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The first part of what she said as she finally seemed to calm down, everyone thought there weren't others like them and he knew first hand that simply wasn't true. Those that were truly unique tended towards the extremes in life and were either extremely benevolent in ways he had never had a way to comprehend, or they had gone the other way and were more evil and sadistic than he would ever wish to be. True he was no saint in any way but at the end of the day he could sleep even knowing the things he had done but anyone would eventually tire of killing for others for no reason other than orders.

As she spoke of doing bad things he shook his head with a soft chuckle, "Then if you have done bad and can't comprehend the devastation you have left behind I feel sorry for you and hope it never does catch up to you in your conscience. If it does it might consume and destroy you." It was truth as he saw it, he could offer no other as everyone's truths in life were their own and while he might sometimes challenge it he never forced someone to accept his ways of thinking. That would be boring. Her smirk as she asked his name and introduced herself he shrugged, "My name is Edenor and I don't intend to make you a slave, simply to cover my own *** and make sure I don't release a monster that might lead others to finding me."

She seemed to hesitate then once she agreed to become like him, he couldn't really blame her, it was easy to see a lot of her reactions were false bravado but if she wanted to act brave who was he to deny her what would essentially be her last act as a living, breathing human? He saw no reason to completely crush her dignity after all as that would serve no purpose at all to him. Seeing her outstretched wrist towards him and her words he just shook his head, "I am not so foolish as to do this in the middle of the street, too many prying eyes and ears." He turned away then, motioning with one hand raised up so she could see his hand off to the side beckoning her to follow. It was only after he turned away and started walking that he glanced back at her and said simply, "I won't kill you once you have your revenge. That is only the start of the fun to see where you might wind up afterwards."

Sigrid gritted her teeth at his words, raising a dark brow,"If my conscious was even half useful as it should be, it would have destroyed me a long time ago." A bit of sadness lingered in her words, but not enough for her to feel anything. "I went numb along time ago, gunna take more than some blood to thaw me out." Its not like Sigrid had chosen this for herself, it was just how the bitter cookie had crumbled. Some people got the cup half full, some didn't get jack. One thing is for sure, barbie dolls had been the last thing on Sigrids Christmas wish list.

Without thinking, Sigrid let the mans name slight past her lips, "Edenor...," she mumbled, soft and low. She raised a brow then, curiosity dancing in her eyes, "Weird name..." There were more questions she wanted to ask, but Sigrid held her tongue, storing them away for a later date. No matter how hard she tried, this man was impossible to read, neither his expressions or movements giving light to his intentions. It irritated her, but then again, what at this point didn't.

No hesitation was in her steps as Sigrid followed behind Edenor, her eyes locked on him at all times. "Obviously not...I mean," she looked around, noticing only two pedestrians, one of which was obviously drunk, "we have such an audience." Her tone was facetious, but she didn't argue with his logic, and followed him on into the night. "Well geez aren't you kind...," she huffed, flipping up her hood and stuffing her hands deep into the pockets of her baggy jeans, a lock of brown hair fell in front of her face.

He couldn't help but be curious about what little information he got from her when she spoke to him or answered his questions. She could say she was numb all she wanted but he had seen the monsters people became when they were numb and had the means. It was one of the reasons he had decided to leave his group behind and was better off on the run even though it meant death if they ever caught up to him. He would not comment on it though, everyone was entitled to their own secrets and in all honesty he found that he didn't care at the moment. He didn't know enough about her to bring himself to care enough to pry into her affairs and was far more interested in watching where she was going than where she came from.

Her comment about his name though made him chuckle slightly, "Indeed it is but at least you won't confuse me with anyone else that has that name." He led on silently for the most part after that, it was only a few more blocks to the train station before he stopped and turned to face her, his eyes watching her face for any telltale sign that she might try and bolt, she had his name now and so he couldn't let her go even if she wanted to back out. "I am not kind to those who do not earn it. I am already being more kind than you deserve in agreeing to your request if for no better reason than it might serve as a diversion from my everyday habits."

His words had been spoken harshly but they were not false and so he wouldn't dream of apologizing for them even if it upset her. He had a feeling there would be plenty he would do to upset her and he wasn't about to worry about everything that might set her off and she would need to learn to control herself. He paused for only a moment as he let the words sink in before asking again, "So are you sure you want this? To be bound by blood to my kind and me specifically? After this there will be no going back or chance to undo it later." They were close enough to his home now, a quick ride in the train and they would be across from the towers where he lived and worst case if she started to succumb too soon before they reached there he could always carry her there. He had nowhere else he could take her and didn't much think she would care for being stranded somewhere during the transformation others might stumble upon as he had done before realizing just how dangerous that had been.

his left arm extended towards her then, his right hand moving to press in to cut his skin but stopped after just a single black drop of blood fell and dissipated before it ever touched the ground. "Actually... on second thought I won't make it that easy and just give you my blood. You want it then take it as you will have to when you are like me. I'm curious how hard you might have to bite to get my blood out of me and oh I dunno, it will be good practice I guess." Of course he didn't care either way but it was something that came to him as a way to tease her one last time before she joined the ranks of the vampires across the city, plus it was amusing to him that it was a human biting a vampire to feed instead of the other way around and because of that he couldn't resist letting the idea out instead of bottling it inside.

Sigrid gave Edenor a sideways glance, rolling her pale eyes with a loud huff, "hah...I feel almost special." Though sarcasm was obvious in her voice, she payed mind to the sternness in the mans tone, and didn't joke around much further. "Ill just count myself lucky this time," she said with a smirk, slipping another cigarette between her lips and lighting it. Pale smoke floating up and mixed with the cold air, and Sigrid watched it as she followed Edenor, her eyes still fixed on him.

They were alone now, not even a rat in sight, and all the anger Sigrid had felt before was washed over by layers of anticipation and curiosity. His question took her back slight, and he paused, blinking up at him. She furrowed her brows, hold her cigarette between her middle and pointer finger, "If I wasn't sure I wouldn't followed you here, " she spat, gritting her teeth. Her tone came off a bit harsher than she had expected, and she let out a shaky breath of smoke, staying quiet for some time.

Finally she turned her eyes up to greet his, like two shards of ice, harsh and cold. "Its all a means to an end right," she didn't let her gaze fall, "I would chain myself to satan if it meant I could kill him." Sigrid let her eyes narrow as she swiftly put out the cigarette under the toe of her boot ," I think as ready as I can get."

With out breathing, Sigrid watched as Edenor began to cut at his arm, then shot him an icy glance as he stopped. "What...," she breathed out, anger boiling inside her again, "what the **** kind of ********--" Sigrid caught herself, stifling her words by biting her lip. He wanted her to bite him? Sigrid almost had to laugh at the thought, until she realized it wasn't a joke. "You can't be serious. I don't have any fangs." Her words were short and tart, but she had one eyebrow raised to show she wasn't complete disinterested. "You really are a crazy mother ******...," she chuckled darkly, grabbing his wrist and bring it to her lips.

His skin was like ice, colder than the air even, and Sigrid could almost feel her lips turning purple as she pressed them to his wrist. There was one thing she knew she could do, and that was bite, and bite hard. She had once bitten a mans finger off who got to close, but this was different. She didn't have the power of rage behind her, and there was no telling what would happen once the blood reached her tongue. After inhaling a swift breath, she clenched her teeth, closing her eyes and biting down. She imagined herself biting into a plum, remember the first time she had had one, its flesh as soft as anything, and the juices sweet. Dark blood seeped into her mouth then, and the sweetness of the plum was no comparison to the ecstasy his blood gave her.

Every cell in her body grew frantic, her mind humming slightly as she pulled her mouth away, her ice blue eyes growing hazy. "oh ****...," she mumbled, words slurring in her mouth. She gripped Edenors sleeve to keep herself steady, the world around her spinning. She felt scared and alive all at once, not even bothering to wipe the blood from her lips as she peered up at the man. Sigrid collapsed into him then, her legs giving out as she was swept into darkness.

Her reactions were to be expected but it was almost too hilarious as he watched her facial expressions shift and the words that would start to come from her before she stopped herself as she got angry. It was far too easy to push her buttons and he had only been with her a few minutes and yet he found she pretty much had a start button for getting her worked up. Might as well add fuel to the fire, "If you feel you aren't up to it..." Of course it didn't matter she had given in, he figured she would though he half expected more of a fight.

Instead she had grudgingly agreed and her last comment before she finally bit him made him smirk, "Of that you can be certain. I am indeed a bit crazy." He felt her bite down a moment later, it hurt when she bit, he had known it would because as she pointed out she had no fangs. However it lasted only a brief moment before it seemed to fade away as she began to drink from him. Normally he didn't think the drain would be much but he had still been hungry when she had so rudely interrupted him and it reminded him he still had to feed more. She seemed to stop entirely too soon though and he frowned as she pulled away. He only had his own turning to go on and he had taken a considerably higher amount of blood.

He felt her pulling on his sleeve then for only a moment before she collapsed as her legs gave out. He was able to catch her at least what with his arm already being in her grip and really she was close enough to bite him, how could he not be close enough to catch her? Lifting her up he pressed his wrist where the bite wound was already slowly closing to her lips, forcing the black blood into her mouth. As he sank his own fangs into her neck from behind he began to quickly drain her as his right arm moved to support under her arm. His hand moved over her nose and pinched it closed, forcing her to take in the blood he was forcing into her mouth. He knew it might make her choke but he held her tightly as he withdrew his mouth from her neck. He could feel how weak she was and whispered in her ear, "Drink as much as you can before you pass out completely otherwise I can't gurantee you will wake up again." At least they would be able to get to his home in just a short bit of time and would be easier to deal with any repercussions then should something go wrong though he hoped it wouldn't. It would be a rather shitty thing if the first person he tried to turn died on him.

The next few events happened in a haze, a terrifying haze that spun around her in wild disoriented color. She was dying, she knew that what felt like, and this wasn't it. This was more like sleep paralysis. her muscles asleep, but her mild startlingly awake. Sigrid wanted to scream, to fight against the fatigue, but could barely move a finger. A tear or two streamed down her quickly paling cheeks.

She felt the pain of fangs sinking down into the flesh of her neck, the oddest sensation of calm and fear sweeping over her all at once. Almost too delicate to be fangs, like the piercing of a who shark needles, draining her of blood. Sigrid felt something cold and wet against her lips, and moved her eyes down to see dark black blood dripping from Edenors wrist. With barely any consciousness left, she gulped down as much blood as she could.

With a last breath, Sigrid closed her eyes, letting the life, and the human side of her die. Her mind slept, but her bloody was growing cold, like the embrace of death. Slowly, she let her body sink into Edenors arms, her hand still gripping tightly to his shirt.

To say he wasn't a bit concerned at her rapidly deteriorating state would be a lie but he only had himself to go off of and he was an incredibly stubborn person and simply refused to give in until he felt himself at least hidden. Of course his sire had not been willing to help the way he was. Or perhaps he just would have needed to ask which of course was not something he would have done anyways. As her body finally relaxed into him though, with just her last grip on his shirt all that seemed to show any kind of life in her, he lifted her up to carry almost as if he were holding a baby. He moved quickly, but was more cautious now, staying to the shadows until he reached the station a couple minutes later.

It wasn't a long ride from where they were to Honeymead and the doors were barely opened before he was through them and headed out of the station and across the street and into the West Towers. The elevator ride seemed the slowest of getting home so far but once they were opened he was down the short hallway to his apartment and inside. Taking her to the bathroom he laid her in the tub before finally relaxing. At least here they would be much safer, and worst case if for some reason she didn't make it at least he would be able to figure something out to get rid of her. He doubted she would die though, mainly because she seemed to be nearly as stubborn as him if a bit more hotheaded and so all he could do was wait. Heading out of the bathroom he went to his forge that had been setup in the room and began to work. At the very least he should give her a weapon and so he began crafting to see what would come of his trying to turn the woman.

The energy it too for Sigrid to open her eyes, was enough to make her want to close them again. Darkness surrounded her, but her eyes quickly focusing and grew accustomed to it. "What the hell...," she whispered groggily, gripping the edges of the tub and pulling herself into a sitting position.

She felt disoriented, but otherwise alive, though her back hurt like a *****. Who the **** drops someone in a bathtub, she thought, too dazed to be really beyond slightly irritated. Slowly, Sigrid hoisted herself out of the bathtub, flipping on one of the lights. The brightness startled her, and she quickly brought up her hands and hissed softly. After adjusting her vision, Sigrid looked around her, surprised by the general cleanliness of the bathroom.

With slow steps, she made her way through the dimly lit apartment, peeking her head into one of the only other rooms. From the looks of it, it appeared to be Edenors bedroom, which was quaint, and a bit messy. Sigrid wrinkled her nose and stepped inside, moving her finger along the edge of the wall. There wasn't much to look at, but it had a bed, and that was something alone to be thankful for. With ease, Sigrid shimmied her way out of her jacket, letting it fall to the ground in a heap at her feet. She wore a fitting tank top under, dingy against the paleness of her skin. "I'm hungry...," she mumbled, smirking in amusement, crossing her arms in-front of her chest.

It had taken far longer than expected for her to wake and he had long since finished his forging. It was a rather cruel looking weapon that was designed to break things more than to cut them. For whatever reason he thought she might find that a better fit than a blade. Having grown impatient waiting for her he had gone down and then out of the building to go feed. He was already on his way back when his phone lit up showing a quick clip from his camera in his apartment and as soon as he saw it was her his pace quickened. It took only a couple of minutes before he was already back on his floor as the elevator doors slid opened and just a few short seconds before he was back into his apartment.

Pausing for a moment before heading to his room as he didn't see her in the open living area, and knew she hadn't gone by his camera again or it would have gone off so it was the only place she could be. He got there just in time to hear her saying that she was hungry. Leaning against the frame of the door he chuckled softly, "Hungry already? That's a good sign but i recommend you don't try eating any normal food. I made that mistake once and you wont like it. Alcohol in small amounts isn't so bad but that might just be me." He knew the woman was likely pissed at him for leaving her in the tub, but he knew what had happened to him when he died and he was not about to have to deal with that mess at all though it seemed she had fared much better than he had.

Motioning for her to follow after him without another word he headed for the front door. There was no time like the present and the longer she went without drinking the more angry and hungry she would become and he didn't feel like having to deal with her going feral on him just to get a bit of blood from the humans and cause a huge disaster for him. At that thought he frowned and though he knew she wouldn't see it his face immediately went impassive. Humans were always running around in the lobby of the building. He was going to have to get her past them first and outside to let her go hunt. He would sort it out when they got there but for now he just opened the door and waited before finally turning to look at her fully expecting to get the brunt of whatever pent up rage she already had.

Sigrid turned around on her heels, raising an eyebrows as Edenor stepped into the room. This was the first time she had seen him in any sort of light, her pale eyes making a note of his features, tracing every line of his face and down to his shoes. She was pissed, considering he had dumped her in a bathtub the night before, but found she had little energy to fight with him about it."Hm...I never had much of a taste for human food anyways, " she shrugged, turning to walk over to the window. Sigrid put her hand up to the glass, feeling its coldness on her skin, the lights of the city glittering over them. She hadn't realized how high up they actually were, and marveled at for a moment at the view.

She turned again, noticing as he motioned for her to follow him. Quickly, she picked up her jacket, pulling it on as she trailed close behind him. This was it, the moment she had dreaded, the moment she would drink from another human. Slowly, Sigrid close her eyes as she followed Edenor out of the apartment, trying to keep her mind clear. Memories fluttered at the back of her mind, memories she would likely revisit at some point tonight.

They rode the elevator down, a long ride considering his apartment was on the top floor. Sigrid watched him the whole time, pale eyes glittering under dark lashes, hand stuffed deep down in her pockets. There was nothing in his appearance that gave away what he was, and she supposed, despite her pale skin, she was the same. "So do you normal dump people you turn into the bathtub? Or did I get the royal treatment?, " she paused, wrinkling her perfectly pointed nose, "and will that be there I sleep every night?"