Fora frowned and true panic started to kick in. She started to hyperventilate and her blood started to warm up. She then started to try hitting him to with her other hand. "STOP!" She snapped at him and managed to move her wrist a bit. Though this caused his sunk in teeth to slice her skin a little deeper. "OW!"
He growled once more, his killer instincts only doubling down as she tried to get away from him. Still, her panic and shrieks reached his conscious mind and he tried to fight himself. His grip on her wrist faltered a little as he struggled to regain control of himself.
Fora managed to yank her arm away from him and then gasped a little. She looked at him and ran off to the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and locked it. She then looked at her bleeding wrist and sniffled. "Ow......" She cried out softly as her wrist stung.
He instinctively chased after her, slamming himself against the bathroom door. He pressed his forehead against the wood and growled again with frustration, breathing heavily as he slowly composed himself.
Fora sat on the floor, wrapping a hand towel around her wrist. She then let out a startled yelp when Sam slammed against the door. "Sam! Stop it!" She cried and then started to shake a little bit. Mayhe he was right. There was no way this could work. "Y-You have to find yourself....."
He licked the last bits of her blood off his lips and squeezed his eyes shut. He knew she was right. He had to get a hold of himself.
Fora sniffled and wiped her eyes. "You have to let me know when you are okay." She said and then went to grab another hand towel for her wrist. "Can you even hear me?"
He nodded slowly, realised she couldn't hear that, and gave a soft 'yes'. His breathing was still shallow as he slowly pushed himself off of the door. "Fora... I'm sorry," was all he could say right now. He was still coming back to himself.
Fora nodded her head and sniffled. "Its okay...." She whispered and wiped her eyes again. "You were just hungry...." She whispered and then let out a sigh of relief as her wrist finally quit breathing. "Am I safe to come out?"
"No," he admitted, forcing himself to take more steps back. "Not yet."
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