Chaos in Car Three [Open]

[Elizabeth]

The look of disapproval turned to disappointment. Not with Cosimo, as much as with herself. Had she not taught him better? While the notion was genuine and kind, what he wanted to do was next to impossible. Suddenly, there was another vampire on the scene; familiar to her, yet not at the same time. Faint. Cosimo had saved one, and seemed intent on saving all of them. Or as many as he could and it appeared that the fledgling had the same idea. "NO!" Elizabeth said sharply, especially at the sight of a small child.

"You cannot!" Elizabeth all but shrieked at the horrors and possibilities. Such a thing was unthinkable on so many levels. It just simply was not allowed-even if it seemed to be the kindest gesture possible for those weak of heart. Had Elizabeth pondered doing such a thing before in her lifetime? Absolutely. Twice. However, to deny the individual a real life, free from her at an age of six, or ten was impossible. In the end, there was no kindness for anyone. Death was the kindest gesture one of a young age could be offered.

"STOP!" Elizabeth wasted no time in summoning Cosimo away from the young vampire, one that received a glare, even during its uneducated phase. Even if it was not his fault. "You cannot save them all, and I will not help." She said, not having missed that Cosimo believed himself to have caused this. "One does not have the strength to create dozens upon dozens of vampires. If one succeeds...then what?" She looked at him, all but forgetting the kindred that was tied to her...loosely. Very loosely. In truth, not at all, given his sire had formed his own bloodline. "You cannot teach them all the things in which they need to learn at the same time." Not even Elizabeth had attempted back to back sirings in her lifespan. No one, that she knew of...save Chad Worthington, perhaps, had attempted such a thing...and where was he now?

[Cheyenne-Rosewell (DELETED 9415)]

Cheyenne was visibly shocked when Cossimo disappeared to reappear on the other side of the car. The flames crackled menacingly, and for the first time since his world changing, yet rapid rebirth, he showed and felt fear for his newly restored life, as well as the girl's. Contrary to what Elizabeth had perceived the both of them to be attempting, Cheyenne was only getting the humans to safety, which he proved by running out of the car and away from it, right as the entire thing was engulfed in flames.

Cheyenne watched as the flames charred and began to melt the metal, smelled burning flesh and fabric, heard the structure groaning as it died. He felt the girl's heartbeat, faint but steady beneath his fingertips, and recalled himself enough to place her in the arms of a man who had proclaimed to be an EMT. Looking at the people who milled around, people from both car three and the rest, Cheyenne felt the full weight of what had transpired, and wearily pinched his nose with a bloodied hand. He'd cut it on the broken glass when he'd first gotten back up, but hadn't noticed.

Doing his best to walk at a normal pace, he trudged over to his sire and the beautiful woman who was scolding him. "I am not sure what has exactly happened," he said, his voice low. "But I think we should leave before the authories question us, Oui?"

[Cosimo Alessi (DELETED 6612)]

Nothing happened. Unlike the one before, this man didn’t stir. There was no recognition that he was being helped; the taste of vampiric blood on his lips didn’t awaken him to the possibility of new life. Before Cosimo could properly try to coax the near-dead man to swallow, he had the fledgling at his shoulder, warning of flames and suggesting that they leave. And then he was no longer there – he was with Elizabeth, his sire standing over him and berating him with a fierce passion. Where were they? Outside? The breeze was cooler, prickling at cold vampire skin that had previously been warmed by the threat of fire.

”Then they would be alive!” he said back, equally as vehement even as he recognised Elizabeth as older and wiser, and her words as rules that he should listen to, advice that he should heed. He stood from where he was crouched, any further defence of his actions quashed by a small boom, fire exploding from the undercarriage to finally engulf the rest. Cosimo had his arm out, a protective gesture to keep the flames from his sire as he pushed them both back and out of the way, feet crunching in broken glass and debris. It looked like the tracks ran through an industrial area, the tipped carriage running into nothing but an old basketball court. Whether the building next door – now half a building – was used for anything when the sun was high, Cosimo did not know. He only hoped there had been no one inside. And that this fire would not spread.

The EMTs had arrived first, and now the fire engine roared into view; and there he was again, the man whom Cosimo had managed to save. The single man who’d lived. Any of the others too weak to move were now being eaten by fire and the thought of it filled the Italian with dread.

Cosimo might have said that they would tell the authorities that they had just suffered a train accident. They would not know that a vampire on board had caused the earthquake that had taken the train from the tracks. Humans knew about vampires, though, and perhaps they would start to learn the things that vampires could do. They might start to naturally suspect the undead. They might have ways of detecting the undead. Instead of suggesting the lies, however, he stood steadfast.

”Elizabeth, you are a good sire. Please, will you take him home?” he said, his hand on the fledgling’s shoulder. He did not yet know his name. ”I will stay. I will tell them what I did. I will take the blame,” he said. If he was not able to save those whose lives he had inadvertently taken, he could at least do the honorable thing and own up to his mistakes.

[Elizabeth]

Flames from the explosion licked around their feet after Cosimo had 'moved' them out of the way from potential harm. Her childe's outburst had not gone amiss, and was about to be replied to when something almost distantly 'familiar' was heard, the woman's blue eyes shifting to the fledgling as her brows furrowed. What he suggested made sense, but there was something...more to his words. Something Elizabeth could not quite place her fingertip on. Yet.

A compliment from her childe came from his lips and the woman parted her lips to protest the notion. Being a 'good sire,' was furthest from the truth, and they both knew it. Her light painted lips pressed together as Cosimo suggested that she take the fledgling home. Which home was that? Cosimo's, or one of her own? Would he even come with her? He was not obligated to. "You will do no such thing." Words of warning hissed out from between her now parted lips, as the back of her hand slapped Cosimo in his chest. Elizabeth's attention drifted away from Cosimo's childe, to her own as that very hand wrapped around the fabric of his shirt and tugged him with her. "He is your childe, you take him home." Perhaps, it sounded as if Elizabeth cared not what happened to the new fledgling with her words and her actions, but if she forced Cosimo to take care of him, then that meant he would have to leave. "You should be proud, he is very smart. Your new childe." Elizabeth said in a pleased voice, recalling his suggestion of leaving and the reason why for leaving, at that. "Since you proclaim me to be a 'good sire,' then that is what a 'good sire' would tell their childe. Take care of your fledgling. Teach him things and do not for a single second tell any humans that you may have caused some grave devastation-especially if you know it not to be true!" She all but 'tsk'd' Cosimo, before sighing and pulling him with her, hoping and counting on his new childe to be smart enough to follow along.