Jagged Edges (Zelda/PM/Invite)

[Nyla]

She can’t help but smirk at the mention of drugs. Some of her memories have become blurry, but not her memories of the days after days she spent alone after her turning thinking she was hallucinating, that the Psycho had drugged her before she’d managed to escape. This, she didn’t mention. She’d already said so much about the darker sides, mostly from her own experience, and nothing more she said on it would matter. Surely the pixie got that she was serious by now, other than the fact she thought she was hallucinating of course.

This was rather exhausting, actually. Whenever her emotions bounced back and forth through her taking her in whatever direction they saw fit it was exhausting. The worry was exhausting. The guilt was exhausting. She was sure there was still hours before the sun would be up but the thought of curling up to sleep sounded absolutely glorious. She couldn’t and didn’t do this however; instead she made do with setting her pillow off to the side and flopping her head down on it.

“It’s not all bad; I just wanted you to understand some of the downsides. I’ve always found the downsides were harder to live with than the upsides, hmm? They wouldn’t be downsides otherwise.” She rolled from her side to her back, letting her eyes close for a minute as she stretched her body out. The snaps and pops of her bones were followed by the soft content sigh of someone who’d had a long day and was finally cuddling down for the night.

A quick look over showed her that Solara was following suit, though the girl would likely actually fall asleep instead of just laying down. Her little stalker wouldn’t sleep long, she never did. Nyla often wondered if this was due to her time on the streets, never sure when or for how long she’d be safe to close her eyes. For now she was comfortable warm and safe, so she would sleep. Nyla didn’t even notice the instinctual smile that came to her lips as she watched the girl for a few moments. She would maybe always have the guilt from enthralling the girl, but she wasn’t blind to how she’d changed the girl’s life for the better.

“Let’s see…” The words were whispered, even though she wasn’t worried about waking Solara up. If anything, she found that the girl slept better if there was a familiar voice around. “So we’ve covered fast, strong and hard to kill. We heal quite fast and beyond the scope of what you do now.” Her gaze slid back to the pixie, a wry grin moving across her face as she continued. “I’ve had entire limbs grow back. It’s creepy and feels so weird I can’t even describe it, but it happens.” She tilted her head back to watch Solara for a few more minutes, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing accompanied with the somewhat relaxed tone of her body confirming Nyla’s suspicions. Good.

“We have powers, gifts, abilities… whatever you want to call them. You’ve seen some of mine already; running fast, enthralling humans. I can also turn into an animal, jump really high… I honestly don’t know everything I can do. Most of it just happens.” Her attention, once again, went back to the pixie who’s life was about to change forever. “I’ll make sure we have someone around to help you with yours from the beginning. I’m not sure which type of powers you’ll come to more easily, but whatever they are I’ll make sure you’ll be able to learn to control them from the beginning. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to just… change into a cat with barely a moment’s notice and then spend days trying to get yourself to change back?”

Nyla snorted. Of course the pixie didn’t know how that felt. Even most shifters probably didn’t know what that felt like. She wasn’t deluded to think she was the only one who didn’t have complete control, but was fairly sure that at least the majority of them had more control over it than she did. She opened her mouth to continue, but then closed her mouth again. She wanted to let this all slowly soak into the pixie – she should give her a moment to process and continue on with her questions…and her insults.

[Zelda (DELETED 4403)]

Zelda can’t understand why the blonde keeps going on about it. She’s stretched out like a housecat in front of a warm, crackling fire, as if she’s settled in for the night. Again, the choice isn’t even there. Sure, Zelda reasons; she asked the questions. The whole is it all downhill from here? statement. But she had assumed that what she’d asked was rhetorical. Her breathing is somewhat laboured as she sits there on the hard ground. Her tailbone has begun to ache, and she has to shift slightly to change the position of the bars as they dig uncomfortably into her back. Every now and again her head spins; she lost a fair bit of blood and her body wants her to sleep. But she can’t. She wouldn’t ever be able to stretch out comfortably in a cage, and anyone who expects her to is absolutely nuts. And so she remains awake, concentrating on her breathing, on the rise and fall of her chest as her wide eyes remain steadfast upon the blonde, as if she’s an anchor. And if she doesn’t have an anchor, the world will just spin completely out of control.

She’s trying to remember exactly what she said—words that she’d uttered no more than five minutes beforehand, and she can’t remember them. There’s too much already that her brain is trying to comprehend. Like the Black Cat Diner on Friday and Saturday nights—so many people, too little staff, you’ve got no time to stop and think. You just have to move from one task to the next, and most of the time you don’t complete one task before moving on to another. For hours on end your brain functions as a frazzled mess of criss-crossing wires. It still functions, but not to its full capacity. And that’s how Zelda feels, in that moment.

Of course, it’s beneficial to know what her fate might be. But this is something that’s apparently going to change her life forever. Except the blonde seems to be acting as if this is more important to her than it is to Zelda. She can’t seem to understand that Zelda doesn’t want to sit there like two girls at a slumber party, discussing all the pros and cons. She’s already said that she doesn’t want to die. She’s already said – hasn’t she? – that is doesn’t matter if she knows these things now or after. The only path she’ll choose is the one that offers her life.

And words are just words. Even while the blonde talks, Zelda’s brain wanders off on some desperate, panicked tangent. Words aren’t sticking. Information is not being absorbed. The sponge is broken, and the water’s just slipping right through. She’s got images of severed limbs. Of limbs severing while a person changes into a cat. Of bones breaking and half-cat-half-woman creatures. Of cats eating severed limbs. It’s all just a bit too much. Slowly, she begins to shake her head. The blonde hardly has time to finish her last sentence before Zelda’s voice, high-pitched with a dizzy kind of delirium, breaks free.

”I just don’t want to die, okay? Just… just don’t kill me!” she says.

”I don’t even know your name!” she adds. Why she adds it, she doesn’t know. Except it seems a bit odd, all this. All this information that the blonde seems to be imparting with the utmost gravity, as if they’re going to be bound together for… for eternity. Seems a bit odd to be leaping into something like that without even knowing the name of your… your killer. Zelda bites her tongue. Maybe this is the kind of operation where names aren’t given until afterward, for secrecy’s sake. If that’s the case, she laments the kind of ****-storm she’s stumbled into.

But then again, she laments it anyway.

[Nyla]

Something about the tone of the pixie’s voice made her pause. Damnit. Was the girl in shock? Damn..

“Alright Pixie. You’re not going to die.” Nyla had no idea what was going through the girl’s mind and body with all the adrenaline that was most likely coursing through her system. Part of her wanted to find a way to wait, at least until the next night. She wanted to let the girl sleep on the information, hoping maybe that would help her really process it. The other part of her thought it would be best to get this over with as soon as possible. She should turn her now.

The sigh that escaped her lips was more resigned than anything. She waited a moment before standing and making her way outside of the gated off corner of the trailer. The whole time she routed through one of the cabinet drawers she kept her focus on waiting for a sound to come from the pixie girl, something to signify that she was making yet another run for it. Nyla admired the attitude, actually, even if she couldn’t let her get away.

She found what she was looking for, finally. The blade wasn’t very long or very good but it was crazy sharp. She had several weapons that she’d found that she would most likely never use for hunting as she was fairly sure they wouldn’t be able to stand the pressure, but she hadn’t wanted to sell them for one reason or another.

She waited, kneeling on the ground in front of the cabinet with the knife in her hand for just a moment. She breathed in and then let it back out again. Her free hand moved to the spot where she’d been stabbed, remembering the pain of it when she’d woken up. She wished she knew the quickest and most painless way to do this, but she didn’t. She didn’t even know what wounds would be sufficient enough for a turning and which ones would just be inconvenient. The only wound she knew for sure would work was the one the Psycho had given her.

I don’t want to do this. She chanted it over and over in her head as she stood up and made her way back into her ritual’s room, kneeling back in front of the pixie girl. The girl had asked for her name, but there’d be plenty of time for that later. She couldn’t lose her nerve now.

Dark eyes lifted to meet the pixie’s barely a moment before her hand was lashing out at the girl, aiming for the general direction of her side. She felt the resistance in the blade, but it was sharp. She felt like it was in slow motion as the pixie’s flesh gave way to the blade; to her wielding the blade. She didn’t dare look, even as she felt her fingers brush against warm sticky skin.

She didn’t look away from the pixie girl’s face as she forced the blade down, slicing her way through the skin opening the wound even further. The warm sticky substance was all over her hand as she tore the knife out of the wound and brought it up to her own forearm, slicing deep enough that the wound would take a few minutes to heal at least.

She didn’t force the wound at the girl’s mouth, but moved it close enough that it wouldn’t take her much to get to it. “If you want to survive this, then drink; otherwise you will die.” Please drink. Please don’t give up. Please don’t leave. She didn’t say it; didn’t beg. All she could do was hope, even as the seconds continued to pass as if they were hours. The attack hadn’t even taken a moment, but in her mind that first plunge had happened so very long ago.

[Zelda (DELETED 4403)]

Zelda is curious, of course, when the blonde stands and exits the cage. She’s curious in a desperate, horrified kind of way—the way a person will stare at a car crash or watch carnage on the news because there’s this force keeping them from looking away. It’s not that anyone really wants to see blood, guts and gore. No one wants to see a person who could be their next door neighbour mangled and broken between torn metal and smashed glass. But there’s this indefinable entity within that forces them to look anyway. Maybe humanity hasn’t grown quite as much as it thinks it has. Maybe they were all still just little toddlers just out of the womb of the world, far too curious about what makes them all tick for their own good. Far too curious about death, really, as if it’s a thing that can be learned. A thing that can be mastered and conquered, like man once mastered and conquered fire. And the wheel. Maybe if they observe it long enough, they can start to see how it works.

It is in this way that Zelda watches the blonde. Instinctively, she knows that whatever the blonde is rooting around for, it can’t be good. Though this instinctual knowledge goes against the last words the blonde had uttered: You’re not going to die.

Those words, too, echo in complete contradiction to the item that the blonde has retrieved from her little treasure chest hunt. The dim light in the caravan glints from the shining surface of the blade. Zelda’s heart ricochets a frantic beat in her chest; words are stolen from her as her lips fall open, bottom one trembling just a little. It’s only as the blonde kneels down in front of her that she gathers the nerve to retain at least a little of her attitude. Her lips shut only so that she can talk.

”…I’m not a ******* p—“

And that’s all she can manage before she’s doubling over in pain, the sharp and meaningless rebuttal smothered by a ragged gasp (she’s not really averse to being called ‘Pixie’. She quite likes it, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say). Her body wants to fall forward, but as it does so, it only pushes the blade in deeper. And so she continues to gasp, to fight for breath that’s not coming, her eyes glistening with a sudden eruption of tears. But it isn’t over.

Zelda’s hand flies out and grasps the blonde’s shoulder, fingers curling into claws as the knife is forced deeper. A strangled shout finally makes it past the gasping and the trapped bubbles of air. It tears from the redhead’s throat like an beast on the run; the last effort at a battle cry. The only thing she can think is that she lied. The ******* blonde ***** lied and I’m some sacrifice to motherfuckingearth.

The shout turns into a whimper as the blade is removed. ”…ohFUCKyou…” she manages between breaths. She slumps up against the bars, her hands fumbling for the wound in her torso. She starts to panic as she sees the blood; the sounds that come out of her don’t really sound human. They’re something between sobs and screams, though the screams are weak due to… well, impending death. And then the blonde offers a bleeding wrist, telling her she has to drink or die.

Are you ******* kidding me?! That’s what she wants to shout. That’s what she intends to do. What she actually does surprises her. It’s that instinctual thing again. That desperate need for survival—that toddler-just-out-of-the-womb-of-the-earth mentality that has her lunging for the bleeding wound, closing her trembling lips around it and sucking for dear life. She gags at the taste, but she keeps swallowing. She clings to the blonde’s arm, as if it’s not even attached to a body. Because the blood, though it tastes just like blood to begin with, starts to taste like something different. Something indefinable. Something…oh, so ******* good. And so she continues to drink, hungrily, desperately, like she’s been in the desert for days without water.

[Nyla]

Yes. All worries that the pixie might not choose this life dissolved away. The screams were enough to wake Solara who immediately jumped up and ran out of the ritual place. Nyla didn't dare take her eyes off of her future childe long enough to figure out what her thrall is up to. “That’s it, you’re doing great.” She was unsure how long a human needed to feed or how much vampire blood they need to start the change.

The harsh pounding of Solara’s bare feet on the tiled floor returned to Nyla’s awareness moments before the girl was sliding in beside the pixie, her arms overflowing with what looked like every single fluffy white towel that they had. The look in the girl’s green eyes could only be described as a mix of confusion and terror.

Solara was not bound purely by the enthrallment. The enthrallment, at first, had been more powerful than she was. It had forced her to seek out the blonde stranger and made her feel like the only important thing was to serve Her. She still thought of Her and talked about Her as if She were a force to be followed and worshipped, but because She had earned that. Solara could still feel that pull, even now as she doubted Her. Even now as she eyed the knife covered in the stranger’s blood. She had earned the benefit of the doubt.

The thought of leaving caused a twinge of pain to course through Solara, but it didn’t change the fact that she would leave. Solara understood that She was a vampire and all that that entailed, but this was the first time Solara was seeing Her hurting someone else. It was usually the aftermath of someone else hurting Her that the thrall saw. The twinge of confusion and terror that stormed through her at the sight of all that blood was beyond her control. She had seen her fair share of people who had turned out to be anything but what they’d seemed. She’d been wrong before.

She had been on edge lately; her tone turning dark and twisted where before there had been only kindness and patience. Solara couldn’t help but find herself worried that she had misjudged Her. She had left once before and she could do it again. She would do it again if she had to.

Nyla didn’t have time to worry about what that look meant. She was starting to worry whether the pixie had taken in too much blood, but she didn’t dare take her arm away. The feel of the pixie feeding gave her hope that her will to live was strong enough to survive the hardships that being a vampire could bring. Even as she felt the wound across her arm healing; the flesh knitting back together as good as new, she couldn’t bring herself to pull her arm away.

“Please don’t die. Please don’t die. Please don’t die.” The words were frantic in tone, but hushed to the point that Solara almost didn’t hear them. It was all the girl needed to remove her doubts. There was no denying the dark nature that consumed Her, but there was also no denying these moments.

They both sat and waited, neither knowing what to expect next. Both hoping that everything had gone as planned. They were both holding their breath from their worry, even if only one of them had an actual need for breathing.

[Zelda (DELETED 4403)]

Zelda doesn’t even notice when the fount of blood is taken away. She should, because that has become such a wonderful sensation; it’s like she’s drinking pure magic, and as it slides down her throat and slithers through the digestive system, it starts to bring everything to life. Almost like swallowing some kind of concoction of whiskey, fizzy pop, and spearmint—refreshing, burning, but soothing. The coppery taste of blood is nothing in comparison to the way it feels…

But Zelda doesn’t notice when it’s taken away because that wonderful feeling ceases. Instead of making her every nerve feel like it’s coming alive, it starts to kill everything. Bit by bit, that soothing burn isn’t soothing anymore, but fierce and piercing. She’s no longer swallowing fizzy-pop and spearmint, but pure chilli and miniature knives. The body absorbed the blood so quickly, welcoming it like a puppy welcoming home a master it hasn’t seen all day—only to have that master turn around kick it in the guts. The new blood moves through Zelda’s body like wildfire, and each and every organ it touches, it poisons. Each and every organ, one by one, begins to shut down.

A deep and rumbling groan curls from Zelda as she curls up in the foetal position, writing and clutching at her skin as if she wants to tear it away to get at what’s underneath. She feels like there’s a creature crawling around in her belly, eating everything in its path. Her skin turns deathly pale and her eyes, though honey brown when she’s healthy and vibrant, have turned a sickly bright hazel green. She gnashes her teeth and continues to squirm. She coughs, and froth and bile spill from her mouth. Slowly, her body starts to excrete all the fluids it no longer needs. If Zelda were in the right state of mind, she might be filled with shame, might exhibit a stronger sense of concern; bile and gunk and chunks are spilling from her mouth, and she has no idea what might be coming out the other end. But she hasn’t even got the focus to hope that nothing’s coming out the other end. She’s far too concerned with the all-consuming pain. It’s unlike anything she’s ever felt before. She has no concept of time—she has no idea how long it lasts. She’s lost all sense of who’s there with her, even of who she, herself, is. She is the embodiment of agony. Her life isn’t passing before her eyes—no, but there are flashing bright lights that won’t go away even when she squeezes her eyes shut.

There are fluffy white towels everywhere, though most are not so fluffy and white as they might have once been. They’re all now covered in the bright, vibrant crimson of Zelda’s blood; she sees this, and reels. Another banshee-like screech tears from her throat—she’s clutching at her chest, this time, for surely there must be a knife in there. Surely, there must be that blade, twisting and turning. This is like heartburn, but intensified by a hundred. This is the sound of Zelda’s heart stopping. The scream is strangled with a gasp—this is the sound of Zelda’s last human breath leaving her now-dead lungs.

And then her eyes roll back into her head. There’s a thud as she slumps sideways, the back of her head hitting the hard ground. Eyelashes flutter as her eyes close. Her mouth hangs agape. To all witnesses, she would appear utterly and completely dead.

[Nyla]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
<Nyla> Every ounce of calm hopefulness left Nyla’s system the moment she felt the pixie’s body tense up into the fetal position. With each second of watching the pixie girl claw at herself, the fear inside of Nyla grew. This couldn’t be right. She should be getting better and not getting worse. She should be healing.

Without even being asked Solara was on her way to get her cell phone, and racing back to Nyla with shaky fingers ready to go. “Evee. Put it on speaker.” The frenzied tone would be hard to miss as Nyla tried to hold onto the pixie even as she had no comfort to give. She’d meant to say Micah’s name, seeing as how he was already on alert for problems, but changed her mind at the last minute.

The sound of the ringing echoed around them, mingled with the pain filled groans and Nyla’s frantic murmurs to try and convince them all that it was going to be okay.

<Every> She had been in her apartment cleaning for most of the evening; it kept her distracted and also allowed her to be productive although it wasn't as if there were a large impact. The rooms were already spotless aside from a fine layer of dust that was often created due to lack of use. After her death, she didn't return to it often. In fact, aside from peeking her head inside, she had yet to even walk inside the area. It was too painful; the memories kept her up at night often or awoke her with a scream.

She felt guilty to anyone that found themselves resting beside her - how Azariel stayed asleep was beyond her knowledge. Pulling her hair into a low ponytail at the sound of her cell phone chirping 'Pocketful of Sunshine', the song decided for Solara, Every hopped off her stool before she walked to the kitchen countertop and answered. "Every Andras." Very rarely did she answer it with her past name. "What's up, Solara?" She used customized ringtones so she wouldn't have to look at the caller ID when she was hunting or doing stealth raids. Time was but the essence, wasn't it?

<Nyla> Evee’s voice rang through the room, making Nyla want to sob in relief, but she couldn’t. Instead she was reaching for the pixie’s hands, trying to hold onto them to keep her from doing any more damage. Her clothes were now coated in the pixie’s blood from her pressing herself against the girl in an attempt to comfort her. Nothing was working.

“Evee! Could you please come? I think… I think I messed it up. Micah said I wouldn’t, but I think I did.” She wanted to cry. Instead she squeezed tighter to the pixie as the volume of her groans seemed to get louder. “Please be okay. Please be okay.” She doesn’t even realize when she starts up the mantra this time.

<Every> The brunette's eyebrow lifted when she could hear the tension in Nyla's voice and as she glanced around the white and black decorated room, she nodded despite the woman being unable to see it. "Yeah, I'll be there in a second," She reached for the black, oversized sweatshirt only to hear the groans and she let her hands fall as she simply snatched her tome up and teleported to the small, compact trailer. Due to the sounds, for once, Every let herself in.

"What happened, Nyla?" Every questioned into the phone as she moved in and tucked the tome away into the pockets of her jeans. "I'm at the front door."

<Nyla> Too distracted to notice the sound of her front door opening and shutting, Nyla moved one hand away from her task to motion Solara to the front door to let Evee in. It only took a moment and then her hand went right back to its task. “I don’t know what went wrong. I did what Micah said. He said I wouldn’t mess it up. He trusted I wouldn’t. What’s wrong with her?”

The girl had raised a gun to a guard and not thought twice about pulling the trigger not that long ago, yet here she was; covered in blood and falling apart at the seams because the girl she’d kidnapped was getting sicker when as far as Nyla was concerned she should be getting better. She was taking in great big gulps of air, hyperventilating, and begging whoever may be listening for the girl to just be okay.

<Every> She pressed 'end' on her cell phone after she was inside, tucking the device into the back pocket of her jeans while she listened to Nyla and gave a small nod of her head to Solara in greeting. She sniffed the air lightly, a frown crossing her lips at the immediate smell of blood and something else more sinister lingering beneath the surface. She always thought that first turnings seemed to be the hardest, and lightly as she knelt down beside Nyla, Every's hazel eyes carefully took in the scene in front of her with her lips pressing together.

Were they all always so different? "Her body seems to be shutting down," The brunette answered quietly before she glanced to her family member in concern, "which, essentially is what all should happen to us in the end. Not all humans can handle the turning, I don't think." Every reached forward gently to touch the woman's neck in search of a pulse, "Speed up the process, perhaps?"

<Nyla> “Speed it up? Does she need more blood? Does she need to lose more blood? What do you mean not everyone can handle it?” She lifted her eyes up to meet Evee’s, her gaze dark and frenzied. “She can’t die. She can’t. It’s my fault and she can’t.” By now she’d completely forgotten about her fangs, the canines still elongated as if she’d just fed, instead of feeding hours ago.

Her gaze went right back to the pixie lying beside her, watching the colour seem to leech away from her skin right in front of her eyes as she sat there helplessly. She’d had no idea that this could fail. “What have I done?”

<Every> "That's what I've heard, both of mine worked." She studied the woman in front of them, a sigh escaping past her lips afterwards as she considered the options, "She's dying because of the fact we're not alive. It's normal, everyone is different. I can't remember the process for myself, in all honesty. I thought it was like ice spreading through my veins." At that point, she had actually relaxed and gave up. She accepted Micah was going to kill her. 'Death may be best.' She heard her brother's voice and shook her head at the man's comment. It sounded as if it were in her head.

"I'm sure she'll be okay. Either you can stop her heart or allow this to continue. I don't know if adding or removing more blood would contribute to it." Her fangs, as usual, were retracted. The only difference was that Every's shadow was completely in place, and her skin seemed healthy, almost alive. "If she's strong, she'll kick it."

<Nyla> “She’s strong. This wasn’t her fault. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t know what else to do. She fought me… she tried to escape. She has to survive. She just has to.” By now she’d given up on trying to stop the pixie from clawing at herself. Instead, she moved her bloodied hand over to move some of the matted hair away from the pixie’s face. Just as she did so the pixie girl coughed, resulting in more stomach contents expelling from her mouth. The stench immediately surrounds them, even more potent then the first time she’d thrown up.

Without thinking, Nyla grabbed for the nearest towel to try and clean the mess off of her face at least, leaving a long streak of blood in its place. The pixie’s own blood. “Micah didn’t say anything about stopping her heart… he just said that she had to bleed out to the point of death and have some of my blood. I did that. I don’t want to make this worse. What if her heart isn’t supposed to stop yet?” Of course her heart wasn’t supposed to stop yet. She was young and should have lived a long healthy life. Nyla was loathe to stop her heart any sooner than absolutely necessary.

<Every> "Well, it doesn't look like she's bleeding out much. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to throw up." Every's hazel eyes closed before she scooted back a bit and removed a hunting knife that she kept stuffed into her boot, offering it to Nyla. "You don't need to lose all of your blood to die from exsanguination; I think it's up to 40%." She offered the knife to Nyla handle first, "Are you sure you bled her correctly?" Every's hazel eyes moved over the female lightly.

She crossed her legs underneath herself, frowning softly at the scent of misery and subconsciously covered her nose with her wrist. For her, it was easier to end the life of another vampire. Humans, not so much. "I'm surprised she hasn't gone into shock."

<Nyla> Nyla’s pajamas were soaked in the pixie’s blood. The towels Solara had gotten earlier were now a deep crimson instead of the fluffy white they’d been to begin with. It seemed like a lot of blood, but maybe it wasn’t? Nyla didn’t reach for the blade right away, choosing instead to move her hand lightly over the wound she’d already inflicted in the pixie’s side. “I wasn’t sure what kind of wound to do. I know the Psycho stabbed me in the side, so that’s what I did. It worked for me; I figured it should work for her.”

She didn’t mention the mysteriously dark looking line on her skin that hadn’t been there before. She barely even let the thought cross her mind before she reached out and took the offered knife. Her senses were overflowing with smells that made her want to cringe. She could hear Solara gagging and retching somewhere, the sound of it seeming further away than it could possibly be.

Before she could talk herself out of it she was jamming the newly offered blade into the wound she’d already made, pressing it deeper into the pixie’s flesh and slashing it down to open the cut even further. More of the warm sticky blood oozed out of the wound when all Nyla really wanted to do was scoop the pixie up and try to fix it all.

<Every> "Solara," Every spoke to the thrall while she watched Nyla, her hand moving to pull the knife away after she thought there was enough being done, "Can you get me a needle and silk thread?" She'd ended up injured enough in sports med how to fix wounds properly, but she didn't have the patience to become a doctor. She didn't like people touching her. "And disinfectant would be great." She offered the human woman a faint smile before studying the bleeding female. "Where'd you meet this one, Nyla?" She inquired.

Wiping the blood off her hands, the brunette twisted her hair into a messy updo before using a towel to wipe a place to sit down, "It's a ***** to enter this life in pieces. I'm sure you know that better than anyone, so I'll patch this up. She's going to be thirsty when she turns."

[Every]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Nyla> Solara flushed away the evidence of her upset stomach even as it continued to churn. She took a minute to rinse her mouth out with mouthwash, gurgling it to make sure every last taste of it was gone, and then opened the medicine cabinet to get the very well stocked first aid kid. Nyla insisted there always be a few in the trailer, and that Solara take one with her if she was going far.

It took every ounce of willpower for her to walk back into the room where the smells were the worst and hand Every the kit. She couldn’t stand to watch Nyla shake as She stared at the stranger on the floor who was still writhing, still oozing blood and everything else from her body. “I don’t know what’s in it. I’m sure it’ll have just about everything.”

Nyla didn’t even pick her head up at the sound of Solara’s voice. Instead, she began peeling the side of the pixie’s shirt up and away from the cut area. Evee was right, she remembered what it was like and the pixie girl wouldn’t be getting anything like that. The wound was deep and wide, allowing Nyla to see far more than she ever wanted to see about the inner workings of the human body.

<Every> Using her clean hand, Every dug her wallet out of her pocket and took out quite a bit of cash before offering it to Solara after she used her bloody one to collect the kit. "Why don't you go on and collect a few bottles of hydrogen peroxide? It'll help cleaning up later on. I'm sure you want fresh air, as well." It was that, and Every didn't exactly want the human around when the stranger awoke until she was sane. Even if they were never close, Solara had become someone she'd been protective of when the woman was living in the apartment.

Once the money would be taken, Every closed her wallet and tossed it to a cleaner while she crossed her legs underneath herself for the time being once more. "Lamp or something to bring in direct light so I don't **** this up?" She leaned forward to study the wounds, her eyes narrowing for a moment while she silently thought about being glad she didn't have a problem with them anymore. There were times, when reading, she put them back on anyway.

<Nyla> Solara reluctantly took the money only because she felt now wasn’t the time to argue with either of the other women. She had money. Goodness forbid she wanted or needed something and didn’t have the money to buy it. She was sure Nyla would make it up to Every later, so instead of arguing or making a fuss she took the money and quickly made her way to the back of the bathroom to change her clothes. She didn’t think she’d gotten anything on them, but she felt soiled and wanted new ones before venturing out into public. A few more moments and she had her boots on and was out the door. She wasn’t taking her time, even if the fresh air felt so good on her skin.

The light was on, but the lighting was cheap and it was centered over the kitchen table so rarely made it over to the ritual room. Nyla reluctantly stood up and made her way away from the pixie, over to the desk in the corner where she did her crafting and looked over her tomes. There was a lamp there for when she needed the extra light. She picked it up and moved it between the metal bars, setting it on the floor next to Evee and turned the knob before making her way back into the room; back to her spot on the floor beside the pixie.

“I shouldn’t have been walking in town. I was upset. She saw me and came towards me and just smelled so good. Next thing I knew I was at her throat and my fangs… my fangs were stuck. I freaked out. She freaked out. I didn’t know what else to do, so I brought her back here. She was screaming and people were going to come. I didn’t know what else to do.” Nyla wasn’t even talking to Evee really, her eyes locked on the girl on the floor instead.

<Every> "Remind me to punch you later for the masquerade violation. Don't feed where you can be seen, you know better." She scolded softly, not being in the mood to sound harsher while she removed the lamp shade off and carefully got up off the floor - her knees popping with the effort and went to wash her hands. It was odd. She and Nyla had never been close, at least in Every's opinion. When she returned, Every carefully began to remove enough thread to stitch up the injury.

"She'll be alright, Nyla, no worries." She spoke quietly, feeling the cooling blood sink into the knees of her jeans. There was a silent sigh. If it weren't for breaking and entering, something told the woman that she would have ran out of clothes a long, long time ago between all of the blood and dirt, and injuries that they faced.

<Nyla> The pixie was almost unrecognizable by now. Nyla felt useless as she sat beside her, watching her writhe on the floor; watching her die. “She has to be. I promised. She said she didn’t want to die and I promised.” She began repeating different variations of the same thing, her body rocking ever so slightly back and forth while her eyes stayed trained on the pixie.

Solara, who normally preferred going to the store further away, had gone to the sketchy convenience store nearby. She hated going there as the workers tended to freak her out, but she didn’t dare take any longer. She did her best to ignore the crude remarks from the cashier and snatched up the bag as soon as possible, not even bothering to wait for him to count out the change.

<Every> "Nyla," She spoke quietly, her hair falling softly over her shoulder as she studied the other woman, "Try to hold her down for me? I don't want to mess up when stitching something together. Scars will happen, but the more careful you are, the less ugly they will appear." She had enough of them to know that - though, she was glad that none of her injuries as a vampire had scarred over. She only sewed the more open wounds together to make them less of a nuisance if she couldn't heal them immediately.

With that being said, Every removed her lighter from her pocket to sterilize the needle more, slender and nimble fingers grasping the thin object carefully as she studied the female's injury in silent thought. "We'll probably need to call Micah later..."

<Nyla> Her hands shook as she moved around to sit near the pixie’s head. From this position, she leaned forward and pressed her hands against the pixie’s shoulders, pushing them down against the floor. There was an acrid smelling line of liquid running down the side of the pixie’s face and the sick looking colour of her eyes made Nyla want to scream.

“He said he’d come if I needed him too. He won’t turn his phone off. He’ll come.” She continued to murmur, more to herself and the pixie beneath her than to Evee. The pixie hadn’t passed out yet and Nyla needed to reassure her.

<Every> The brunette gathered a clean cloth from the first aid kit, using it to wipe away the woman's brow and then cleaned off some of the skin so she could see properly before she bit her lip and carefully began to stitch up the wounds with a steady hand. Clearly, from her time spent working on gadgets and traps, it paid off. "He should be able to work more on this than I could, Nishaa and Hadrian both gave me an easy time to a point."

If you called getting stabbed in the stomach with your own blade an easy time, sure. After that, it all sort of blurred and only screams could be heard. Hadrian, on the other hand, had been easy on her end. He had been pinned down. Concentrating on the skin, she used one hand to sew, the other to keep the area clear by dabbing away blood when she wasn't holding skin together.

<Nyla> Solara walked as fast as she could from the store back to the trailer. She walked up the steps only to pause at the door. She didn’t want to go back, but the bag felt heavier than it could possibly be. She took in her last breath of clean air and then opened the door, quickly getting inside so she could shut it behind her.

The boots came off first and then she was making her way back to the ritual’s area, dropping down to her knees so she was out of Every’s way. The bag was placed down in front of her. She’d grabbed three big bottles of peroxide, not knowing how much Every would need, and a box of baking soda thinking maybe it might help with the smell. Maybe.

Nyla didn’t look up or speak, convincing herself that by keeping her attention focused on the pixie she could just will everything to be okay.

<Every> When she was finished up tending to the wound, Every wiped off her hands once more before collecting a thing of gauze, silently thanking Solara as she poured a small amount of the liquid onto the cloth. Afterwards, she lightly dabbed at the wound while her expression showed one of deep thought. "The unfortunate thing is that everybody is different," She bit her lip idly, her fangs not in place, "it can take days to weeks for everything to shut down if not sped up." She was muttering to herself, trying to remember what she'd read. Afterwards, she got up to wash her hands once more before she went to study the woman's features. She was looking for large pupils, a glassy stare and bluish tint to the lips.

"Maybe I should call Micah." She muttered out loud, pushing herself up off the floor while she pulled the bloodied jeans away from her skin. She knew later that her skin would be stained a reddish tint and inwardly sighed. Pulling her cell phone from her pocket, Every scrolled down to the man's number and stared at the photo ID in wonder. What was he usually doing then? Should she just summon him after shooting a text? Thoughts raced through her head as she debated.

[Micah]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Nyla Andras: The mention of Micah’s name reminded her that she’d said she’d tell him as soon as she’d decided anything. She hadn’t meant to forget but it had all happened so quickly. Right now, she didn’t even remember what she’d done with Solara’s phone, so she doubted she was capable of actually sending out a legible text to him. She was replaying the moment she’d stabbed the Pixie over and over in her head, the feeling of the cooled and drying blood all over her feeling heavier against her skin then it had before. She had to get it off, get it all off and everything else after the Pixie started to turn. She had to do it before she woke back up, so she wouldn’t have to remember all the horribleness of it.

Without even paying attention to what Evee was doing in regards to Micah, she started yanking the bloodied pajama top over her head, needing to get the blood away.

Every Andras: She ultimately decided to send a text and give him a five minute warning. 'Put some pants on, Nyla needs you.' She tucked her phone back into her pockets and then raised her slightly bloodied hands to her face for a moment, using her wrist to avoid smearing any it on her skin to scratch at a spot underneath her eye. She wasn't too concerned about summoning her sire, but she knew he - and the others in the room - would appreciate any and all warning. After five minutes, Every wordlessly summoned Micah while her hair from its updo and over her shoulders. Her hands immediately flew to put it back into place, frowning when she remembered a moment too late and she allowed it to stay down to leave bloodied streaks against her neck.

"Solara, do me a favor and go warm up some water," anything to keep the human busy and away from a newly turned vampire would probably be best, right? She nibbled on her bottom lip and folded her arms in front of her chest before turning to face her sire.

Micah Andras: Micah had been waiting to hear from Nyla. As he had promised her he'd kept his phone on and didn't allow himself to get too involved with anything just in case she needed him. There were a few things that he could be doing but he didn't want to run the risk of starting something then having to drop it. He wasn't expecting anything bad to happen though – he had every confidence in Nyla's ability to do what she needed to do.

The phone buzzed and he when he saw it was Eve he was tempted to ignore it. He didn't however and when he read the message he scowled. “That happened ONE TIME and these people are never going to let me live it down,” he muttered to himself and tucked the phone away. When the summons came he was prepared and actually managed to keep his balance. Though when the smell hit him he almost turned and ran back out. He took a quick glance around, noted the cage and the girl, then saw Eve and Nyla, even noticed that bitchy thrall of Nyla's lurking. “What the hell happened here?”

Nyla Andras: She’d just dropped the soiled top when Micah’s voice seemed to boom through the trailer. The blood had soaked through her shirt, leaving her torso more red than it was skin colour, but that wasn’t what was on her mind at that moment. Her gaze immediately snapped up in the direction the voice had come from, her eyes dark and pleading as they found their mark. “You said I wouldn’t mess it up. You said it would be fine. Something is wrong.”

Solara had been reluctant to leave at just Every’s request, but when Micah made his appearance she immediately jumped and ran to the sink to fill up the kettle. It wasn’t a very large kettle, but hopefully it would do the trick, or at least keep the grumbly giant off of her back and keeping his attention on Nyla before she had a complete break down.

Every Andras: "I don't know why there's a cage," She stated, shifting her weight from one foot to another, "nor really what happened before Nyla called me. Increased the blood loss, then I stitched the wound shut," She covered her nose idly while she looked back to the other female, "I think it's just taking her a while. I've no clue what else to do other than wait unless you've got a better idea." Every moved to the side, slipping slightly on the blood and then she turned her head to look at Nyla, her frown deepened.

She shrugged out of her shirt, revealing a white tank top underneath it and offered the cloth to Nyla, "Put this on. It's cleaner, plus, you don't want her to awaken to find you topless, I'm sure." She muttered to herself and nibbled on her bottom lip while she looked at the scene.

Micah Andras: From behind the mirrored aviators that were constantly present he took in the blood and...was that? Yeah he wasn't going there. A frown crossed his face when he took in the amount of blood that was covering his grandchilde and the unfamiliar stirring of what could only be worry began to form in the pit of his stomach. Was she hurt? He could see no visible wounds so maybe it wasn't her blood at all. “What makes you think something is wrong?” Women. Really why did they have to worry so damn much?

He turned his back realizing for the first time that Nyla wasn't wearing a shirt. “If you told me to put on pants couldn't you have had Nyla put a shirt on before you summoned me here Eve?” The trailer was a mess. There was blood everywhere. So much blood. “You didn't answer my question. What the hell happened?”

Nyla Andras: Her instinct had her reaching out for the offered piece of clothing and taking it in her grasp. Instead of putting it on, she stared at it. If she put it on, it would just get dirty again and she’d just have to take it off. What did it matter anyway, while the Pixie was lying just in front of her probably dying? “I did what you said! You said she had to bleed out, that she had to nearly die. That I had to give her my blood. I stabbed her before I could chicken out. I took the knife and I just… she screamed so loud.”

Her attention went back to the girl sprawled out in front of her and she began trying to wipe her face clean again, murmuring softly that it was going to be okay. It had to be. Micah was there now and he was the fixer, right? He would make everything all better so that the Pixie would be okay.

Every Andras: Every motioned to what Nyla had said, that had answered his question on her end: she had no clue exactly what happened. "I didn't realize her shirt was off before I summoned you! She just sort of suddenly stripped. It was news to you as much as it was to me." Her voice pitched at the end, moving up to show a slight amount of offense to the man's words before she went to check on Solara and the water. "Put the damn shirt on, Nyla." She muttered under her breath in passing. Nibbling on her lip, Every began to look for a mop and a bucket. It had been a while since she'd been last in a place full of blood, and it was beginning to get to her - the smell.

How Nyla had managed to stay in there for however long with human misery limiting the air in her trailer was beyond Every's knowledge. She debated upon opening the door for the time being, letting the air flow through but with how close it was to sunrise, she doubted it would be a good idea and she exhaled heavily as she snatched the Swiffer.

Micah Andras: “Well of course she screamed you stabbed her,” he commented almost lazily staring at a random spot on the wall. “Most people would scream when stabbed, unless you enjoy that kind of thing. Which you know some honestly do.” He glanced at the girl in the cage and wondered if maybe Nyla had completely lost her mind. She was over complicating this whole thing. Turning should have just come naturally to her it wasn't something that he could teach and as he'd already told her all of his had been different.

He sighed. “Next time check? Or just give me a location. It will save some embarrassment next time.” Not that he was embarrassed but he'd certainly seen more of Nyla in the past few minutes than he was comfortable with. Seeing Every moving about he watched her for a few minutes. “Get the bitchy blonde over there to help you. It's not your mess.”

Nyla Andras: Solara was not amused. So much so that she grabbed the nearby dish sponge and tossed it at the grumbly bear’s head. She had no idea why Nyla seemed to think this guy would fix everything. If she knew anything at all about what was going on she’d kick him out (or try anyway) and help Nyla herself. But instead, she had to content herself with throwing random objects at him to make herself feel better.

The Pixie screeches, the sound loud and piercing as she writhes on the ground. As she watches the Pixie claw at her chest, Nyla lets out a mournful sound, fearing the worst. “No no no no!”

Every Andras: She listened to her sire speaking and then returned carrying the mop. Reaching forward to catch the dish sponge, she gave Solara a look before shaking her head softly, "That's not going to help any." Following Micah's instruction, she nodded, "Right. Solara, grab another sponge and a bucket. Use soap first. Peroxide after."

She rubbed at her face again with her wrist before she heard the screech, the brunette soon disappearing back into the kitchen in search of something that would work as a restraint. She returned a few moments with duct tape, kneeling down to wrap the girl's hands so she wouldn't do any more damage to herself - or them. "I honestly don't remember my turning much, Micah. The full details. Only bits and pieces return over time."

Micah Andras: “Oh for the love of everything unfuckingholy.” His eyes rolled up and focused on the ceiling as that wretched screeching assaulted his ears and made him wince. He saw Every disappear briefly and return with what looked like a roll of tape. As Eve restrained the girl he turned his attention to Nyla stalking over to snatch the shirt out of her hands. “Shut up,” he snarled down at her. “Losing your **** is going to help no one in this situation.” Allurists, he thought to himself, and their out of control emotions. “Put the shirt on and pull yourself together.” Impatiently he held it out to her and waited.

Nyla Andras: What was so important about the shirt? She wanted to just tear it up and throw it at him while stomping her feet and screaming until he fixed whatever she’d done wrong. Her fingers actually clenched tight in the fabric as she thought of it, fully intent on doing just that. She let her eyes lock on the damn sunglasses that he seemed to always where and slowly relaxed her grip on the shirt before slipping it over her head. She wanted to be defiant. She wanted to just do what he said, because doing what he said would make it all better. She wanted to fall to the floor and cry. She wanted to grab her knife and start stabbing things until she felt better.

Instead, all she could do was sit there and stare up at her grand sire. There were too many things she wanted to do, too many feelings running away with her. It was like she was back in the catacombs again before Lev had come back and found her there. She was back to that place where she felt like she couldn’t even move. She paid no attention to Every, or even to Solara who quickly did as Eve asked. She was beyond having the ability to pay attention to them as well.

Every Andras: Once the female couldn't harm anyone, Every sat back with a displeased expression as a combination of fluids began to once again sink into the denim jeans that she wore. She listened to her sire with a curious expression dancing across her features, glancing over at Micah over her shoulder after the next moment as she watched Nyla carefully. "What's the girl's name?" She asked softly, trying to get a conversation going. Plus, it would also be helpful if things went positively or negatively. "Why don't you talk to her, Nyla?" She carefully got back up, brushing off her knees before she picked up the bloodied cloth around the room and went to put them in the sink.

Micah Andras: “I wasn't kidding Nyla. You sitting there moanin and whining and playing poor me isn't going to help.” Micah knew he was being harsh but that was him. He wasn't nice, sympathetic or the type of guy to give someone a hug and tell them it was gonna be alright. He was blunt and told it like it was and if he was pissed off then he was sure as hell gonna show it. Right now he was irritated. He gave Eve a brief glance but turned his attention back to the blood covered form of his grandchilde.

Taking a couple steps closer he cringed as the stench got stronger and he was sorely tempted to tell the bitchy one to get a damn hose. Crouching down he took Nyla's chin in his hand and raised his sunglasses to sit on top of his head. “Calm yourself childe. You having a breakdown now is NOT going to help. You'll only scare her and right now that is the last thing she needs. You need a level head. Can you do that for me?”

Nyla Andras: She blinked as the sunglasses went up, thinking she’d possibly lost her mind altogether. With that barrier gone it would have been impossible for Nyla to look away, not that she wanted to. The calm that washed over her was almost instantaneous, allowing Micah’s words to absorb even more fully. Of course she didn’t want to scare the Pixie! She’d already done way too much; changed her life forever in the blink of an eye.

She nodded her head, though the movement was small. Blinking or moving her head seemed like a bad idea; if she broke the contact maybe the calm would go away and then what would she do? “Pixie… I call her pixie. She looks like one, I think. I promised it would be okay. I can do this.” Her voice wavered slightly on the last sentence, showing the slight lack of faith she had in that sentence, but she ignored that. She wasn’t alone, after all. She should be pulling from that instead of letting everything else overwhelm her.

Every Andras: 'Half cold water, half hydrogen peroxide.' She filled up the sink the way that she'd been taught and let the bloody fabrics remain there before she returned to cleaning - trying to get the scent of the room somewhat breathable as she took note of Micah's cringing. She didn't know what it had been about, but given their recent bickering, she wasn't in the mood to ask. "What happened with you and the Pixie?" Her hazel eyes moved to the cage and then to Micah questioningly as if to silently show what she was trying to figure out, nearly slipping once more with a silent curse. Once the floor was clean, she'd go barefoot. The treads on her sneakers were clearly not useful at all. In passing once more, she squeezed Nyla's shoulder in silent reassurance - and partially because she was concerned about busting her *** - before cleaning up more of the blood using the swifter that she'd found. "Solara, when you're done, go find a damn fan and plug it in on this end. Put up... three or four sheets the door way to block out the room. I think I've smelled road kill better than this room."

Micah Andras: “You can do this,” he nodded his head. The sound of Eve moving around in the background was somewhat comforting and he was grateful that she was there to take care of the things that Nyla in her present state couldn't. He couldn't do more than give his childe a passing glance however as he was still rather irritated with her and it wasn't something that he was going to forget anytime soon. The time to fix that mess would come but right now it was Nyla that needed him.

“Don't you think that your Pixie would be a little more comfortable outside of this cage?” First thing he needed to do was try to get Nyla to come out so that area could be cleaned. No one needed to lay in that mess and if he had to wake up to something like that first thing he'd do is try to kill the one that put him there. “And maybe you ought to try and clean her up a little bit? No offense Nyla but the smell is terrible in here.”

Nyla Andras: It was all she could do to force her eyes away to check on the Pixie. Her eyes were closed and she wasn’t moving anymore. She looked so still. “She tried to get away once. I had her out at the table, but she made a run for the door. I didn’t want to have to tie her up.” She winced as she saw the tape on her. She moved her hands to trail along it, wondering if it could come off now. Maybe if she took the Pixie out like Micah said she could cut her free? Pixies should be free.

She nodded her head once, then reached underneath of the girl, completely uncaring about everything that this caused to smear all over her, and lifted the girl up slowly. She paused, however, before leaving the ritual’s room. “You promise she’ll be okay?” That small amount of doubt was still there, especially seeing how still the girl was. Hearing that this was okay was more important than moving; more important than the blood and more disturbing things that were coating Nyla’s skin.

Every Andras: "I put that there so she didn't hurt herself," She stated after glancing at Nyla and the tape, "I'll come off when she stops flailing." And then as she moved past Micah, she gave him the smallest smile that one could possibly imagine before she went back to what she was doing as Solara moved quickly to do what was asked of her. "Maybe move her over near the TV?" She suggested to Micah, although it appeared to be indirectly while she worked. "Solara and I can clean up in here. Tell me if I'm needed in there." It was both painful and upsetting that it seemed that was what their relationship had come to at that moment, but she didn't want another issue to happen.

"She'll be fine, Nyla. Just do as he asks." Every glanced at her watch, "or the bathroom, now that I think about it. Sun's coming up and the last thing we need is for Nyla and I to get the **** burnt out of us." She muttered before slipping and landing on her knee as if to punctuate the situation.

Micah Andras: It took everything in him to not roll his eyes. He had never lied to Nyla and he wasn't about to start now. “Yes Nyla I promise she's going to be just fine. But she's probably going to be pissed off if she wakes up and she's covered in...that.” He waved a hand at the mess on the floor. Micah didn't presume to know anything about this girl that Nyla had kidnapped and started to change but he didn't think she'd appreciate waking to this. As Every moved past him he gave her a ghost of a smile, nothing like the genuine ones that she was normally on the receiving end of. “Thank you Eve,” came the simple comment. Nothing more, nothing less and it was as good as it was going to get for the time being.

Nyla Andras: She relaxed slightly at his affirmation before making her way out of the gated room. She was strong enough that it wasn’t a problem to carry the girl, but she was covered in stuff that made keeping hold of her quite tricky. Each time the Pixie slipped Nyla worried she was going to drop her, causing even more damage. Still, she kept on, taking her time and walking around the various obstacles until she got to the bathroom.

Once there she gently set the Pixie down into the tub. She didn’t think a bath was the best idea, considering what they were going to be washing off, but luckily the tub came with a shower. The water came on easy, and it wasn’t long before the hot water kicked in so she could switch the water pressure up to the shower, letting the cleansing liquid rain down on the Pixie.

Every Andras: The brunette gave a nod of her head to her sire, watching Nyla with a small sigh escaping past her lips as she tried to figure out what else to do. Solara cracked the door as instructed, hanging two dark colored sheets up to block out the sun, but still allow them to receive fresh air and quietly, Every thanked her once more. "Fan?" Her eyebrow lifted at the blonde, and she watched Solara look at Micah before immediately going to get it without another sound. "Alright... maybe you should go into the bathroom once Nyla's done; hopefully the girl will smell better." Her hand moved to rest on the closest wall, her eyes shutting almost immediately as nausea rolled through her system and idly, she adjusted the way she stood so she wouldn't collapse.

On and off, it was getting on her last nerve. Shaking her head once it passed, Every moved past Micah to begin cleaning again, being careful where she stepped so she wouldn't but her *** in front of everyone.

[Nyla]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Micah Andras: Micah watched her walk past him without saying anything. He considered following her but decided against it and when he heard the shower start up he knew he'd chosen right. He didn't need to be in there with them, this wasn't his job. It was Nyla's, and since she had seemed to get her head on straight after her small mental breakdown he figured that he could trust her to clean up her soon to be childe without any assistance from him.

He let his eyes stray towards Eve. Not for the first time he went to say something to her but thought better of himself. Micah hated this tension that existed between the two of them. Every's reaction to the different scents in the room didn't go unnoticed and he actually opened his mouth to ask her if she was alright but she pulled herself together and the words died before they could be formed. He shook his head and decided that once they were done here, he'd talk to her.

Nyla Andras: Considering Micah’s reaction to her being shirtless earlier, Nyla didn’t figure he’d come into the bathroom without at least knocking first. She hadn’t bothered getting the Pixie out of her clothes yet, feeling awkward about undressing another person, but decided now would be a good time to get herself out of her clothes again. She made a mental note to buy Evee a new shirt to make up for it, as she was sure she wouldn’t want the one she’d just flung off back.

Standing in just her under-garments, Nyla watched the Pixie for any signs of distress. The girl didn’t make any, nor did she wake up. The water running off of her and down the drain was still filthy so Nyla made her way over to the bathroom sink and ran a washcloth under the hot water and added some soap. She took it over to the tub, sitting on the edge of it so she could keep an eye on the girl while she started to scrub at her skin.

Every Andras: With a frown dancing across her lips as she recovered, the brunette gave a small, faint huff before brushing her fingertips through out her hair to pull apart bloodied strands and then once again she carried some of the messed up cloth to the washing machine. "You alright over there, Micah?" She asked quietly, keeping her back to him while she poured in soap, and turning the water to cold so the blood wouldn't stay in. Every had noticed him open his mouth and closed it, the thought of him looking like a fish almost causing her to snicker before she watched Solara take over, allowing the brunette to once again scrub herself clean at the sink.

"I tried to do what I can; I think this one is just slow to die." She murmured, primarily to herself before she went to stand in the middle of the now-clean room. It took her a lot to not remove her shoes and socks knowing they were blood stained. Before she did anything else, she'd go home and shower.

Micah Andras: It was a good thing her back was to him because the glare he shot her would have made her cower. He was rather good with that and not even Eve was immune to one of those glares. Once more he had to remind himself that this wasn't the time or place to get into it with Eve again. “I’m fine Every.” Rarely did he ever use her full name, so just by addressing her in such a way would tell her just how displeased he still was with her. He fell silent then and let her speak. “I'm sure that Nyla appreciates your assistance.” Short, simple and to the point – just as he liked it.

Every Andras: At the sound of her full name, the brunette fought the urge to cringe before she inwardly shrugged it off and just decided it'd be best to keep quiet for the time being. After a few moments, she gave up at the feeling of itching in her shoes before kicking them off and tucking the blood-soaked neon lime green socks into them. She didn't look twice at her feet while she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Good." She gave a curt response to Micah, and that was it on the subject. Her hazel eyes moved to Solara curiously, watching the human until she was done with the tasks given. As the quiet fell over them, she anxiously fiddled with the hem of her shirt and eventually moved her hand over the relic Micah had given her for their anniversary.

Nyla Andras: Her entire right arm, from fingertips to shoulder, was the bright red of over scrubbed flesh. There was still her entire body to go practically, though, as her pajamas had done practically nothing in stopping the liquids from reaching her skin. The room was quiet, nothing but the rhythmic sounds of the water coming down on the Pixie’s lifeless body. Nyla took a breath, even if that meant taking in the scents that she hadn’t completely eradicated yet. She’d kidnapped someone tonight. Someone’s child. Someone that someone cared about. She’d killed that someone; taken her life from her.

Nyla’s breathing came in more frequent, harsher gasps. She wasn’t supposed to be freaking out; she’d promised Micah she could do this. She was supposed to be calm, level headed and taking care of the Pixie. Even though all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball. She stayed there, staring at the mostly closed bathroom door with the soiled wash cloth hanging from the tips of her fingers as she tried to get it back together.

Every Andras: In the quiet room, Every could hear everything going on around her. The girl's fading heartbeat, Nyla's gasping and with a frown dancing across her lips as she looked to Solara from the corner of her eyes. "Go get them both some clothes," She murmured and then once more pulled her hair back into a low ponytail at the back of her neck. Afterwards, she exhaled, "I'm going to go talk some sense into her. She's having another panic attack." With that and before Micah could tell her not to, Every went into the bathroom. Spotting Nyla where she stood, her hazel eyes rolled up to the ceiling before she stepped forward and instinctively moved her hand to strike her family member across the face. "Will you knock it the **** off? She's going to be fine."

"Neither Micah, nor I, will allow her to die, Nyla. We need you sane. She needs you sane. So hold off until after the girl is turned to have a freak out." She exhaled and set her hands on her hips, glaring at the female with a glare that was eerily similar to Micah's.

Micah Andras: Micah didn't try to stop his childe as she walked past him. The look in her eye was one he was familiar with; she was pissed. He cringed when he heard the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the only conclusion he could draw was that Every had slapped Nyla. If he had ever needed proof that Every was his childe, he had it now. He found himself nodding along as Every spoke. She was right, every single word. Neither himself nor Eve would let the girl die and if that meant they had to step in and finish what Nyla started then one of them would do that.

Nyla Andras: She could only blink at the stinging feeling from Evee’s palm connecting with her cheek. She sat there for a moment, inwardly fuming and simultaneously feeling guilty over the lapse. In the end, as usual, the fuming won. She didn’t look at Every as she spoke, her eyes locked on the Pixie instead. “I have never taken the life of a human who did not have a weapon drawn against me.” Her tone was surprisingly calm, considering how she was feeling inside. “Maybe you can do this without it catching up to you as it’s happening. But I refuse not to grieve for what she’s losing at my hand. There’s so much that she will now no longer be able to have. This does not mean my sanity is lacking.”

Nyla took in another breath, letting her eyes close momentarily before bringing them back to Evee. “I don’t want her to see this. When the turning is finished, when she is awake… I won’t want her to dwell on it. Hopefully that can stay my job and she won’t ever regret telling me she didn’t want to die.” Her eyes closed again as she continued to try to pull it together. “I don’t want her to hate what she is. I don’t want her to have to go through that.” These words were spoken quieter than the others, the tone even softer.

Every Andras: "Then grieve when she's turned, or get out of our way so we can make sure she'll be fine." She gave a low, soft growl that said clearly that she wasn't in the mood for it. After a moment, Every lightly moved her hand to cup underneath Nyla's chin before speaking to her softly, "There's a time and place for this, and I can't do it without it happening to me, but I am able to redirect whatever I'm feeling into focus and perseverance and right now, not only do we need you to do it, but she does as well," Every's hazel gaze moved to the young woman and idly bit down on her bottom lip as she took note of the hair color in the light. Automatically, she groaned inwardly and glanced over her shoulder towards the door in the direction where Micah was. Every could hear Solara shuffling about to get what had been asked for. "Bite your tongue. Pull your hair, I don't care what, but stop breaking down until she's fine. Clean her off, before the poor thing reeks." And with that, she scoffed and glanced the woman over, "Solara's going to bring you clothes. For both of you. Meanwhile, I need to find out who pixie really is. Did you manage to kidnap her purse, too?" She questioned.

Micah Andras: He tried to tune the pair in the bathroom out and decided to turn his attention to what's her name as she moved around the trailer. Micah still hadn't forgiven the girl for her snotty attitude the one time they had spoken and so he decided to amuse himself by staring at her in an attempt to make her uncomfortable. There was nothing else for him to do beside stare at the ceiling, so why not amuse himself by terrorizing the bitchy one? It was obvious he was getting antsy and it was a struggle to stay there when what he really wanted to do was leave especially if his job was done.

Nyla Andras: Her eyes hardened slightly as they opened back up. She wanted to scream or tell Every to just leave, but that would be rude considering all the help Eve had given. It wasn’t Nyla’s fault that no one ever seemed to understand. Or maybe it was, because she’d given up trying to explain. Lev might have understood, or at least pretended to. But Lev had left her, leaving her with those who left her feeling bullied into getting over everything. She hated him for leaving her; going off to do whatever it was he thought would be better than being here with her. She hadn’t let herself think about it, but right now she did. She wanted to go find him, just to pull him back so she could shoot him, or stab him or whatever it would take to purge her of the hatred she’d grown.

She pulled her head away from Evee’s grip, the maneuver not having nearly the same effect on her as it had earlier. She was beginning to think Micah was at least trying to understand, ever since the night Solara had called him over. She could have been deluding herself on that and maybe he wouldn’t have got what she was trying to say either. She waited to respond though, until she was sure she wouldn’t snap. She’d tried so hard not to snap previously and she felt that she was treading on thin ice. She could feel the tingling on her skin; her animal wanting to get out and take it all away, but she couldn’t allow that to happen. “I don’t know. I don’t remember seeing one, but I was focused on other things…” She slipped off from the edge of the tub to grab the shower supplies from beneath the sink.

Solara found it amusing that Micah took the time to glare at her. It was amusing; really amusing. Instead of cowing away she grinned at the grump-bucket and blew him a kiss before sauntering into the bathroom to wade through the tension in there. She didn’t stay long, dropping the clothes onto the floor by the door and leaving before either one of them could give her something else to do. She’d take her chances with the grumpy one.

Every Andras: "You're such a twat." She muttered underneath her breath before she let go of the other woman and rubbed her temples, clearly getting exhausted as she turned and walked out of the bathroom before the urge to punch Nyla took over once. "Solara, go see if the girl had a purse and if so, bring me her wallet." She muttered while she nearly stomped to her bag where she kept her net phone. She'd type in the information and go hacking later on. "And Micah's going to beat you if you keep it up, Solara." She stated without looking at the human woman, "Or eat you." Once again, the smells of the room caused her to stumble and only this time, she landed on one of her knees with an unhappy sigh. "I need a moment while I ponder." She lied, quite badly.

Micah Andras: Sometimes he hated being able to hear so well. The words spoken between Eve and Nyla were as plain as if the two were standing right beside him. He was slightly amused, but made a mental note to tell Eve to work a bit on her insults. Twat wasn't very vicious and he could think of about a dozen others that would get the point across with a lot more venom that that word did. Was he really even needed here any longer? It felt like hours had passed since he had been leaning against the wall outside of the bathroom when in reality it had maybe only been minutes. What he did know was he needed to leave. It was then that the bitchy one walked past and Micah found himself sneering. He had to leave before he throttled that one.

He smacked the door frame with the palm of his hand to get Nyla and Eve's attention. "Nyla. If I don't go you are going to be minus a thrall. My phone is on. If you need me just call, but lock the bitchy one up." he didn't wait for either girl to acknowledge him. Instead he pulled out his tome and used it to take him home.

Nyla Andras: Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. Nyla listened somewhat to what was going on outside the little bubble that was the bathroom and began arranging the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and washcloths the way she wanted. She disliked that Micah was leaving, though she felt much calmer now than she had before he’d shown up. She also very much did not want him killing Solara. She didn’t understand why some people didn’t seem to like her very much; she was such a sweetheart, really. She didn’t hear the front door shut, so she assumed he’d left through more mystical means.

Solara peeked in to the bathroom for a moment, just to check and make sure Nyla was alright and then went to do as Every had requested. It had been nothing for Nyla to strip down herself, she hadn’t even cared about Micah being there earlier, but she found herself hesitating before starting her next task. The shower had done as much as it could while the girl was dressed and it wasn’t like Nyla could just leave her in her wet filth ridden clothes.

With one last breath Nyla stepped into the tub along with the Pixie and got her out of most of her clothes anyway, leaving her so she was covered at least. This brought Nyla in more direct contact with the water, helping to get herself clean as well. She had no idea how much longer the Pixie would stay out for, so she started working much quicker than before on getting her as clean as she could.

Every Andras: Every stared at the stop where her sire had been standing with almost disbelief. I can't believe he left me with her! Actually, she could. She knew he wasn't very comfortable, and with an unhappy groan, Every slumped down into the clean ground before she studied Solara as the girl brought over a purse. "Thank you." She sighed and crossed one leg under the other and began to go through it, pursing her lips together as she listened to what Nyla was doing. When she found the wallet, the brunette pulled one knee to her chest and began to go through it in search of identification. As time passed, she plucked the ID out and sent the name to her sire and requested he did some hacking. "Her name," She called to Nyla, "is Zelda."

She figured it would help remind Nyla that while the girl was dying, that she had a reason to stay and keep her safe. Brown hair cascaded over her shoulder, bangs moving to rest over her cheek while nibbling on her bottom lip.

Nyla Andras: It didn’t take her long to get the Pixie clean. A quick look at herself showed only a few misses spots, which she quickly took care of before shutting the water off and stepping out of the tub uncaring of the water she was dripping everywhere. She heard Eve’s voice telling her the girl’s name, but it didn’t fit with her. The girl was Pixie, and that was that.

“Solara? Can you come in here for a minute?” The thrall quickly obeyed, which Nyla was grateful for. “Watch her. Please?” The words were heavy with Nyla’s worry, which a person would have to be completely deaf to miss, not to mention blind as the same worry was written all over her face. Solara nodded her head once before moving over to sit on the edge of the tub. Nyla trusted her thrall with just about everything and even then she was reluctant to leave the room. Solara, noticing the hesitation, turned her head to look at Nyla. “I have her. I wouldn’t let You down.”

Nyla could only nod at this and grab a towel from under the sink before making her way out. She did not shut the door; she didn’t want any obstacles between her and the Pixie. She didn’t wrap the towel around her, but used it to try and dry herself off some as she walked out to where Every was sitting. She glanced at the door as she did, a frown crossing her face. “Should we shut that, maybe? That sheet won’t do much against the sun… it feels like it’ll be up soon.”

Every Andras: She closed her eyes lightly as she took note of Nyla in her underwear before she sighed, "Yes, and, you know, while I am bisexual, there is this little thing that's called 'clothes' that really should be kept to. I don't want to see the outline of nipples and vajay." She pushed herself up while she opened her eyes anyway. "How's Zelda?" She asked, tucking the ID back into the wallet as she continuously and silently cursed at her sire for leaving her in the confined space with someone she usually always ended up at odds and ends with. "I just needed to have air in here before Micah and I ended up passing out."

Nyla Andras: She breathed in and then back out again. She even closed her eyes as she wrapped the towel around herself. First she was too much of a prude, and now she wasn’t enough of one. She wasn’t going to say anything about it, though; she was just going to ignore it and move on. “It is bad… I don’t want her waking up and smelling this. I don’t want her knowing about any of this at all…” Nyla shook her head as she grabbed a hair elastic off of one of the nearby tables and threw her hair up while it dried. “I don’t want you getting burnt for it either, though.” She didn’t really care if she got burnt, but she didn’t want Every getting hurt because of her.

Every Andras: "If I stick to a darker portion of the room, I should be fine." She looked to the shadows with a curious expression, silently judging if she'd be able to manipulate them to fit her needs if it got that way. "I cleaned up most of the room. If Solara goes and buys Pine Sol and air fresheners to run through the trailer, we should be fine on that end."

Nyla Andras: She shook her head. “The bathroom smells like strawberries. There are no windows, so it’d be safe.” Nyla made a mental note to make sure she got the Pixie into some clothes before that happened, not wanting to offend Evee’s sensibilities anymore than she already had. She frowned then, resisting the urge to fiddle with something or shift from foot to foot. “You’ve already helped a lot… I’d understand if you wanted to go. I think I can handle it from here if you wanted to go.” Nyla knew Solara could have the place all cleaned during the day while Nyla slept. Hopefully the Pixie would stay out until she woke up.

Every Andras: "The question is do you actually want me to go, or do you want me to stay?" She questioned softly, watching Nyla with a curious expression, "I mean, I do need to go feed and may end up needing to sleep anytime soon, but if not, I'll be fine."

Nyla Andras: “I wanted you here… I called you. I could have just called Micah.” She was already feeling edgy from being away from the Pixie too long and she had no clue what the deal with Every was. “If you want to stay and help then that’s awesome. But I won’t allow you to risk getting burnt to do it if that means I have to throw you over my naked shoulder and toss you into the sun-free bathroom.”

Every Andras: "Just go put something on and I'll stay," She sighed, shaking her head, "Solara can do some things physically, but I doubt she'd be able to carry the girl on her own. Plus, if any thing goes wrong, I can summon Micah."