[there's no difference. ever. they either break the law or they don't. it's that simple.
it's really a good thing he's keeping his mouth shut, though. she just wants to gnaw everything off by this point. it's like she comes down with a nasty cold before she needs more blood. there's nothing about that that's fun-- she likes to be pretty, not gross and normal looking.]
[ he finally just rolls his eyes and slouches back in his seat, crossing his arms. he can see her starting to change, the effects of her not having fed in a while, and it's just as weird as it always is.
he's still half-tempted to provoke her more, but... he'll keep hims mouth shut for now. hopefully they'll reach the gas station before any murder occurs! ]
[the few minutes it takes to get to the gas station and not rip heine's neck out are very long minutes. but jennifer makes it, forces herself to chew on the inside of her cheek instead. she's like a god, for christ's sake. she can handle this.
the only problem is she can only handle so much. as soon as their car so much as touches the driveway of the gas station, she nearly speeds into the pumps. she pulls the emergency break up and turns, tires screeching into the pavement before an abrupt and bumpy stop.
she leaves the keys and her wallet in the car- doesn't so much as look at heine, when she rushes into the station. whoever is inside is completely and utterly fucked, by this point.]
[ heine keeps quiet for the rest of the ride, amazingly, only occasionally drumming his fingertips on the inside of the door. he only grips at the seat in mild stress when she very nearly crashes the car and rushes out of the car.
geez. he sighs and gets out of the passenger side, ignoring anything happening inside the gas station in favor of reparking the car nearer to the pumps. he opens the fuel door and fills up the tank, leaning back against the door and watching the window of the gas station with distant interest. maybe he'll even see some blood from here. ]
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eheh ok this is it
these two crack me up so here we go
heine has the window on his side rolled down, elbow on the inside of the door. (she wouldn't let him drive.) ]
Gas station in two miles.
[ they need to refuel, in more ways than one. ]
yassss
she can hear his blood pumping and it's making her stomach groan. she's starving. she's not even sure if she can make it the two miles, but at least she's trying. that's what really matters, right?]
I know. God, you're like a broken record. Can't you make normal conversation, or something?
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...the weather's nice.
[ the sarcasm is so strong. heine glances at her sideways. ]
You gonna make it?
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[last time they -- she -- got desperate, they had to burn their car down and steal another one. heine ended up okay (he always is) but the leather seats had been ruined and her clothes had to join the fire as well.]
Ugh. Shut up. I feel disgusting. Just shut up before I rip your tongue out.
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Just keep your eyes on the road.
[ he is saying this despite being an incredibly shitty driver, himself. ]
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[she makes a face, purposefully going out of her way to turn her head to look at heine. it's a bad idea. she shouldn't have done that. the veins in his skin pop out to her like some kind of great, exotic river, as if she's meant to drink from it.
a car's honk snaps her out of it, jolting her from her daze. she had been on the other side of the road for a good few seconds. she can totally make it.]
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Shit—!
[ he didn't even notice until the car honked, which speaks volumes about his attentiveness... heine grabs his knees for a second, then scowls. ]
Drive faster or pull over.
[ there's an emergency pullaway on the side of the highway. he doesn't think she'll make two miles. ]
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[she can handle this (at least that's what she's telling herself). some say that patience is a virtue, but she's not feeling to virtuous right now and she could really use some organs. and blood. maybe everything. mostly everything.]
There's a sign. We're literally almost there.
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[ uh, with these two... not really.
heine is nice enough to not mention that they've multiple signs, and just shrugs slightly as they pass the sign saying 1.5 miles to the next rest stop. they really are almost there, but he's feeling trepidation about her ability to last another five minutes. ]
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[there's no difference. ever. they either break the law or they don't. it's that simple.
it's really a good thing he's keeping his mouth shut, though. she just wants to gnaw everything off by this point. it's like she comes down with a nasty cold before she needs more blood. there's nothing about that that's fun-- she likes to be pretty, not gross and normal looking.]
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he's still half-tempted to provoke her more, but... he'll keep hims mouth shut for now. hopefully they'll reach the gas station before any murder occurs! ]
omf im back from outer space
the only problem is she can only handle so much. as soon as their car so much as touches the driveway of the gas station, she nearly speeds into the pumps. she pulls the emergency break up and turns, tires screeching into the pavement before an abrupt and bumpy stop.
she leaves the keys and her wallet in the car- doesn't so much as look at heine, when she rushes into the station. whoever is inside is completely and utterly fucked, by this point.]
wb
geez. he sighs and gets out of the passenger side, ignoring anything happening inside the gas station in favor of reparking the car nearer to the pumps. he opens the fuel door and fills up the tank, leaning back against the door and watching the window of the gas station with distant interest. maybe he'll even see some blood from here. ]