<Jersey> She slid her hand lightly over the curve of her neck, managing not to wince as she tried to knead away a knot that had been threatening to form there from the way she'd slept the evening before. It probably didn't help, either, getting fed on but it wasn't as if she were too concerned. At least, she didn't think that the female vampire that had been feeding on her meant her any harm. Siren had become what Jersey referred to her as, due to the way the woman often seemed to lure her to the place with the zombies.This RP takes place on March 14th, 2014
The blonde still hadn't figured out how to bring it up to Peter, or even if she should - mentally, she weighed the odd that the man would likely never let her leave his sight and decided against it. Jersey chewed on her bottom lip, a habit showing when she was thinking too hard, and left Peppermint quietly after making sure that her co-worker wouldn't be swarmed with customers. It was something she did in hope that if it happened to her, they'd stay to help out a bit even if they wanted to go home.
"I think I'm going to have another salad tonight..." She mumbled to herself, pausing as she let a couple pass her going into the mall as she stepped out. Fifteen minutes later, Jersey stepped onto the transit at Wickbridge station, intending to head to River Rock to check out one of the restaurants that had been suggested by a co-worker. Accidentally, she bumped into a woman, flashing a smile as she apologized quickly.
<Kallista> The bow danced over the strings as Kallista manipulated them with a practiced that came from years of musical lessons. The violin wasn’t the only instrument that she had mastered in her young life. Flute and piano were the others that she had learned and could play them all easily. Music was the one thing that had always came easy to her, and she was pleased that she hadn’t lost her talent when she had been brought to this life. She’d been playing more often as of late, day and night, losing herself in the different works of Mozart, Chopin and various other composers.
The last note faded and she was left with silence as she lowered both bow and violin. She glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that so much time had passed since she had begun to play. A dry itch was present in the back of her throat and she knew it was way past the time that she usually fed. As of late she hadn’t left the apartment much, choosing to lure a human to her and more often than not it was the same female. Blonde, about her height and the one thing Kallista had noticed was the slight spark of recognition in her eyes each time she appeared, regardless of her dazed state. She sighed. One of these nights she’d probably have to take care of that but she couldn’t bring herself to. Not yet at least.
After stowing her instrument safely away Kallista moved carefully through the apartment just in case Kelly was sleeping. She didn’t like to wake him even though she knew he wouldn’t mind. The itch in her throat was more prominent now and she couldn’t put off feeding any longer so she curled up in an armchair by the window and closed her eyes, letting the power fill her to send out a command to lure a nearby human to her.
<Jersey> She felt the pull and bit down on her bottom lip as she tried to stubbornly ignore it. She wanted food, not to go where she needed to before she exhaled and eventually, gave in to the sensation as she fell into step and allowed her instincts to take over. The path had become familiar to her; she’d enter the sewers from River Rock or Moss End, make her way through and around the naked, tattooed people and quickly past a sleeping vampire to where the zombies were. And her Siren. That’s who she was to Jersey, a Siren. For sometime, the blonde had actually thought she was dreaming until the same sensation appeared in her neck once she was around Peter.
And that had tipped her off, a vampire had been feeding on her. Was this one like her love? Or would she kill her if she realized that she knew about their kind? It was something that Jersey wasn’t quite sure she wanted to figure out. She could play the role of dumb blonde easily, although she hated doing it. Feign ignorance. That generally worked with everything and anyone that knew little about her - luckily for Jersey, that was just about everyone that met her. The blonde could say that it was the same for herself, too.
Slipping on some sort of gunk, Jersey made a sound of disgust before she caught her balance and began to make her way to the ladder. The beeping didn’t register, nor did the sound of a gunshot echoing off the sewer tiles. She grunted softly, not thinking of anything of the flower beginning to blossom across the front of her blouse staining it crimson.
<Kallista> A pale, slender hand came up to rub her throat as if she thought that would help ease the dry, scratchy feeling she was currently experiencing. Why did she always wait so long to feed? Some nights, she didn’t even wake and when she eventually did she was ravenous, needing two or three humans to sate her thirst. Maybe she needed to start taking better care of herself. Surely that would help, wouldn’t it?The security feed alerted her at the same time the door opened and Kallista turned her head to see who it was. It was her.
The girl that she had been luring for ages now. She uncurled herself from her spot on the oversized armchair and stood. Her bare feet made no sound on the hardwood flooring as she crossed the room meeting the human girl halfway. “Hello…” she whispered quietly, knowing she wouldn’t get a response given the humans dazes state. “Thank you...I know you don’t understand and I know you recognize me. One night I will explain this to you.” And give you the choice of dying or becoming mine. But those words weren’t spoken aloud. Slender fingers curled around the female’s neck but before Kallista could even think of feeding the potent scent of fresh, human blood filled her senses. Unconsciously she licked her lips and spared a glance at the girl, her blue eyes growing wide when she caught sight of the blood staining the front of her shirt. “Oh no,” she whispered, a huge ball of dread forming in the pit of her stomach. What was she going to do?
<Jersey> She was so out of it, her head so foggy as she walked, drawn to the woman's apartment as she had been night before night without any hesitation. Jersey knew at some point, she'd have to either tell him, or she'd have to confront the vampire herself - the latter caused her to snort inwardly. That would go well. "I know what you are and I know what you're doing to me." And what would she threaten her with, a stake? Holy water? She was almost tempted to ask later on that evening. Jersey stopped halfway as she stared blankly, seeing her face as she tried to get her thoughts straight.
Was the woman talking to her? What was that pain in her abdomen? Why did she smell blood? Her green eyes blinked slowly while she listened to the woman talk, whisper. She did understand, but she couldn't admit that without putting herself at risk at a later date, but at least this woman seemed to be kind. She had just thanked her, after all. Her head tilted automatically at the touch, baring her neck for the other without any difficulty. "Oh no? What's oh no?" The blonde wondered as she felt her head getting foggier, the pain growing more and more significant. A trembling hand moved to the bloodied spot on her shirt before she glanced at her fingertips as they came away crimson. The only sound that came out in a small, frightened whimper and her green eyes immediately shot to the woman's blue, pleading silently before her fear of blood caught up to her.
Jersey collapsed, unconscious.
<Kallista> The sick feeling of dread grew as the human raised her blood stained fingertips. Kallista caught the pleading look in the others eyes and somehow managed to catch her right before she hit the floor. She fell to her knees and maneuvered the woman so that her head was resting in her lap. She tore a strip of fabric off of the shirt the human female was wearing and pressed it against the wound on her stomach hoping that maybe she could get the bleeding to stop. It never crossed Kallista’s mind that it could be too late for that.
It was a good thing that the human was unconscious so she wasn’t feeling the pain that Kallista was surely causing her. The harder the mystic pressed the more the wound seemed to bleed. The tiny scrap of fabric was soon soaked through and her pale, delicate fingers were coated in the thick crimson fluid. Tears streaked her cheeks. This was her fault. Why couldn’t she have just gone to the lobby to buy a bag of blood? If only she had done that, then this innocent female wouldn’t be laying on her floor in the condition she was in.
The silence around her was deafening, the only noise being the rapid beating of the heartbeat of the girl that Kallista was trying to save. If she could just stop the bleeding maybe she could get her to the hospital. Just when she allowed herself to start hoping that it would be possible the rapid beating seemed to flutter. It skipped a beat once, twice...a long pause….another beat, much weaker than the ones before it and it was then that Kallista knew there was no hope.
She almost called for Kelly but knew she was running out of time. There was only one thing left for her to do if she had any hope of saving this girl. Bringing her wrist up to her mouth she tore it open with her fangs and pressed it against her lips, urging her to drink.
<Jersey> She was out cold for a good part of it, and it were likely even if she hadn't been, she would have just passed out once more. Blood, pain. Perhaps even the sight of the vampire actually trying to save her would have just been too much for her at that moment. As Kallista pressed Jersey grew colder and her heart worked harder, only for it to be a moot point. She was dying. There was no white light for her and somehow, in the back of her mind, she wondered if it was because of what she was fated for.
The memories that began to flash before her eyes belonged to the woman she had been, the unknown stranger and were foreign to her before a glimpse of Peter appeared. He vanished, and then ones of the dogs, followed by Mora and customers at Peppermint, and after, there was the kind cashier at the market she went to that smiled at her and made idle chitchat. "Good memories." She thought, even as the first time the mysterious vampire fed on her entered her mind. Jersey felt a tear slide down her cheek. Hers? She didn't think she was crying.
She parted her lips to take a breath of air only to receive a mouthful of blood, Jersey instinctively attempting to cough it back up once it had moved down her throat. The taste was vile and she could feel her heartbeat slowing the more she drank. When her heart stopped completely and her stomach gave a lurch from the blood she consumed Jersey stopped and fell still, her eyes closed. She was dead, but she was alive. She didn't know whether or not to scream and cry, or rejoice and thank the woman. At least she didn't until the stabbing hunger hit her, and she opened her eyes to look up at the woman.
"I feel like a train wreck." Jersey murmured under her breath uselessly, but made no attempt to lift her head from her lap, she could smell and feel the blood that clung to her body, made her cloths stick to her skin and it all made her nauseous once more as she closed her eyes. Her head was spinning.
