a bite to eat {marjani}

[Nishaa]

Yeah, Nishaa had offered her the blood bag but the woman didn’t take it – she stared at Nishaa, and Nishaa stared back. Onyx orbs glistened in annoyance. The woman wasn’t doing what she wanted. Abbadon had been a lot easier to handle. She wanted the dark gift. She had tracked Nishaa, tried to kill her – which had resulted in her own death. Nishaa just didn’t know how to handle someone who obviously didn’t understand what was going on. Thought she was crazy. She knew it, and truthfully. Nishaa WAS a little crazy. Okay, maybe a lot. She hid the craziness well. Being raising in an asylum did that to you.

When she looked closely at the woman, she could see a look of hatred on her features. She didn’t blame the fledgling to hate her. It made Nishaa respect her a little bit. Nishaa had sired her on a whim, she was fast food. She had something that Nishaa wanted. There was something there, she wanted it. Now she could see the look of hate in her eyes. Distrust, it was good. She had the right attitude in that sense. She just needed to learn to be good and do the things Nishaa asked her to.

Nishaa being blunt grabbed the woman by the chin and pushed her head back. Prying her lips apart with her fingertips she began to tip the blood bag down her throat, not in such a way that she would choke, but enough for her to realise what she was giving her was not bad. It was actually a present, blood tasted good. Marjani would like blood. Nishaa hoped, if she didn’t. Well. She was going to die, and then all her hard work would have been wasted.

Nishaa withdrew when the contents of the bag was empty and crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the woman with an angry stare. “See, its not THAT bad.” She scoffed and went and got another, before handing that bag over to Marjani. She didn’t just hand it over. She pushed into the others hand, and waited for the woman to drink it.

[Marjani (DELETED 5749)]

Her head was yanked backwards and her mouth pried open. Mari tried to bite down on the woman's fingers, but she was immensely stronger than Marjani was. So while she used all the force left in her to try and do the exact opposite of what the woman wanted her to do, Mari didn't succeed. Blood filled her mouth, and Mari just held it there until more and more kept coming in to her mouth and flowed down her chin and neck. With the woman not letting her go, she had no choice.

Mari swallowed the liquid down. She made a face, out of instinct, more than anything. The idea of swallowing blood made her stomach curl, just on the principle alone. Only, it didn't taste as disgusting as the believed it to be. It didn't taste like anything to her at first swallow. She just focused on the thickness of the liquid. Its consistency. That made her want to gag, and she did a little. Mari heaved some of it up, because of how thick it was and her mind was telling her body to reject it. That something that thick wasn't supposed to be in her system.

But each time she gulped some more of the sustenance down, the less she felt the need to vomit. The less Mari's stomach curled and her mind screamed 'no! Fight!' When the pack was all gone and the woman stepped away, an arm went to her mouth and she wiped her mouth and lips with the back of her arm. Narrowed eyes glared at the woman when she said it wasn't that bad. No. It wasn't that bad.

Another pack was given to her. No, forced on her and part of Mari wanted to rebel against the woman again. The pack was squeezed in her hands, for nothing more than giving Mari time to think. To take everything in. The crazy woman. The fact neither had died from a fall of that height. The fact she wasn't gagging at drinking blood anymore. And that she wasn't against the idea of drinking it anymore. Mari stared down at the bag, her hand still playing with the bag, moving the liquid around as she weighed her choices. While there wasn't an overwhelming drive to drink the liquid, she did want to drink it. Mari wanted to drink the blood.

She turned a little on the bed, so she wasn't facing the woman completely. Her side to the woman as Mari grabbed the bag at each side and pulled it open. She looked down at the liquid and then swirled it around, before Mari brought it to her lips and took a sip from the bag. After taking a couple sips, Mari occasionally coughing and letting some dribble down her chin (her mind occasionally repulsed at the idea), she turned back to the woman, red staining her lips, jaw and chin and gave the woman a "Are you happy, now?" look.

[Nishaa]

Nishaa looked at the woman with a curious stare. She took the blood bag from her and ripped it open and began to drink from it. It wasn’t a normal, take a sip here and there – all ladylike. No. It was on a ‘oh hey, I’m going to ******* glug this **** down and make a ******* mess, boo-*******-yah’ Nishaa could only blink at the mess she made. Was she a baby? She could only compare this siring to Abbadon’s who had just taken the news so well, and carried on about her business. Nishaa was worried this one would require a fait bit of babying. Nishaa didn’t do babying.

The woman looked at her, with a face that wanted praise. So, Nishaa went over to her side and patted her head. That was how you gave praise right? “You don’t talk much.” Nishaa was curious. “Why don’t you talk, or scream at me for killing you. Or even tell me your name.” The necromancer raised an eyebrow – gauging for a reaction from the other as she went back over to the other side of the room – the small wardrobe to be exact. She needed to get out of these bloodied clothes.

Plucking a pair of black leggings, and a black ‘ramones’ she shirt she got undressed. Her back to her new childe as she changed. First the top, and then with a small dance she was out of her ripped trousers – and was slipping on the leggings. Grabbing the bloodied clothes from the floor she threw them over to the corner where she would set them on fire later – no blood, no crime. She had learnt to clean up after herself.

“Well, if you aren’t going to talk to me – at least listen. You are dead, you are a vampire. You feed on blood to survive. We have a thing called the masquerade. Which means you cannot live by human laws any longer; you live by a vampire law. If you show what you are to humans, and let they find out vampires are real. I’ll kill you.” She smiled. “That isn’t a threat, it’s a promise. Now get out of bed, so you can shower. You’ll find your leg will feel better with blood in your system. You are a vampire now, you heal at a stupidly fast speed.” She blinked, the woman didn’t move. “Hop ******* to it.”

[Marjani (DELETED 5749)]

The woman was just carrying on like everything about this situation was natural. When she changed, Mari tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn't help but watch. Maybe because she was still talking or because she was going so fast. The comment about not talking much wasn't really allowed to be disagreed or agreed by Marjani, which was fine with her. To try and explain that you couldn't, or in her case, wouldn't talk and only talked when absolutely necessary by means of sign language or some device was too hard to do in a situation like this one. And besides, what would the woman do if she found out Marjani didn't talk? Would she kill her again out of disappointment.

Mari was out of the bed as quickly as she could get out of bed, which was pretty quick given one leg was broken. But Mari had had broken bones before and an ankle that had been fractured once before. She knew how to apply pressure when and where needed to maneuver and how to shift her weight and balance (dancing kinda helped with that a lot). When she was up and standing on the leg that wasn't broken she just looked at the woman. Her arms went out as if to say, 'where is the shower?'

There really wasn't a point to run, not that she could run in this state. Walking was different. Or, hoping, really. The woman would follow her and she might end up with more broken bones by the time the night was done. While she waited to be directed by the woman, Mari tugged her top off slowly and gingerly and held the bloodied shirt out to the woman. She wasn't an idiot by any means, if the woman was piling her clothes up that was bloody, obviously Mari's clothes were going to join her. Which might be problematic, as she didn't have any other clothes, but she doubted the woman would let her go running around the city naked. Not with her whole, keep the vampire bit secret. A ticket for indecent exposure would sorta keep her secret not a secret anymore. And no matter how good Mari was at keeping secrets due to her silence and strong desire to, at some point when she needed blood because Nishaa says that is the only thing she can eat, a secret might spill out. A big one.

[Nishaa]

The Necromancer looked at the woman as she jumped out of bed quicker than a bullet leaving the barrel of a gun. There was obviously a quality about Nishaa that made the woman move so quick. Nishaa knew she could be terrifying to people at times – she was proud of that fact actually as she grinned. Watching the woman stand there on her decent leg and the other balanced nicely beside it – her broken leg, she assumed. She nodded her head about to turn around and show the woman where the shower was but she was distracted by the fact that Marjani was now undressing in front of her, and we all knew Nishaa was someone who possibly couldn’t take her eyes away from the naked form of a woman.

She slowly stripped off the bloodied top and offered it to Nishaa – who stood there, unable to move her eyes never leaving the woman’s chocolate breasts upon her slim physique. It took a moment for her to realise that she was in fact staring, not subtly either. She coughed scratched at her chin and took the bloodied top offered and dumped it upon the pile of her own bloodied clothes. I mean if a woman strips in front of you then it’s obvious that she wants you to stare. Marjani wanted Nishaa to see those lovely, perky breasts of hers. Nishaa was all but happy to oblige her new childe.

Shower. Yes. Shower!

She grabbed the woman’s hand and pulled the naked woman over to a small bathroom. Dimly lit with a toilet, sink and a walk in shower. It wasn’t decorated. Nishaa barely came to this apartment she usually fell asleep at the crafting bench. So having someone else in this room was odd, and she was sure Velveteen or Micah was going to kill her for bringing a non faction member to the Eyrie, but where else was she supposed to go with the little bundle of baby fang? (that was a play on words) she turned on the shower after leaving the woman standing by the sink and gave her a black towel and watched. The steam enveloping around the pair.

“That’s called a shower.” She said sarcastically. “You get in it, and wash yourself off with blood. If you need a hand showering. Let me know. I can help clean you.” It was a sincere request. Nishaa could be a good girl. If she wanted. If not, shower sex was always good right?

[Marjani (DELETED 5749)]

Mari noticed Nishaa staring, but it didn't bother her in the slightest, at first. She was used to it. It wasn't as if there were a lot of black people in Canada, for one. Let alone someone who was actually from Africa. And that Nishaa was probably a little jealous of her curves. Mari had a lot of curves in a lot of different places. Obviously, Mari didn't know the real reason why Nishaa was staring at her, but she could assume it was because of the way everyone stared at her.

Or it could have been the burn marks that riddled her body in various area. Two on her abdomen, one on her left hip and two on her right thigh. A hand went to rub at the circular marks on her abdomen, the woman suddenly feeling insecure. Thankfully, the feeling didn't last too long before Nishaa took Mari's hand and pulled her in the direction she needed to go. The shower.

Mari looked at Nishaa in disbelief as Nishaa more or less broke down the basic mechanics on what to do with a shower. Since there was no point in letting Nishaa know she knew how to use one, because Nishaa didn't know sign language, Mari just nodded her head.

Her eyes moved to the towel Nishaa gave her and then back to Nishaa, as she waited for the woman to leave. Or do something other than stand there. When she didn't (which, Mari didn't give her much time to leave, anyways) Mari shrugged and stepped in to the shower. Maybe Nishaa wanted to make sure she got all the blood---her blood off her skin. So, Mari turned to face Nishaa and started washing the blood off, as if waiting to pass some sort of inspection from the crazy ***, white *****. As soon as she healed, Mari had plans. To leave.

[Nishaa]

Marjani stared at her, and she found herself staring back. She tried to ignore the fact that her new found childe was quite naked in front of her, she trying to ignore it so hard but there was nothing, she couldn't stop herself staring. She wanted to cup those beautiful chocolate breasts of hers. It took everything she had not to walk over to her and well, take her. Nishaa wasn't very good at self restraint she needed a chain right now. Something to keep her still. The urge to take the woman was gone within another minute or so and the necromancer relaxed a little gratefully. She watched the woman step into the shower and begin to wash herself down. She heard no request to help wash her so she made her way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The sound of the running water was quickly drowned out by her own footsteps against the wood.

She made her way over to the pile of clothes she had discarded previously picked it up and threw it in the trash can. Made her way over to the dresser and plucked at the match box that was sitting on top, before making her way over to the trash can, with a quick swipe she set the match a flame, for a second she was engrossed in the flame that danced on top of the stick before dropping it onto the clothes. They quickly caught a flame as they crackled and soon engulfed the entire contents of the trash can. Nishaa stood there and watched the flames. Her onyx hues transfixed.

Thoughts entered her mind, would this new one survive. Considering how many enemies she had since being in Tytonidae. Would they use her to get to Nishaa? She should be distant perhaps. What would Every think of Nishaa siring? All things considered Every trusted Nishaa and her judgments when it came to siring others. She had been a vampire long enough to be one. She huffed only to turn her eyes to the woman who was staring at her wrapped in a towel.

"I have spare clothes. If you want them. Or if you want to walk around naked. Makes no odds to me" she gave off a shrug of her shoulders and smiled. Her doubts evaporated from her mind.

[Marjani (DELETED 5749)]

Mari emerged from the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her and was promptly addressed by crazy. That's what she would refer to her as forever. She was sure of it. Chocolate hands extended outwards, accepting the proposition of clothing, the other hand holding the towel in a collective fashion right above her bust. While the towel covered up a decent amount of Mari, it was just a tad too short, and should she bend over, nothing would be left to anyone's imagination and the towel, try as it might, just didn't collect perfectly, so there was a slight gape between her two, large mounds. Not that Nishaa hadn't already seen it all about ten minutes ago.

Once clothes were given to her, Mari changed into them, not hiding anything from Nishaa, because she already saw it and even though Mari was scared shitless by the woman, she still couldn't shy away from the attention from her either. Was she crazy now too? She should be escaping, or trying to. At least coming up with a plan to. But here she was, practically modeling the clothing Nishaa gave her.

She sat on the corner of the woman's bed once everything was on and zipped up and looked at Nishaa expectantly. Both hands went in the air and to her sides, asking 'now what?' as she looked around the room and listened. the same hands found their way to the front of her body as Mari kept one hand flat and the other formed two fingers that walked on the palm of the flat one, asking if she was free to go now.

[Nishaa]

She had been staring at the flames with her onyx hues, transfixed by the dancing flame that seemed to dance for her until she dragged her eyes away to hear the click of the door and Marjani slipped out in nothing but a towel. A mischievous grin appeared on her lips - telling her that she could wander around naked. That would be fine by her. Really she wouldn't mind, she was used to women walking naked around her, she just had that vibe really. A vibe that made people lose their clothes. What was there to complain about, really?

She moved from the burning bin and made her way over to a drawer that held only some of her clothes. She shifted through the bloody garments. She didn't wash her clothes that often usually just chucked them back in the drawer, or burned them. She had enough money to buy replacements when she could be bothered. After a few moments of rummaging she managed to find a clean pair of grey joggers which she sometimes wore to train in, and a black tank top. It wasn't in the best condition it had a few rips - and bullet holes but it was decent enough to wear. She handed them over with a warning to boot.

"They're hand me downs, if you haven't got money I'll give you some. You can buy your own clothes." There was a sincere smile in that. Marjani was hers now, and she looked after her own. The woman dressed then and modelled for her with an expression that said 'Can I go now.' Nishaa laughed, sure this woman would not be a threat any longer, she gave the woman a nod of her own head.

Giving her permission to leave.