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Posted: **27 Oct 2016, 00:14**

"An army? Times must be desperate for the United States." Elizabeth mused softly, having never met a female in the army before. This was truly a first and so, while the comment was probably taken offensively, Elizabeth meant little by it other than the fact that the men must be poor fighters to have to go to such extremes. "And a captain too? That is a prestigious title, yes?" Elizabeth inquired as the woman's head made a soft thump against the night stand she was up against.

"A doctor?" Elizabeth inquired as she slowly stood, but made no more to leave, or for the woman. "I am afraid it is far too late for a doctor." Elizabeth shook her head, now making her way towards the woman. A slow step at a time before she took to the corner of the bed. "I doubt they will get here in time, but if you insist." Elizabeth reached for the phone that the woman has asked for, but her fingers 'slipped' and it fell to the opposite side of the bed and either bounced under it, or away from it.

"I have a story." Elizabeth pipped up, as random as it was. "It goes something like this." Elizabeth's attention returned to the woman on the floor, as her body positioned itself in her direction once again. "Hundreds of years ago there was this woman who stumbled upon another woman. She possessed a great gift. A gift of immortality. Smitten with the woman, who sits before you now, the woman of higher rank and prestige than that of a lowly seamstress offered the woman a new chance at life. She offered her immortality. I, took the gift, of course, which explains why I am soon to celebrating my....well, between us ladies...five hundred and thirteenth birthday. In just a few months time, I believe. Time was measured poorly back then, but I thoroughly believe it is approaching." Elizabeth smiled wide at the woman, her eyes traveling to the wound. "In truth, you will be lucky to celebrate another birthday after tonight, unless....The story repeats itself." A vague offer was there, not entirely made, but not yet off the table either, as Elizabeth awaited the reaction of the woman on the ground.

Posted: **19 Nov 2016, 16:25**

"It's not a title..." She managed, talking was keeping her awake and she blinked the spots from her eyes, fighting tunnel vision. "It's rank. And it's fairly decent yes." She ignored the comment about the U.S. being desperate by having women in it's ranks. Her breathing turned shallow as she continued to listen, her tongue slid out to wet parched lips gone numb from blood loss.

She realized it was that same blood loss that was making her hear things that were completely insane and beyond the scope of any logic reality. Immortality? Over five hundred years old? The woman who sat on the bed didn't look to be past her mid 20's. Perhaps the murder was having a psychotic break and Ramsey was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She mused over her life, thinking of all the things she had done, all the places she had been. If she died here, if they never found her body, then there would be no funeral. Her military family would mourn her loss for a time, but even they would move on. She had no family outside of the Army. No one to miss her or even realize she had passed on in a moderately priced hotel room, bleeding out on the carpet. She squelched the near hysterical laugh that bubbled up in her throat and focused glassy eyes on the blonde.

Ramsey was a survivor. She had survived her helo going down in the ocean. She had survived loosing a leg and a few ribs. She had survived an IED. She would survive this. And perhaps it was her survivalist nature that had her speaking again. Though her mouth felt full of cotton and she surely thought she would choke on her tongue, she managed a few simple words. "Sure, why not?"

She gazed at the woman with half open eyes and blinked slowly. Perhaps now that consent was given the cat and mouse game would be over and the blond would put her down like a lame horse. Ending her misery and letting her move on to what ever came next after a life well lived.

Posted: **31 Dec 2016, 13:01**

Elizabeth had no idea how ranks worked, and believed them to be more like a title; an error on her lack of knowledge. In her days, people attained these ranks through money, and name. Say, the father of a son was a high ranking official, it was not difficult or unheard of to see the son of the high ranking official work its way up through the ranks based solely on the belief that the son would be a lot like the father through genes. Or, if the father had a steep pocket, it was not difficult to persuade the right officials to put the son in a low level rank that commanded respect. Especially in times of war, when monies were desperately needed. Still, Elizabeth smiled when the woman agreed that it was a 'fairly decent' rank.

Tick, tock, was being repeated over and over in Elizabeth's mind as she waited for the woman to process what it was she said and either accept or decline the invitation of sorts. When the acceptance came, Elizabeth smiled and the words vanished from her mind. It was time to focus on the process and get serious. No more cat and mouse, and coxing the woman to see her side of things. "A gift. What you decide to do with said gift, is up to you." Elizabeth stated with a firm voice as fingernails slowly transformed into long, hard nails. A nail flicked over the inside of Elizabeth's left wrist and she waited until the blood pooled before she turned it and let it drip over Ramsey's mouth. "If you drink the blood, my blood, then you will see dozens of birthdays, yet never feel the years physically pass by in any regard." The choice was up to her, she wouldn't very well force her to drink her blood, and become something else. Elizabeth had done that a time or two before and it never ended well.

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