"Him, that man, the one listening." He..
My hand raises befor emy face, my eyes wode.
"He says he won['t hurt us. Wants to talk, wants to know, to learn." The release is sudden, though I feel him trying to cushion it. I then do collapse.
"He is a Changeling, or what we use to call them. He has been genetically changed, or something. You intrigue him. For he has never known one of you, us, to not kill." It becomes to much. Kill, to kill, changed or not. I was human still in heart. I cry, her arms enfolding me. now it is her turn to comfort. This last day having been too much for me.
I gasp out words, ragged, broken but she seems to understand what I am saying.
"He could have used me to kill you, but does not want it. I heard him say that, but more importantly, he meant it. He has watched you before, many times." I feel calmer, in her arms, her presence reassuring me this wasn't a dream.
I release the young one, going gently back into myself. I can sense she is scared & confused, so I fall back into the night & walk back to my car. getting in I drive back to my hotel room for some rest.
She tells me of the Robert guy and then collapses in my arms. I cuddle her playing with her hair. "Shhhhhh, no more. Sleep, until tonight, then we will find out what is going on." I hold her as she falls asleep in my arms.
He had better not hurt her or he will have me to contend with, is the last thought I think before drifting off to my own dreamless sleep.
OOC I am confused, isn't it Caleb? Ort Robert. Help.....
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We lie silent, and softly I drift off, in her arms. My sleep untroubled, still and calm.
I awaken in the early evening, surprised at my length of rest. My body had adjusted to few hours sleep, snatched here and there.
She slept still. i slipped out, and used the bathroom. Still she slept. Standing watching her I felt safe, warm, love, lust. Then left her to rest, not knowing her habits.
Wandering from room to room. Each one more tastefully decorated then the one before. The art pieces, the stuff she had collected over the years had turned an ordinary house into a museum, but what a place. Comfort still above all.
I would make us dinner. But the thought of food made me ill. She had told me that.
Coffee? yes, and rummaged, but nothing. Okay, tea? Yes. heating the water and settling on the couch with my cup, wrapped in a blanket I had found and reading a book off the shelf. Finding myself drifting, setting the cup down and falling back into rest. This time, not dreamless.
Just before the sun sets I arrive back at the vampires home. The lock is pathetically easy to pick, & all the minds inside are dreaming, so I know I am safe.
I sit in the recliner by the fireplace, facing the room my back to the wall.
The yong woman is sleeping on the couch, but she will wake soon, her mind is stirring.
I am uncomfortable, and waken stiff. Stretching, the blanket dropping off my nude body. The chill in the air feeling good.
I stand and stretch up, reaching high, then twist and work the kinks out.
I feel a presense. Not in this room, but somewhere close, warning at my mind. I awake with a start. She is not with me. The man. "Fella Fella dear." Warning in my voice. "Where are you?" I jump from the bed, running towards the living area.
" I apologize for startling you ladies, but I doubt you would have answered the door. In any case, i have seen naked women before"
" I am here to talk with you, not to attack or hurt you."
"Get out. Now. Or I will call the Authorities. Get out." Fella says.
** I said I would not harm you, now please let me say what i have to say.**
She clumsily throws up a shield, forcing me out... for the moment.
" you have more problems than me, for another hunter was in that bar, & this one is not out to save humanity, but to cleanse those he doesn't understand. He is a religous zealot with a taste for killing. & he is close"
"now, why don't you two get dressed. you are very distracting. "
I look at lamia: "& do something about Fella, her hunger is growing, even though she doesn't feel it... yet."
"Yes, her hunger is growing fast. And since you are the only one with fresh blood, why don't you get her a taste?"
Then back to Fella, "Come dear, lets get you dressed and a bag, for it will keep your stregnth up until we find some fresh. Would you want to go hunting tonight, or should I bring someone back for you?"
Laughing at her new found confidence, "Fella, come, lets get dressed. No one will hurt me. I am sure of it. Others have hunted, but none have suceeded. Now, lets get you some food."
I walk her to my room, grabbing us each a sarong to wrap around our bodies then pull her to the kitchen to get her a drink. "Here, drink. You do not want to loose your stregnth." Then to our intruder. "Why did you come here?"
Moving to the kitchen door, i say:
"The last Vampire he killed was almost like you. He usually did not kill, but sometimes his beast took over. he was a historian. I was helping him overcome his bloodlust, & it was working. Then The Prophet found him. Do you know what he did?"
"he caught him in the daytime, slumbering. First he nailed him to a cross of ash with wooden stakes through his hands & feet. Then he piled his book around him, his life's work, & threw a phosperous grenade at his feet. By the time the fire department arrived, he and 9 innocents were dead from the fire. I have seen Vampires burn before. They don't stop screaming until their hearts are ash. I know, I can hear them scream even after their larynix's burn."
" I have killed vampires.. yes. I have killed the changing breed also when it was necessary, tho they usually police their own. But the greatest evils I have faced have been men.. just normal men."
" That bag is not going to do it. if you can keep her under control, i will allow her to gain her first fresh blood off me. Keep in mind that the glamors don't work on me, & if you think she will drain me, it is not going to happen. I have had that tried before."
"How do we rid ourselves of him. Since you have been here..." Tapping my head. "You know. You know what lies there." His skin calls to me, his scent on the air. His need to help.
Yes, he needs to help. it is what has fed him all these years.
"You are as lonely as us!" The thought lifted and spoken without thought. Reaching out towards him, then pulling back.
Lonely, well, she is right. I had someone a long time ago, but she is gone now, & there is nothing I can do about it.
"To answer your question, to get rid of him, you have to die. Something I am sure you are good at, since you have been around for so long."
I walk over to Fella & hold out my wrist to her. "I do not offer of myself lightly, but your need is great, & unless i judged you completely wrong, my life is safe here."
"To answer your question, to get rid of him, you have to die. Something I am sure you are good at, since you have been around for so long."
He then walks to me, holding out his hand, no, his wrist.
"I do not offer of myself lightly, but your need is great, & unless i judged you completely wrong, my life is safe here."
I only stand there, feeling stupid. Not knowing what to do as he offers his arm... his blood? To me?
"She is new to this. Here, hon, let me start this for you." I take his wrist, my fangs pulling out of their shell, wanting to take his blood as well. I bite, watching his eyes, as his blood flows to my mouth. Sweet.
I offer his wrist up to her, now that the blood is flowing free. "Take only what you need. A tradition is being born here."