i'll be your headache. [evee]

[Nishaa]

Her footsteps were loud against the cold pavement as she fled from the scene and the bleeding woman she had just stabbed, it’s not like she was afraid of the blood or the fact that she was in shock from the simple idea of stabbing the *****, no no. It was simply because she was trying to flee the area before the cop’s showed up and then you’d have that crappy CSI Las Vegas music play, and the forensic people would be hot on her trail..

Well, it’ll turn into a whole CSI episode and she had skeletons in her closet she wanted to keep tied up in there. A pant escaped her lips as she zig zagged streets, not paying attention to where she was going and that was her downfall really She needed to know where she was going, it was a new place and she had only been here a short while. A month? Maybe a little less.

Her eyes didn’t even register the woman appear in front of her, she was too busy trying to find her way to the hospital. Her body knocked into the brunette and she looked up to find her eyes looking at an evil looking vampire, with it’s fangs happily on show.

Things fell into place then, the vampire in front of her was the woman she had stabbed. Those golden irises of hers noted the fangs, and the incliding of her head to reveal the black blood. Nishaa wanted to ask the woman “Is this a trick?” But instead, forever being blunt as a cucumber the woman was.

”Did you swallow fountain pen ink? Cos’ your black gurl.”

The brunette threatened Nishaa with death, and which way she’d like to go and the weak human shrugged her shoulders, a little sarcasm left in her the next dumb answer left her lips.

”See, I don’t like those choices, so I’m going to go with curtain number 3! A red Ferrari!”

The woman giggled, she kept on giggling until she coughed up blood.

[Every]

She rolled her shoulders as her hazel gaze narrowed, watching the woman that had shown up in a reoccurring pattern in her life in the months following Hadrian’s disowning. Once upon a time, Every would have laughed at the concept of fate and signs. Her mother had told her a lot of folklore and mythology growing up, but she had always ignored it and believed in chance. She never believed that things happened for a reason. She liked statistics and logic, she took comfort in it and it had been the easiest for her to get through things with a sane mindset.

Every had murdered her family because her step father pushed her to the brink of insanity – and she had snapped back into place once that rage was gone. Her brother died because luck was not on his side the day he stepped on that mine. And then her views had changed the moment she had been thrown into a wall by a seven-foot-tall man named Micah. While she didn’t verbalize things like this, they always remained at the back of her mind. Lia had convinced her to come to Harper Rock to start over. And start over she had, as a vampire.

When the woman collided with her, Every managed not to grunt. She stepped back and dusted off her shirt, her blood splashing onto air as it always did before vanishing from sight as if it were a puff of smoke. The question about it made the brunette shrug.

Her hand shot out curl around Nishaa’s throat to stifle the giggle, the tips of her nails resting in the rip already in place of the woman’s neck. “You’ll learn in time.” Her voice came out soft, the tone its usual husky sense. The brunette moved forward, wondering what had gotten into her as she listened to Nishaa’s heartbeat.

When she coughed up blood, the brunette considered what she was going to offer and brought her free hand up to her mouth before ripping open her wrist. She returned it back to the other woman, narrowing her eyes. “ I’m going to take you elsewhere if you live. Don’t give me **** about it, I’m giving you an option. Drink or die.”

Every wondered why she was offering to turn Nishaa. She didn’t know anything about her other than the fact the ***** had tried to mug her once, and stabbed her this time.

It just felt right.

[Nishaa]

'You'll learn in time.'

That sounded so sexy, the bleeding human brought her dark orbs up to the woman -- her soon to be maker and future sire patrol, and scoffed. She spat at the woman, the blood that had gathered in mouth covered the woman's face. Nishaa gave a triumphant smile. As if it was something that pleased her. Knowing she could publicly humiliate the other before she died, because that's all she could think of right now was being embraced by the devil -- and into death.

The brunettes hands grasped at her neck then, squeezing the sore, bleeding wound on her neck. Nishaa cried out then, the pain unbearable at this woman loved her pain, but her threshold was not high enough for this intense pain.

Crazy ******* *****.

"Rot in hell." The woman said, as if the words themselves would save her but they didn't instead Every applied more pressure, cutting off circulation to her windpipe for a moment before the grip lessened. Pain was a beautiful thing sometimes. So beautiful that people required. Nishaa used to be like that, she used to receive it and love it, and also give it. She was odd, sadistic and possible a psychopath.

Nishaa's eyes fluttered open, and closed a few times the world was getting darker around her she was sure she had lost hearing in one ear, or was that her body shutting down? She was sure it was the latter. The woman scoffed again, blood gurgling at the mouth.

Drink, the other commanded and Nishaa pushed her head to the side wanting nothing from the woman.

"If you want to get me drunk, and sleep with me -- all you have to do is.." The cough came again, her heart was slowing she could feel it -- her eyesight blurred. The usually very witty woman felt like nothing, she did want to live, she grappled for whatever it was she was supposed to drink, and did this. She pulled Every's wrist to her mouth her blunt teeth scraped across the skin as she tried to drink the dark blood, her mouth wide as she suckled. Like a babe to its mother.

[Every]

The blood being spat in her face pissed her off and there was a twist to her hand as it dug her nails deeper into the woman’s throat, pleasure running through her form as she heard her cry out. “Good. *****.” She thought, her freehand moving to wipe off her face. She could rip her throat out, finish off the deed and simply walk away without a care in mind.

The defiance amused her. She simply replied with a soft, “At this rate, you’ll be there a lot faster than I will.” Hell, she had learned, was a place she never intended to return to. She had been to the Shadow Realm twice and back. It had upset her sire both times, and while she had a positive note to the return, there was no desire to go back. And she laughed. Every could hear the heart weakening and began to mock her, still speaking softly, “Do you feel that? Thump, thump. Your heart is shutting down.” This one was stubborn.

“End it entirely, or force the ***** to drink.” She thought about it as she considered the possibilities and ignored what the other said. On the other occasion they had ran into each other, Nishaa had hit on her. Actually, technically Every kissed on the black haired pain in her *** on the neck so she would drop her guard, but it was easier to seduce the ***** than it had been to get away with her wallet.

“Just shut up and drink before I change my mind.”

She snapped, but fell silent when she felt the sensation of her blood leaving her body. While Nishaa drank, Every tugged her into an alley despite the street being clear and just in time. She could hear a siren coming up on the corner and as it went past her, her hazel eyes flickered at the woman as she wondered if she’d survive the turning. “My name is Every.” It came out as Ee-ver-ee, her parents having a sense of humor when she was born.

“Try not to die entirely. It’ll be a waste of my blood.”

[Nishaa]

Nishaa continued to drink the dark liquid. She didn't know why she took the woman's advice, all she knew was that she wanted to live. Life wasn't even worth living honestly. She was a murderer as a child, went to a mental hospital whilst growing up -- now she was an alcoholic. There wasn't much for her, yet she clung to this woman's promise of life.

Nishaa -- whose real name was Niagra -- didn't even understand herself at times. She kept drinking it, it oozed down her throat slowly. It burned her insides, Nishaa even convulsed a few times threatening to throw up what she had been drinking before finally with all the power she had left, pushed the woman away from her, her mouth dribbled blood. She looked like a rabid dog with rabies.

"What was I drinking?" She asked as she lifted her hand to her neck. All the power she had gone, no energy she was drained a she crumpled to the floor, unconscious -- unaware that she had been dragged into a nearby alleyway. Her eyes closed as the formation took place, she didn't notice that her skin grew pale and her once warm skin was now cold to the touch.

Her heartbeat faded before giving one last thud of defiance before falling silent. After a minute of two of silence, and no movement from Nishaa. She coughed, and convulsed. Pushing the palms of her hands onto the pavement she threw up what blood was left in her throat, coughing and convulsing.

"What... Is... This" she said between coughs. Unaware that she was dead. She didn't know what the **** she was right now or what Every had done to her.

[Every]

She stepped back as she was pushed, the wound healing afterwards before she looked down at herself, brushing off the remaining blood only to watch it vanish after splashing on the air once more. The brunette didn’t bother answering as she watched Nishaa pass out. Bending down, she grabbed the woman’s ankles and dragged her further into the alley before propping her up behind a dumpster. Every leaned against the wall in wait for the woman to awaken, she watched her and folded her arms in front her chest.

Upon hearing the final heartbeat, she reached out with her foot and shook the female by setting the tip of her toe against her hip. “To answer your first question,” As Nishaa began to cough and sit up, waiting until the woman vomited to crouch down and set her elbows on her knees so she’d be closer to the woman’s height at the moment without touching the ground, “You were drinking my blood. Not ink. I’m a shadow, and I am a vampire.” She let her fangs glint before the shadows on her body fell away for a moment to show that she had none, instinctively allowing them to return.

Her dark brown hair fell over one shoulder as she reached down to lift the woman’s chin so that she’d look at her face, “This is immortality. And you are to keep it a secret, or I will kill you.” There was a deadly glint in her hazel eyes as she said it, clearly not in the mood to mess around. “You are a vampire. I am your sire. You are my childe. My blood.”

[Nishaa]

Vampire.

Not to be mistaken with vampyre.

Nishaa stopped her coughing and simply stared at the red cobble beneath her palms, that were sullied with her stomach contents. So this woman in front of her proclaimed to be her maker. Nishaa herself didn’t know what to say. She had wanted to be a vampire her whole life -- pursing the need of this, she had sacrificed her brother in the name of satan as a child, hoping for eternal life, which eventually led to the voices she heard, and now this happens.

Satan. Was. Real.

Who’d have thought? Nishaa grinned then as the bony finger lifted her chin to look at the woman in front of her, her words were heard but not registered. Nishaa didn’t want to register them, she had other things to do like kill people with this strength. She had read in a book that one vampire had the strength of ten men, maybe even more.

“Mhm, mhm.” She said waving a hand as she got up off the ground, her whole body a little shaky. Her legs felt like jelly as she herself swayed on the spot until she found her steady feet. “Why have I got to keep this a secret, we are gods.” She laughed, lifting her hands to her neck – the wound was gone, healed during the vampric transformation she laughed then her hands moving from her neck to the hair, it was matted and dirty. She laughed again, blood down her face and around her mouth – dry and crusty around her previous neck wound. She began to head for the exit of the alleyway ignoring Every.

“Thanks dollface.” She said, as she waved her hand heading for a human. She’d read vampires fed from fresh blood. So, she wanted something to drink. She was oh-so-thirsty.

[Every]

“Because if you don’t keep it a secret,” Every moved to get in front of Nishaa’s way, grabbing the woman and shoving her forcefully against the wall, her forearm going to press firmly against the woman’s collarbone, “You will get us all killed. We are not gods.” She reached down to the waistband of her jeans and removed her gun again, setting it against the woman’s throat, “Now. Or are you going to listen or am I going to have to bleed you dry?”

Her hazel eyes glinted in annoyance, her expression showing very clearly that she was not in the mood for any games when it came to this topic, “It won’t be difficult. You’re young. I am a year old.” Her fangs bared once more, the shadow watching her childe before she retracted them again. She was in a bad mood as it was. “And I know exactly how to make you turn to ash. Or perhaps I can just tie you to a pole, let the sun burn you for a few days over and again. Allow the thirst to drive you mad until you listen.”

She wouldn’t, but Nishaa didn’t have to know that. Honestly, Every figured that if she just beat the **** out of the younger vampire, she’d listen. Memories of what Hadrian had said washed over her and she twisted the blade softly against her neck before she let go. She blocked the exit with her body, speaking quietly. “Don’t make me regret giving you this life. I had enough **** with the first one, so either you listen, or I will kill you over and over again until you either do not return or you decide I’m not ******* around. Do you understand?”

[Nishaa]

We are not gods? Where the **** did that spring from. Anyone who was a monster out of a book, a myth per say was a god. Every was going to have her hands full with Nishaa, that much was sure. She wasn't going to make anything for Every easy. She was happy being a menace, and perhaps abusing this new life she had been given, the arm was thruster against her collarbone and then the cool metal rested against her skin, this was naturally quite sexy.

"Did I mention your quite hot, when your sexy."

Then a question came to mind.

"If we are immortal beings, never to grow old and die, why hide from human eyes. We are stronger than them, they could not take us down they would worship us." The thought of being worshipped was mouth watering, whatever her now sire said it wouldn't change her mind, Nishaa wanted Every to see that this gift of immortality should be used, what is the use in being alive forever if you do not live a little?

The way Every spoke to her, made her sick. If the woman threatened to kill her, after making her vampire. Then why turn her at all? "If you want to kill me, then why did you make me like you in the first place." She sneered. Turning her back to the woman before admiring the dirty walls, then turned back to face the woman the dark orbs, and her dark hair made her blend in with the scenery almost.

"Why did you turn me, sire patrol." She asked.

[Every]

Normally, Every was a patient person. Maybe because it was she was still recovering from the last ordeal with her other childe... but it seemed to be in short supply around the female. Tightening her hold slightly on her blade, she avoided rolling her eyes; it was a natural reaction to things she disagreed with if she didn’t know someone very well. “I swear you are the only woman that I have heard so many comments from about my appearance when I’m holding a knife to their throat.”

She spoke as she stepped back and thought quietly about the question had been asked. After, she begun to speak as she hoped that it would make sense. “They can take us down, they have done it before and almost drove us into extinction. There was one a genocide of our kind from hunters. I don’t know the specifics... but it was quite a while ago. It’s important to keep what we are hidden,” Every’s expression lightened, trying not to seem as dark as she had a moment prior, “Humans aren’t ready to accept what we are, nor will they bow down.” She shrugged.

“I don’t want to kill you, but I will if I have to.”

Running her tongue along the front of her teeth in thought, Every considered the question. Why did she turn Nishaa? Her lips parted slightly as she moved to answer it with something sarcastic before they pressed back together in a thin line. “I don’t know.” was the real answer. Her hazel eyes scanned over Nishaa’s features and then she set her hand over the rip in her shirt where the woman had stabbed her. “Because something tells me it won’t be a mistake.” That was honest enough for her. It was different than when she sired Hadrian, that had been more out of revenge. This was instinctive and felt right. And then she lifted her eyebrow slightly as something occurred to her a moment later, “Sire patrol?”

That was a new one.