--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Olive: Strolling down the street, the woman rolled her toothpick over her bottom lip with her tongue idly as she glanced chocolate brown eyes up at the moon. It was a day late past the harvest moon, and she silently sucked in a sharp breath of cool night air past her toothpick at the sight of the glowing wonder. She slid a hand from her jacket pocket and checked for her wallet tucked safely into her back pocket of her skinny jeans, nodding at its existence as she decided she wanted something sweet and ducked into the nearest gas station.
Mora: Harper Rock, it was an odd place where vampires roamed, and some humans went by never noticing the mass of missing persons going missing each night, you had good vampires and bad vampires. The golden haired vampire was one of the 'good guys' she never got into trouble, having worked her way to the fourth floor of the raid before being ejected rather harshly she pocketed her hands into her black, skinny pipe jeans and made her way east towards the Coastside area of Harper Rock. She wanted to sell some of her loot she had acquired, planning on paltering the poor shop keeper into giving her a profit.
Olive: Strolling down the isles, she stopped in front of the candy bars. Tipping her head as her eyes flowed over the choices, she grumbled and reached for one, her eyes almost closed as she did it - clearly she had issues making decisions and choices based on her opinion of taste. Grabbing up a Carmello, she shrugged and made her way to the counter, pulling her wallet out of her back pocket with her free hand as she slid past some random shady looking male who was glancing around as if nervously watching over his back. She reached the counter and tossed the candy bar to it, pointing to the smokes behind the cashier and nodding; though she didnt say a brand name aloud, he reached and grabbed a pack as if to make the choice for her and started ringing her up.
Mora: Mora stopped off at a gas station, she couldn't tell you the location simply because she wasn't paying attention to street signs. Mora had the idea of perhaps selling her loot and going to Deux's rooftop garden and doing rituals. It would keep her mind off Dwayne, Josslin, August, Luxuria. Anyone really she had lost, it saddened her and she chose to hide those feelings and drag others down in her... sadness. Mora pushed open the door to the gas station, slipping her brown shoulder bag to the front to she could rummage through it she brought out a red velvet bag full of odds and ends, bones, flowers, zombie ears. The shopkeeper didn't need to know the in's and out's as to how she acquired them her telepathic powers would make him take them from her, she qued silently behind the woman with fire for hair and waited.
Olive: Looking to the door as a tall woman came in, she raised her chin slightly in a silent greeting and looked back to her wallet. Pulling the money out she handed it over, waving her hand at the loose change the cashier tried to give her back. She didnt need the problem of having something else to misplace or lose later on, objects around her always seemed to have a way of disappearing from her possession, though she didnt really care about the small issue as she didnt have many personal items to begin with. Grabbing up her candy bar and smokes, she slid from the counter carefully sidestepping around the woman now in front of her, only to walk dead center into the shady male holding a gun at her stomach. "Scream, and I'll kill you. Give me your wallet." Her chocolate eyes rolled around lightly. You've got to be kidding me. She raised a brow at him, standing there at point blank range. "Uhh, no." She stated blandly, giving him a look of disbelief and annoyance.
Mora: Mora returned the friendly nod to the fiery red head, her forest green orbs looking around the decor of the gas station, it was dark, dank and not very welcoming her orbs found their way to a shady fellow admiring the magazines. The red head stepped away and Mora stepped forward taking up the spot on the counter her elbows pressed against the cheap marble. "I'd like to sell these." She dropped the velvet pouch and admired her loot, before allowing her eyes to focus on the shop keep she canted her head making sure he was looking at her before using her palterer power on him, so he would not only buy the strange items but give her a good profit for it also. After a moments look between the two, he opened the register and handed Mora several hundred green bills. "Thank you kindly." She said pushing her voice into the gentleman's mind, she turned to leave when she smelt the metal of a gun, and saw the red head again, chatting with the shady fellow she saw before. She slipped into the scene calmly smiling at the two. "Is there a problem?" She spoke, remember how to speak after a month of -not- speaking.
Olive: The guy was clearly tweaking, or withdrawing from something, as the gun shook lightly at the tremble in his hand. "Gimme your wallet!" He urged her in a hushed but demanding tone, looking over to Mora as she slid in alongside the two of them. He pointed the gun at her then, the trembling only getting worse as his eye twitched. Olive sighed and pocketed her candy bar, shaking her head at the guy as she then opened her pack of smokes and pulled one out to place it between her lips. "Make me." She dared him, rolling her eyes at him again, him sliding the gun over to point it back at her only more center of her chest. The gun went off, and she instantly fell over, dropping her pack of smokes and wallet to the floor. The cigarette rolled from her lips as an almost instant pool of dark crimson surrounded her body. Seriously?! She thought, a hand coming up to press at the blood-pouring wound as she gurgled and coughed up blood. God damn this hurts. If she could have, she would have simply flailed a hand at him in that moment, clear pain and agony crossing and lingering on her facial features though as she struggled to stay alive.
Mora: Mora looked from the red head, to the twitching male his hand trembled on the handle of the gun. Mora knew what would happen. His gun wavered from Mora to the other girl. "Take it easy." She said in a calm, soothing tone but we all knew calm, and soothing tones usually made the situations worse and in this case it really did. It really didn't help that the woman was egging the male to do something daring with her rather sarcastic, and dry comments. 'make me' she coaxed and Mora wavered for a moment, and then the gun fired. The scent of gunpowder filled her nostrils and then the scent of blood followed. Mora acted then she grabbed the male by the jacket and threw him against the wall, and then towards the shopkeeper.
Her knee's bent as she grabbed at the bleeding woman and whisked her out into the night at least she'd be away from prying eyes of the humans, she moved as fast she could with the woman in her arms towards the cover of the wilderness granted the fae resided here but it seemed the safest bed beneath the cover of a willow tree, Mora set the woman down and gazed at her. "What's your name?" She asked.
Olive: Warmth. It seeped from her slowly as she felt a tingling sensation at her fingertips and toes. Suddenly she was lifted up, being carried off. The ****? She repeatedly thought, along with, God damn. This hurts. and Where is she taking me? It seemed just as fast as she had been lifted up she was set down, coughing up more blood that splattered on her lips and out of the corner of her mouth staining her porcelain skin. My name? She thought, chocolate pain filled hues dashing to the woman who not moments before had smiled at her as she walked into the station. "Ah... Olive..." She managed, coughing again as she gripped her hand to her chest, as if it could pull the pain from her as her lungs filled with blood and her legs grew cold from the reassuring warmth. "Skyyy..." She finished, starting to writhe at the pain that no longer centered in her chest but filled her entire being straight down to her soul.
Mora: Mora pressed a pale hand to the woman's center, but just putting pressure on the wound would not save the girl, no. Mora's blood would save her, allow her to live another day as an immortal. Mora canted her head, she had balls and Mora liked that, but could she be a sire again considering all her childer were missing or dead? She gnawed on her lip, her fang slipping through and drawing a little blod. Olive Sky, her name was and it was such a pretty name. "Olive, that is a very pretty name."
She moved a little forward then so her blonde hair covered the woman's face. "Do you want me to help you, Olive?" She asked, she would never force immortality on a person. Not after what her blood sire; Hellequin did to her, she would never allow it. If this woman wanted to be like her, a vampire and live forever she would have to tell Mora that she didn't want to die, that she wanted to live forever, anything of the sort.
Olive: She attempted a smile through the pain, the attempt just twisting into an odd face as she tried to force out the word 'Thanks' though no sound came from her blood stained lips. Swallowing a mouthful of her own blood she cried out softly in pain at the other womans hand at the wound on her chest. "Gahhh." Facial features twisted as her thoughts whipped from one to the next like a succession of dominoes. Help? I dont need her help! Jesus, this hurts... what is she talking about? Is she a doctor? She's a beautiful one if she is. Why would she ask that? Am I dying? I am... She frowned then, a harsh breath escaping her lips as she struggled to pull in a deeper one that shot more and more pain through her. I... why do I need to make this choice? Couldnt she just help me and drop me off at a hospital? I dont want to die... She groaned, muscled tightening in her throat as she finally nodded her head, a blood stained hand moving to clutch tightly at the fabric of Mora's shirt. "Dont... let me... die... please..." With each forced word she clenched her jaw to force out the next, tugging at the womans shirt, eyes widening even more with the increased coldness that flowed through her from the lack of blood in her body. Fear crossed in those chocolate hues, something rare for her as she hardly feared anything.
Mora: Mora watched it was all she did was watched, but now.. something awakened in her that made her want to act. She wanted to save, rescue do something that could save this young woman's life and it took her a moment to realize this, but the woman beat her to it. She grabbed at Mora's plaid shirt and pulled her closer, enough that she heard the gurgled words they consisted of 'don't let me die' and that was enough for her to kick start herself. She nodded at the woman, scooping an arm under the woman's neck drawing her closer so her body no longer rested against the bark of the willow tree but it now rested against her knees, and Olive's head rested on her legs. Mora bent her head over so her lips were close to the neck. "I'm sorry." She whispered, "This is the only way I can save you." Her fangs extended then and her sharp canine's entered her flesh with a soft CRUNCH she took a little bit of her blood, she was already knocking on deaths door, she took half a pint her peach lips bloodied with Olive's maroon blood. She then brought her wrist up to her mouth and bit into it. Black blood oozed from the wound and she hovered it over Olive's mouth. "Drink." She told her, no she demanded.
Olive: At the forced movement of her blood soaked body, she gurgled, eyes widening to their fullest extent as the woman bit into her. She cried out, both hands finding fabric at the womans thighs as she clawed into them, thoughts dashing from one corner of her mind to the other. What the ****?! She just bit me! Jesus christ, as if Im not already in enough pain! She stammered a forced breath out her lips, the pain at her neck rolling into the pain that covered her entire body, fingers no longer clawing but rather lightly resting as she blinked slowly with now hazed eyes at the womans black blood. Okay... She didnt argue, figuring if this was going to save her, she had no choice. And having no choice in the matter was something she found she was slightly rejoiced in, so she went along with it and pressed her lips to the black blood, drinking in a deep mouthful of the odd substance.
Mora: Mora combed a hand through the woman's fiery red hair. Every few moments she would encourage her, murmur words like "Your doing well, just a little more." several minutes passed by and the woman was still drinking from her rest like a new born babe to a mothers tit. She pulled her wrist away with force before lapping at her own bloodied wrist with a long tongue, before long her gaze shifted back down to Olive, hoping she would pass the next step. The change. "Don't fight it Olive." She told her.
She didn't want to lose this little stubborn firecracker, in that moment she felt something a spark, a connection and it gave her a glimmer of hope. "Let it happen my little firecracker." Her words were soft, endearing and caring. She would welcome this new one into this life with pleasure.
Olive: It had seemed like eternity, laying there as she drank, the womans fingers through her hair welcoming a warm feeling to fill through her again, though this time it was different, not like the last one that was almost evil feeling. This one was filled with something, filled with the warmth of caring and endearment, and Olive's eyes slid closed as she melted into it. Finally the woman pulled her wrist back, and she struggled to breathe, her breath stopping just short of her lungs as the black blood within her started to find its way into her system and change her. Like fire it filled her, spilling throughout her body at an astounding rate as the pain from being turned undead was almost too much for her to handle. She clutched at Mora again, though the womans words didnt go unheard as she clenched her jaw with eyes squeezed shut tight and struggled through it with tensing, rippling muscles all over her body. Her heart stopped finally, giving one last beat as the change completed, and her eyes fluttered open, the last breath of her human life seeping out past her lips in hesitant words. "...What... just happened to me?"
Mora: She listened, she listened to the woman's torment every now and again the woman felt such pain that Mora could feel it also, that was the thing about telepaths, they were so endearing, so empathic about those around them you could see the pained features on her feature. Little Olive was in pain, and it broke Mora's heart. Mora clutched at the woman her hands slipping into the woman's as if to calm her with her cold skin, Olive felt like hot embers, the change was a fever you could never shake it would either change you, or kill you. She'd attempted to change a few before Olive, and they had died in her arms. Olive would -not- have that fate. Olives eyes flickered, and then opened. Mora heard the last song of her beating heart before silence. There was nothing now but silents, and the flutter of bat's wings zipping around. She spoke, her voice like a bell. "You were shot, I took you here. To the wilderness, well the edge." She paused. "I helped you... by turning you into a vampire." She knew how silly that sounded.
Olive: Blinking, she looked around, then down at herself as she heard that she had been shot. Oh yeah. The memories floated back, invading her mind as she furrowed her eyebrows at them. She blinked again, looking up into Mora's dark emerald gaze... blinking at how soft it was. How serene. Staring. Vampire... really? She laughed. She actually laughed. "No, seriously, what happened." Not that she didnt believe the woman, but surely this was all a joke. She looked around for the hidden cameras, though all she could think was one thought; If this is a joke, how come that pain was so real? She slid her hand from Mora's, though left the other, her now free one slipped to her chest at her shirt where her fingertip played at the sticky bloodied gunshot hole in the fabric. Real...
Mora: The blonde vampire watched pushing more and more loose bangs of gold, and pink behind her ears, it was the only thing she could do. She wouldn't force herself on Olive, it wasn't her style instead she'd let her come to the conclusion that she was a vampire on her own, she owed her that much. The only thing that plagued her mind was that she ripped this woman's life from her hands, forever young, forever immortal, forever living. It wasn't all bad, though? "That is what happened, Olive. I am not a liar." She told her pressing the woman's hand with her own as if to assure her of her presence here in the wilderness, and that she wasn't dreaming.
She was admiring the gunshot wound, Mora leaned in close and inspected it herself. "It's healing nicely. If you feed, it'll heal quicker. I assure you." She smiled then withdrawing from the woman and continuing to watch the woman with those warm, moss orbs of hers.
Olive: She blinked up at her words, giving a soft shake of her head. "I didnt... mean..." God I can be a ***** sometimes. She thought, shaking her head more firmly now, stopping to give a soft sigh as she dropped her hand and swallowed again. The taste of blood was still on her lips, and she struggled with how good she thought it tasted, idly wondering if thats what the woman meant by 'feeding.' What else could she mean? Vampires drink blood. I know. She shook her head, swallowing more harshly as her gulp became audible and her dark chocolate hues stared into those warm green ones. "Thank you..." She just didnt know what else to say at the moment. Even if she was a vampire now, what could she do about it? Nothing, but accept it. She didnt have a choice, and in that, she was glad. And that showed as a smile spread across her lips and her new fangs tipped into her lower lip. Alrighty then. Vampire it is. "Thank you...?" She said more forcefully, though the word 'you' ended in a question as she found she couldnt remember catching her name or not.
Mora: Mora waved away at the woman's concern's. "I know you didn't." She said to her with a smile. Her canine's showing through her peach lips, she hadn't fed properly tonight she could of course lure two humans to them if she really wanted to, it saved them time hunting but, hunting experience was needed to to survive as a vampire, she toyed with the idea mulling it over like it was a sour sweet in her mouth. "Mora." She said, catching the pause at the end of her thank you, she new she hadn't given her name. "Mora Daradasi, matriarch of the Daradasi lineage." She didn't say Noble, no no no. Mora refused to acknowledge her Noble blood.
"Are you hungry?" She asked her with a simple smile to match her question. If she was that was alright, she would show her how to feed and how to survive as a vampire. It was simple enough with the correct tutor to help.
Olive: She found herself nodding involuntarily. At the thought, her stomach churned, growling loudly at her as she realized exactly how hungry she was. She hadnt even been able to eat her candy bar like she had wanted, and that irked her a little - the fact that for once she had made the decision to do something and not gotten the chance to follow through on it. She smiled right back, raising both brows at the woman. "Thats quite an introduction of yourself... matriarch and all." She laughed lightly and looked around, moving to try to stand up though she couldnt without pulling the other woman up with her - so she did. She proceeded to dust Mora off, then herself, drawing in a deep breath. And realizing she didnt need to any longer. Woah. Cool. Hands slicked through her hair as she shoved her hands instinctively in her jackets pockets. "So whats the first thing I guess I should know about all this?" Clearly she caught on very fast, and had no problems accepting things as they were, as if she was destined to become what she was now.
Mora: She heard the growls, it was like a monster churning in her childe's belly. Mora found herself smiling, amused at the strange noises. She mentioned that Mora, had made quite the introduction and she shrugged her shoulders. "Habit when introducing myself, sorry." She laughed a little, the pit of her belly fluttered. Then, Olive lifted herself off the ground and pulled the blonde vampire with her she wasn't used to hands being so close to her since Dwayne, as she brushed any dirt of twigs that were caught in her hair, or attire. Mora stepped away from Olive, giving the woman her space to look at everything with new eyes. (ironic, when being a vampire)
"The first thing?" She asked before rubbing at her chin, there was so much to teach her but she had eternity to tell her these things. "The Masquerade. Do not be seen by humans when you feed, or use powers. Oh yes, as vampires we have powers -- forgot to mention that part." She brushed her fingers through her hair, thinking. "The Masquerade is pretty important, it keeps us safe and off the bounty list. So rule #1 don't get caught, do not tell humans about us unless you intend to turn them."
Olive: Looking around, Olive stared at everything with big wide eyes. It all looked the same, but at the same time, everything looked... clearer. She even found that her mind had gained a sort of edge, her thoughts not being so slow to come to the surface. I might like this. She admitted to herself, grinning. She stared at Mora with inquisitive eyes, pushing her hands into the pockets they were in to pull the jacket over her shoulders more taunt. Powers? This is so cool. She couldnt help but look excited in that instant, the excitement showing in her eyes as she smiled more warmly at Mora. So this was the woman who was going to teach her everything she needed to know about being a vampire. She looked her up and down more closely, gently admiring her with her brown hues that came back up to others green ones and settled. "Keep the secret. Got it." She nodded, then suddenly took off running, heading back towards the dimly lit streets of Harper Rock. She didnt know why, but she just felt the need to expend some energy all of a sudden, as if she had been sleeping for day upon days, even years on years. She didnt even look back to see if Mora was following or keeping up. If she's going to be teaching me, I need to see what she is capable of.
Mora: Hands brushed through the golden hair. "Yes, keep it a secret." She said, with a smile. She watched the woman admire her, unsure what she was looking at. Mora rubbing at her flushed cheeks and wondered what kind of vampire, Olive would be. Would she follow rules, or would she be a rule breaker. Mora wouldn't mind what path she took, each person was different in this time each person had different ways of handling things, or thoughts.
Olive ran then, away from her. Mora felt a pang of sadness, did she not accept this new gift did she not want it? Was she running for Mora and before she could do anything else she began to run after Olive, she didn't call her name simply ran from her. Pushing her voice into the woman's head using her mind speak ability. "Where are you going?" She asked, not running out breath, not sweating. Nothing, she simply followed the fledgling.
Olive: Olive stopped dead in her tracks at the womans voice in her head. No way. She slowly turned around, so slowly it seemed like a scene out of a horror movie as if the bad guy was standing right behind her. "No way." She voiced her thought out loud at Mora as the woman easily caught up. She brought a hand up out of her pocket, pointing to her gently. "Was that you? In my head?" She couldnt help but laugh, the question already making her sound crazy as is - as if being turned into a vampire wasnt crazy enough. "It was, wasnt it? A power?" She finally put two and two together, nodding slowly and softly as she grinned at Mora. "Do it again." Her chocolate hues danced over Mora as she stepped closer to her, staring at the womans lips as if she wanted to kiss her - though she was only trying to discern if the woman was speaking the words aloud or not.
Mora: Olive stopped, and Mora found herself stopping as well. She grinned, the dimples showing on the pristine white skin. Oh yes, she had powers. She had many powers. They were all telepathic based, of course she could track as well but.. she didn't want to reach out to other paths. "Speak again into you mind?" She asked before concentrating and pushing words into her mind, her lips no longer moving as she did so. "Like this?" She laughed, her laugh like a wind chime. Full of amusement. "Yes, it was a power. I am a telepath, I have the ability to do... telepathic things. Do you know what you are yet?" She inquired, each vampire had a path. She was curious as to what Olive was.
Olive: She gave off the lightest of giggles at the woman's words in her mind. Holy grab! She thought shaking her head almost in disbelief, but moreso as a way to stay calm and not give off another embarrassing giggle. What I am? She furrowed her brows, tipping her head to the side slightly as she thought for a moment. Path. Im a path. A vampire path. A shadow. The thoughts came to her as if she had thought them herself, and even though clearly she had, she herself had no idea what that mean. "A shadow path? Im a shadow?" She blinked her chocolates at Mora, shrugging as she put her hand back in her pocket and rocked back on her heels, resisting the urge to take off again.
Mora: Shadow. Well, Mora whistled. Mora only had the pleasure of siring one shadow, but she did have the pleasure of once upon a time experiencing shadow abilities. She knew what her childe could do, so it made sense that she could guide her further. "Well, you're a shadow. Nifty." She giggled, and shoved her hands into her jean pockets, thinking. "You have the ability to hide yourself, manipulate the shadows around, and break into people's homes if you truly wanted to." She laughed. "You will need to learn these powers as you go along of course. But, you'll get there. Also, tell me how you feel. How is your throat, do you feel weak at all?" She was worried she hadn't fed yet and she really needed to to keep her strength up.
Olive: How did I feel? She tipped her head again, smiling softly at the whistle and the woman's soft words. So welcoming, so warm. She liked this woman, and even as she thought about it felt an odd connection to her. Like she wanted to be there for her. Not necessarily sexually; more like a strong bond that could never be broken, and that struck her as oddly comforting. Olive had never really had anyone to be there for, let alone to have there for her. Well this is new. She sucked in a breath, her stomach flipping suddenly as she remembered the questions posed to her. At just the thought of her throat, fire erupted like a volcano from the very depths of her flipping stomach. Holy grab... She instinctual raised a hand to her throat, grabbing at it as she struggled to swallow dryly. What was this... this thirst?! She blinked wide eyes at Mora as if to silently ask for help, pushing out coarse words past dry vocal chords. "Im so thirsty!" She clenched her jaw, and almost as quickly as she had felt that sudden surge of energy she felt a wave of exhaustion roll over her. No, not exhaustion... weakness.
Mora: They wern't too far from the streets of bustling human bodies, she'd just grab one, maybe two and have her feed. Yes, that was a plan, and it was a good one too. She wrapped an arm around the woman's shoulder and began to lead her towards the city. "It's alright. That thirst is a thirst for blood. As most stories go, vampires need blood to survive. You of course don't have to live off human blood if you don't want to, there are alternatives. Animal blood, and contraband blood packs. But, I suggest you try human blood first." She shrugged, as they came out of the wilderness and into Honeymead, not to far from her library. "We'll fix it, I promise Olive." She moved into a neighboring alleyway and lured a red headed human in with her. (It was another nifty power) She had. Mora moved her hair from the woman's neck revealing the pink flesh, she beckoned Olive to come closer, making sure the human was transfixed on her. "Make sure you bite into the vein. Do not kill her, just take what you need and withdraw." She smiled, having faith Olive would not take this woman's life.
Olive: Strolling down the street, the woman rolled her toothpick over her bottom lip with her tongue idly as she glanced chocolate brown eyes up at the moon. It was a day late past the harvest moon, and she silently sucked in a sharp breath of cool night air past her toothpick at the sight of the glowing wonder. She slid a hand from her jacket pocket and checked for her wallet tucked safely into her back pocket of her skinny jeans, nodding at its existence as she decided she wanted something sweet and ducked into the nearest gas station.
Mora: Harper Rock, it was an odd place where vampires roamed, and some humans went by never noticing the mass of missing persons going missing each night, you had good vampires and bad vampires. The golden haired vampire was one of the 'good guys' she never got into trouble, having worked her way to the fourth floor of the raid before being ejected rather harshly she pocketed her hands into her black, skinny pipe jeans and made her way east towards the Coastside area of Harper Rock. She wanted to sell some of her loot she had acquired, planning on paltering the poor shop keeper into giving her a profit.
Olive: Strolling down the isles, she stopped in front of the candy bars. Tipping her head as her eyes flowed over the choices, she grumbled and reached for one, her eyes almost closed as she did it - clearly she had issues making decisions and choices based on her opinion of taste. Grabbing up a Carmello, she shrugged and made her way to the counter, pulling her wallet out of her back pocket with her free hand as she slid past some random shady looking male who was glancing around as if nervously watching over his back. She reached the counter and tossed the candy bar to it, pointing to the smokes behind the cashier and nodding; though she didnt say a brand name aloud, he reached and grabbed a pack as if to make the choice for her and started ringing her up.
Mora: Mora stopped off at a gas station, she couldn't tell you the location simply because she wasn't paying attention to street signs. Mora had the idea of perhaps selling her loot and going to Deux's rooftop garden and doing rituals. It would keep her mind off Dwayne, Josslin, August, Luxuria. Anyone really she had lost, it saddened her and she chose to hide those feelings and drag others down in her... sadness. Mora pushed open the door to the gas station, slipping her brown shoulder bag to the front to she could rummage through it she brought out a red velvet bag full of odds and ends, bones, flowers, zombie ears. The shopkeeper didn't need to know the in's and out's as to how she acquired them her telepathic powers would make him take them from her, she qued silently behind the woman with fire for hair and waited.
Olive: Looking to the door as a tall woman came in, she raised her chin slightly in a silent greeting and looked back to her wallet. Pulling the money out she handed it over, waving her hand at the loose change the cashier tried to give her back. She didnt need the problem of having something else to misplace or lose later on, objects around her always seemed to have a way of disappearing from her possession, though she didnt really care about the small issue as she didnt have many personal items to begin with. Grabbing up her candy bar and smokes, she slid from the counter carefully sidestepping around the woman now in front of her, only to walk dead center into the shady male holding a gun at her stomach. "Scream, and I'll kill you. Give me your wallet." Her chocolate eyes rolled around lightly. You've got to be kidding me. She raised a brow at him, standing there at point blank range. "Uhh, no." She stated blandly, giving him a look of disbelief and annoyance.
Mora: Mora returned the friendly nod to the fiery red head, her forest green orbs looking around the decor of the gas station, it was dark, dank and not very welcoming her orbs found their way to a shady fellow admiring the magazines. The red head stepped away and Mora stepped forward taking up the spot on the counter her elbows pressed against the cheap marble. "I'd like to sell these." She dropped the velvet pouch and admired her loot, before allowing her eyes to focus on the shop keep she canted her head making sure he was looking at her before using her palterer power on him, so he would not only buy the strange items but give her a good profit for it also. After a moments look between the two, he opened the register and handed Mora several hundred green bills. "Thank you kindly." She said pushing her voice into the gentleman's mind, she turned to leave when she smelt the metal of a gun, and saw the red head again, chatting with the shady fellow she saw before. She slipped into the scene calmly smiling at the two. "Is there a problem?" She spoke, remember how to speak after a month of -not- speaking.
Olive: The guy was clearly tweaking, or withdrawing from something, as the gun shook lightly at the tremble in his hand. "Gimme your wallet!" He urged her in a hushed but demanding tone, looking over to Mora as she slid in alongside the two of them. He pointed the gun at her then, the trembling only getting worse as his eye twitched. Olive sighed and pocketed her candy bar, shaking her head at the guy as she then opened her pack of smokes and pulled one out to place it between her lips. "Make me." She dared him, rolling her eyes at him again, him sliding the gun over to point it back at her only more center of her chest. The gun went off, and she instantly fell over, dropping her pack of smokes and wallet to the floor. The cigarette rolled from her lips as an almost instant pool of dark crimson surrounded her body. Seriously?! She thought, a hand coming up to press at the blood-pouring wound as she gurgled and coughed up blood. God damn this hurts. If she could have, she would have simply flailed a hand at him in that moment, clear pain and agony crossing and lingering on her facial features though as she struggled to stay alive.
Mora: Mora looked from the red head, to the twitching male his hand trembled on the handle of the gun. Mora knew what would happen. His gun wavered from Mora to the other girl. "Take it easy." She said in a calm, soothing tone but we all knew calm, and soothing tones usually made the situations worse and in this case it really did. It really didn't help that the woman was egging the male to do something daring with her rather sarcastic, and dry comments. 'make me' she coaxed and Mora wavered for a moment, and then the gun fired. The scent of gunpowder filled her nostrils and then the scent of blood followed. Mora acted then she grabbed the male by the jacket and threw him against the wall, and then towards the shopkeeper.
Her knee's bent as she grabbed at the bleeding woman and whisked her out into the night at least she'd be away from prying eyes of the humans, she moved as fast she could with the woman in her arms towards the cover of the wilderness granted the fae resided here but it seemed the safest bed beneath the cover of a willow tree, Mora set the woman down and gazed at her. "What's your name?" She asked.
Olive: Warmth. It seeped from her slowly as she felt a tingling sensation at her fingertips and toes. Suddenly she was lifted up, being carried off. The ****? She repeatedly thought, along with, God damn. This hurts. and Where is she taking me? It seemed just as fast as she had been lifted up she was set down, coughing up more blood that splattered on her lips and out of the corner of her mouth staining her porcelain skin. My name? She thought, chocolate pain filled hues dashing to the woman who not moments before had smiled at her as she walked into the station. "Ah... Olive..." She managed, coughing again as she gripped her hand to her chest, as if it could pull the pain from her as her lungs filled with blood and her legs grew cold from the reassuring warmth. "Skyyy..." She finished, starting to writhe at the pain that no longer centered in her chest but filled her entire being straight down to her soul.
Mora: Mora pressed a pale hand to the woman's center, but just putting pressure on the wound would not save the girl, no. Mora's blood would save her, allow her to live another day as an immortal. Mora canted her head, she had balls and Mora liked that, but could she be a sire again considering all her childer were missing or dead? She gnawed on her lip, her fang slipping through and drawing a little blod. Olive Sky, her name was and it was such a pretty name. "Olive, that is a very pretty name."
She moved a little forward then so her blonde hair covered the woman's face. "Do you want me to help you, Olive?" She asked, she would never force immortality on a person. Not after what her blood sire; Hellequin did to her, she would never allow it. If this woman wanted to be like her, a vampire and live forever she would have to tell Mora that she didn't want to die, that she wanted to live forever, anything of the sort.
Olive: She attempted a smile through the pain, the attempt just twisting into an odd face as she tried to force out the word 'Thanks' though no sound came from her blood stained lips. Swallowing a mouthful of her own blood she cried out softly in pain at the other womans hand at the wound on her chest. "Gahhh." Facial features twisted as her thoughts whipped from one to the next like a succession of dominoes. Help? I dont need her help! Jesus, this hurts... what is she talking about? Is she a doctor? She's a beautiful one if she is. Why would she ask that? Am I dying? I am... She frowned then, a harsh breath escaping her lips as she struggled to pull in a deeper one that shot more and more pain through her. I... why do I need to make this choice? Couldnt she just help me and drop me off at a hospital? I dont want to die... She groaned, muscled tightening in her throat as she finally nodded her head, a blood stained hand moving to clutch tightly at the fabric of Mora's shirt. "Dont... let me... die... please..." With each forced word she clenched her jaw to force out the next, tugging at the womans shirt, eyes widening even more with the increased coldness that flowed through her from the lack of blood in her body. Fear crossed in those chocolate hues, something rare for her as she hardly feared anything.
Mora: Mora watched it was all she did was watched, but now.. something awakened in her that made her want to act. She wanted to save, rescue do something that could save this young woman's life and it took her a moment to realize this, but the woman beat her to it. She grabbed at Mora's plaid shirt and pulled her closer, enough that she heard the gurgled words they consisted of 'don't let me die' and that was enough for her to kick start herself. She nodded at the woman, scooping an arm under the woman's neck drawing her closer so her body no longer rested against the bark of the willow tree but it now rested against her knees, and Olive's head rested on her legs. Mora bent her head over so her lips were close to the neck. "I'm sorry." She whispered, "This is the only way I can save you." Her fangs extended then and her sharp canine's entered her flesh with a soft CRUNCH she took a little bit of her blood, she was already knocking on deaths door, she took half a pint her peach lips bloodied with Olive's maroon blood. She then brought her wrist up to her mouth and bit into it. Black blood oozed from the wound and she hovered it over Olive's mouth. "Drink." She told her, no she demanded.
Olive: At the forced movement of her blood soaked body, she gurgled, eyes widening to their fullest extent as the woman bit into her. She cried out, both hands finding fabric at the womans thighs as she clawed into them, thoughts dashing from one corner of her mind to the other. What the ****?! She just bit me! Jesus christ, as if Im not already in enough pain! She stammered a forced breath out her lips, the pain at her neck rolling into the pain that covered her entire body, fingers no longer clawing but rather lightly resting as she blinked slowly with now hazed eyes at the womans black blood. Okay... She didnt argue, figuring if this was going to save her, she had no choice. And having no choice in the matter was something she found she was slightly rejoiced in, so she went along with it and pressed her lips to the black blood, drinking in a deep mouthful of the odd substance.
Mora: Mora combed a hand through the woman's fiery red hair. Every few moments she would encourage her, murmur words like "Your doing well, just a little more." several minutes passed by and the woman was still drinking from her rest like a new born babe to a mothers tit. She pulled her wrist away with force before lapping at her own bloodied wrist with a long tongue, before long her gaze shifted back down to Olive, hoping she would pass the next step. The change. "Don't fight it Olive." She told her.
She didn't want to lose this little stubborn firecracker, in that moment she felt something a spark, a connection and it gave her a glimmer of hope. "Let it happen my little firecracker." Her words were soft, endearing and caring. She would welcome this new one into this life with pleasure.
Olive: It had seemed like eternity, laying there as she drank, the womans fingers through her hair welcoming a warm feeling to fill through her again, though this time it was different, not like the last one that was almost evil feeling. This one was filled with something, filled with the warmth of caring and endearment, and Olive's eyes slid closed as she melted into it. Finally the woman pulled her wrist back, and she struggled to breathe, her breath stopping just short of her lungs as the black blood within her started to find its way into her system and change her. Like fire it filled her, spilling throughout her body at an astounding rate as the pain from being turned undead was almost too much for her to handle. She clutched at Mora again, though the womans words didnt go unheard as she clenched her jaw with eyes squeezed shut tight and struggled through it with tensing, rippling muscles all over her body. Her heart stopped finally, giving one last beat as the change completed, and her eyes fluttered open, the last breath of her human life seeping out past her lips in hesitant words. "...What... just happened to me?"
Mora: She listened, she listened to the woman's torment every now and again the woman felt such pain that Mora could feel it also, that was the thing about telepaths, they were so endearing, so empathic about those around them you could see the pained features on her feature. Little Olive was in pain, and it broke Mora's heart. Mora clutched at the woman her hands slipping into the woman's as if to calm her with her cold skin, Olive felt like hot embers, the change was a fever you could never shake it would either change you, or kill you. She'd attempted to change a few before Olive, and they had died in her arms. Olive would -not- have that fate. Olives eyes flickered, and then opened. Mora heard the last song of her beating heart before silence. There was nothing now but silents, and the flutter of bat's wings zipping around. She spoke, her voice like a bell. "You were shot, I took you here. To the wilderness, well the edge." She paused. "I helped you... by turning you into a vampire." She knew how silly that sounded.
Olive: Blinking, she looked around, then down at herself as she heard that she had been shot. Oh yeah. The memories floated back, invading her mind as she furrowed her eyebrows at them. She blinked again, looking up into Mora's dark emerald gaze... blinking at how soft it was. How serene. Staring. Vampire... really? She laughed. She actually laughed. "No, seriously, what happened." Not that she didnt believe the woman, but surely this was all a joke. She looked around for the hidden cameras, though all she could think was one thought; If this is a joke, how come that pain was so real? She slid her hand from Mora's, though left the other, her now free one slipped to her chest at her shirt where her fingertip played at the sticky bloodied gunshot hole in the fabric. Real...
Mora: The blonde vampire watched pushing more and more loose bangs of gold, and pink behind her ears, it was the only thing she could do. She wouldn't force herself on Olive, it wasn't her style instead she'd let her come to the conclusion that she was a vampire on her own, she owed her that much. The only thing that plagued her mind was that she ripped this woman's life from her hands, forever young, forever immortal, forever living. It wasn't all bad, though? "That is what happened, Olive. I am not a liar." She told her pressing the woman's hand with her own as if to assure her of her presence here in the wilderness, and that she wasn't dreaming.
She was admiring the gunshot wound, Mora leaned in close and inspected it herself. "It's healing nicely. If you feed, it'll heal quicker. I assure you." She smiled then withdrawing from the woman and continuing to watch the woman with those warm, moss orbs of hers.
Olive: She blinked up at her words, giving a soft shake of her head. "I didnt... mean..." God I can be a ***** sometimes. She thought, shaking her head more firmly now, stopping to give a soft sigh as she dropped her hand and swallowed again. The taste of blood was still on her lips, and she struggled with how good she thought it tasted, idly wondering if thats what the woman meant by 'feeding.' What else could she mean? Vampires drink blood. I know. She shook her head, swallowing more harshly as her gulp became audible and her dark chocolate hues stared into those warm green ones. "Thank you..." She just didnt know what else to say at the moment. Even if she was a vampire now, what could she do about it? Nothing, but accept it. She didnt have a choice, and in that, she was glad. And that showed as a smile spread across her lips and her new fangs tipped into her lower lip. Alrighty then. Vampire it is. "Thank you...?" She said more forcefully, though the word 'you' ended in a question as she found she couldnt remember catching her name or not.
Mora: Mora waved away at the woman's concern's. "I know you didn't." She said to her with a smile. Her canine's showing through her peach lips, she hadn't fed properly tonight she could of course lure two humans to them if she really wanted to, it saved them time hunting but, hunting experience was needed to to survive as a vampire, she toyed with the idea mulling it over like it was a sour sweet in her mouth. "Mora." She said, catching the pause at the end of her thank you, she new she hadn't given her name. "Mora Daradasi, matriarch of the Daradasi lineage." She didn't say Noble, no no no. Mora refused to acknowledge her Noble blood.
"Are you hungry?" She asked her with a simple smile to match her question. If she was that was alright, she would show her how to feed and how to survive as a vampire. It was simple enough with the correct tutor to help.
Olive: She found herself nodding involuntarily. At the thought, her stomach churned, growling loudly at her as she realized exactly how hungry she was. She hadnt even been able to eat her candy bar like she had wanted, and that irked her a little - the fact that for once she had made the decision to do something and not gotten the chance to follow through on it. She smiled right back, raising both brows at the woman. "Thats quite an introduction of yourself... matriarch and all." She laughed lightly and looked around, moving to try to stand up though she couldnt without pulling the other woman up with her - so she did. She proceeded to dust Mora off, then herself, drawing in a deep breath. And realizing she didnt need to any longer. Woah. Cool. Hands slicked through her hair as she shoved her hands instinctively in her jackets pockets. "So whats the first thing I guess I should know about all this?" Clearly she caught on very fast, and had no problems accepting things as they were, as if she was destined to become what she was now.
Mora: She heard the growls, it was like a monster churning in her childe's belly. Mora found herself smiling, amused at the strange noises. She mentioned that Mora, had made quite the introduction and she shrugged her shoulders. "Habit when introducing myself, sorry." She laughed a little, the pit of her belly fluttered. Then, Olive lifted herself off the ground and pulled the blonde vampire with her she wasn't used to hands being so close to her since Dwayne, as she brushed any dirt of twigs that were caught in her hair, or attire. Mora stepped away from Olive, giving the woman her space to look at everything with new eyes. (ironic, when being a vampire)
"The first thing?" She asked before rubbing at her chin, there was so much to teach her but she had eternity to tell her these things. "The Masquerade. Do not be seen by humans when you feed, or use powers. Oh yes, as vampires we have powers -- forgot to mention that part." She brushed her fingers through her hair, thinking. "The Masquerade is pretty important, it keeps us safe and off the bounty list. So rule #1 don't get caught, do not tell humans about us unless you intend to turn them."
Olive: Looking around, Olive stared at everything with big wide eyes. It all looked the same, but at the same time, everything looked... clearer. She even found that her mind had gained a sort of edge, her thoughts not being so slow to come to the surface. I might like this. She admitted to herself, grinning. She stared at Mora with inquisitive eyes, pushing her hands into the pockets they were in to pull the jacket over her shoulders more taunt. Powers? This is so cool. She couldnt help but look excited in that instant, the excitement showing in her eyes as she smiled more warmly at Mora. So this was the woman who was going to teach her everything she needed to know about being a vampire. She looked her up and down more closely, gently admiring her with her brown hues that came back up to others green ones and settled. "Keep the secret. Got it." She nodded, then suddenly took off running, heading back towards the dimly lit streets of Harper Rock. She didnt know why, but she just felt the need to expend some energy all of a sudden, as if she had been sleeping for day upon days, even years on years. She didnt even look back to see if Mora was following or keeping up. If she's going to be teaching me, I need to see what she is capable of.
Mora: Hands brushed through the golden hair. "Yes, keep it a secret." She said, with a smile. She watched the woman admire her, unsure what she was looking at. Mora rubbing at her flushed cheeks and wondered what kind of vampire, Olive would be. Would she follow rules, or would she be a rule breaker. Mora wouldn't mind what path she took, each person was different in this time each person had different ways of handling things, or thoughts.
Olive ran then, away from her. Mora felt a pang of sadness, did she not accept this new gift did she not want it? Was she running for Mora and before she could do anything else she began to run after Olive, she didn't call her name simply ran from her. Pushing her voice into the woman's head using her mind speak ability. "Where are you going?" She asked, not running out breath, not sweating. Nothing, she simply followed the fledgling.
Olive: Olive stopped dead in her tracks at the womans voice in her head. No way. She slowly turned around, so slowly it seemed like a scene out of a horror movie as if the bad guy was standing right behind her. "No way." She voiced her thought out loud at Mora as the woman easily caught up. She brought a hand up out of her pocket, pointing to her gently. "Was that you? In my head?" She couldnt help but laugh, the question already making her sound crazy as is - as if being turned into a vampire wasnt crazy enough. "It was, wasnt it? A power?" She finally put two and two together, nodding slowly and softly as she grinned at Mora. "Do it again." Her chocolate hues danced over Mora as she stepped closer to her, staring at the womans lips as if she wanted to kiss her - though she was only trying to discern if the woman was speaking the words aloud or not.
Mora: Olive stopped, and Mora found herself stopping as well. She grinned, the dimples showing on the pristine white skin. Oh yes, she had powers. She had many powers. They were all telepathic based, of course she could track as well but.. she didn't want to reach out to other paths. "Speak again into you mind?" She asked before concentrating and pushing words into her mind, her lips no longer moving as she did so. "Like this?" She laughed, her laugh like a wind chime. Full of amusement. "Yes, it was a power. I am a telepath, I have the ability to do... telepathic things. Do you know what you are yet?" She inquired, each vampire had a path. She was curious as to what Olive was.
Olive: She gave off the lightest of giggles at the woman's words in her mind. Holy grab! She thought shaking her head almost in disbelief, but moreso as a way to stay calm and not give off another embarrassing giggle. What I am? She furrowed her brows, tipping her head to the side slightly as she thought for a moment. Path. Im a path. A vampire path. A shadow. The thoughts came to her as if she had thought them herself, and even though clearly she had, she herself had no idea what that mean. "A shadow path? Im a shadow?" She blinked her chocolates at Mora, shrugging as she put her hand back in her pocket and rocked back on her heels, resisting the urge to take off again.
Mora: Shadow. Well, Mora whistled. Mora only had the pleasure of siring one shadow, but she did have the pleasure of once upon a time experiencing shadow abilities. She knew what her childe could do, so it made sense that she could guide her further. "Well, you're a shadow. Nifty." She giggled, and shoved her hands into her jean pockets, thinking. "You have the ability to hide yourself, manipulate the shadows around, and break into people's homes if you truly wanted to." She laughed. "You will need to learn these powers as you go along of course. But, you'll get there. Also, tell me how you feel. How is your throat, do you feel weak at all?" She was worried she hadn't fed yet and she really needed to to keep her strength up.
Olive: How did I feel? She tipped her head again, smiling softly at the whistle and the woman's soft words. So welcoming, so warm. She liked this woman, and even as she thought about it felt an odd connection to her. Like she wanted to be there for her. Not necessarily sexually; more like a strong bond that could never be broken, and that struck her as oddly comforting. Olive had never really had anyone to be there for, let alone to have there for her. Well this is new. She sucked in a breath, her stomach flipping suddenly as she remembered the questions posed to her. At just the thought of her throat, fire erupted like a volcano from the very depths of her flipping stomach. Holy grab... She instinctual raised a hand to her throat, grabbing at it as she struggled to swallow dryly. What was this... this thirst?! She blinked wide eyes at Mora as if to silently ask for help, pushing out coarse words past dry vocal chords. "Im so thirsty!" She clenched her jaw, and almost as quickly as she had felt that sudden surge of energy she felt a wave of exhaustion roll over her. No, not exhaustion... weakness.
Mora: They wern't too far from the streets of bustling human bodies, she'd just grab one, maybe two and have her feed. Yes, that was a plan, and it was a good one too. She wrapped an arm around the woman's shoulder and began to lead her towards the city. "It's alright. That thirst is a thirst for blood. As most stories go, vampires need blood to survive. You of course don't have to live off human blood if you don't want to, there are alternatives. Animal blood, and contraband blood packs. But, I suggest you try human blood first." She shrugged, as they came out of the wilderness and into Honeymead, not to far from her library. "We'll fix it, I promise Olive." She moved into a neighboring alleyway and lured a red headed human in with her. (It was another nifty power) She had. Mora moved her hair from the woman's neck revealing the pink flesh, she beckoned Olive to come closer, making sure the human was transfixed on her. "Make sure you bite into the vein. Do not kill her, just take what you need and withdraw." She smiled, having faith Olive would not take this woman's life.
