Re: Sonata in G Major [Jack Diddly]
Posted: 09 Sep 2018, 04:36
Meara couldn't help but smile as she listened to Jack. The redhead wholly agreed with Jack on all these accounts. She had never intended to stay in this quaint town for more than a few months. Maybe half a year at most. But the universe seemed to have different plans for her when her path crossed with Alex over two years ago now. As she saw it her choices were either accept what Alex had to offer or likely be murdered in a jealous rage. Dying was not an option, so she chose life. Even if that meant life tethered to one place primarily.
Since she was reborn as a vampire, Meara was only brave enough to venture home to the states when it was absolutely required: her grandfather's death. She had gotten a call from her mother, imploring her to come home and spend time with him as he was slowly dying from heart failure. So she obliged, but only after she had convinced her parents that she had gotten sick with Lupus-like symptoms that caused her to be photosensitive. It really wasn't a super hard sell for Meara, as she had long adapted a nocturnal schedule to facilitate busking and waiting tables. Finding a blood source for those four long months had been torture, as it forced her to need to consume vitae from live prey. But since she got back to town, she hadn't fed off a person since.
It was Meara's small contribution to keeping the population of the main food source for vampires healthy and thriving. As Jack said, 'where the crowds grow thinner as the monsters grow fatter.' One could say that was why MEara went to the great efforts that she did to promote interspecies relations. The vampires were inherently dependent on humans. Perhaps if vampires treated humans with respect, it wouldn't be so difficult for bloodsuckers like herself to survive. Meara hoped that she could one day find a willing blood donor instead of purchasing stolen packs. But pickers couldn't be choosers.
"Tumbleweed hair aside, you don't look like you got stuck in a rut either. Quite the opposite, actually." Her hand reached out and playfully mussed the reddish brown mop on Jack's head. She gave a bit of a wistful smile before she continued. "But no you're absolutely right. I miss the big Apple and other cities from time to time. But much like other small rural oases, this place sucks you in." A bit of a goofy grin appeared on Meara's lips as that pun escaped her lips. She was a sucker for dad jokes and plays on words.
Since she was reborn as a vampire, Meara was only brave enough to venture home to the states when it was absolutely required: her grandfather's death. She had gotten a call from her mother, imploring her to come home and spend time with him as he was slowly dying from heart failure. So she obliged, but only after she had convinced her parents that she had gotten sick with Lupus-like symptoms that caused her to be photosensitive. It really wasn't a super hard sell for Meara, as she had long adapted a nocturnal schedule to facilitate busking and waiting tables. Finding a blood source for those four long months had been torture, as it forced her to need to consume vitae from live prey. But since she got back to town, she hadn't fed off a person since.
It was Meara's small contribution to keeping the population of the main food source for vampires healthy and thriving. As Jack said, 'where the crowds grow thinner as the monsters grow fatter.' One could say that was why MEara went to the great efforts that she did to promote interspecies relations. The vampires were inherently dependent on humans. Perhaps if vampires treated humans with respect, it wouldn't be so difficult for bloodsuckers like herself to survive. Meara hoped that she could one day find a willing blood donor instead of purchasing stolen packs. But pickers couldn't be choosers.
"Tumbleweed hair aside, you don't look like you got stuck in a rut either. Quite the opposite, actually." Her hand reached out and playfully mussed the reddish brown mop on Jack's head. She gave a bit of a wistful smile before she continued. "But no you're absolutely right. I miss the big Apple and other cities from time to time. But much like other small rural oases, this place sucks you in." A bit of a goofy grin appeared on Meara's lips as that pun escaped her lips. She was a sucker for dad jokes and plays on words.