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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.

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.”

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 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.

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.