No rest for the wicked-(Invite or PM)

[Satine]

It was several nights that passed since Satine met her demise. Passed would be an understatement. Satine spent that time trying to fight and nearly claw her way out of the fog of confusion that had replaced what she still had not quite put together. Prior to the skull rattling five finger death punch the evil doctor had sent to her face she had been in an impressive survival mode. It was as if she stepped off the plane and landed in a war zone she had never expected nor was prepared for. From the soldier of misfortune with fresh blood on her hands she had shifted into a lethargic monster that crawled out of a cold bed at sundown.

Satine Hodges went through a metamorphosis that revealed a beast of countless threats. A change that was giving her hell while coming to grips with the level of constant hunger that gnawed on every part of her. It was a tormenting and nearly insatiable appetite that truly bordered on insanity. It inspired her mind to crawl deeper into dark and disturbing places that it never had a reason to before. Except for Chester. But even what she did to him was child’s play compared to what was currently inhabiting her bloodthirsty mind. Such thoughts that most, including the criminally insane, would not admit to while still free to walk the streets.

Even though it had been less than seventy-two hours since Micah had shown her dying lips mercy it already had been too long since she felt that rush boiling its way through her body. There was no mistaking the signs of imminent death. It was there and now that she had felt it she was sure she would never forget. A process of reaching a finality to all that she knew slowly wrapping up as if it was so simple as the ending credits of a short film. One that would not be highly viewed or rated. Her brain was there and she was ready. She felt that unforgettable final freeze of her heart ceasing to pump then a mind blowing rush that had her last energy spent on the shock of awareness. It took her in one swift bite, chewed her up swallowed her whole and consumed her. Then came that euphoric blast that ripped through her body layer by dying layer. If dying felt that good then she wanted to die again. Over and over. No drug could ever match what was in the blood that brought her back. Death was a rush and she was not entirely sure if she was hooked the pleasure in its beginning or end process. All the fools who cried at funerals had no idea how good it was.

Velveteen. Of all the scenarios she dreamed up over the years that could possibly take place when she would first set eyes on her twin it was the one furthest from her minds reach that happened. Like some futuristic leather encased gun wielding superhero she tumbled into the backroom of Adrenaline Tattoo borne out of thin air. Satine locked eyes on her and it was instant. If there was any room left for doubt that she found who she was looking for it was banished quickly. It happened when Velveteen took the gun in her hand and used it to knock Satine in the head to put her lights out.

All of that and so much more had brought on what was currently taking place. Fractured bulbs littered the carpet throughout the apartment. Twenty-two to be exact. Twenty-two bulbs that would never glow and reveal what they had when she first entered and discovered. She looked like a walking corpse. Every thing she could recall from what a dead body looked like she had going on when the bright lights hit it. All except that she was not stiff as concrete. Cold skin, yes, but she was still moving around. Her feet found the floor and even the carpet had more heat in its fibers than the soles that pressed down into it. Her hands and knees peeked out of the receding sheets as they succumbed to the empty mattress she left behind. She had enough to absorb without getting distracted by her necrotic flesh clinging to her bones. She could live without the lights. Her steps were not silent as she worked her way down the length of the hall. Each frail piece left a dull crunching sound as it submitted to the weight of her bare feet making their way. There was a deafening noise of cars, doors closing, whispers of people she couldn’t see and a rising irritation that came from being over stimulated. It felt like the hangover from hell and like she had not had anything to drink or eat in weeks. She needed to deal with both quickly.

The walk through the streets was an increased assault on her senses. Satine grit her teeth and felt the tips of her nails dig into the inside of her palms as she moved around the first corner within sight. She needed something to replenish the energy that was fading fast from her body. Her eyes fixed on the distant movements of a female locking a back door of a shop. The clinking of the mechanisms setting into place while the key turned were like a rhythmic beat in sync with the steps her feet took to clear the distance between the woman's body and her own. The heat of the unsuspecting body drew her in like a moth to the sweetest flame. Her body instantly pressed in tight to conform and seal any space between their natural curves. Satine had no idea what she was doing but every movement she made to advance the situation at hand screamed she was getting so much closer to that source of pleasure she craved. That fix was attainable. She could almost taste it as her cool fingers curled around the females warm wrist and squeezed tight while her other hand went over the lips that parted to scream.

Let it be said that taking a human being by surprise and carrying them off is not half as easy as it appears to be in the movies. It is a challenge one should train for before attempting. Satine felt the stab of the business end of the keys in the opposite hand she neglected to secure in favor of quieting the woman’s expected protests. As the female elbowed and stomped her heel back into what was holding her the scent of fear and salty skin found Satine’s lips and tongue in the chaotic wrestle of the two bodies. A fire was lit and now the demand to sate her hunger was not going to be ignored. The sounds of flesh popping beneath her lips burst through her ears and brain. She began consuming the essence of what slowly went limp in her uninvited embrace. It was close to the rush she desired but not quite. Something was missing and her anger at being disappointed surfaced. Her mouth withdrew its potentially lethal hold and her hands released the female to fall like dead weight onto the alley asphalt at her feet.

Satine was not entirely satisfied. It was like she was being denied something she had yet to be aware of. She couldn’t put her finger on it as she licked her lips loud enough that even she found the sound rather annoying and ceased the action altogether. She needed to try it again. Her eyes darted to the shadows suddenly moving towards the street. What was it or whom? Was she seen? She looked down at the body that didn’t move. A stretch of her leg had her stepping over the woman and heading towards the street to find out.

[Micah]

It had only been 72 hours since his life had taken a turn in an unknown direction and the world as he knew it had been flipped upside down. Did he regret his decision to save Satine? Yes and no. Yes because Vel hadn’t been ready. She had asked, no she had begged to have some time to get to know her twin and he had granted that. Turning her had always been in the cards but not this soon. Vel had been aware that time was running out for Satine and once the sand in the hourglass had disappeared that was it. His wife had been reluctant but she had agreed. In that situation she wasn’t thinking correctly and because of that, Micah had to put his foot down and remind her of all the reasons Satine couldn’t stay human. That was part of the reason that he didn’t regret what he’d done.

Satine, as a human, had been a threat. She’d seen too much for her to remain alive. That was one reason. The other? Micah hadn’t wanted Vel to lose her sister before she even got to know her. So instead of walking away, or forcing Vel to make a decision that she might not have been able to make with a clear conscious he had stepped in and taken it upon himself to save her. He’d never even considered that Satine might not have wanted to be saved. The killer didn’t spare a thought for her feelings. His priority had been and would always be Vel. And even though she didn’t know Satine, he knew his wife well enough to understand that Vel wanted that connection. She wanted her sister to be around and because of that, he’d turned her. Vel was upset and he could understand that. It was his hope that in time his wife would come to understand his reasons and not be so angry. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

72 hours and Micah hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Satine. Who knew what she was doing, or what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into? However little did she know that he had assigned Bunny to keep tabs on her. Fresh out of the hospital, his thrall had returned more determined than ever to do whatever she was asked to do. Figuring it to be a relatively simple task that wouldn’t strain her still healing body, he’d asked if she was interested and Bunny had jumped on it like someone had lit a fire under her ***. Turned out that the girl had a strong dislike for his newest childe and Bunny was more than happy to be a tattletale, should she catch Satine ******* up. Speaking of Bunny….

Text from Bunny - Master Micah, I think you should come quick. Im too far away to tell much, but I did witness her struggling with a human….

“Of course. Already becoming a pain in my ***,” he grumbled under his breath and replied. A series of texts were exchanged between the two before he shoved his feet into his boots and left the Eyrie. Following Bunny’s directions to the letter it didn’t take him too long to spot his thrall, her long blond hair making her stand out like a beacon. A beacon for a newly turned vampire that didn’t know **** about what was and wasn’t acceptable. Micah would be changing that real quick.

Approaching Bunny on silent feet the killer grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a deserted ally. “What are you doing?” He hissed under his breath directly into her ear. “Do you want to die? You know better than to stand out in the open when you’re keeping tabs on someone. Have I taught you nothing? Did those drugs they gave you in the hospital diminish your common sense?” The small blond cowered underneath his rage, but the wheels in his head had started to turn. Abruptly he changed the subject.

“Right. We’re going to teach her a lesson. Do you have your Bane?” A nod came from the girl. “Good. This is what you’re going to do.” He kept his voice low, unsure of how far away Satine was. She was nearby, that much he knew. He absolutely did not under any circumstances want her to discover him so once he gave Bunny her instructions, he called on the shadows, using them to conceal his body rendering him invisible from anyone for a short period of time. “Go Bunny. I won’t let anything happen to you.” The thrall nodded and stepped out into the open. Now all he had to do was wait.

[Satine]

The aroma of cooling blood drifted upward filling Satine’s nostrils as the migrating night air drifted over her shoulders. It was taunting her with its dance across the front of her shirt and over her shoulders like a ghost trying to slip in and whisper a secret. The odor of the woman’s blood was proof that it was true. A young female was in need of emergency assistance in the Wickbridge area. What was weak had made her a little bit stronger.

Another strong breeze moved through her black as the night hair. It lifted the silken tresses from her shoulders to float in the wake of her current path she was walking. Random tips were dull with the dried blood and could be considered the small tokens of merit she earned from her first feeding. Minutes and hours blurred as time did it’s work of stirring those dark cravings and working them up into a nearly consuming sensation. She couldn’t sit still. A sensation of freedom motivated her to do anything but that. She felt it increase in each step, every blink of her eye and even in her gums as her tongue curled to massage the sharp points of those fangs she still was getting used to.

Satine looked down and casually took hold of the edges of her jacket and fastened the the top buttons to conceal what she had neglected to before. If she was to be concerned over the scent she was leaving in the air it was lost on her. She was given a lecture of what to do, not to do and what she should do if she didn’t know. Part of it she listened to and the rest of it was in one ear and out the other. It was like setting a kid loose in an amusement park and telling them to stay on the narrow path and walk right through and exit the other side without going on a single ride. It was just not going to happen. Not at that moment. She wanted more and was going to take it. Rules. She was a vampire. The world was full of humans and somewhere people were always ******* and creating more. Who would miss one or two? She wasn’t handed any ration coupons.

Satine itched the back of her neck as the words and the voices that carried them still lingered in her head where she still had a sliver of a conscious left. However, even that was shrinking quickly. It interfered with the part of her that was driven to reach her goal. She killed someone and got away with it. Now she had the ability to do what ranked higher on her list of fun things to do than being good. Death. She wanted to feel that rush again...to create it. All she needed is another unsuspecting source. She would get it right given time and lots of practice.The crunch of tiny pebbles beneath a light step of a shoe caught her attention. The shimmer of long blonde hair made an appearance. This was wonderful. The world around her was blooming into a warm walking buffet.

“Ask and you shall receive.” She hissed with a tingle of anticipation wiggling through her as she restrained herself from going into a full bounce with her steps towards the golden mane.

Satine was on a high she had yet to learn she could not afford to recklessly entertain pursuing. Her appetite was larger than her existence warranted. There was an ebbing of the initial pleasure that her turning had left behind and she blamed all of her impulsivity on this particular night on that alone. It was his fault...maybe even hers but they pulled her into wonderland. She couldn’t be happier and possibly never had been more psychotic. She was going to have fun while she was here. She was hooked on that mind blowing rush and she was determined to find a source to tap into and get it all over again.

Satine moved in closer and thought about the weight of the ax in her hand. She could smell that blood and the scream that coupled the panic in the eyes of Chester. She drank in the power of having all that control over him as he begged. She wanted to get wasted on the high it promised all over again. She watched the blonde head turn slightly as she came up far too close for comfort.

“Hey sugar…” Satine was surprised to find the woman was stronger than the first one. In fact this one could possibly be Buffy the vampire slayer herself as she felt her ribs jarred upward on the right side when the chick’s elbow lodged firmly in that very spot. “You *****.”

That was it. Playtime was over. Buffy was going down. Satine made a lightning quick lock down of her jaws on the petite crook of the female’s neck while a knee found her crotch. It hurt but the reward surfaced and pooled through the material between skin and her mouth. One swallow down and another was in the process when it was like hell broke loose from her lips, down her throat and an inferno of holy **** exploded through her entire body. She was debilitated instantly and her jaws lost their hold. Satine didn’t even try to stay on her own two feet. She writhed on the way down to the asphalt like a squealing ***** in defeat.

“Oh ******* a…” It hurt to say another word. Her body coiled up like a earthworm. The assault of nausea and pain was not the rush she was prepared for.

[Micah]

She was proud that she didn’t show an ounce of fear as she stepped out of her hiding spot. Facing down Satine wasn’t something that she was looking forward to. The last time the small blond had come face to face with the deranged replica of Master’s wife, Bunny had landed in the hospital undergoing surgery to save her life. The scars would never fade, physically or mentally. The thrall was no stranger to death and violence having participated in several hunts, even managing to kill a target or two. But this….it terrified her. She had never wanted to come face to face with Satine again but Master had asked her to do this task and she would do it because letting him down just wasn’t an option. He’d done too much for her.

As she moved towards the single street light that illuminated the area it dawned her her - she had nothing to be afraid of. The relic she kept on her would be enough to provide a distraction if Satine took the bait and tried to sink her fangs in her. Master was close and he’d be there to intervene before Satine got carried away. Suddenly the fear she had been feeling melted away and it was replaced with a righteous fury. How dare this woman make her feel this way? No more. She was going to hurt and Bunny would be there to watch with a sadistic glee she didn’t normally feel.

The hair on the back of her neck rose and before she could turn she heard that voice in her head. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Acting on instinct her elbow shot out, catching Satine in the stomach. The curse that came from the fledgling had her lips curling in satisfaction but it was short lived. Those fangs appeared and swiftly pierced the fragile skin of her neck but there was no way in hell Bunny was going down without a fight. Her knee came up and she knew that she connected with something but she couldn’t see past the curtain of black hair that concealed her vision.

Bunny knew the instant that her poisoned blood made contact with Satine’s tongue. The vampire released her and hit the ground, gagging and cursing as the blood did it’s damage. Growing up Bunny had been taught to never kick someone when they were down and while she was sure that her parents hadn’t meant it literally, she still let that lesson go unheeded as the toe of her steel toed hiking boot connected with Satine’s ribs. “*****,” she snarled in a tone so unlike her. “You filthy, nasty, disgusting *****!” Over and over and over she kicked her and when she got tired of using her feet she dropped to her knees and used her small, balled fists to rain blows down on the helpless vampire puking her guts out onto the unforgiving concrete. Bunny wanted to smash her face into it and ask her how it made her feel, even got so far as to slid her hands into those long black tresses when she was abruptly stopped by the sound of her Master’s voice.

“BUNNY! That is ENOUGH!”

The anger in his voice took her off guard and she released Satine’s hair, standing to face her master as he stepped out from the darkened alley. That was it. She was done for. Now all she could do was stand there like a chastised child and await the punishment she knew she had coming to her.

As he stepped out of the shadows his overall stance radiated disapproval. He hadn’t asked his thrall to do anything more than wait for Satine to make an appearance. She was a fledgling. A starving fledgling to be precise. The sight of a lone human standing there like an all you can eat buffet would be a temptation that she wouldn’t be able to resist. Micah had realized that Bunny was reluctant to do so but she did it anyways because he’d asked it of her. She was braver than she gave herself credit for. And too, she needed to face Satine. Like it or not Bunny would be running into his wife’s sister now that she had been sired. The thrall couldn’t hide away and allow her fear to rule her.

Micah knew the instant the girl realized she had nothing to fear. Her spine straightened and she suddenly had an air of confidence about her that hadn’t been there before. Just in time too, as his gaze was drawn off to the side he noticed Satine make her appearance. The shadows that he’d been using to conceal his body fell away leaving him visible and he inched closer to the entrance of the alley, preparing to intervene should he need to.

It all happened so fast it was a blur in his mind. Satine had gone for Bunny just as he expected her to do and she was met with a counter attack via the thrall’s elbow. That only served to piss Satine off and she’d gone for the neck. The second that poisoned blood filled her mouth Bunny was released, free to flee the scene as Micah had originally instructed her to do. Unfortunately it didn’t work out that way as the tiny blond turned and started taking all of her anger and frustration out on the only source available. Deserving? Yes absolutely. But something wasn’t right. Satine’s reaction to Bunny’s toxic blood had him concerned, and Bunny screaming and kicking the **** out of the fallen vampire wasn’t helping anything.

The look of fear on Bunny’s face gave him a small sense of satisfaction. She’d gone too far and she knew it. “Tome. Right now. I will deal with your disobedience later, and I can guarantee you it won’t be pretty.” Micah watched as the blood drained from her face and she nodded, pulling out the tome that would whisk her away to the Eyrie. She wouldn’t be hard to find, of that he was absolutely certain. Once she was gone he turned his attention to Satine on the ground. What was he supposed to say to her? Hey sorry you’re sick, but take this bandaid and walk that **** off? No. That was dickish and normally he wouldn’t really care about that but he’d never seen a vampire react to a Bane the way Satine currently was. A feeling of dread started to settle over him. As he looked down at her he was reminded of the way he acted when exposed to any sort of toxin. ****. What if she’d inherited that nagging ******* problem from him?

Crouching down beside her he reached out and laid a hand on her shoulder. Wait. What the **** was he doing? They couldn’t stay here. It was too open and they were too exposed. That meant that he’d have to move her since she was in no condition to get up and walk, not that he thought she would listen to him anyways. He sighed and scooped her up, getting to his feet as he did so. He’d take her to the hotel. She could rant and ***** and try to beat the **** out of him when she was better.

[Satine]

Satine was going to get her hands on her and do very bad things. Bunny was going to be hopping. That was what Satine told herself as Micah scooped her up. The numerous points on her body throbbed where Bunny decided to go all street fighter on her and take all the cheap shots she could get in before Micah came in and called it. For the moment she was oblivious to the fact that she should feel humiliated that some warm blooded chick not only poisoned her but kicked her several times while she was dropping to the floor. She would eventually get it. Of course she would. She would eventually be stronger and beneath the treatment she was getting. But a moment is just that and currently it was Bunny-1 Satine-0. Humans sucked. Right then and there she developed a growing dislike for them. Especially blondes named Bunny.

The small mercies of the one that removed Satine from where she was otherwise curled up was not a total loss on Satine’s cause. She was digging her way out of the poisonous disruption that was lingering in her as she found herself quickly sitting in a lobby. The effects of the woman’s poisonous blood settled to the semi-tolerable level. Perhaps there was something she missed on compatibility? Was she expected to discern blood types and to be seeking out one kind or another? She noted the residual weakness that was unshakable. It was annoying at best.

The hunger was an entirely different matter. It was clawing at her from the inside like a monster she barely could contain. It wanted to be fed again. She needed to sate it. It was at the surface of her skin and burrowing painfully slow through every layer. The deeper it went the less control she felt over what could happen next.

Satine figured there was some expectation for gratitude in Micah’s willingness to pull her out of the alley and out from under Bunny the vampire *** kicker. However, her ribs hurt and she was hungry. Scratch that. She was ravenous. The sensation was like velcro to each and every thought. Gripping, suffocating and claiming possession so much so that she could think of a circus and still be committing murder in the center ring.

Satine was hardly feeling the whole ‘Oh thank you’ statement. She was feeling irritated though. She had been interrupted in what brought her pleasure and satisfaction. Not only that she had been attacked by her while he watched. Now she was really irritated the more she thought about it. A whole full body effect of boiling emotions took over that had rage as the core. Something needed to die. That was all there was to it.

Instantly Satine smelled smoke. The pleasant scent of wood filled her nostrils and if she had not been aware she started the fire in her own mind she would have looked around for the source. The sweet scent of burning was the self-soothing effort of her mind. Something had to get her to calm down before she erupted. It worked in the past when the therapist told her killing Chester was not an option. She gave it time to work as she eyed Micah. Weak, hungry and ready to snap with a fire barely under control in her mind she decided to ask the questions that needed to be asked before **** hit the fan. Hopefully the man's answers wouldn’t be an accelerant. That is the last thing she needed at the moment.

“What the hell was that all about?” She let those flames in her mind rise higher. “I think I am missing a few points." She was missing more than a few. Even she knew that much. "Your juice box is sour as all hell and you set that up.”

Satine felt the parching effect of speaking while the weakness increased within her. Her fingers needed something to do and it was nothing good. What was the deal? She was starving. What was the world population at currently? Certainly she was doing the bulk of them a favor. The flames were rolling and licking at the roof in her mind as she waited for a response. Her patience was nearly gone.

[Micah]

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

<Micah> He punched in the code for the alarm on the garage and managed to get the door open while having an armful of fledgling. Using his foot to kick the door shut behind him he headed for the truck, pulling open the door and stuffing her none too gently into the passenger seat. Her questions could wait. Right now it was taking everything that he had in him to keep his temper under control. He wanted nothing more than to return to the Eyrie and deal with his disobedient thrall but he couldn’t. He had a sick childe on his hands thanks to the relic he’d given Bunny to protect herself from those that tried to make her a midnight snack.

Before he shut the door he grabbed a red plastic bucket from underneath one of the counters and shoved it into her lap. “Here,” he said rather gruffly. “You puke on my seats and you’ll clean it up, sick or not.” Slamming the door be moved around to the other side stopping long enough to grab the keys from off the hook on the wall. Motion sickness was a worry in the back of his mind but there was no other safe way to get her to Pandemonium. It was a hell of a walk, one that he knew Satine wouldn’t be able to make in her current state.

As he slid into his seat and started the ignition, loud music blared from the speakers but he took his time turning it down. Once he’d done that and pulled out of the garage he started to answer her questions. “You’re right. I set you up.” That was all he said for a bit until the lights of the city started to fade behind them the further away they got. “You can’t just feed like that Satine. The last thing you need to be seen. It’s not acceptable to run around feeding like a crackhead looking for a fix. And look at you.” He spared a glance at her appearance, displeasure written all over his face. “Seriously, you’re a ******* messy eater.”

<Satine> The travel of her body and the placement was only something she regained awareness of as red plastic was thrust into her lap. Her arms stretched and cradled around it deciding it may come in handy as the sudden assault of music grabbed her attention. Her eardrums had to be bleeding not from the type of music but the assault it delivered to her ears. She was instantly overwhelmed and dug her fingertips against the plastic beneath them. Was he deaf? Her body was not in the shape to be asking. She was running on empty...or at least it felt like that. The confession that finally surfaced from his lips was all she needed to feel that rage boiling. What came after it did give her reason to pause and for once listen to what was being said.

“Okay, thanks. I am used to bbq’s and whatever but excuse the holy **** out of me if I am a little messy at the whole vein and drain ****. I didn’t know there was some sort of etiquette on it.” The crackhead comment almost slid by but not quite. She knew crackhead like the back of her hand. “I was in the dark, in an alley and solo until temptation presented itself. I have a constant craving. So, how about you fill me in on how this all works? And if I didn’t thank you before...thanks. I haven’t felt this shitty and great all at the same time.”

Satine was serious. She felt so ******* amazing and yet that hunger was there and coupled with all the other effects it brought with it. Her eyes gave a brief gaze into the clean and empty red bucket nestled into her stomach then she spotted what he was talking about. The ends of her hair were evidently caked with dirty red crusts of what could be enough blood to use as a sample for a crime scene. The small show of a shirt beneath her jacket also was rather out of place from the general population's perspective. Okay, so she had to learn some technique to come up with. That would be enjoyable. She looked forward to it. Feeding that monster within. Giving it freedom and room to grow. Her eyes drifted slowly towards the direction where he sat far larger in the seat than she expected to see. Her tongue glided beneath her lips and felt the itch of teeth extending. She stared at him while she quietly counted how many were in there. Something wasn’t right. She had more than the typical set of two sharp points. Her lips tightened as she thought about a campfire. Jesus. She lost count. Her fingers drummed the outside of the plastic.

“So, I got a lot to learn.” She shrugged a shoulder then looked to the darkness ahead of the moving vehicle. “Where is she?”

<Micah> “Of course there’s a fuckin etiquette to it. The absolute last thing you need is to draw attention to yourself. No matter what you do, you keep your true nature hidden or I swear I will kill you myself. I’ve done it before...killed my childer.” Malachai, Aleczandra, Every; they were just a few that he’d sent to the shadow realm. Mal was more of a personal thing but the other two had fucked up and had paid for their mistakes with their lives. He had no regrets about it. They had been warned of the consequences should they appear on the violations list. “You’re young and you have a lot to learn yet. But you will. Learn that is.” He thought back the the night that he’d first discovered her. “Im sure you remember the night you met me in the backroom of the tattoo shop. What Remington did….well you saw it. I’m surprised you didn’t start asking questions. Nosy ******* humans get killed. It was only a matter of time for you but you had one thing going for you. You’re Vel’s sister.”

He could feel her eyes burning a hole into the side of his head and he wanted to ask her what the **** she was staring at but then she’d asked the question he’d been dreading. Where was Vel. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. It was a good question, one that he didn’t exactly have an answer for. The silence stretched between them rather uncomfortably as her question hung in the air, taunting him. Of course she wanted to know where her sister was. Truthfully Micah didn’t know. He hadn’t seen his wife since he’d appeared in that room and inevitably changed their lives forever. She hadn’t attempted to contact him and he hadn’t tried. It was going to take time for her to adjust to the newest member of the family and while he understood, he wished she wasn’t so silent. It was unlike her.

Micah realized that Satine was waiting for an answer. “I don’t know.” His tone suggested that she not push him but that one had a smart mouth and an even nastier attitude. It wasn’t going to satisfy her for long if it did at all. “I don’t think she’d very happy with me. With what I did.” Frustration colored his words. “I’d told her she couldn’t keep you human. She couldn’t. You knew too much and because of that it was either you die or you turn. Dying wasn’t ever going to be the solution, but she’d asked for time. Time was something that I unfortunately couldn’t grant her.” He’d said too much and fell silent.


<Satine> She didn’t even blink. Her eyes didn’t move either. So, he made a move and her sister was not pleased. The woman pistol cracked her in the head, watched him stab her and she was not amused by this? Maybe so. Her plans up to this point were not even close to what had happened.

“She already have a juice box?” Smart *** question,yes, but she was actually curious. Obviously that Bunny ***** was his something sorta like that. “She certainly didn’t act like she wanted me breathing half as much as she was intent on hiding me. And that is my question now that I think about it. I get the whole not seen or handing contact cards with blood stains on them but obviously you seem to make it all work. That guy that runs the asylum is able to pull strings and has nuns working for him. The police even back him up. Velveteen has a gang that I must tell you fails at blending in with the average crowd. But then you guys pull it off walking around larger than life sitting in shops and tattooing ink into humans.”

Satine looked at him briefly and then back to the direction he was driving. If she had time to give it thought instead of running around she probably would have asked wtf was going on. “I really didn’t know what to think. It is not like all of this is routine in life for me. You forget being human? You see all that stuff in the movies. When you are in a room and it's happening for real...you are pretty sure it isn’t real. How could it be?”

Now that she said that she wondered why Micah did not just kill her. She was pretty sure he was wanting to several times. So was the man he mentioned, Remington. The one with the bloody diamond in the palm of his hand. She swallowed and was about to go back to counting how many teeth were itching beneath her gums when she thought about him.

“Why didn’t you guys kill me then instead of having this drag out. If I am a risk to the queen of the damned then why not just snap my neck? Not like she would have known I ever existed. Also...I killed someone so it isn’t like I was some saint anyways. I had it coming….I think.” She moved the red bucket off her lap. She likely was not going to be making a deposit into it. She just felt like she could.

<Micah> “What the **** is this juice box **** you’re on about? That’s the second time you’ve mentioned it. Unless you’re talkin bout Bunny? She’s a thrall. An...enslaved human I guess you could call her. Met her bout three years ago runnin through the city in nothing but a dress and a pair of socks. In order to save her I had to enthrall her. She’ll do anything I ask her to, because she doesn’t have a choice. My word is law and she can’t go against it. Same with Scott. He’s Vel’s thrall, and i don’t suggest trying to take a bite out of him either. His blood is just as toxic as Bunny’s is.” With the subject off of his wife it was easier to answer her questions but there was still **** she wanted to know.

The city was fading behind them fast. They were still a ways from the abandoned hotel that he and Vel had stumbled upon a few months back so it gave him plenty of time to tell her what she wanted to know.

“It’s not easy to hide what I am. I know exactly how I come across to humans so I avoid contact with them as much as I can. I can’t begin to tell you how Doc manages to do what he does, that's something that you’re gonna have to ask him for yourself.” Not that he expected her to. If he were in her shoes the next time he saw that one he’d just shoot him and ask no questions. “And it’s not a gang. It’s a faction but I’ll leave that to your sister to explain.” He decided to just gloss over everything Vel related for the time being. Satine could just take her questions to Vel and they could have a nice sisterly bonding session if Vel didn’t decide to rip her head off or some other crazy ****. Nothing would surprise him anymore.

And then she asked the million dollar question. Somehow he didn’t think it’s complicated would satisfy her so he answered her as honestly as he could but in order to do so he’d have to expose Vel’s weakness. “I wanted to. I can’t even begin to stress to you just how much you pissed me off to the point where I dreamt of wrapping my hands around your neck to choke the life out of you. But then I realized one very important thing.” The headlights washed over a small building sitting out in the middle of nowhere. He killed the engine and shut the lights off. “Vel feels everything that you feel. Everything that happens to you is reflected back on her and I refused to run the risk of something happening to her if you died. So turning you was the only option I’d accept. And you’re her sister. I thought she deserved the chance to get to know you and maybe learn a little about her family is.”

[Satine]

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

<Satine> Satine was thinking the guy was being honest. Brutally in fact. He wanted to kill her. That didn’t surprise her. Her willingness to stay seated in the car instead of jumping wasn’t a shock either. The car stopped and the engine went silent. What was revealed next was something that caught her attention more than his desire to choke the life out of her. Velveteen felt it too. What it was still was confusing but Satine sensed that perhaps it was her link to her sister. A bond that that had her feeling the otherwise unexplainable aches, pains and emotions that no pill can chase away no matter how many her mother dumped down her throat. What he said was as powerful as was the moment that Vel rolled out of thin in air in front of her.

All the time she was not alone. Somewhere Velveteen felt it. Maybe not to the extent Satine did but that didn’t matter as much as the reality that there was that confirmation. It was a moment sitting there while that absorbed. A moment that was followed by her gut sinking not from the poison she took in earlier but the last thing Micah said. Velveteen deserved to know about her family. Well, if he wanted to kill her before then he probably would want to do far worse now if she told him what she did to the one that linked them by birth.

“Uhmmm…” Satine made the noise while her mind did a dance over the possible ways she could inform him that his mother-in-law would be a bit of a challenge to get to know should Velveteen wish. “Perhaps.” There was no guilt. She was searching for it but it was no where to be found. “So, about family...”


Satine paused mid sentence. She hoped there was way to keep her *** in one piece until she figured out what she needed to know. She also hoped that Velveteen would eventually appear. She needed to get rid of that craving. She glanced over at him and was wondering if he were to know what happened to their mother would it perhaps bring Velveteen in closer. He did say that her sister felt what she did. She looked at the red bucket between them then at the dash of the car. Her hand fumbled in the dark until she found a door handle and didn’t waste time in giving it a firm hold to open the door. Her leg was quick to swing out into the night air and fix solid on the ground. She felt better already. Just in case the whole telling of Chester’s demise and what not didn’t go over well she welcomed the space.

“Our mother is alive and well.” Her other foot joined the lead and she slid out of the vehicle. She felt like **** from the Bunny bite down but not being in a closed space with him seemed wise. Given their history and what she had seen of his temper she was pretty sure the great outdoors was safer. She closed the door leaving him sitting in there while she mumbled the rest “Probably more healthy than she has been since we were born.”

<Micah> Something in her tone led him to believe that there was a whole lot she wasn’t telling him, and watching her ease out of the truck also told him that his assumptions just might be correct. “Yes. Family. You know that thing….that some people have a lot of.” Kind of like you do now, but he left that thought in his mind. Let her find out at another time that she’d gone from just Vel to an entire hotel full of vampires that had ties to not only him, but Vel, and to her as well. Micah had been an only child growing up. For so long it had been just he and his mother and when she’d died he lost everything and everyone that he’d given a **** about. After Nick had found him in the sewers below the city and more or less left him to fend for himself Micah had sworn he’d somehow make up for that and eventually, he had.

“Is she now?” He was watching her carefully as she slid out of the truck. He wasn’t too bothered by it. She wouldn’t be able to get far and even if she did manage to outrun him he’d be able to find her no matter where she went thanks to that nifty ritual tome he had in his possession. It wouldn’t end well for her but hey if she felt froggy then she was more than welcome to try. Sooner or later she’d learn that pushing his buttons to see where the boundaries were would come back and bite her in the ***, like Jaws or some other crazy ****. And if she thought that he didn’t catch that last bit…. “What do you mean by that?” Now she had him curious.

He opened the door and got out of the truck, giving the door a shove to close it before making his way around to cut off her escape path. “You’re trying to keep something from me. What is it?” Micah studied the expression on her face to see if he could figure it out on his own but he didn’t know her well enough to be able to do that.

<Satine> The space she was feeling pretty comfortable in quickly shrunk. Satine looked back as her body turned to find a whole lot of flesh wall standing in her way if she needed to make a quick exit. She wondered if he left the keys in the ignition. She didn’t look. All she needed to do was pull another Captain Obvious move and sink whatever chance she had left to get to a source of relief for that maddening craving she had.

“She is alive. Healthy and hopefully clean.” Satine looked up at the stars and wished the next few minutes went well. “She is ...was a mess. Long story short she had us strung out, gave up your wife to ease the burden of having two and I was the lucky runner up on the grand prize of having a normal life. I hope Velveteen had it good. She couldn’t have done worse than being stuck with mom. She was hooked on anything that she could possibly inhale, swallow or shove into a vein.”

Satine had a pang in her stomach that twisted into a knot. It was how it was. It sounded awful and it was. Bad enough even standing there she was glad no one knew for sure just how bad except for her. Chester. She tried but failed to start a fire in her mind at the mere thought of him. He nearly ruined their mother and he got what he deserved.

“She hooked up with a piece of trash wanna be big time dealer and pimp and he fed all her demons. When I tried to help she fed me whatever ******** excuse to rationalize her addictions and when I outgrew that she transferred her baggage on my shoulders and let me be her pack mule. I was the one who was crazy. She wasn’t sick at all...in her mind. Munchausen syndrome. Look it up. Our mother is smiling in the box next to the description. Thanks to her I tasted the pharmacology rainbow before I turned ten. By the time I was eighteen I had a plan of what to do to get her the help she needed. It took from then until just before I arrived here to finally pull it off.” Satine looked to the window of the truck. Something was sparkling and her eyes briefly submitted to tracking the visual lure it offered. “I killed the son of a ***** and she is in a six by eight cement walled room with a view of a solid steel door that locks from the outside.”

Holy **** she felt great saying that. Chester was the highlight of her life for that one reason. She finally killed the ******** and even though her mother was in jail for it she felt proud about it. She pulled off dealing with what the system failed to. The system was an enabler. Justice was served in both cases as far as she was concerned. Hopefully that twitch her mother got that had her face cramping up on the one side like she had a stroke was done by now. She looked ridiculous whenever withdrawals set in.

<Micah> Whatever he might have been expecting to hear come out of her mouth it sure as hell wasn’t what he heard her say. If he was surprised though he didn’t show it, and he sure as **** wasn’t judging her either. Sometimes you had to do whatever it took to ensure your survival and to him it sounded like she’d done just that. But he felt that he should clear up any misconceptions that she might have about her sister’s childhood. Vel hadn’t said much and Micah hadn’t asked but what he knew of it was enough.
“She didn’t have a decent childhood. I’m not going to break her confidence and spill all her secrets to you because it ain’t my place to do that. But I will tell you that while she might now have lacked for anything material she was denied a good childhood. If her adoptive parents weren’t already dead I’d hunt them down and kill them myself.” He didn’t care how he sounded. “So I get it. I do. If you think I’m going to judge you or tell you that you’re an awful fuckin person for killing that guy you’re way off. If you’re anything like your sister you had your reasons and that's all I need to know.”

Satine wasn’t going anywhere and because of that he stepped out of her way, turned on his heel and headed for the small building. A ring of keys was produced and one was used to unlock the door. “We all have our demons to fight Satine. You did what you had to do and don’t let anyone ever try to tell you any differently.” He pushed the door open and stepped out of the way, giving her the choice whether to enter, or to run.

<Satine> Satine stood there watching Micah do exactly the opposite of what she first expected. He really was her husband. Only a man who loved a woman as he apparently did Velveteen would want her to have the answers she had, pretty or not, over his own anger which was plentiful at one point. Now she found acceptance and understanding in it’s wake. All of this nearly had her forgetting that urge to sink the lethal points of her teeth into the first available warm neck.

Vampires. They married, had families, feelings and lived normal lives. That was a trip. It was way better than the movies. So far things were looking up. She looked to the sky above and the stars. Could it get any better? Yes. She could feel that rush again and taste it in every fiber of her current being. He gave her that. The scent of him stayed behind and haunted her to make a choice that his silent retreat left for her to ponder. What was behind that door? An annoying buzz worked its way beneath her hair and into her ear. She swatted at it until it got the best of her and she stepped forward. It wouldn’t let up.

Satine’s eyes glanced down as her feet began doing the work of taking her to find out where Micah was headed. The sound intensified until she picked up a faster pace. If he was going in then she couldn’t see where she belonged anywhere else but trying to keep up. Perhaps her sister was in there. She felt the surge of energy she didn’t have seconds before push her into a slow jog then a full sprint. Velveteen. She was running.


<Micah> He’d half expected her to turn tail and run in the opposite direction. Shame. It had been awhile since he’d had to hunt someone down in that manner and while he was slightly disappointed, he was more relieved than anything. Maybe this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad. Once his wife got over her anger at him for doing what he’d done to secure Satine’s life, he was optimistic that **** would be cool. Vel’s anger he could and would deal with because there was simply no other option.

Once she was inside he stepped inside and let the door fall shut behind them. The area in which they stood was small but Micah knew better. “Whatever you do, do not step off this path.” He pointed to four corners giving her a general area of where it was safe for her to go. “I’ll give you a tome that will drop you downstairs. With that you won’t have any reason to come in through the door up here.” He headed for the far corner without looking behind him. By now he was pretty sure that she would be following him. He hit a button and a pair of doors slid open. “Come on. This will take us downstairs. I’ll answer any questions you might have for me.”

[Micah]

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

<Satine> Satine followed his directions while she continued to hear that buzz too close for comfort in her ear. Her feet were taking gradual steps but still she felt compelled to run. While her gaze moved about the space she navigated through her mind was slowly disappearing on a search for what was distracting her. She registered not stepping off a pointed out path. Something was not right. She hopped into the elevator and leaned back against the wall behind her.

“Velveteen like running?” She tapped her fingers slowly on the surface beneath them trying to work out why she felt like doing just that as she stood still waiting for the elevator to deliver them where he intended. She shifted from one foot to the other as if redistributing her weight would make the urge to bolt go away. She needed rest but her feet were catching fire.”Or working out?”

Satine was really getting antsy when she should be ready to crawl into a hole and sleep off the remnants of that poison in her system. She rubbed the back of her neck as the walls felt like they were closing in on her. Her foot started tapping at the right toes and that was enough to have her nudge her body free from the lean on the wall and stand upright.

<Micah> He hadn’t forgotten the poison that was currently coursing through her veins. It was part of the reason that he was trying to get her somewhere same as fast as possible. He knew how it felt. It left you exhausted, like you could sleep for days and made you feel as weak as a human. Those feelings wouldn’t subside until the toxins were completely out of the body, usually a couple of days. “Does Vel like runnin? Only when she’s a cougar.” He hit the button for the ground floor and didn’t speak again until the doors opened revealing the underground sanctuary he and Vel had built for the entirety of Andras.

Stepping out he looked back over his shoulder at Satine. Maybe the questions should wait for the time being. She looked like she was about to drop and frankly he couldn’t blame her. Not only had she gotten a dose of toxic blood she’d also been the victim of Bunny’s righteous anger. “If you aren’t feeling up to the question and answer period of the evening’s festivities we can put it off. I’ll just show you to a place where you can rest and I’ll go fin-” He cut himself off abruptly. No, he couldn’t go find Vel. She was angry with him, he was ******* tired and not in the mood for what was sure to be one hell of an explosive argument. “I’ll just be over there somewhere.” He waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the reception desk.

<Satine> Cougar? Satine pondered that and stepped out and followed behind Micah’s lead. Was that a crack about Velveteen being older? She shrugged it off until she realized she was the same age. “Cougar?”

Satine questioned what he said as she looked around at the space that surrounded her. It was a lobby and totally unexpected. It was way out in the middle of the wilderness. She felt confused by the scene and patted her pockets realizing she didn’t have any money on her. Her bank account was decent thanks to Jayden being amazing and depositing her checks despite her long absence from work. However, as she stood there she was broke. No cash on hand.

“If I am expected to rent a room then I need to get to a ATM. I was not exactly expecting to need any cash.” Satine finally caught sight of a few sitting around. Some were appearing just as pale and cold as she likely did. “This a friendly night hangout?”

Satine made her way up to the place that appeared to be where she could check in. Micah was not just dropping her off? She kind of wondered if her apartment was open.She didn't have the keys but perhaps she could change the locks. Once she had the energy to care more she would check it out. For the moment she felt like she was in a race while her feet were stuck in front of the counter. Did she dare say anything? Her eyes followed Micah’s movements then finally she decided if she was not going to have a prayer’s chance in hell of finding the woman perhaps her husband should in the very least know something wasn’t right.

“I am up for questions but before that happens I need to say that wherever she is...I would bet she isn’t alone and she is running.” Her hands went palm flat to the surface beneath them and she patted them up and down. The buzzing settled down in her ear and now she felt her feet give in to being motionless. Hopefully someone would step up and tell her what was available and what she couldn’t afford without access to an ATM. “Good help is hard to find.”

<Micah> He nodded. “Yeah. When she shifts, she takes the form of a cougar. And it’s an inside joke. I call her a cougar because she’s slightly older than I am.” It was something Satine would eventually hear at some point so best to tell her and save an explanation later on down the road. “Shifting is...an ability granted to us when when speak to the proper wraith. It’s not something that you need to worry about quite yet but maybe in time you’ll choose to do so.”

He gave her an odd look at first. Why the hell would he make her rent a place in the family lair? The mere idea of that was ludicrous. He’d never charge any single member of his family for something that should be given without expectations. It occurred to him that he hadn’t fully explained anything to her and so she probably expected she’d have to pay. “You don’t need to rent anything. Vel and I stumbled on this place a few months back. All it was was this huge hole in the ground. The place was pretty much intact which surprised us both. We didn’t know how long it had been exposed to the elements but it had to of been a good long while. We had been considering a safe haven for the family. Originally we were going to add on to the Cimmerian but when we found this place it was just too good to pass up. Everything you could possibly need is here - ritual altar, computer, crafting bench, shops, ATM - all of it. And…” He reached under the desk and produced a key. “Room 3. It’s yours. Do whatever you want to it, invite whoever you want - doesn’t matter. It’s yours to do with as you please.”

He pressed the key into her hand somehow managing to keep the same impassive facade in place at her words. Vel was running? Micah couldn’t help but wonder why she was running and who she was running from. He didn’t sense anything wrong...yet. Once in awhile if Vel was in danger or her emotions were running high he was able to sense that. Right now though, he wasn’t getting anything but he still wanted to run to her. “Yeah...good help is indeed hard to find. I’ll see if Bunny can find her.” No better punishment than that really. “So. What do you want to know first?”

<Satine> Satine looked around again. This time she took a little longer at taking in what she was surrounded by. If she heard Micah right they owned the place and it is the home for the family. The key in her hand was confirmation and she gave it a thorough looking over. Just like that she had a place under the roof that was otherwise towering above her?

Family. She heard that term a few times now from Micah. Her eyes rounded the walls and bounced back on him at full attention. “You have a hotel for a home.” Her face deadpanned. “You say family with emphasis. How many rooms you need for what...Velveteen, you, a couple more like me tops? Or am I missing something ?”

Satine pulled her hands down then curled them over the edge of the counter in front of her. She gripped lightly and wondered what she had just walked into. Was it a commune? Vampires had lairs or something like that but those were like caves and there was that one ...what was the name of it...Lost Boys. Her brow lifted. She remembered that one really well. The guys made being dead look sexy. She cocked her head as her eyes slowly rolled upward then took a gradual tour down discovering it was even more familiar now. Her focus shot straight to him.

“Oh wow…” She was slow but catching on.

[Satine]

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

<Micah> He gave a small smile as he realized she’d caught on but said no more. “Yeah. Was gonna be a pirate ship but we like this place too.” He waved a hand at the others that were busy doing other various tasks and paying Micah and Satine no mind as they went about their business. “Everyone here is your family now. I’ve sired 16 myself and Vel isn’t too far behind me though most of hers are sleeping. Eventually you’ll meet them all. Some you’ll get along with, some you’ll probably want to stab with a rusty fork but we’re a family. Dont say too much bout them arguing but when it gets dramatic we step in. Ain’t got time for drama queens and emo bitches.” He pinned her with a stare. “Don’t forget that.”

“Some of mine have also sired childer of their own. Some of them have sired and so on. Andras is...huge. And pretty active. All you gotta do is reach out to them and you’ll be on your way to makin acquaintances. And you already know Jayd.” Micah pointed to the computer that was currently unoccupied. “Can usually find him there. Must have already gone to check out his shops but he’ll be back before you know it.” He rested against the desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “So what else you wantin t’know?”

<Satine> Satine blinked while her eyes went from the computer that Jayd could be found at then to the key in her hand. Sixteen. Sixteen vampires he was boss of. Her sister was not far behind. The brady bunch and then some with an overbite. It was family and she was now a part of it. Her eyes cautiously stirred towards those face again that were not paying attention to their discussion. She was an Andras. They had a last name. All of this slowly sank in and where she was weak before she started feeling something different. a connection was pointed out that she had never felt outside the one to her long lost twin.

From the beginning Jayd was a vampire and hell if she ever picked up on it. He was protective, kind and generous almost to a fault. She looked up and was not sure if she should move out of the place she was standing.It was an entirely different world than the one she could still recall vividly thanks to the random twitch of a muscle in her thigh. there was a huge family to get to know and a lot to learn.

“What are the dangers, risks I need to look out for?” She leaned her elbows on the counter and played with the key in her hand. “Can I turn into a boiling pool of **** if I am rubbed down or eat garlic? Can a crucifix burn me if pointed in my direction? I think I need to know the hazards.”

<Micah> “First thing you need to do is forget about all that **** you’ve seen in the movies or read in books. Only thing even remotely similar is the fact that we drink blood. You ain’t gonna combust if you’re caught in the sun but you’ll get a really nasty sunburn so I recommend you’re inside well before the sun rises. Holy water, crucifixes ain’t gonna do **** to you though I’ve heard stories about some people getting harmed by such things. It’s not something that happens to me so the only advice I have for you on that is to try for yourself and find out but do it at your own risk. And garlic ain’t gonna do **** to you either. Though….” He eyed her, giving her a quick appraisal. Interesting. She was more like her sister than she realized. “I would avoid direct light of all kinds really, or you’re going to look like a corpse. Hope you ain’t vain and **** cause that would suck for you.”

“Things to avoid doing. Killing cops, doing stupid **** thats going to get you spotted such as feeding in a crowded area or using your powers in front of humans. Don’t go out picking fights or getting yourself into a mess that you can’t get yourself out of. You do that and you will be on your own. I will leave you to your mess and walk away.” So much **** to cover but it was absolutely necessary. And he always managed to leave something out which only succeeded in pissing him off. By now he should be able to go over the ins and outs without forgetting anything but hey no one was perfect. “Now if someone starts **** with you for no reason at all then I’ll be more than happy to drop by and beat the **** out of them. Thats different and I’m always happy to kick some *** when the situation calls for it.”


He frowned thoughtfully and tried to recall if there was anything he was missing. “Oh yeah. Don’t walk into someone’s house like you own that ****. Just because the door is unlocked don’t mean you’re a welcome guest. If you ain’t been asked in, stay the **** out or you’ll probably get shot then I’ll have one of those messes on my hands that I just warned you about. Private is private - respect that. Got me?”

<Satine> Most of that registered and the rest was a relief. She went from Bunny busting her *** to having back-up if needed. She was pretty sure she would be alright with what he set down as the rules. The only one she had been in fights with was...well him, his wife and the guy who had a mask on hand when called for. Oh and that doctor. She was out of her league starting trouble. So far she had a mouthful full of teeth she wasn’t sure quite how they all fit and her energy seemed to be easy enough to regain by just thinking about it.What else she could do wasa mystery. She was not rolling out of thin air yet and that was somewhat disappointing. Perhaps that was something she could learn too. It looked cool. As for being vain… would she dress like she did if she was? She twirled a long ponytail around her fingers then released it.

“Yes, I got you. No worries.” She leaned on an elbow until she nearly lost her balance in the slide it took across the well waxed surface. She grabbed the counter before she kissed carpet and popped back up. “I don’t have any clothes. My sister wouldn’t have some extra laying around somewhere? I think I could make them fit.”

Satine wondered why she would walk into a strangers place. That seemed incredibly idiotic. People owned guns and security cameras. She shrugged and pressed her hands to push back from the check-in counter. It seems soon she would have clothes and could head to her room and check it out. She waited. Who wouldn’t want to check out Velveteen’s closet? What were sister’s for?

<Micah> “Good. You stay out of trouble then you won’t get **** from me about keepin your nose clean. Thats all I ask. That and to be respectful.” That was a lesson quite a few could actually learn, but hadn’t as of yet. Time would tell if Satine would number among them. Micah hoped that she wouldn’t. So far she was proving to be a surprise. Where he had expected attitude and horn locking he hadn’t had any of that from her. She was listening to him, she accepted the rule he had laid down for her and she’d done it all without a lick of the smart mouthed persona he had been positive of seeing.

He went to answer her but he caught the way that she almost fell on her *** once more reminding him of the poison circulating through her body. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure you have something to change into.” Like it or not Bunny was going to have to go out and get what she needed much like she’d done when Nirvana had been in the same situation. Micah didn’t know **** about what women wore and Satine didn’t seem like the leather and lace kind of woman that Vel was. “Right now you need to get some rest. You’re gonna feel like **** for a couple days. Best thing to do is to sleep it off.” He pointed in the direction of her room. “Up those stairs to the right. If you need me...well. I’ll be right here.” No sense going home. Vel wasn’t there.

<Satine> The key was cool in the center of her palm as she closed her fingers around it. It was all she had on her besides the clothing on her back for now. Her eyes followed where Micah pointed to give her a reference to where she was expected to call it good and get rest. She nodded and agreed with him without spending any more energy in asking more questions. The important things she needed to know for now were explained. the rest could be dealt with later.

“Thanks again.” Was that the thing to say to the guy who stabbed her in the leg, had her locked up and fed her his blood? Yeah, pretty much. He could have left her for dead but he didn’t. Neither did Velveteen. So, the dynamics were a bit brutal but she was still around to talk about it. “If you see her….tell her I would like to talk?”

Satine stepped back a couple steps then made her way to the hall where she found it dark and oddly welcoming. Each step closer to the door with the key in her hand was bringing her closer to that reprieve from everything that otherwise had been overwhelming. Even the hunger was settling a little now that the poison seemed to have lost some of it’s bite. The key slid into the keyhole and she turned the knob. It was dark and she didn’t care to turn on any lights. She closed the door and locked it. Her fingers slid the key into her pocket and she melted slowly to her knees and crawled a few feet until the length of her body submitted to the weakness that returned. This was what she needed above all else. Rest.