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The gun between the two meant nothing. Anti knew it as he stared at Jameson. The mustached man's hands were shaking, something that didn’t happen often, which made the rifle in his hands shake as well. He didn't, couldn’t, say anything, not that words needed to be spoken. The gun was a warning, don’t step closer it screamed. Not that the virus would listen.
“Now, now puppet..” Anti’s voice was smooth, calming and it shouldn’t have been. Green eyes stared into Jameson’s soul like he was nothing more than a doll, a puppet meant to come to his masters every wish and command. The virus watched as the human's eyes screwed shut, the gun firing moments later, though the bullet ended up nothing more than a hole in the wall.
Jameson felt him before he heard him. A hand around his waist pulling him against a body that was too warm to be human and a hand in his hair pulling it harshly so his head was held back against the monster’s shoulder, neck exposed. “Put the gun down Jamie,” The virus muttered and the human couldn’t help but give in. Even if he wanted to fight, and he did want to fight right? He couldn’t his head filling with static making it feel like this was all a dream.
Anti nosed at Jameson’s neck taking a deep breath in savoring the smell of his food. Jameson smelt like fresh cut wood and sawdust, signs he had been working on making new puppets, along with that almost sour smell that came from wood glue, and of course now gunpowder.
“I don’t have to be cruel you know, if you just listen, relax, you won’t die.” The monster muttered softly, placing a kiss against the human’s neck and Anti could feel his racing heart beat against his lips. “After all, how could I kill my favorite puppet?” He purred this time peppering Jameson’s neck in soft kisses, playing with his food.
The dapper man tried to struggle but his limbs felt too heavy. Everything felt too heavy, and the more this went on the more TV static replaced his thoughts.
“That’s it, relax, I’ll take care of everything you know I will.” The hand that was around Jameson’s waist moved up, undoing buttons of his vest. He didn’t think about it though he didn’t think about much as his eyes started to gloss over. “There we go~” Anti purred, kissing Jameson’s cheek before making his way down his neck dragging his teeth gently against the skin but not enough to break it, not yet at least. Once the vest was open he undid the top buttons of Jameson’s shirt and his tie before pulling back his shirt exposing the crook of his neck where he bit down.
Jameson’s mouth opened in a silent cry of pain as the monster's teeth easily cut through his skin, warm blood filling Anti’s mouth. Jameson’s blood tasted a lot like most human’s blood, metallic with a soft sweetness to it that was more of an after taste then anything else.
When Anti pulled back from the bite he licked at the blood that pooled up from the wound. “My pretty, pretty puppet.” He purred before kissing Jameson forcing the human to taste his own blood on the monster's lips.