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Saige: The night air had gotten chilly to her since her entrance and exit from the supermarket. Carrying a brown paper bag the size of her smaller torso in front of her; she struggled to see overtop the singular overflowing back full of groceries. Blue eyes scanned the dimly lit street in front of her as she contemplated taking a quick shortcut back to her apartment. Thinking that was a bad idea, she silently strolled down the street. Suddenly the noise of change in a tin cup rattled in her ears, and she stopped, jerking her head to the side and eyes down as she stared upon a homeless man perched against the wall clad in darkness. "Spare some change?"

She bit her lip, shifting to more firmly grasp her arm around the bag and hold it against her as her free hand slid from the bag to her purse, rummaging through it for her wallet. The homeless man stepped off the wall, and she looked up from her purse to him, her smoothly mellow instincts not telling her to step away from him as her hand still searched for her seemingly extremely elusive wallet. "I’ve got something, I’m sure."

Juliet: "Be sure to lock up every door before leaving," Juliet called as she pulled on her white jacket over the black teeshirt that she had paired with a high waisted skirt that morning. "And please remember to lock the windows. If anything is missing, I will take it out of your paycheck." She watched the woman behind the counter stare at her with an uninterested expression before obnoxiously popping her gum. It took a lot for the tall woman not to cross the wooden floor and slap her newest employee upside the head. With how well Refractions had come, Juliet was planning to open a second business and thar caused her to linger behind longer than she usually would.

"Have a nice evening!" She smiled, instead, and then exhaled softly as she turned on her heel before pulling a white fedora over her brown hair and headed back downstairs. Two days since her engagement was announced, Juliet felt relatively good. There were fleeting moments where she missed Adric, but at that point, she often was trying to figure out what coat of paint her office and it was quickly pushed away. A lot had happened in the months he left her for the Shadow Realm. Leaving her shop, the woman headed in the direction of Westwall, silently thinking to pick up a few flowers for her wife-to-be.

Saige: Saige dropped her blue hues back to her purse, silently cursing at its enormous size as she couldn’t find the wallet she had just moments ago had in her hand to pay for the groceries she had in her other hand. Turning keys over, along with a pile of receipts, a couple sticks of lipstick and a random frog figurine her aunt had given her from Puerto Rico, she finally felt the familiar leather on her fingertips and smiled to the homeless man warmly. She stepped over to him, leaving the comfort of the dim light just to the left overhead, probably one of the largest mistakes she could have made as she freed her wallet from her Venus fly trap of a purse finally. "I swear, it always seems to get eaten in this." She joked to him, tipping her head to the male.

He was skin and bones, aside from the tattered clothes he wore, and she frowned. She rested the wallet against the top of her clearly full purse and flipped it open, reaching into it to pull a twenty from it - and inadvertedly flashing the other hundred she had towards the man. His eyes got greedy, and as she moved to hand him the money, though she hadn’t seen the odd gleam in them as she spoke softly to him, her words not even echoing along the street. "It’s not much..." He took it greedily, though he didn’t back away from her as she stood there. "At least you could get a hot meal with it."

Juliet: Twenty minutes later, she found herself quietly leaving the flower shop carrying a simple bouquet of red-ripped yellow roses in her arms as she sent her partner a telepathic message. It was simple and sweet 'I love you!', nothing too flashy. Her plan for the evening? She would go to Beta for a short while, change and put the flowers in a vase to sit beside their claimed bed, and then she would go to the raid. Lightly, the woman yawned as she tucked her clutch back into her bag. She headed to the transit, silently debating on going to feed on a few rats before going back home given the entrance wasn't that far away.

As she walked, the sound of her heels made a soft, yet distinguishable click against the concrete muffled only when someone would speak. Her lips pressed together as she took notice of a woman giving money to a homeless man, a soft sigh escaping past her lips as she thought 'damn beggar' and tightened her hold on her purse. There were enough thieves in the city, it wasn't as if they needed any more homeless. Then again, back in November, she would have aided someone without hesitation. That had led to the knife going through her stomach, not that she really cared anymore. Juliet loved her family, she loved her sire, and she was happy. Quietly, she watched them as she continued to head in their direction.

Saige: He smirked then, two rows of upper and lower decaying teeth not gleaming the slightest bit in either the light or the moonlight, due to their worn down enamel and darkened color. He looked around, not seeing the other woman down the street, and reached for her then with his fingers curling on Saige's purse and giving it a sharp tug to free it from her shoulder. She gave a sharp gasp, stumbling forwards towards the brick wall he had been perched on, her purse's contents clamoring all over the sidewalk as it ripped and fell from her shoulder. In the sharp tug she had dropped her bag of food, random beets and onions spilling out first, a couple eggs cracking in the bag as it started to leak their gooey mess through the paper bag.

Her hands hit the wall defensively, palms out, bracing herself so that when her head hit the wall, it didn’t cause her to go unconscious - though blood started to pour into her eyes from the head wound she had incurred just upside her hairline. She cried out, staggering to the side, falling over as the male sneered at her. "Stupid *****."

Juliet: As she came closer, Juliet frowned as she saw the action and had she not been coming from work, the brunette would have likely shot the man. Either that, or ran her sword through him. Self-defense, easily, if the woman were to report it. With a frown playing across her red-painted lips, Juliet hurried up behind the man and her hand immediately lifted to tap him on the shoulder. The man turned around with a glare and automatically, she balled her fist and threw a punch - subconsciously activating a power and burning his flesh as her hand landed with a sickening crunch against his nose. "Stupid ********." She mocked, glaring at the man as he dropped without another word. There was whimpering and sobbing from the injury. She watched him try to scoot away, fast.

"I'll deal with you in a moment." She growled with her fangs visible for only a split second before she moved to kneel down by the woman. "Are you okay, Miss?" She asked softly, the Spanish accident that she'd yet to suppress clear as day.

Saige: She dazedly brought a hand up to her head, the pain not reaching its peak just as of yet as she wiped fingertips into the blood and pulled them back to examine them, staring for a moment with her warm blue hues. The warm sensation that blanketed her face and hand was oddly comforting, though with each moment the warmth dulled more and more, until the pain started to set it. She pressed her hand to the wound then, squeezing her eyes shut until the noises from the male writhing and sobbing on the ground caught her attention. Sliding one eye open, she saw a gorgeous woman standing over her, flawless in every way to her human eyes, even tainted in the red haze her blood had offered. Blinking, she mumbled lightly as the woman knelt beside her and asked her a question.

The words from the question posed to her fell on her ears, though she was clearly having trouble discerning what exactly had just happened, she swallowed dryly and shook her head in a blood-loss daze. Suddenly the male slipped a knife from his boot, still in pain from the wounds Juliet had caused him, he aimed the blade for either of them, clearly upset at the actions taken against him. Saige had been looking at him too, instinctively reaching up and pushing at Juliet to get her out of the way, tipping to the side just enough so that the blade sank into her clavical and she cried out extensively at the sharp searing pain that radiated like lightning from her chest. She gasped for air, reaching a hand up to clutch at Juliet's shirt, blue eyes wide with pain as she started to bleed out.

Juliet: She wasn't mute, that much Juliet knew, so when the woman mumbled and didn't give her a full answer, she became highly concerned as her frown deepened. "It'll be okay," She whispered, removing a silk handkerchief from her bag and offered it to her, "Press this against your head, let's try to get some of that blood to stop." It was a change of plans, and frankly, she had no issue taking the woman to the hospital. Oblivious to the man's actions behind her - primarily because she could heal a knife wound, Juliet was surprised when she was pushed out of the way, a gasp escaping past her lips as she watched the young woman get stabbed.

Stumbling slightly, Juliet caught herself and then quickly looked at the man with a hateful glare. "You really, really shouldn't have done that..." Her expression softened as she looked at the other woman and pressing her lips together, she watched the man stumble back with blood and snot rolling down his face. She let her fangs show, her hand clenching and then slowly, she unballed it as she took a step forwards. Without any warning, she jumped at him like an animal, her hand firmly enclosing around his skinny arm tight enough that her knuckles turned white and instinctively, her fangs buried his throat. The smell of burning flesh quickly hovered in the air, before he could scream, she ripped out his throat.

Saige: Coughing at the immense pain in her upper chest, she rolled her head to the side as her eyes swam from side to side, up and around until they focused on Juliet just as she ripped the males throat out. What... is going on? She found herself thinking through the pain, trying to understand everything that was happening around her, trying to distinguish what was real and what wasn’t. She could smell the burning flesh, and the slight undertone of copper from her own blood; a hand reaching up to the rusted handle of the old tainted blade that was still sunken deep within her chest as she groaned and shut her eyes tightly, the pain washing over her in wave after uncontrollable wave.

Her back arced at the pain, her other hands fingertips curling into the ground as perfectly manicured fingernails split and tore against the concrete. Her thoughts began to swim, more and more groans and soft whimpers left her lips while she laid there trying to grasp reality. Almost as quickly as the pain had started to wash over her another sensation washed over it, leaving her with a dull, senseless warmth that oozed out of her wounds and pooled around her in a puddle of dark red crimson that was her life’s essence. Her breaths became ragged and shallow as she found it harder to breathe with each one, her lips started to tremble while her face flushed at the blood loss. She was dying, slowly, painfully.

Juliet: Feeling the man's blood running down her chin, Juliet removed the flesh from her mouth and knelt down to pull open the sewer entrance before dropping it into the darkness. Afterwards, she straightened up and moved to the corpse, kicking it into the sewers below. She knew there were too many down there, so it didn't really concern her if anyone would find the man. Now that was done, she could smell the other woman's blood and turned on her heel as she hurriedly packed up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. "My name is Juliet," She spoke softly, even if she wasn't going to be understood, she hoped the woman could understand that she was trying to comfort her. Bloodied fingertips brushed across her forehead to push away her hair.

Fear and concern played across her features, but it was clear in her ocean blue eyes, "I'm going to pick you up and put you over my shoulder before taking you into the sewers... it's going to hurt, but I'm going to give you a chance to keep living... just living in a different way. Do you understand me?" She inclined her head softly, her hand softly moving to the woman's waist.

Saige: Do you understand me? Those words rang through her ears as the sound of her heart beating the essence out of her through the wound at her chest echoed lighter and lighter with each pump. Her eyes opened and trained on the woman, swallowing heavily a dry mess of pain and anguish that dashed behind her own blue hues at the woman. Fear. Fear swallowed her whole as she suddenly realized she was dying. Her life was ending. She started to cry, hot tears welling up in her eyes and spilling over down the sides of her face as she nodded at Juliet. How could someone refuse the offer to keep living? Though her mind swam through the rest of the womans words - sewers? She needed a hospital... though she herself knew that it was probably too late for that now.

She wasnt realistic, clearly not going to argue with the woman as she felt her body grow cold from her toes up to her waist. "...I... under...stand..." She gasped out through sharp shallow breaths, clenching her jaw as she finally felt her hand involuntarily slip from the blades hilt at her chest and fall to the ground. Haziness set in more harsher than before as she slid her eyes closed, them swimming up and into her head as memories of her life as a human flashed like a strobe light past them.

Juliet: "Shh, don't cry. It'll all be okay." She realized how insane she sounded, and if she were to be honest, she felt she was the only sane one in the Altaire sometimes. When she said that she understood, Juliet picked her up as gently as she possibly could in the short time frame that she could and snatched the knife up off the ground. Afterwards, she carried Saige down into the sewers and nearly slipped on the homeless man's body - catching her balance only by grabbing immediately onto the ladder. The tip of her shoe broke ribs as she kicked him hard out of her way. "******." She muttered and then set her bag down before lowering Saige once more. She removed a flashlight from her purse, and then turned it on so she could see what she would be doing.

She could hear each of Saige's heartbeats, and without any hesitation, she picked up the knife and cut it across her wrist deep enough to draw blood. "Drink." Poor woman probably thinks I'm ******* mental. Juliet thought as she lifted her wrist to Saige's lips, "Don't argue. Just do it, please sweetie."

Saige: The woman picked her up, and she bit into her lip to stop from crying out again at the sharp pain that shot through her to her very core, radiating into her arm straight down to her fingertips. With each movement she stifled a groaning whimper, fingers clutching at fabric and skin as her world started to melt away. She couldn’t help but think to herself; This is the end, I'm to die in the sewers with some gorgeous woman covered in my blood standing over me..., and if she hadn’t of been in so much pain she probably would have laughed at that thought. Story of my life. Being set down finally she groaned and turned slightly onto her side, her arms wrapping around her stomach almost instinctively, clearly trying to subdue the pain that was coursing through her.

She watched the woman carefully through a blood stained hazy gaze, blinking once, slowly at her as she told her to drink her blood from her wrist. This woman is ******* mental. She started to shake her head, what the **** was going on around her? Though when Juliet spoke in her soft tone to her, and insisted she drink, then called her sweetie? She drew as deep a breath as she could, her soft, glassy blue hues searched the woman’s face for an explanation. Finding no explanation but rather a clear intuitive safe feeling, I have nothing to lose... what the hell... And with that thought she reached a hand stained in her own blood to the other woman’s arm, holding it steady as she let the woman’s blood flow into her mouth and down her throat.

Juliet: Sitting down lightly on the ground, Juliet kept her arm extended for the other woman to take. She wasn't going to force it, but she wasn't going to back off from her offer either as she pushed the hem of her skirt down. "I'm... a Mystic, it's a vampire path. I..." She paused, "I was turned into a vampire almost a year ago by a woman named Phoenix. She stabbed me and offered me this life when I was dying. I didn't regret it then, and I still don't."

Juliet knew she sounded nuts and as she paused, she thought about it while she felt the woman's touch. Blue eyes opened once more, and she lightly smiled, "They call me Jules... my family. I own a shop, it's called Refractions... after you turn, you'll get an allergy to the sun... crosses and holy water work on some. Not on everyone."

Saige: Swallowing a mouthful of the coppery substance, she couldn’t help but think how much it tasted like she was sucking on a roll of pennies, or an old spoon. How odd this was, her laying in a sewer, weak; unable to keep two trains of thought worth ****. She swallowed another mouthful, the woman’s words slowly sinking in as she started to feel the effects of the others blood, her minds haze lifting almost immediately as she groaned against the woman’s wrist at the incredibly indescribable feeling. Her heart beat a sporadic rhythm, still slow though, pumping the last needed ounce of her own blood out of her body as she found her lungs screaming for oxygen.

Almost as soon as her lungs screamed, they stopped, along with her heart beating. She blinked away tears, letting go of the womans arm, her hand slowly falling away as she simply stared at the woman. What in the **** just happened... She brought her hand up to her throat, pushing fingers into her neck to try to find a pulse and make sense of everything. Jesus, I'm dead. Im... dead. The thought repeated in her head as she pushed herself up against the nasty sewer wall, shaking her head at the woman. "What..." Her word was spoken so softly it was almost inaudible.

Juliet: Silently, Juliet healed her wound and her hand found the scarless area once it was released where she rubbed the skin subconsciously and tossed the knife into the water nearby. No one would want to touch it. Despite the sound being soft, her hearing picked it up and lightly, she nibbled on her bottom lip before speaking. "I gave you another chance at life... only as a vampire." At that, Juliet moved her bloodied hands to her upper lip and lifted them, revealing the fangs that she sometimes had troubles retracting. She sometimes forgot that speaking was needed because she could just do it with her mind. Lightly, she set the woman's purse back into her lap, "What's your name?" She questioned curiously, carefully getting back up to her feet as she offered her hand. From there, Juliet knew how to get to Wickbridge by taking the sewers. It kept people from looking at their bloodied selves. Silently, she sent a message to her sire and then to her partner, "You're one of us now. What type, I don't know... but. Nix could help figure it out."

Saige: She watched the woman carefully, eyes following the blade until it hit the water then snapping back to Juliet. Yes, she remembered her telling her name... she suddenly realized that she remembered everything; every event that had just perspired between the two of them. Suddenly she snapped her eyes to the dead homeless man beside her, and she nearly fell over away from him at the sight of the dead bloodied body, a loud gasp escaping her lips. Her head swam, thoughts dancing back and forth, questions revolving around her brain like a hamster on a wheel. Another chance at life as a... vampire?! She groaned lightly, bringing a hand up to her temple to rub two fingers at it as if it hurt. And it was then that she realized she didn’t hurt anymore.

The pain had gone like a fleeting bird in the wind, no traces left of it as she looked up at Juliet just in time to see the woman’s fangs. "Holy ****!" She exclaimed, pointing, as if to tell the woman she had fangs which was not normal... to her. She blinked, looking from Juliet, to her purse, back to Juliet and her extended hand, back to her purse. One hand fell to her purse, the other continued to simply point at her. "S-s-saige." She stammered, blinking. This was all so much to take in, a second life, death avoided but in the most curious manner. She quickly thought to get up and run, to run and never look back, but she also oddly felt attached to Juliet now.

That safe feeling never left the back of her mind as she swallowed dryly and finally slid her fingers into the woman’s hand, shaking her head lightly as she lifted herself up with the added leverage. She finally drew a breath, out of instinct, and instantly scrunched her nose up at the disgusting smell in the sewers around them as she blinked and gave Juliet a deer in headlights stare. One of us? What did that mean? How long was she going to be like this? How did this happen? Why? The questions reeled her mind as her eyes never left the opposite pair of blues.

Juliet: At the other woman's exclaimation, Juliet couldn't help but roll her eyes, but at least she didn't scream and flee in terror. That would have been incredibly awkward for Juliet to explain to Phoenix later on. "Oh, I turned a young woman that was dying and she was dying because she pushed me out of the way from some man trying to stab me." Kindness, Juliet thought, was cruel for often getting people killed. "And no. We are not like Twilight." She motioned again with her hand, silently saying that it was time for her to get up now. "Otherwise I will teleport you to the apartment building and then physically haul you in there." A kidnapping threat. Well. At least she couldn't say she didn't try?

"I'm your sire, by the way. That's what we call those that turn... you're the first person that I've given this chance." She explained lightly, "I've got to go to Bullwood later, probably buy you a gun and a sword so you can start to train..." She thought about it, "but first I'll have to break everything down for you so it's not entirely confusing." As if a train hit her, Juliet's blue eyes widened. "I didn't hurt you at all, did I?"

Saige: Juliet's words sank in, and she slowly shook her head no. She finally decided to form a sentence in her mind, which slipped past her lips involuntarily, though they were soft in nature; one could tell she meant them. "No, you didn’t... you.. just saved me." She blinked, feeling the overwhelming urge to hug the woman as she followed through on that urge. Stepping into Juliet, almost fearlessly, she wrapped her arms around the woman as well as her purse in her hand. Holding that hug for a moment, she finally stepped back and ran her tongue over the backs of her teeth, giving off a soft gasp as she found her fangs. This isn’t a dream... Both hands clutched back at her purse as she felt like she was going to pass out from that sudden realization.

: She drew a deep breath, one of her hands starting to shake as she looked down at it, clear bewilderment crossing her facial features. "This isn’t a dream." She spoke her thought out loud, reaffirming the thought with a soft shake of her head, looking back up to Juliet once her hand stopped shaking. "What’s going to happen now?"

Juliet: She was about to tell Saige that she could stab her if she'd like - the other woman didn't know about the healing power, plus she wasn't really concerned about the strength difference - when she returned the embrace. Surprise played across her features, and lightly, she set her chin on the top of the woman's head before she released her. When she noticed Saige's reaction, Juliet gently clutched the woman's shoulders until she looked as if she were stable.

"No, it's not a dream... I thought that at first, too. Believe me, it can be a little overwhelming... zombies are real, too. But... they're in the Quarantine zone." She motioned behind her somewhere. "Well. Right now we both should go clean up... my apartment shared with my family is that way... but maybe we should go pack up your things if you live with family..."

Saige: Family. She frowned, shaking her head. "I... dont have any family." Those words always hurt her to say them, talking about the realistic truth that she was indeed in this world alone everyday. Looking down at herself, she wrapped her arms lightly around her stomach as if she needed another hug, blinking away tears. "My family was in a tradgic car accident when I was 11." Her words got softer as she spoke, and she cleared her throat looking back up to Juliet with a light shrug. She looked off to the side then, chewing on the inside of her cheek lightly with her molars. Maybe this life wont be so bad... She thought, sighing and bringing a hand up to push her hair out of her face.

"You said... one of us... before. What exactly did you mean?" She inquired lightly, looking back over at Juliet. Family was such an odd notion for her, she had just gotten used to the one she had when they were so suddenly ripped away. Had she acquired another one, in this odd turn of events from the night? She couldn’t help but wonder if fate had anything to do with it.

Juliet: "My cousin died last year in the hospital... I'm sorry. It's never easy." She gently slipped her arm around the woman's shoulder and squeezed her close to her slender form. "But... this life can make things better. I promise you." She offered a soft smile and pressed a kiss to the top of the girl's head. Her lips formed an 'O' and then she nodded her head. "Well, you didn't think it was just me, right? There's Nix, and my fiancee, Athena... Legion, who is Nix's husband. He has childer, too. There's Jesse, and Calix, Adam, Axel and Vigil. Verbana." She had to stop and think about it. "We're the Altaire line."

"There's also Anansi... who is pretty much the one that lives in mom and dad's basement, pretending to be a lot cooler online... like Brad Paisley's Online song! He's not bad though. Socially awkward. I shoot him with pretty pink paintball pellets with glitter in them."

Saige: She sighed and leaned against the woman who had simply put, just given her a new start at life, wiping her slate clean as if her life were written on a whiteboard and Juliet held the eraser. She clutched her purse close to her small form, feeling sick to her stomach; or was it hungry? She couldn’t decide as she blinked at the kiss to the top of her head. She's so nice... She couldn’t help to think, exhaling a little scoff of breath as she smiled up and over at Juliet. Sure, that was a large promise to be making, but Saige simply put had trust in her sire, almost a blind trust if one didn’t know about all the actions that had taken place tonight to come to this very moment in time. She listened intently, nodding at each name, tipping her head to the woman’s shoulder lightly.

Her smile showed a little teeth as it grew at the added explanation of the one who was described as a basement hermit, giving off a short giggle at that comment about Brad Paisley and his song. Ironic enough, that was Saige's favorite genre to listen to these days; country. She nodded and brought a hand up to point down one of the tunnels. "I feel... dirty." And she was, sewer slime, blood, sweat and dirt all covered her at most places, reaching up to scratch at some of the dried blood from her forehead as it flaked off and the itching stopped.

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Juliet: "He's harmless. Just odd." That was putting it nicely, but she liked Anansi. She adored all of her family, too. Juliet wiggled her nose once in thought, considering what was going on. "Why don't we go pack your bags... then we can go to the apartments. You can clean up at your place, it may make you feel better." She wasn't going to say that she was actually, for the most part, completely fine. She often was covered in blood and it wasn't best to explain. "I can also hire you, at my shop, if you need any money!"

Saige: She nodded, though she stood there like a statue, clearly going into a slight state of delayed shock from all of this. She stared at her purse, chewing on the inside of her cheek again, she felt her fingers twitch as her brain tried to tell them to move and find her keys. Wondering idly why she didn’t just drive her car tonight, she blinked a couple times as her eyes suddenly welled up with tears. How could she handle all this, this well, and be okay with it? She shook her head and blinked again, a tear rolling down her cheek and off the edge of her jawbone. "I'll be... alright." She spoke quietly, though not exactly back at Juliet, more to herself as she struggled mentally to hold it all together. This was mental, all of this, going through this. She thought about a shower, nodding again she swallowed dryly and began looking for her keys in her purse.

Juliet: Juliet's lips pursed as she watched the tear roll down the girl's cheek, and gently the brunette released her before she stepped to stand in front of Saige, leaning down a bit while she cupped the girl's chin and wiped away the trace of tears with her jacket. "Would it make you feel better to beat me up a little?" She asked softly, "Or even to just yell and scream at me? I know it's a shock."

Saige: She swayed a little when Juliet stepped from her side and stood in front of her, wiping at her tears and speaking softly to her. She blinked a couple times, and shook her head, swallowing dryly again. "I’m not... I don’t like violence... sire." Yeah, she'd have to get used to that. She drew another deep breath and exhaled it through her nose, looking back at the ladder up to the street. "I think I just... need to get cleaned up and lay down somewhere." She was sure that a good night’s sleep would pass and she would wake up human again, still having slight doubts that all this was real - though the pain had been real - that much she was sure of.

Juliet: "You can call me Jules, or Julie, Saige." She offered a faint smile and then she gave a nod of her head in understanding, "Come on then, it'll be to rest anyway." Juliet stepped back and lightly motioned for her to go on first. "We should probably rest at Beta. Wouldn't want you hurt from the sun. Though, I could ask Calix or Jesse for blood heals if it comes to it."

Saige: Eyeing Juliet softly she nodded, and moved slowly to the ladder up to the street. She slid up and onto her feet from the manhole, clutching her purse to her stomach as she waited for Juliet to come up the ladder behind her. She still had that tiny voice in the back of her head telling her to run, to go home and hope that all this was a dream... but then she remembered Juliet's promise to her, and she stayed put. As soon as the woman was beside her, she started walking - though she had no idea if it was the right direction or not.

Juliet: She quietly followed after Saige, straightening out her bloodied clothes while she held her flashlight in hand. She turned it off once she was above the ground and pulling her hair over her shoulders, the woman looked at Saige curious. "Let's go to the transit, it'll take less."

Saige: Transit, she thought, mulling the word over as if it were different than the last time she had heard it. Right. Her body turned towards the nearest transit, eyes trained on the ground as she found herself sticking closer to the shadows than normal. She reached a hand up to absentmindedly scratch at her cheek. She was hungry, she could feel it, like a brick in the pit of her stomach. What was this hunger? Weird, was what it was. She looked over at Juliet and then stepped against her, tucking herself safely against the womans side. Clearly her memory of last night had her a little on edge from walking around the streets by herself now.

Juliet: Juliet fell into step beside Saige, removing a thermos from her bag before she held it to the other woman, "You may want to drink this, too. Just be careful so it doesn't spill. It's going to be awkward enough to explain what's on me." She then thought to take out another handkerchief and a thing of sanitizer to wipe off her face and neck.

Saige: She blinked at the thermos, looking up at her sire. "No, Im alright." She stated, shuffling along as she dropped her eyes to the ground again. She hated imposing, to the point that she always took care to not, turning down things offered to her was easy for her. She pushed the thought of the hunger from her mind, shaking her head softly. "Im pretty sure I'd be harder to explain..." She said lowly, not a single piece of thread had gotten away clean from her wound that had already healed at her chest. She had a thought then, and laughed lightly.

Juliet: She shook her head softly, "It's been worse, and given the fact you're recently turned, you probably should. We can't digest normal food - like humans. It'll all come back up and it's not wonderful at all." She frowned in thought, "Violently, in fact." She pulled her hair over once shoulder and fixed the braid lightly. When the girl began to laugh, Juliet blinked and looked at her curiously.

Saige: She realized Juliet was insisting, and because as such, Saige felt obligated so she took the thermos and opened it with her one hand, noticing that Juliet was looking at her while she subsided in her light laugh. She smiled over at her. "Its just... ironic, that I look like I killed someone... not that I was killed." God this is weird. Im admitting I'm dead. I've surely lost my mind. She laughed, shaking her head, "God this is weird." She finally sipped at the thermos, blinking, giving a soft 'mmm' and taking another larger swig from it.

Juliet: She then nodded her head softly, "It's understandable, and it'll take a while, so don't worry." She fixed her hair lightly and then pulled on her hat. Afterwards, she pulled her jacket closer to cover her bloodied neck. "It could get a lost worse, in all honesty."

Saige: She couldn’t help but smile. Juliet understood, and agreed with her, and that meant something to Saige. She was used to being wrong, being told to be quiet and mind her own. She nodded softly and took another swig, before capping the thermos and handing it back so she could more easily step onto the transit. She glanced around, trying to find a semi-deserted spot to settle into for the time being, and found one that she instantly moved to. Sitting down she drew a deep breath and sighed it out, both hands still clutching to her purse that she set ontop of her lap. She glanced at a couple humans, and turned slightly to try to hide her bloodied face from them.

Juliet: Sitting down beside the girl, Juliet giving her a clean hanky to clean up a bit. She crossed her legs underneath herself and then nibbled on her bottom lip idly once more. "We'll have to get off Wickbridge... then head east..." She was talking to herself while she brushed her fingertips through her hair, "We should be good for a little while."

Saige: Saige took the offered hankerchief, nodding softly in thanks as she rubbed at her face with it, most of the dried blood coming off with no problems. She idly thought about how lucky she was to have just dyed her hair the auburn red color it was, most of the blood in it just blending in with her hair color. And what didn’t, looked like she had just gotten messy with the hair dye and it had stained her skin. She listened to Juliet talk, liking the soft spanish accent that the woman had as she started working on the dried blood at her hands. She herself didn’t really have an accent, being raised in Washington DC with a healthy mix of everything. If anything, she had her own unique accent, though she idly agreed with herself that she liked Juliet's better. She leaned and rested her head against Juliet's shoulder, closing her eyes for the time being as she reigned in her thoughts.

Juliet: She chewed on her bottom lip in thought, waiting as she listened to the conversations without much thought. Quietly, she checked her email and then CrowNet before leaving a message for her family about turning Saige. Softly, she wrapped her arm around the woman's shoulder and squeezed her affectionately. "I own a photography studio, as I mentioned, and I'm probably going to open another one soon... I need to increase my profit and hopefully save quite a bit more. I eventually want to buy property." After while, she fell quiet and closed her eyes as she relaxed into the seat. Her skin wasn't completely ruddy, but she still felt like she'd need a shower. "I should have something that will fit you in the apartment."

Saige: She listened to the woman’s soft banter, smiling lightly as she couldn’t help but think that it was cute how she liked to fill an awkward silence. She herself didn’t mind an awkward silence, she really only spoke when asked a question, or asked an opinion. She had been raised not to get in other peoples conversations, or business, so she didn’t interrupt the woman, instead let her accented voice lull into her ears as she sighed at the squeeze to her shoulders. Her eyes looked up and to the side at the woman when she told her she probably had something that she would fit into. She raised a brow at that, looking the woman down then up quickly. "Umm... you're quite taller than I... I'd imagine I'd have to roll up some pants." She smiled lightly at her. Yeah, she was bad at making jokes.

Juliet: "primarily have skirts and dresses... but I do have shorts, too. All of my pants are skinny jeans." She gave a sheepish grin and waited for the transit to stop before she got up and adjusted her purse over her shoulder. "We're about... ten minutes away." She smiled lightly while she inclined her head in wait. "I think you'll get along with them. I'm going to have to coax Nix into doing another meet and greet." She chimed happily while she chewed the family board once more. "We've got two apartments; I generally go in the lower level one."

Saige: She nodded and got up just behind Juliet, thinking to give the woman back her handkerchief, but instead deciding to ask to keep it. After all, in the morning, she figured she'd need the proof that all of this really did happen - as if waking up in someone else’s apartment wearing someone else’s clothes and having fangs wasn’t enough. Maybe she just wanted the token of her sire; something that she knew was hers that she could keep. She thought about it for a second, and then piped up after the woman who had started off the transit. She followed while she spoke softly. "Can I... keep this?"

Juliet: She blinked and then she nodded her head softly to Saige's question, a smile gracing the woman's lips, "Of course. There'll be some peroxide under the sink to get the blood off." She offered her arm to Saige while she ignored the odd looks she received due to the blood on her shirt - not that Juliet even really cared. Blood was blood. She could wash it all out.

Saige: Her eyes trained on Juliet, blinking as she smiled right back, clutching to the handkerchief as she nodded and slid her arm into the woman’s, switching hands with her purse after stuffing the hanky in it so she could free up her other to softly place it on Juliet’s forearm and steady herself walking alongside her. She still felt like she was reeling, like it was all so much she just couldn’t wrap her mind around - but she was starting to as she realized suddenly just how graceful she had been walking from the sewers. Usually she tripped at least once or twice in the span of a block or so, but not tonight. She felt a little more confident as she glanced up from the ground here and there, more often than normal; not feeling the need to have to constantly watch her step.

Juliet: "My fiancée is Athena, she may be a little stand offish at first, but don't take it personally. She's actually very nice. Jesse is mute; he uses a notepad to communicate. I like to flick paper footballs at him with notes in them," She pondered in thought, "They're all a little crazy, in their own way, but are really nice. Nix calls me the weapons menace. I break the swords she gives me." She chuckled as she headed led the girl carefully into Beta Towers. "Even if you don't want to fight, I'd feel comfortable if you at least carry a knife or gun."
Saige: Gun? She blinked heavily as they walked into the towers. She looked around, having never been there before, her blue hues drinking in the building and its architecture. She bit her lip at the thought of carrying around a gun, clearly perplexed by the thought. "Is there... are there going to be others that attack me?" She voiced her concern, shaking her head. "If not, then no... But... if yes, I simply can’t have a repeat of last night. No more killing Saige." She spoke in third person of herself, giving a faint smile to Juliet as she tightened her grip faintly on the woman’s arm. She feared what she didn’t know, and that fear showed a little in her eyes.

Juliet: She squeezed the girl close to her side, "I haven't been attacked by anyone, but if you are hurt by someone, I will track them down personally. The family will also be sure to deliver blows." She watched Saige with a light expression, "But, there are zombies in the Quarantine Zone, and it is always good to train your mind in more than just violence. I run my business and I hack."

Saige: She felt a bit safer, with that reassurance, though her eyebrows furrowed in thought. Zombies? Jesus, what had she gotten herself into? She sighed and nodded, those furrowed eyebrows suddenly lifting. "Hack?" She clearly was interested, "I've hacked before. What do vampires hack?" Her eyes darted around, curiosity replacing the fear moments ago she held. She needed to be sure she could remember where they were going so she was trying her best to remember.

Juliet: She nodded her head, "Mhm. Systems, primarily. I delete evidence against our kind, so it doesn't end up closing our shops." She moved towards the elevator which she then pressed the number six. "Some of us do it for cash. That's what Mutant does all the time, he hacks."

Saige: Stepping into the elevator, she nodded slowly. "Oh! That’s why he hides in the basement all the time. I get it." She smiled sheepishly, clearly slightly daft sometimes, her eyes trailed to the floor in slight embarrassment. She wasn’t used to being shown so much attention by someone, and someone so beautiful at that, so she chewed on her lip in thought. She carefully sorted her questions out to 'most important', 'important', 'not really important' and 'stupid' in her mind, internalizing a lot of her confusion and distress in this whole situation. Why me? That simple two worded question crossed her mind so many times the past night, even though she had thrown it into the 'stupid' category in her mind, she couldn’t help but ask. "Hey, um, Jules?"

Juliet: She laughed lightly, squeezing her childe to her side once more as the doors slid closed. She was clearly happy with how things were going, "Yes?" Juliet looked down at Saige with curiosity visible in her ocean blue eyes and tilted her head slightly as if she'd need help to hear her better.

Saige: Looking up, she leaned against Juliet with a slight sigh. "Why me? Why... why did you help me with that man tonight?" She bit her lip, looking back down to the ground as she scowled lightly. It sounded even more stupid when she said it. "I know it’s a stupid question... you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to." Her hand clutched her purse to her a little tighter, adding a bit of personal security to her own self once more.

Juliet: "Because you needed help," She answered with a soft shrug, thinking about it. "And I saw you fall. I could tell he was going to do something... I'm glad it was just your purse he wanted." She frowned lightly and then gave a small shake of her head, "You were only trying to help him."

Saige: Needed help. She mulled that over, chewing on her cheek again as she thought about the events that probably should have traumatized her. But she had been through so much growing up, especially over the past three years, that she wouldnt ever admit that she herself needed help. I could have gotten away. She reassured herself, though deep down she knew better. She knew that last night, if Juliet hadnt of happened upon her the moment she did, she would really be dead. For real. Though this was real... she didnt even know how to categorize this. To her, she was still alive... though she knew she no longer carried the traits of a live person - her heart didnt beat, and she found that she really didnt need to breathe either. She shrugged softly and nodded. 1`1` "I was trying to help him... he needed something to eat. Im sure thats why he acted like that..." Even after he had been the one to cause her this kind of death, she was still trying to stand up for him.

Juliet: Juliet gave a shake of her head. "No. He did that to himself, he could have very easily walked into a shelter and asked for help to get right back off the streets, but he instead prays on young woman and steals their wallets. He's nothing better than a petty thief." She stepped out of the elevator, motioning for her to follow as she removed her keys from her bag, "He was trying to take advantage of you. For all you know, he could have used that knife on you if I weren't around. People get hurt here, a lot. They go missing."

Saige: Her feet moved for her as she listened intently to the woman that had saved her. She found herself disagreeing, but didnt voice it as she softly nodded. Looking around, she noted which door was the door that she was to remember, and shrugged. "I think there is good in all of us, Jules. You just have to be willing to see it." Her eyes shifted to the floor as she silently wondered if that was the right thing to say.

Juliet: She moved to the correct door and opened it as she frowned, "I do think like that, often actually... I just also have seen a lot of bad things happen to really good people."

Saige: Blinking, she just kinda stood there. What have you seen to make you so... negative? She quickly stored that question in the new 'for later' category, and shuffled inside, stepping to the side as she looked around. Everything seemed to be perfectly arranged, the furniture using the space in the room adequately as she admired the decorations. She thought to say something about how nice everything looked, but kept her mouth shut as she was starting to grow more and more tired at just the thought of getting some rest after the nights happenings.

Juliet: She removed her heels from habit, setting them underneath the computer desk as she usually would and then added her purse there. Afterwards, she went to collect a towel and something for the other girl to change into, "Tomorrow after sunset, we can go and pack up your things, move you in here. We all sort of... alternate everywhere anyway." She spoke as she returned and handed Saige the things, "Bathroom is right through that door. Take your time. I'll go fix up a bed."

Saige: She stood there and watched Juliet as she comfortably moved about the apartment, clearly she was used to the space and used it as her own frequently. Her blue hues dashed around a little more, then snapped back to Juliet as she came back with some stuff for her. She nodded and took the things, heading off to the direction she had pointed her in in search of the bathroom. She found it easily, and shut the door, setting her things on the counter as she reached into the tub and turned the water on. She thought to sit down for a moment, but she knew that would be a bad idea as her tiredness wouldn’t allow her to clean up at that point and she would pass out. Stripping off the bloody clothes, she examined the shirt she had been wearing.

Saige: Sighing and shaking her head, she slid into the shower and stood there. The quietness and solitude proved difficult for her to handle as she clenched her jaw and moved a hand to steady herself from falling over out of exhaustion that waved over her. Mental and physical, she shook her head to try to get it to go away as she finally started to clean herself up, slicking fingers through her wet hair as the bathroom steamed from the hot water.

Saige: Finally getting all the blood off of herself after about six or seven minutes, she slid from the tub after turning the water off and grabbed the towel to dry off. Picking up the shirt that was a little big for her, she slid it on over her head and pulled her wet hair out from under it. Slipping into the shorts that actually fit her better than she thought they would, she reached a hand over to swipe it across the mirror.

Staring into the mirror for a good amount of time, she blinked back tears to no avail and shook her head, not seeing a reflection as her tears rolled down her cheeks. "None of this is real, it cant be..." She whispered at no one but herself, reaching to put her hand on the mirror where her face should have been. She dropped her head and sighed, grabbing up the towel and drying her hair as best as she could; which wasnt very well seeing as how tired she was, and how much she just couldn’t find the emotion to care about that right now. She used the towel to dry her face of its tears, blinking until she was sure no more tears would fall, though she was careful not to look into the empty mirror again.

Juliet: Rather than shower, Juliet simply moved to the kitchen sink and collected a wash cloth after removing her tee-shirt to reveal a tank top underneath the cloth before she scrubbed down her skin until all of the blood was no longer in place. She'd shower later on, before going back to work, and with a hum escaping past her lips. When she felt clean, the woman disappeared back into the bedroom to turn down a bed for Saige, knowing the rest of the line were most likely in the raid anyway. She changed into a clean pair of shorts and a slightly baggy tank top that belonged to her ex, exiting the room once more as she tied her hair into a knot at the top of her head. Messages were sent out. Emails were sent out... Juliet pondered as she chewed on her bottom lip idly.

Letting out an exhale, she claimed the abode against Adric as if he were going to attempt to walk through the door any day now and then wandered back into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of blood. She was tired, but she wasn't going to try to rest until she knew her childe was comfortably settled in. Once the glass was finished, the brunette padded to the couch and collected her laptop, beginning to crunch numbers for her business - rearranging things so she could hire Saige.

Saige: She slung the wet towel over her shoulder and slipped from the bathroom after grabbing up her bloodied clothes and her purse, making her way back into the living room to try to find Juliet. Spotting her sitting on the couch with her laptop, she pulled the towel from her shoulder and held it out to the woman as she walked up to her. "I wasnt sure where you wanted the wet towel."


Juliet: "I'll take it, and if you want your clothes washed, I can take them as well." She smiled softly, looking up at the girl after a moment and then set her computer down, closing the screen, "But first, we should probably get you into a bed before you fall over. You're probably exhausted. I avoided everyone for several months to try and make sense of everything." She shook her head, and then stood up while she rambled, leading Saige to the room where all the beds were. "I picked one near Athena and I, but far enough away that you have your own space if that's alright. We'll eventually move into our own place, and you're very welcome to join us. I'll get you some hacking gear as soon as possible, too."

Saige: Nodding several times at the womans statement of her falling out right on the spot, she set her things down on the couch next to the womans laptop to follow after her. Just before she walked away though, she remembered something, and reached into her purse to pull something out that was balled up in her hand. Catching up to Juliet as she nodded, she pointed to the only bed in the room that was turned down. "That one?" She almost smacked her palm to her forehead on that one, another stupid question, though she was too tired to even do that as she made her way to the bed. She stopped at Juliet and gave the woman another hug, soft and gentle as she squeezed. "Thank you Jules. I really, really appreciate this."

Juliet: She chuckled gently and hugged her childe softly before she motioned for her to go on and get some sleep. "I'll start a load of laundry, and then come sleep as well. When you get up, there's a blood bag in the fridge, go on and feed from it. Given your light nature, I figure rabbits and blood packs may be your best friend for a while." She chuckled, and squeezed her once more, "Get some sleep, Saige."

Saige: She slid from the woman and didn’t argue, walking over to the bed and falling on top of the mattress, sheets and all. She was too tired to care, too tired to do anything but curl into the fetal position, arms wrapped around her middle as she instantly fell asleep. The second she fell asleep, her hand opened to reveal the bloody handkerchief that Juliet had told her she could keep, it spilling out of her hand and onto the bed beside her. She muttered something in her sleep, curling up a bit tighter and finally drifted into a deep, desperately needed sleep.

Juliet: Shaking her head with a faint chuckle escaping past her lips, Juliet moved to the bed and gently untucked the sheets and blanket from around the woman before laying them over her after she was asleep. A warm smile played across her lips at the sight of the handkerchief, Juliet gently tucking it back into Saige's hand before she went to do as she said, soon returning and falling asleep in her own bed.