The One-Shots of Hosie

Josie's Help (Part 1)

Josie helps Hope with her cravings while being a fully activated tribrid.

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With Hope 

Hope has been having trouble controlling herself when it comes down to her hunger. She's been trying to control herself, but nothing is working. Animal blood is disgusting.

Hope knows she needs human blood to survive, she's so weak right now.

Right now hope is in the old mill working out, she's wear a black sports bra with some shorts. Her wolf is angry, and her vampire side is beyond hungry.

Hope is hitting the punching bag as hard as she can.

As Hope continued to pummel the punching bag, her mind was consumed by the overwhelming thirst for blood. The scent of it lingered in the air, driving her instincts wild. The rational part of her urged restraint, reminding her of the consequences of giving in to her primal urges.

But as the hunger gnawed at her insides, it became harder to resist. The mix of wolf and vampire instincts warred within her, threatening to tear her apart. With a frustrated growl, Hope unleashed a powerful kick that sent the punching bag swinging violently.

Her control slipping, she knew she was running out of options. Desperation clawed at her as she tried to come up with a plan to sate her thirst without causing harm. But deep down, she feared that the darkness within her would soon take over, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

"Fuck!" Hope yells as dark veins form under her eyes and her fangs cuts through her gums.

"Hope?" Josie calls out.

The sweet smell of cherries and coconut. Hope's wolf is itching to get her hands on Josie. Sweet Josie, her wolf wants to mark the brunette, and her vampire side just wants one drop of sweet siphoner blood.

"Jo, you have to go." Hope said as she breathes heavily, she doesn't want to hurt Josie.

"Hope, you've been acting strange for 2 weeks, are you okay?" Josie asked softly.

Hope's eyes flickered with a dangerous glint as she struggled to maintain her composure in the presence of Josie. She could sense the fear radiating off the brunette, mingling with the tempting aroma that enveloped her. Every fiber of her being yearned to taste the sweetness of Josie's blood, to feel the power surge through her veins once more.

But she couldn't. Not with Josie.

Forcing herself to take a step back, Hope fought against her instincts as she tried to explain, "I-I can't control it, Jo. Please, just go... before I do something I'll regret." Her voice was strained, a mixture of desperation and agony lacing her words.

Josie's brow furrowed in concern, her hand reaching out tentatively towards Hope. "Whatever it is, we can figure it out together. Just talk to me," she implored, the sincerity in her eyes piercing through Hope's turmoil.

Torn between the irresistible pull of her instincts and her deep affection for Josie, Hope's eyes brimmed with tears. She took a deep breath, trying to gather the strength to say what she gut-wrenchingly needed to say.

"Jo, we can't. I'm not... myself. I need something you can't give me, and if I don't get it soon, I won't be able to control myself. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to lose you, but I can't keep fighting this on my own. I need help."

Josie's face crumbled at the confession, her heart aching for her friend. But she knew she had to be strong. Rubbing the back of her hand gently against Hope's cheek, she whispered, "We'll figure it out, together. I promise."