#{ ch ;; kinsley hale }

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{ @tangodancer1x1​ }

By some miracle, Kinsley had been able to hide her new-found vampirism from most people. Other than other vampires and werewolves picking up on her scent, or her lack of heart-beat, she’d kept it relatively quiet. That, and she wasn’t quiet ready to talk about the events that lead to her unwilling change...but Harlow seemed to understand. Even without Kinsley saying a thing, even without her mentioning what had happened in those three months she’d been held in that basement, Harlow had always seemed to know what to say and do. That’s why, when her craving for blood had remained after an entire blood bag, she found herself knocking on Harlow’s door. She had just started rubbing her wrist, though her bruises had long since healed, when the door opened. “Hi,” she said softly. “It’s not working.” Kinsley hoped she understood what she was trying to say without having to actually say it. “And it can’t not work--not while I’m still living under the same roof as my sister. I-I...I need your help.”