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

Olive: Strolling down the street, the woman rolled her toothpick over her bottom lip with her tongue idly as she glanced chocolate brown eyes up at the moon. It was a day late past the harvest moon, and she silently sucked in a sharp breath of cool night air past her toothpick at the sight of the glowing wonder. She slid a hand from her jacket pocket and checked for her wallet tucked safely into her back pocket of her skinny jeans, nodding at its existence as she decided she wanted something sweet and ducked into the nearest gas station.

Mora: Harper Rock, it was an odd place where vampires roamed, and some humans went by never noticing the mass of missing persons going missing each night, you had good vampires and bad vampires. The golden haired vampire was one of the 'good guys' she never got into trouble, having worked her way to the fourth floor of the raid before being ejected rather harshly she pocketed her hands into her black, skinny pipe jeans and made her way east towards the Coastside area of Harper Rock. She wanted to sell some of her loot she had acquired, planning on paltering the poor shop keeper into giving her a profit.

Olive: Strolling down the isles, she stopped in front of the candy bars. Tipping her head as her eyes flowed over the choices, she grumbled and reached for one, her eyes almost closed as she did it - clearly she had issues making decisions and choices based on her opinion of taste. Grabbing up a Carmello, she shrugged and made her way to the counter, pulling her wallet out of her back pocket with her free hand as she slid past some random shady looking male who was glancing around as if nervously watching over his back. She reached the counter and tossed the candy bar to it, pointing to the smokes behind the cashier and nodding; though she didnt say a brand name aloud, he reached and grabbed a pack as if to make the choice for her and started ringing her up.

Mora: Mora stopped off at a gas station, she couldn't tell you the location simply because she wasn't paying attention to street signs. Mora had the idea of perhaps selling her loot and going to Deux's rooftop garden and doing rituals. It would keep her mind off Dwayne, Josslin, August, Luxuria. Anyone really she had lost, it saddened her and she chose to hide those feelings and drag others down in her... sadness. Mora pushed open the door to the gas station, slipping her brown shoulder bag to the front to she could rummage through it she brought out a red velvet bag full of odds and ends, bones, flowers, zombie ears. The shopkeeper didn't need to know the in's and out's as to how she acquired them her telepathic powers would make him take them from her, she qued silently behind the woman with fire for hair and waited.

Olive: Looking to the door as a tall woman came in, she raised her chin slightly in a silent greeting and looked back to her wallet. Pulling the money out she handed it over, waving her hand at the loose change the cashier tried to give her back. She didnt need the problem of having something else to misplace or lose later on, objects around her always seemed to have a way of disappearing from her possession, though she didnt really care about the small issue as she didnt have many personal items to begin with. Grabbing up her candy bar and smokes, she slid from the counter carefully sidestepping around the woman now in front of her, only to walk dead center into the shady male holding a gun at her stomach. "Scream, and I'll kill you. Give me your wallet." Her chocolate eyes rolled around lightly. You've got to be kidding me. She raised a brow at him, standing there at point blank range. "Uhh, no." She stated blandly, giving him a look of disbelief and annoyance.

Mora: Mora returned the friendly nod to the fiery red head, her forest green orbs looking around the decor of the gas station, it was dark, dank and not very welcoming her orbs found their way to a shady fellow admiring the magazines. The red head stepped away and Mora stepped forward taking up the spot on the counter her elbows pressed against the cheap marble. "I'd like to sell these." She dropped the velvet pouch and admired her loot, before allowing her eyes to focus on the shop keep she canted her head making sure he was looking at her before using her palterer power on him, so he would not only buy the strange items but give her a good profit for it also. After a moments look between the two, he opened the register and handed Mora several hundred green bills. "Thank you kindly." She said pushing her voice into the gentleman's mind, she turned to leave when she smelt the metal of a gun, and saw the red head again, chatting with the shady fellow she saw before. She slipped into the scene calmly smiling at the two. "Is there a problem?" She spoke, remember how to speak after a month of -not- speaking.

Olive: The guy was clearly tweaking, or withdrawing from something, as the gun shook lightly at the tremble in his hand. "Gimme your wallet!" He urged her in a hushed but demanding tone, looking over to Mora as she slid in alongside the two of them. He pointed the gun at her then, the trembling only getting worse as his eye twitched. Olive sighed and pocketed her candy bar, shaking her head at the guy as she then opened her pack of smokes and pulled one out to place it between her lips. "Make me." She dared him, rolling her eyes at him again, him sliding the gun over to point it back at her only more center of her chest. The gun went off, and she instantly fell over, dropping her pack of smokes and wallet to the floor. The cigarette rolled from her lips as an almost instant pool of dark crimson surrounded her body. Seriously?! She thought, a hand coming up to press at the blood-pouring wound as she gurgled and coughed up blood. God damn this hurts. If she could have, she would have simply flailed a hand at him in that moment, clear pain and agony crossing and lingering on her facial features though as she struggled to stay alive.

Mora: Mora looked from the red head, to the twitching male his hand trembled on the handle of the gun. Mora knew what would happen. His gun wavered from Mora to the other girl. "Take it easy." She said in a calm, soothing tone but we all knew calm, and soothing tones usually made the situations worse and in this case it really did. It really didn't help that the woman was egging the male to do something daring with her rather sarcastic, and dry comments. 'make me' she coaxed and Mora wavered for a moment, and then the gun fired. The scent of gunpowder filled her nostrils and then the scent of blood followed. Mora acted then she grabbed the male by the jacket and threw him against the wall, and then towards the shopkeeper.

Her knee's bent as she grabbed at the bleeding woman and whisked her out into the night at least she'd be away from prying eyes of the humans, she moved as fast she could with the woman in her arms towards the cover of the wilderness granted the fae resided here but it seemed the safest bed beneath the cover of a willow tree, Mora set the woman down and gazed at her. "What's your name?" She asked.

Olive: Warmth. It seeped from her slowly as she felt a tingling sensation at her fingertips and toes. Suddenly she was lifted up, being carried off. The ****? She repeatedly thought, along with, God damn. This hurts. and Where is she taking me? It seemed just as fast as she had been lifted up she was set down, coughing up more blood that splattered on her lips and out of the corner of her mouth staining her porcelain skin. My name? She thought, chocolate pain filled hues dashing to the woman who not moments before had smiled at her as she walked into the station. "Ah... Olive..." She managed, coughing again as she gripped her hand to her chest, as if it could pull the pain from her as her lungs filled with blood and her legs grew cold from the reassuring warmth. "Skyyy..." She finished, starting to writhe at the pain that no longer centered in her chest but filled her entire being straight down to her soul.

Mora: Mora pressed a pale hand to the woman's center, but just putting pressure on the wound would not save the girl, no. Mora's blood would save her, allow her to live another day as an immortal. Mora canted her head, she had balls and Mora liked that, but could she be a sire again considering all her childer were missing or dead? She gnawed on her lip, her fang slipping through and drawing a little blod. Olive Sky, her name was and it was such a pretty name. "Olive, that is a very pretty name."

She moved a little forward then so her blonde hair covered the woman's face. "Do you want me to help you, Olive?" She asked, she would never force immortality on a person. Not after what her blood sire; Hellequin did to her, she would never allow it. If this woman wanted to be like her, a vampire and live forever she would have to tell Mora that she didn't want to die, that she wanted to live forever, anything of the sort.

Olive: She attempted a smile through the pain, the attempt just twisting into an odd face as she tried to force out the word 'Thanks' though no sound came from her blood stained lips. Swallowing a mouthful of her own blood she cried out softly in pain at the other womans hand at the wound on her chest. "Gahhh." Facial features twisted as her thoughts whipped from one to the next like a succession of dominoes. Help? I dont need her help! Jesus, this hurts... what is she talking about? Is she a doctor? She's a beautiful one if she is. Why would she ask that? Am I dying? I am... She frowned then, a harsh breath escaping her lips as she struggled to pull in a deeper one that shot more and more pain through her. I... why do I need to make this choice? Couldnt she just help me and drop me off at a hospital? I dont want to die... She groaned, muscled tightening in her throat as she finally nodded her head, a blood stained hand moving to clutch tightly at the fabric of Mora's shirt. "Dont... let me... die... please..." With each forced word she clenched her jaw to force out the next, tugging at the womans shirt, eyes widening even more with the increased coldness that flowed through her from the lack of blood in her body. Fear crossed in those chocolate hues, something rare for her as she hardly feared anything.

Mora: Mora watched it was all she did was watched, but now.. something awakened in her that made her want to act. She wanted to save, rescue do something that could save this young woman's life and it took her a moment to realize this, but the woman beat her to it. She grabbed at Mora's plaid shirt and pulled her closer, enough that she heard the gurgled words they consisted of 'don't let me die' and that was enough for her to kick start herself. She nodded at the woman, scooping an arm under the woman's neck drawing her closer so her body no longer rested against the bark of the willow tree but it now rested against her knees, and Olive's head rested on her legs. Mora bent her head over so her lips were close to the neck. "I'm sorry." She whispered, "This is the only way I can save you." Her fangs extended then and her sharp canine's entered her flesh with a soft CRUNCH she took a little bit of her blood, she was already knocking on deaths door, she took half a pint her peach lips bloodied with Olive's maroon blood. She then brought her wrist up to her mouth and bit into it. Black blood oozed from the wound and she hovered it over Olive's mouth. "Drink." She told her, no she demanded.

Olive: At the forced movement of her blood soaked body, she gurgled, eyes widening to their fullest extent as the woman bit into her. She cried out, both hands finding fabric at the womans thighs as she clawed into them, thoughts dashing from one corner of her mind to the other. What the ****?! She just bit me! Jesus christ, as if Im not already in enough pain! She stammered a forced breath out her lips, the pain at her neck rolling into the pain that covered her entire body, fingers no longer clawing but rather lightly resting as she blinked slowly with now hazed eyes at the womans black blood. Okay... She didnt argue, figuring if this was going to save her, she had no choice. And having no choice in the matter was something she found she was slightly rejoiced in, so she went along with it and pressed her lips to the black blood, drinking in a deep mouthful of the odd substance.

Mora: Mora combed a hand through the woman's fiery red hair. Every few moments she would encourage her, murmur words like "Your doing well, just a little more." several minutes passed by and the woman was still drinking from her rest like a new born babe to a mothers tit. She pulled her wrist away with force before lapping at her own bloodied wrist with a long tongue, before long her gaze shifted back down to Olive, hoping she would pass the next step. The change. "Don't fight it Olive." She told her.

She didn't want to lose this little stubborn firecracker, in that moment she felt something a spark, a connection and it gave her a glimmer of hope. "Let it happen my little firecracker." Her words were soft, endearing and caring. She would welcome this new one into this life with pleasure.

Olive: It had seemed like eternity, laying there as she drank, the womans fingers through her hair welcoming a warm feeling to fill through her again, though this time it was different, not like the last one that was almost evil feeling. This one was filled with something, filled with the warmth of caring and endearment, and Olive's eyes slid closed as she melted into it. Finally the woman pulled her wrist back, and she struggled to breathe, her breath stopping just short of her lungs as the black blood within her started to find its way into her system and change her. Like fire it filled her, spilling throughout her body at an astounding rate as the pain from being turned undead was almost too much for her to handle. She clutched at Mora again, though the womans words didnt go unheard as she clenched her jaw with eyes squeezed shut tight and struggled through it with tensing, rippling muscles all over her body. Her heart stopped finally, giving one last beat as the change completed, and her eyes fluttered open, the last breath of her human life seeping out past her lips in hesitant words. "...What... just happened to me?"

Mora: She listened, she listened to the woman's torment every now and again the woman felt such pain that Mora could feel it also, that was the thing about telepaths, they were so endearing, so empathic about those around them you could see the pained features on her feature. Little Olive was in pain, and it broke Mora's heart. Mora clutched at the woman her hands slipping into the woman's as if to calm her with her cold skin, Olive felt like hot embers, the change was a fever you could never shake it would either change you, or kill you. She'd attempted to change a few before Olive, and they had died in her arms. Olive would -not- have that fate. Olives eyes flickered, and then opened. Mora heard the last song of her beating heart before silence. There was nothing now but silents, and the flutter of bat's wings zipping around. She spoke, her voice like a bell. "You were shot, I took you here. To the wilderness, well the edge." She paused. "I helped you... by turning you into a vampire." She knew how silly that sounded.

Olive: Blinking, she looked around, then down at herself as she heard that she had been shot. Oh yeah. The memories floated back, invading her mind as she furrowed her eyebrows at them. She blinked again, looking up into Mora's dark emerald gaze... blinking at how soft it was. How serene. Staring. Vampire... really? She laughed. She actually laughed. "No, seriously, what happened." Not that she didnt believe the woman, but surely this was all a joke. She looked around for the hidden cameras, though all she could think was one thought; If this is a joke, how come that pain was so real? She slid her hand from Mora's, though left the other, her now free one slipped to her chest at her shirt where her fingertip played at the sticky bloodied gunshot hole in the fabric. Real...

Mora: The blonde vampire watched pushing more and more loose bangs of gold, and pink behind her ears, it was the only thing she could do. She wouldn't force herself on Olive, it wasn't her style instead she'd let her come to the conclusion that she was a vampire on her own, she owed her that much. The only thing that plagued her mind was that she ripped this woman's life from her hands, forever young, forever immortal, forever living. It wasn't all bad, though? "That is what happened, Olive. I am not a liar." She told her pressing the woman's hand with her own as if to assure her of her presence here in the wilderness, and that she wasn't dreaming.

She was admiring the gunshot wound, Mora leaned in close and inspected it herself. "It's healing nicely. If you feed, it'll heal quicker. I assure you." She smiled then withdrawing from the woman and continuing to watch the woman with those warm, moss orbs of hers.

Olive: She blinked up at her words, giving a soft shake of her head. "I didnt... mean..." God I can be a ***** sometimes. She thought, shaking her head more firmly now, stopping to give a soft sigh as she dropped her hand and swallowed again. The taste of blood was still on her lips, and she struggled with how good she thought it tasted, idly wondering if thats what the woman meant by 'feeding.' What else could she mean? Vampires drink blood. I know. She shook her head, swallowing more harshly as her gulp became audible and her dark chocolate hues stared into those warm green ones. "Thank you..." She just didnt know what else to say at the moment. Even if she was a vampire now, what could she do about it? Nothing, but accept it. She didnt have a choice, and in that, she was glad. And that showed as a smile spread across her lips and her new fangs tipped into her lower lip. Alrighty then. Vampire it is. "Thank you...?" She said more forcefully, though the word 'you' ended in a question as she found she couldnt remember catching her name or not.

Mora: Mora waved away at the woman's concern's. "I know you didn't." She said to her with a smile. Her canine's showing through her peach lips, she hadn't fed properly tonight she could of course lure two humans to them if she really wanted to, it saved them time hunting but, hunting experience was needed to to survive as a vampire, she toyed with the idea mulling it over like it was a sour sweet in her mouth. "Mora." She said, catching the pause at the end of her thank you, she new she hadn't given her name. "Mora Daradasi, matriarch of the Daradasi lineage." She didn't say Noble, no no no. Mora refused to acknowledge her Noble blood.

"Are you hungry?" She asked her with a simple smile to match her question. If she was that was alright, she would show her how to feed and how to survive as a vampire. It was simple enough with the correct tutor to help.

Olive: She found herself nodding involuntarily. At the thought, her stomach churned, growling loudly at her as she realized exactly how hungry she was. She hadnt even been able to eat her candy bar like she had wanted, and that irked her a little - the fact that for once she had made the decision to do something and not gotten the chance to follow through on it. She smiled right back, raising both brows at the woman. "Thats quite an introduction of yourself... matriarch and all." She laughed lightly and looked around, moving to try to stand up though she couldnt without pulling the other woman up with her - so she did. She proceeded to dust Mora off, then herself, drawing in a deep breath. And realizing she didnt need to any longer. Woah. Cool. Hands slicked through her hair as she shoved her hands instinctively in her jackets pockets. "So whats the first thing I guess I should know about all this?" Clearly she caught on very fast, and had no problems accepting things as they were, as if she was destined to become what she was now.

Mora: She heard the growls, it was like a monster churning in her childe's belly. Mora found herself smiling, amused at the strange noises. She mentioned that Mora, had made quite the introduction and she shrugged her shoulders. "Habit when introducing myself, sorry." She laughed a little, the pit of her belly fluttered. Then, Olive lifted herself off the ground and pulled the blonde vampire with her she wasn't used to hands being so close to her since Dwayne, as she brushed any dirt of twigs that were caught in her hair, or attire. Mora stepped away from Olive, giving the woman her space to look at everything with new eyes. (ironic, when being a vampire)

"The first thing?" She asked before rubbing at her chin, there was so much to teach her but she had eternity to tell her these things. "The Masquerade. Do not be seen by humans when you feed, or use powers. Oh yes, as vampires we have powers -- forgot to mention that part." She brushed her fingers through her hair, thinking. "The Masquerade is pretty important, it keeps us safe and off the bounty list. So rule #1 don't get caught, do not tell humans about us unless you intend to turn them."

Olive: Looking around, Olive stared at everything with big wide eyes. It all looked the same, but at the same time, everything looked... clearer. She even found that her mind had gained a sort of edge, her thoughts not being so slow to come to the surface. I might like this. She admitted to herself, grinning. She stared at Mora with inquisitive eyes, pushing her hands into the pockets they were in to pull the jacket over her shoulders more taunt. Powers? This is so cool. She couldnt help but look excited in that instant, the excitement showing in her eyes as she smiled more warmly at Mora. So this was the woman who was going to teach her everything she needed to know about being a vampire. She looked her up and down more closely, gently admiring her with her brown hues that came back up to others green ones and settled. "Keep the secret. Got it." She nodded, then suddenly took off running, heading back towards the dimly lit streets of Harper Rock. She didnt know why, but she just felt the need to expend some energy all of a sudden, as if she had been sleeping for day upon days, even years on years. She didnt even look back to see if Mora was following or keeping up. If she's going to be teaching me, I need to see what she is capable of.

Mora: Hands brushed through the golden hair. "Yes, keep it a secret." She said, with a smile. She watched the woman admire her, unsure what she was looking at. Mora rubbing at her flushed cheeks and wondered what kind of vampire, Olive would be. Would she follow rules, or would she be a rule breaker. Mora wouldn't mind what path she took, each person was different in this time each person had different ways of handling things, or thoughts.

Olive ran then, away from her. Mora felt a pang of sadness, did she not accept this new gift did she not want it? Was she running for Mora and before she could do anything else she began to run after Olive, she didn't call her name simply ran from her. Pushing her voice into the woman's head using her mind speak ability. "Where are you going?" She asked, not running out breath, not sweating. Nothing, she simply followed the fledgling.

Olive: Olive stopped dead in her tracks at the womans voice in her head. No way. She slowly turned around, so slowly it seemed like a scene out of a horror movie as if the bad guy was standing right behind her. "No way." She voiced her thought out loud at Mora as the woman easily caught up. She brought a hand up out of her pocket, pointing to her gently. "Was that you? In my head?" She couldnt help but laugh, the question already making her sound crazy as is - as if being turned into a vampire wasnt crazy enough. "It was, wasnt it? A power?" She finally put two and two together, nodding slowly and softly as she grinned at Mora. "Do it again." Her chocolate hues danced over Mora as she stepped closer to her, staring at the womans lips as if she wanted to kiss her - though she was only trying to discern if the woman was speaking the words aloud or not.

Mora: Olive stopped, and Mora found herself stopping as well. She grinned, the dimples showing on the pristine white skin. Oh yes, she had powers. She had many powers. They were all telepathic based, of course she could track as well but.. she didn't want to reach out to other paths. "Speak again into you mind?" She asked before concentrating and pushing words into her mind, her lips no longer moving as she did so. "Like this?" She laughed, her laugh like a wind chime. Full of amusement. "Yes, it was a power. I am a telepath, I have the ability to do... telepathic things. Do you know what you are yet?" She inquired, each vampire had a path. She was curious as to what Olive was.

Olive: She gave off the lightest of giggles at the woman's words in her mind. Holy grab! She thought shaking her head almost in disbelief, but moreso as a way to stay calm and not give off another embarrassing giggle. What I am? She furrowed her brows, tipping her head to the side slightly as she thought for a moment. Path. Im a path. A vampire path. A shadow. The thoughts came to her as if she had thought them herself, and even though clearly she had, she herself had no idea what that mean. "A shadow path? Im a shadow?" She blinked her chocolates at Mora, shrugging as she put her hand back in her pocket and rocked back on her heels, resisting the urge to take off again.

Mora: Shadow. Well, Mora whistled. Mora only had the pleasure of siring one shadow, but she did have the pleasure of once upon a time experiencing shadow abilities. She knew what her childe could do, so it made sense that she could guide her further. "Well, you're a shadow. Nifty." She giggled, and shoved her hands into her jean pockets, thinking. "You have the ability to hide yourself, manipulate the shadows around, and break into people's homes if you truly wanted to." She laughed. "You will need to learn these powers as you go along of course. But, you'll get there. Also, tell me how you feel. How is your throat, do you feel weak at all?" She was worried she hadn't fed yet and she really needed to to keep her strength up.

Olive: How did I feel? She tipped her head again, smiling softly at the whistle and the woman's soft words. So welcoming, so warm. She liked this woman, and even as she thought about it felt an odd connection to her. Like she wanted to be there for her. Not necessarily sexually; more like a strong bond that could never be broken, and that struck her as oddly comforting. Olive had never really had anyone to be there for, let alone to have there for her. Well this is new. She sucked in a breath, her stomach flipping suddenly as she remembered the questions posed to her. At just the thought of her throat, fire erupted like a volcano from the very depths of her flipping stomach. Holy grab... She instinctual raised a hand to her throat, grabbing at it as she struggled to swallow dryly. What was this... this thirst?! She blinked wide eyes at Mora as if to silently ask for help, pushing out coarse words past dry vocal chords. "Im so thirsty!" She clenched her jaw, and almost as quickly as she had felt that sudden surge of energy she felt a wave of exhaustion roll over her. No, not exhaustion... weakness.

Mora: They wern't too far from the streets of bustling human bodies, she'd just grab one, maybe two and have her feed. Yes, that was a plan, and it was a good one too. She wrapped an arm around the woman's shoulder and began to lead her towards the city. "It's alright. That thirst is a thirst for blood. As most stories go, vampires need blood to survive. You of course don't have to live off human blood if you don't want to, there are alternatives. Animal blood, and contraband blood packs. But, I suggest you try human blood first." She shrugged, as they came out of the wilderness and into Honeymead, not to far from her library. "We'll fix it, I promise Olive." She moved into a neighboring alleyway and lured a red headed human in with her. (It was another nifty power) She had. Mora moved her hair from the woman's neck revealing the pink flesh, she beckoned Olive to come closer, making sure the human was transfixed on her. "Make sure you bite into the vein. Do not kill her, just take what you need and withdraw." She smiled, having faith Olive would not take this woman's life.

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

Olive: She blinked, being led into the city, her feet moving her on autopilot as she felt weaker by the moment. It was as if the thirst had finally set it, the small amount of blood she had in her just barely enough to sustain her as is. Human blood. That sounded so cruel, and so delicious all in one. She couldnt help the soft growl that vibrated in her throat at the thought, smiling softly, almost cruelly. She blinked though, at the promise the woman had made her. A large promise to make, something so broad, though she knew she meant the thirst. Or did she? She nodded as she turned into an alleyway, Mora standing next to a human she had seemingly transfixed. Thats a neat trick. She thought, her admiration for Mora growing as she stepped up to the woman that had her neck drawn open to her. Instinctively she flicked her tongue out over her lower lip, moistening it quickly as she reached a hand up to place it on the humans shoulder. Tipping her head back ever so slightly she bared her new found fangs, chocolate hues fixated on the vibrant thumping vein that was the humans lifesource, and with one fell swoop sank them into the humans throat. She found a natural instinct that swelled up in her, taking over as she moaned at the quenching of thirst. The warm blood soothed her throat as it coated it, and she drank what she needed from the woman slowly.

Mora: Mora continued to beckon Olive to the human girl, her loud beating heart filled her eardrums and it's hypnotic sound almost sent Mora herself into a frenzy, she also wanted blood, but she could wait. She had been a vampire for over a year, she had self control. She waited then, she waited long enough for the woman to chew on her lip. Then, Olive moved forward in one graceful movement her fangs slipping under the woman's skin, the scent of blood filled the air, and she knew the woman hit the vain, and the human woman didn't flinch or move.

"That's it." She said with a smile, lifting her hands so they rested against the woman's back she rubbed it softly, coaxing her to drink more. "Feel her heart slow, but do not let it stop. Take your fill and withdraw, fircracker." She urged.

Olive: At the touch to her back and the soft words spoken to her, she slid her eyes closed and did as instructed, letting Mora guide her through her first feeding. It was a welcomed guide, one that instructed Olive not to kill the human but to take what she wanted. She growled against the womans throat then fell silent, listening to the heart beat as it started to slow finally. She tightened her grasp on the humans shoulder, struggling to follow through with the simple instruction, it being her first feeding and all. She wanted it all, wanted to take everything from this woman; but as her heart beat slowed to an almost unsteady pace, Olive drew a sharp breath through her nose and pulled back after swiping her tongue over the wound instinctively. She let go of the human woman and staggered back, shaking her head lightly as a hand came up to wipe at blood stained lips.

Mora: Moss orbs averted from the feeding, and out onto the street looking to see if anyone was watching, she didn't want Olive to be caught feeding, it was meant to be a private affair between the 'blood host' and the feeder. She heard the heart slow in her ears, and those forest green eyes looked back at the duo in a tight embrace, then she withdrew from the woman's neck. Mora came closer and brought the woman to her attention. "You will not remember any of this, you are just fine, but just to be sure head to the hospital."

She moved closer and helped the woman out of the alleyway, before turning to Olive who was licking at her lips like she had just enjoyed her very first meal. (ever) "How do you feel now?" She asked her with a smile.

Olive: The second her hand dropped from her lips, a bright white grin crossed her lips. That was better than sex. She found herself thinking, laughing at her thought as she nodded lightly to Mora. "I feel amazing. Full, like I've just eaten a five course meal!" Exclaiming, she narrowed her hues on Mora ever so slightly, one eyebrow raised in a curious fashion, smirking softly she stepped up to Mora, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind the womans ear for her gently before dropping her hands back into her jacket pockets. "What did you call me? At the end there?"

Mora: Mora found herself laughing and allowed Olive to tuck the loose strands of her hair, behind her ears. The woman had regained some pink flourish in her cheeks, the sign that she had just fed and she nodded her head. "Firecracker." She laughed oh yes she nicknamed all her childer, aside from Dwayne she usually just called him husband, but he was not here, he was in the realms away from her, leaving her bed very cold at night. "I'm glad you feel amazing. You must fed everynight to keep your strength up, the less human blood, or any kind of blood in your system the weaker you become, so make sure you keep your strength up." She tapped the woman's nose playfully.

Olive: Olive's nose scrunched at the tap, though her smile didnt faulter. Firecracker... I could get used to that. "I like that, firecracker. It suits." She chuckled softly and nodded in understanding. She looked up to the night sky then, drawing in a deep breath that seemingly calmed her more than she already was - if that was possible. "Everything is about to change... I think not just for me -" Her warm chocolate hues dashing back down to stare at Mora in her welcoming green ones, "But for you too." She shrugged, pulling her hands out of her pockets to hug Mora suddenly. Pulling the woman close, she tightened her hold on her for a moment of embrace, nuzzling her face ever so gently against the front of the womans shoulder as she felt her fiery mohawk brush under Mora's chin before pulling back and slipping her hands from around her to her back pockets. Blinking then, she looked down as she pulled the Carmello from her back pocket and stared blankly at it. All of this... because I chose to buy you... Was all she could think in that moment.

Mora: Mora nodded her head, happy that she approved of the nickname, it made sense considering she had adapted so well to this new.. well, her and she had fire for hair. The woman could not be ignored, it was like she -wanted- to be seen but as she thought, random fleeting things the woman wrapped her arms around and she froze for that small moment. She wasn't scared, she wasn't angry it was just surprising considering she hadn't felt anothers touch, or hug since she came back from the realms. But, she also hadn't spoken to anyone since tonight either. "Yes, it will be a change. I have lost a lot of.. family as of late." She confided in the fledgling, shrugging her shoulders. "So, you're going to get spoiled." She said that in a matter of fact, kind of tone.

Olive: She heard the woman speaking, though her eyes stayed glued to the shiny wrapped candy bar. Shaking her head and blinking finally, she replaced the candy bar to her back pocket and kept her hand there as she simply looked up and blinked rapidly again, thoughts dashing to the back of her mind. She tried to register what Mora had said, and finally did as she tipped her head to the side. "Lost a lot of family eh? Well you just gained me, and thats all that matters." She gave off a soft chuckled and nodded. "And being spoiled? I can deal with that. This is going to be so much fun!" She clearly was excited as she bounced from her heels to her toes, then back to her heels.

Mora: "Lost a lot of family, to the realms." She was being honest, she had to tell her new childe, that she was the only one around these parts. "Some, couldn't cope - - or went on an adventure." She referred on that last statement to her necromancer; Josslin. Pangs of sadness came over her in waves. "Yes, you'll be spoiled." She giggled and nodded her head cheerfully.

"I want to make sure you get a good footing in this life." She felt a connection to this woman, it was warm to the touch like a silver cord wrapping around their hands and linking them together, it was the familiar feeling of kinship. Something she hadn't felt in a very long time. She smiled warmly, relishing like it was a warm summers breeze, whipping through her hair.

Olive: Looking down at her feet, she raised both brows, bringing that look up to meet Mora's green hues. "Looks like my footing is pretty firm, right here with you." She grinned, reaching from her back pocket to place her hand on Mora's shoulder, "Like I said, I think things are changing, and not just for me." She nodded, lightly pushing into Mora's shoulder and then letting her hand slip off it to slick it through her hair - that signature fiery orange mohawk springing back up to life as she dropped her hand back to her pocket. Clearly Olive had no problems with personal space, completely disregarding 'bubbles' all the time, and randomly hugging where she thought appropriate - though she was most certainly not above receiving said interactions either. She looked back out the alley, obviously looking for more. More info, more excitement, more to dive into in this new life of hers. Buying that candy bar was the best decision I ever made.

Mora: If she could blush, she would have. The woman didn't know what to say at her words. They were filled with such warmth, and affection that she could have just keeled over and gushed for god knows how long but she held it together, kept her face blank apart from a warm smile. "I like the sound of that." The words were so quiet, yet so sincere. She didn't know what to say she had never sired anyone that was so hands on, so gracious and humble towards this gift that was given. Mora knew in that instant that Olive was going to be her pride and joy, she just knewit. It was there in the pit of her belly, and she welcomed the feeling.

The touch on her shoulder was another thing that was strange to her, but she never shied away. If anything, she welcomed the alienated touch. It was almost... soothing. "What would you like to do, or know?" She asked but before she recieved an answer she felt the need to say the golden rule. "We cannot go out during the daylight. It burns us. So, just be weary." She said.

Olive: Nodding, she simply grinned a gleaming white smile at the woman. There she is. I knew she was in there. No one can be so stuck up to not react to me. Her little firecracker. She likes me already, I'm sure of it. Then she shrugged, shaking her head. I've no idea where to start. Or what to do. Though I was going home to take a shower... Blinking those chocolate hues, she looked for a street sign. "I was going home to take a shower... do you have a place nearby?" Her words werent spoken at Mora until the end of the sentence, turning to stare at her as she waited for a response. She had made the decision to take said shower long before the night had begun, her own little personal adventure that she was bound and determined to take along for the ride.

And heaven help her if she wouldnt get that shower... she would probably start to go crazy, not being able to put priorities in order or move on to make another decision that could possibly change her life in the long run. Like the candy bar.

Mora: 'Do you have a place nearby?' She asked Mora, and she nodded. It wasn't to far, actually she had several places. She was shocked herself how many apartments, and buldings she owned. "Take your pick, I own an apartment in Wickbridge, I own an apartment in West Towers, and I own Honeymead Library which has an apartment above the actual library. Take your pick, firecracker." She smiled and nodded, "You can shower at my place. I have fresh towels, and an extra bed." when Olive mentioned 'going home' she didn't know if she meant, to an actual home or to a hotel. She never knew with humans, well ex humans now. She pointed north and started walking.

"It's only ten minutes, can your legs make it that far?" She asked her firecracker, as she moved ahead of her taking charge and leading her in the general direction of the apartment.

Olive: She nearly jaw dropped at how many places the woman said she had. And wait. A library? I've hit the jackpot. Her eyes lit up as she chuckled and shook her head. Take my pick. I dont take picks. I have a hard enough time deciding what to wear every morning. Close my eyes and pick. Hey, thats not a bad idea. "You got a map? I'll close my eyes and point, and the closest to it works for me." She raised both eyebrows again, tipping her head to the side as she shrugged. "Im not good at making decisions. Well, I am... I just dont like to. So its really up to you." She pulled her hands out of her pockets, lightly reaching to slip her hand into Mora's, squeezing it tight as she stepped into her side and followed along, strolling comfortably as she swung their hands lightly while they walked. "After the night I had, whats another ten minutes?" She giggled softly, looking over at Mora. She really was a gorgeous woman, and Olive really could only think one thing as they walked. Im so lucky right now. Her smile warmed her eyes.

Mora: Mora led the woman through Coastside, and went east heading towards Beta Towers. It was the closest place and she had said 'you pick' which really was the green light to lead her off into the great unknown what Mora didn't expect was the hand holding, how quick she was to adore this firecracker. How quick her unbeating heart melted at the sight of her. She welcomed the touch and in response squeezed the woman's hand, letting her know that it was alright for this kind of touch to happen. The giggles were like chimes of happiness.

It really couldn't get any better for the woman, she just relished and led her along inside the building and through to the elevator. She clicked '3' on the pad, and it churned to life her gaze avoided the lightbulbs, they always made her skin so itchy after going in and out of these metal contraptions - - as the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open with a rather loud 'bang' she led Olive out, and immediatly took a left, and they were at the door. She pushed her key into the door and it clicked open.

She led the woman (yet again) inside and flicked on the light, revealing an array of things, books were messy on the ground around her fireplace. A miniture garden nestled in the cornergarden. (this was where she grew all her ritual ingrediants.) she led the woman further in and away from the mess to enter a rather spacious bedroom, there she moved into the bathroom and played around with the taps, and turned on the shower next she went to her airing cupboard and pulled out two white towels and placed them on the toilet seat lid.

"Everything you need is in there, use whatever you like. All the shower stuff - - is all natural things shouldn't bother you skin. When your done feel free to come back out, I'll have a glass of blood waiting for you, if you wanted. Let me cleam up a bit, I'm not used to guests." She said with a nervous laugh before heading out of the bathroom and began to pick up the books scattered around the apartment, and placing them in their respective places in the shelf (a rather large bookshelf.) Mora was what you'd call a bookworm.

Olive: As she was led along, she looked up to the night sky and admired the stars. Clearly she just didnt care where they were going, and she even placed full trust in Mora to not allow her to run into anything as they walked along. She was just grateful it hadnt been one of those nights where she got shot and died for real. The soft squeeze to her hand let her know she was alright, and she returned one, letting her head tip back down as she was pulled lightly along the streets. She chuckled very lightly at Mora's infectious giggle, her own chuckle growing a little louder as she leaned against Mora while they walked. Finally the building came into view, the street lights seemingly glowing a bit brighter around it than the other surrounding areas, and she took in the sights with inquisitive chocolate hues. I need to make sure I remember this place. She thought idly, her brown hues dancing around wildly to drink in all he sights.

Once inside and in the elevator, Olive stared at Mora with those inquisitive eyes. I wonder what her story is. Where she is from. How old she is. How long she's been here. How she was turned. The questions about the new woman in her life flowed around her mind, simple questions that friends should know things about each other as vamps, right? She chuckled again, dropping her own gaze, drawing a deep breath as she was led off the elevator and finally into the apartment. Brown hues got wide as she looked around, giving off a soft warm smile at the scattered books and garden that was growing several things, though a few of them she had never seen before. She pointed her free hand to the scattered books on the ground. "I do that too." Her words trailed behind her as she was pulled into the bedroom, stopping to allow Mora's hand to slip from hers as she made her way to the bathroom and prepared it for her to shower. Olive followed, leaning against the doorframe lightly as she simply smiled at her; enjoying how the woman took charge and made sure everything was done just right for her. It was so kind, and Olive couldnt remember the last time someone had treated her like that; in which because of Mora's actions, Olive grew to admire her even more. She turned her body as she nodded, giving Mora the space to walk past her and through the room probably to go start with the mess of books on the floor. "Thank you Mora." She said lightly after the woman, nodding at nothing but herself as she shut the bathroom door and started to undress in order to slip into the shower and clean up.

Mora: Mora fluttered about her apartment picking things up off the ground. Books went into their correct places. Cups went into the sink, and she washed them with a rather large yellow sponge. (she had a cleanliness problem.) but she carried, she cleaned down the whole apartment in record time actually she didn't want Olive to think her a pig, or that she lived in a **** hole. No No, she just.. this was her personal space. No one came here, the only people who came here were her and Dwayne, and Dwayne wasn't here. So it was just her. After ten minutes past she had managed to wash all the dishes, put the books away clean down the white IKEA coffee table of any cup stains, and changed the bed sheets.

She couldn't even remember the last time she changed them, Mora had a bit of a problem. As soon as the sun came up she could not fight the wave of tireness that came over her, it usually sent her to sleep right away. It was her curse so she gave up fighting it and just let it happen, where she crashed was usually on top of the bed sheets curled up in one of Dwayne's hoodies. (which still smelt of him.) it was comforting to the blonde vampire, an all in all the conclusion was. Mora was lonely.

She moved to the small kitchen area, proceded to take a small contraband blood pack from the fridge and emptied the contents into a lime green mug. (she liked the color green.) she pushed it into the microwave, and let it go for a minute to warm it she grabbed the hot mug and set it down on the bed side table for Olive, making sure she was still at full strength and sat at the edge of her bed, burying her face into her hands. "Oh I hope she survives." She muttered.

Olive: Stripping her dirty, bloodstained clothes off and tossing them to the floor, Olive slipped into the shower and nearly yelped out at the warmth. She herself never took hot or even warm showers - she liked the cold, crisp frigid feeling of the icy water rolling over her skin while she was human, and now she was a vampire with just as cold skin... she instantly flipped the hot water off and moaned in relief as she relaxed into the stream of cold water. Shutting her eyes, she slid into the memories of last night, standing there as if she were standing point blank in front of the gun that had gone off and just about killed her. Growling, she idly wondered if the male had survived, and if he did, she couldnt help but think that that would have been nothing short of a miracle. She sighed, tilting her head back, allowing the frigid cold water to blanket her fiery orange hair, soaking it down over her face as the length of it showed by her earlobes. She reached up, slicking hands through her hair, pushing it back off her face as she reached for some soap and started cleaning up. Running the soap over her chest, she winced. The bullet wound had still not entirely healed, and the soap in the wound made it sting like the dickens. She growled lowly, an inhuman noise at the pain, shaking her head as if she could shake the pain from her mind... to no avail. She turned around to rinse the soap off, the soap an odd dark color now from the mix of dried human blood and dark black blood that she rinsed away. Odd symbolism in this... washing away my old reminants of my past life, to start a new one...

She chuckled then, shaking her head at the thought, rolling her shoulders out as she finished up in the shower after about ten minutes. Turning the water off, she slipped from the tub and grabbed the towel up, starting with the towel over her head as she scrubbed at it furiously to try to dry it. She slicked it back with one hand, the other drying her petit frame off as she slid the towel over her wound carefully, though she got the wound pretty clean as she wrapped the towel around her body and didnt even bother with the mirror. She was who she was, and in being that person, she simply opened the door and walked out to find Mora sitting on the bed with her face in her hands. Frowning, she walked over to her in her towel and sat next to her, crossing her leg over the other at the knee and leaning into her. "What are you fretting about Mora?" She asked casually, leaning forwards and moving her free hand (her other held the towel in place, sort of) to gently pull on a couple of Mora's fingers, prying her hand from her face to make eye contact with the woman.

Mora: Mora took the time to comb her hair, she had no reflection in the mirror so she did it carefully and slowly her fingers pushing through the hair afterwards, almost checking. She placed the comb back into it's resting place in her top drawer in her bed side table before continuing to bury her face into hands, as if it had it's own comfy little pillow tucked right into the palm, she heard the shower stop and the bustling movement that was Olive, and then she heard the click of the door and Olive's cheery voice. She didn't lift her head in time to greet the woman, and ask how her shower was. The woman was already sat next to her, comforting her.

Her small fingers tugged at her idle hands prying them from her face as she looked the woman over, to admire her attire. She raised an eyebrow and giggled. It seemed she forgot to provide the woman with some clothes. It was no big deal on her end, she had plenty of clothes she could share. Though, she was taller than her childe so the clothes may be baggy on the red head.

"Me, fretting?" She blew off the question with a wave of her hand and smiled. Patting the woman's warm knee with her cold hand and smiled. "Nothing to worry about, firecracker. I believe I have some clothes you can borrow. I'm a star trek fan, so you can borrow that top and I have sheep pj' bottoms. I have no shame." She laughed as she rummaged through her drawers, lifting garment after garmet to find the exact ones she was looking for before shouting "viola!" at the correct choice. She threw them towards Olive and placed a hand on her hip.

"You'd find they may be a little baggy. I'm not the smallest girl." She pointed to her breats. (yes she had them) and then pointed to her hips. "Child bearing hips." Though she'd never have children of her own, but childer for her filled that gap. "I hope that's okay" She said, as she came to sit on the edge of the bed again. Green hues watched her childe curiously.

Olive: Olive stared at her as Mora giggled. Raising a very slight brow she tipped her head to the side and stared. Has she never seen skin before? She idly thought, still giving the woman a soft stare, until fingers touched her knee. Brown hues dropped to her knee out of reflex, and she blinked. Wow, I never realized how cold she was. Am I that cold too? Is it because I'm dead? She smiled at the mention of 'firecracker' again, oh yes, she most certainly would be getting used to that. The nickname truly fit, Olive herself was never one to back down from a decision, no matter how much trouble the choice had gotten her into. Though that wasnt very often considering she hardly ever made choices for herself.

It wasnt that she couldnt, but rather more just that she didnt feel like it. Some thought her lazy in this sense, though she knew she was from it, she could understand why others thought that of her. Raising both brows she blinked at Mora. Star trek? Is she serious? She gave a slight laugh off her lips, nodding at the womans admittance of no shame. She knew then, in that moment, the two of the them would be nothing short of best friends. Especially if Mora was going to keep making Olives decisions for her, or at least helping her in that sense. She watched Mora dig through the drawers with that signature soft smile, it playing at the corners of her lips as she trailed her brown eyes to the other room.

From what she could see Mora had cleaned up while she was in the shower, no more books strewn across the floor and the table had been cleaned off. When Mora shouted her eyes snapped back to the tall woman, and she grinned. She didnt have to clean up. I could care less. Clearly her and I are going to have to get to know each other better. She got hit in the face with the shirt, the pants landing on the floor at her feet, the air in the room separating the two as they flew at her. Pulling the shirt down to hold it out in front of her as best she could with one hand she stared at the picture of the starship enterprise on the front of it. Ha! She really wasnt kidding. She laughed lightly, shaking her head as she stared over Mora's form, grinning.

"I think you're beautiful." She bent to pick up the pants, standing as Mora sat on the bed. "The clothes will do just fine." Smiling at Mora and setting the shirt aside, she slid her towel off and started pulling on the pants. She didnt care if Mora was watching her or not, and if Mora was, well... more power to her. Olive could care less who was watching her, not being self conscious in the least bit. She tied the string on the pants to make sure they wouldnt simply fall off her petit frame, reaching for the shirt she frowned as she looked down at the bullet wound.

Black blood had seeped out around it, as if regular blood would to try to scab over a wound, only when she poked at the wound some black blood flaked off and suspended in mid air. She blinked, staring at the blood as it slowly dissipated and finally disappeared all together. Woah. Bunching the shirt up at its hem, she glanced over at Mora before pulling the shirt on over her head and sitting on the bed again next to her. She bent to start rolling her right pant leg up to mid-calve. "You know you didnt have to clean up like you did. Its not like I judge people by how clean they keep their house."

"Ive got enough to judge right here first." She had finished with the right pant leg just in time to finish her statement as she reached up and pointed to her own temple with a pointer-finger, smiling softly at Mora before slicking that hand through her already half dried hair and falling back on the bed. She wasnt tired, she was more just trying to get Mora to relax, her herself being a natural night owl and living her life during the hours of the night. They both had had such a long night, she sighed and brought her left knee up to her chest, reaching down to start rolling the left leg to match the right.

Mora: Mora had finished chucking clothes at Olive, her forest green eyes watched the firecracker with a warm smile. Her childe's body still wrapped up in that towel of hers. She didn't mind. She pointed to the bathroom. "You could chang-" No, there was no need the towel was already dropped and in a clump at Olive's feet, there was no shame with this one - - and it made her admire the woman more, the way she was so care free at the fact that Mora was standing here looking at her childe's naked form. She felt like she was cheating on Dwayne.

She put on the bottoms first, and then shoved on that Star Trek shirt, she was so fond on - - and honestly the clothes looked better on Olive, than they had ever looked on Mora. She wasn't insulted Mora in the slightest, if anything she had just found her new doll (when it came to clothes, and that wasn't a bad thing......much) "Aww." The soft coo'ing sound came from her lips at being called beautiful. If she could blush she would have, but there was not enough blood circulating through her body just yet to represent the said blush. "Thank you."

Would it be weird, if she said she had a nice frame. Would that make the air around the two vampires extremely awkwards? "You're stunning too." She said, bititng the bullet for this one. Well, you can't get a compliment without giving one back, it was rude.

So Mora continued to admire the woman bustling around, climbing into her clothes before she flopped back onto the bed with a rather loud thump she heard the springs stretch and go back to their normal shapes. She laughed and smiled at Olive, smiling it came so natural around her little firecracker. "It's alright, it needed to be cleaned. You can stay here for the night if you like. I won't be going anywhere." What she wanted to say was; 'You can stay here, with me forever if you want.'