Reanimation (Shan)
Posted: 04 Jan 2014, 08:20
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
December 31st, 2013
Madison: New Year's Eve. The day was just another day to the telepath. She hadn't celebrated the New Year since Mike had been alive. This was her third New Year without him. Granted, Madison had had Blake with her last year but she'd barely talked to him more than a handful of times since. Instead Madison was at her Beta Tower apartment, lounging on the couch watching television. Pierre was who knows where and she wasn't too worried about it. He was probably off killing things in the quarantine zone or maybe he was off at the pubs, finding himself a pretty little thing to spend the turn of the year with. Not Madison though. She was at home, by herself. Well not completely by herself. There was the cat Blake had given her. The Cat was off in a window somewhere, his fat ginger *** probably staring down at the city with narrowed green eyes. He was such an evil little ********. And then there was Shan's body.
After killing the other vampire, Madison had brought the body home. She had felt wrong just leaving it there. So she had brought it home and cleaned the body up in her tub. That had been a little awkward. But she wasn't going to let the blood just stain the flesh and let it start stinking up the place after awhile. She dressed it in some of her own clothes just so it wasn't naked. Again, still awkward. But after asking around, Madison had found out that killers left their bodies behind and came back into them when they returned from the Shadow Realm. So Madison had rigged Shan's body up inside of a shock cage trap and waited. Weeks had passed and the body lay immobile, inanimate. Madison was starting to wonder if Shan was ever going to come back. She also wasn't quite sure why she was keeping the body.
Shan: Floating. Shan was floating through the Shadowy Realm, right up to the point where there was almost a flash of light. Like a cop shines a flashlight into ones eyes, Shan felt blinded. She raised her hand instinctively to shield her eyes, not realizing that her spirit had found its way back into her body - as it should have. She blinked. Again. And again. Red hues focused on the vibrancy of her skin. Skin. Peachy, pale skin. She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it again as she lowered her hand. An apartment. Not the morgue, like all the other times she had been killed. What she was doing there, she had no clue.
No clue. She knew she was back. She knew she was here, in the real world. These clothes were real. Her skin was -- these clothes. They weren’t hers. She reached for her gun, but it wasn’t there. Nor her blade. What the hell? She blinked again. A cage. She narrowed bright red hues on the door to the cage, stepping forwards to touch it, only to have thousands of electricity shoot through her body for a good five seconds, until she had managed to release her grip on the cage and fall back to the floor. "Holy, Jesus ****!" She cried out, clutching her burned hand to her. It was more the initial shock, for lack of a better term, that got her... the pain was welcomed.
It meant she was alive, no longer dead. She was back. She blinked, shaking her head, trying to shake this. What was this. A dream? No, it was real. She was real. "The ****?" She asked out loud to an empty apartment room, or was it? She looked around, spotting a window with a cat in it, a cat who once their eyes locked freaked the hell out. Hissing and spitting, clawing at the air until Shan laughed. She laughed, at how funny all this was. Alive, but trapped, now what? She watched the cat bound over to its owner, as her eyes narrowed harshly. Madison.
Madison: Her head snapped towards the sound of electricity flowing and the exclamation from a now living...well somewhat living person within the cage. Again her head turned its attention as The Cat flipped the **** out. Hissing up a storm it jumped down from the window sill and came racing towards where Madison sat. She stared down at it and gave it a shrug as though to say, 'What do you expect me to do about it?' Rising from her spot on the couch, she used the remote to turn off the television and tossed it on the cushion. Her bare feet padded across the hardwood floor, towards the cage where Shan was kept. Madison stopped along the way and grabbed one of her lockboxes. She picked it up and brought it with her, setting it down a few feet from the door of the cage. Madison took a seat, her ankles crossing as she leaned forward, propping her elbows on her knees. Her cornflower blue eyes ran over Shan before looking directly at the woman's blood red ones, "I was starting to think you were never coming back. It's been over a month if you care."
Shan: Madison shrugged, and Shan glared. Hard. As hard as she could; had it been any harder she was sure her glare would have shot fireballs out of her eyes. Her eyes dashed to the woman’s lock box, then back to those polar opposites, those bright blue hues that almost looked like sheens of watery pools. Shan licked over her lips and reached up to slick her hair back behind her ears, realizing that the wound she had to her head was gone. Or maybe that was just in her mind? Shan checked for other wounds then, pulling at the collar of her shirt and realizing that those were gone too, as they usually were - though there was always that one that stayed, that lingered long enough till she had floated out of the realm.
Madison sat and spoke then, and Shans eyes snapped back up to the woman. Why am I here. Why does she have me here. She thought, then she blinked. A month. So it was a little over a month now that she had been gone. She idly wondered what had changed. How much exactly had changed in the city. It always seemed to change just as she was leaving. She stayed where she was, though her arms crossed over her chest. "Well here I am. Now as to why I'm here-" She splayed her hands out to signify Madison’s apartment, then crossed them again, "-I'd like to know why."
Madison: A hand moved back to brush a lock of blonde hair away from her face, revealing the scar that curved around her left eye. She had expected this question when and if Shan had ever returned to her body. Madison had asked it of herself a million times over but it honestly came down to the same question. "I want to know why too. That's why you're here. Because you were the only one with the balls to fight me. Who didn't hide up in that tree of yours. You spoke with your weapon and not pathetic half-witted insults. I'm sure your reasons for attacking me are because I came after you and your friends. But the reason I came after Tytonidae was because my friends were dying at your hands. People who weren't on the bounty list, who hadn't done anything wrong. And yet you and yours slaughtered them and I'd like to know why."
Shan: Shan growled a little under her breath. So this was a questioning. An interrogation. Shan scoffed. Madison would get nowhere with this. Shan contemplated how to word her next words. What would her sire do? Probably say nothing. But Shan's pride was too much for that. She couldn’t not. It didn’t help that Madison had feathered her ego, inflated it with her statements. "I stood up to you, yes. And look where it got me." She grumbled, inspecting the wound on her hand that had already started to heal. Minor. She chuckled wryly, clearly unimpressed. Unimpressed with the situation. Unimpressed with the outcome. She looked around the apartment, as if interested in it.
"It's simple really. Why wouldn’t a gang pick off those who opposed them?"
Madison: A smirk graced her lips. Madison didn't care if Shan was impressed or not with the situation. Why she was here. She wondered though if it would have made Shan feel better if Madison had intended to torture her. It had been a thought but she kind of figured it was a moot point. She knew she only had an hour since the cage had been triggered. An hour before the electricity would wane and Shan would be able to break free. Sure she could use a power or two and replace the parts needed to keep it going but the telepath didn't think it would do much, if anything. No, in the end, she only wanted this small chat and then she would teleport Shan to the wilderness by the Eyrie and let the woman go home to her tree-house.
"At least you're not a coward," Madison stated calmly, "Though I'm sure many of your ilk think the same of me. Can you blame me though? Two on twenty. Those odds aren't exactly in my favor and yet everyone but you always ran. Well there was Nemesis too, who ran and then challenged. Seems you guys only like to play on your own terms. But that's not really here nor there. The bounty is different now. Tytonidae hasn't hunted a bounty offender in weeks though the list is full of them. Yet the alert level is the lowest it's been in months."
Shan: Looking around, Shan let her red hues trail the rich red wood floors. Little specs of vibrant red jumped out at her, the mix of browns and reds almost too much for her to handle to stare at. So she didn’t, she let her eyes look lazily over everything that was the place she was in. It was secluded, a small area of the apartment that was probably meant originally by the builders to be used as the dining room - though seeing as how Madison wasn’t human and didn’t need the space for that, the woman had seemingly turned it into a viewing area with a black couch and large TV against the wall.
On the side table next to the couch was a lamp that wasn’t on, and Shan was mildly thankful for that. Because looking around there were multiple candles placed in several different areas, and those she definitely couldn’t look at. The bright flames bore the vibrant colors of orange yellow and white into her retinas and she almost verbally exposed her distaste for them but remained calm as her eyes drifted to the book case and cabinet behind her; her head cranked enough to see it clearly. She idly wondered what was in the cabinet as her eyes scanned over the books on the shelves and she listened to Madison.
New system, different. She blinked, then brought her hands up to rub at her eyes. How confusing. Why. Why not. She couldn’t help but ask herself. Though it was more of a general question... because in the end it didn’t really matter. She turned back to Madison and gave her a smooth calm look. No sense in getting riled up. "Two on twenty sounds like fun." She snickered, eyes narrowed, "Tell me more about the bounty system."
Madison: "Is that really what you call fun? Ganging up on an unsuspecting or sleeping vampire and slaughtering them with your friends? Where there's little to no risk to yourself? And that's supposed to be honorable?"
Madison shook her head and sighed. She couldn't deny the pleasure she had felt when she went after Tyonidae. How good it had felt to kill Shan when she had done so. But she had never taken pleasure in any of the cripplings. Perhaps the difference was the justification in doing so. And she had stopped when they had stopped hunting. Maybe she shouldn't have, but she had seen them from time to time. They had several opportunities to kill her and hadn't. She still wasn't sure why.
"The Crow doesn't seem to put bounties on our heads anymore. Now it's up to us to report them ourselves. And when we do, it puts them up on the list and it's us who funds the hits now. Only a few have died since this changed. Ones people already didn't like, like Ivy. But other than that, most people remain untouched. Doesn't seem to be a way to get off of it anymore though. Time perhaps. Hasn't been that long since it changed. The independent hit list has changed too. Now we can't put it on our own reasoning for killing someone. It's all based off the Old Code and a few pre-written reasons that aren't part of the Code."
Shan: Fun. Madison had asked Shan's idea of fun. In which she had completely misunderstood Shan's stance on the matter. Shan would take on fifty if it meant a good battle. She would take on challenger after challenger, time and time again if she had, to prove that she was the best. Sure, egomaniac in the works, but she also held high standards for herself. She shook her head. "No, it sounds like fun to have so many enemies." She turned to the side and crossed her arms back over her chest. Eyes still floating, as Madison’s stark blonde hair was too bright for Shan to look at. No, not bright. Vibrant. Too much color. She reached her hand up and scratched at her throat. Damn was she thirsty.
Clearing her throat lightly, she listened to the new systen. She ever so lightly shook her head at Madison. None of that made sense. Did the crow get sick of upkeep? Did Ty get sick of hunting bounty offenders? Of being the cities 'saviors' so to speak? But Madison had said that the city alert level was the lowest it had been in weeks. Shan was mildly confused. The other part of her just didn’t care. She kept glancing back to Madison, then over to the black couch. It was the only thing that was dark enough in the room not to spark vibrancy in her eyes. Damn she was thirsty. She growled under her breath and continued to scratch at her throat.
"Old code..." She made a mental note to ask her sire about that. "There is no way, are you sure?" She asked, raising a brow. Now that intrigued her.
Madison: "None that I can tell. Then again, I haven't gone out of my way to get caught doing something stupid to find out either. But not everyone who hits the list is getting funded. I'd say at least a third, maybe half even are just on there with no price on their heads. If there was a way to get off, I'm sure Velveteen would have been up Zenn's *** about it. He's on there for exposing vampire kind to humans and a total of twelve grand. The only way to get off so far seems to be death or crippling."
Madison cocked her head to the side as she watched Shan avert her gaze from her. The way she scratched at her throat. She idly wondered if she should offer Shan a blood bag, she knew how it was to come out of the Shadow Realm. At least Shan had come back in clothing, even if they were Madison's and not her own. The telepath didn't quite understand the killer before her. Maybe it truly was a trait of the path that Shan walked to be so much more inclined to violence. Why else would someone want so many enemies. Madison hated it. Regardless of whether or not Tytonidae had made a move against her yet, she never doubted that eventually it would come. It was possible they were just waiting for Shan.
Shan: No way to get off the list. Wow. Shan wrapped her thin fingers around her throat and held her hand there, as if her cold touch against her cold dead skin could help the bubbling thirst that drove her mad. Snapping her fangs, she then pushed the thought aside of grabbing a terrified human by the collar and sinking those long fangs into its throat only to drain them dry. Not leave an ounce of blood left in their veins. She shook her head again and closed her eyes, starting to pace in the cage, like a wild tiger. Feral, to the core. She then had a thought. Madison was still alive. Seemingly not hurt. And that urked her... rubbed her the wrong way.
"Tell me, have you been hunted by Ty?" She asked, tipping her head to the side and stepping as close as she could to Madison without getting shocked by the cage the other woman had put her in. She knew the answer would be yes. She knew it. Right? But there was a nag in the back of her mind, that she hadnt. That Ty was doing their own thing, for right now, seeing as how Madison had said that the bounty offenders had been left alone. Shan clutched to her throat a bit heavier.
Madison: "You know, I thought so for awhile there. But after seeing quite a few of them in a couple of raids, they don't seem to give a rats *** about me anymore since I stopped shooting at them."
She got up then. It made her feel bad the way that Shan clutched at her throat. Madison turned away from the cage and from Shan, moving towards the couch til she turned towards the kitchen, out of Shan's sight. Making her way to the fridge, she grabbed a couple of blood bags. She was even going to be nice and heat them up for her, while she let Shan stew with what she had told her. Grabbing a pot from the lower cabinet, Madison filled it with water and set it on the stove, turning it on to high. Throwing both blood bags into the water, she pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and checked it for texts. Nothing. But it was getting close to midnight. Looked like she wouldn't be spending it alone after all.
December 31st, 2013
Madison: New Year's Eve. The day was just another day to the telepath. She hadn't celebrated the New Year since Mike had been alive. This was her third New Year without him. Granted, Madison had had Blake with her last year but she'd barely talked to him more than a handful of times since. Instead Madison was at her Beta Tower apartment, lounging on the couch watching television. Pierre was who knows where and she wasn't too worried about it. He was probably off killing things in the quarantine zone or maybe he was off at the pubs, finding himself a pretty little thing to spend the turn of the year with. Not Madison though. She was at home, by herself. Well not completely by herself. There was the cat Blake had given her. The Cat was off in a window somewhere, his fat ginger *** probably staring down at the city with narrowed green eyes. He was such an evil little ********. And then there was Shan's body.
After killing the other vampire, Madison had brought the body home. She had felt wrong just leaving it there. So she had brought it home and cleaned the body up in her tub. That had been a little awkward. But she wasn't going to let the blood just stain the flesh and let it start stinking up the place after awhile. She dressed it in some of her own clothes just so it wasn't naked. Again, still awkward. But after asking around, Madison had found out that killers left their bodies behind and came back into them when they returned from the Shadow Realm. So Madison had rigged Shan's body up inside of a shock cage trap and waited. Weeks had passed and the body lay immobile, inanimate. Madison was starting to wonder if Shan was ever going to come back. She also wasn't quite sure why she was keeping the body.
Shan: Floating. Shan was floating through the Shadowy Realm, right up to the point where there was almost a flash of light. Like a cop shines a flashlight into ones eyes, Shan felt blinded. She raised her hand instinctively to shield her eyes, not realizing that her spirit had found its way back into her body - as it should have. She blinked. Again. And again. Red hues focused on the vibrancy of her skin. Skin. Peachy, pale skin. She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it again as she lowered her hand. An apartment. Not the morgue, like all the other times she had been killed. What she was doing there, she had no clue.
No clue. She knew she was back. She knew she was here, in the real world. These clothes were real. Her skin was -- these clothes. They weren’t hers. She reached for her gun, but it wasn’t there. Nor her blade. What the hell? She blinked again. A cage. She narrowed bright red hues on the door to the cage, stepping forwards to touch it, only to have thousands of electricity shoot through her body for a good five seconds, until she had managed to release her grip on the cage and fall back to the floor. "Holy, Jesus ****!" She cried out, clutching her burned hand to her. It was more the initial shock, for lack of a better term, that got her... the pain was welcomed.
It meant she was alive, no longer dead. She was back. She blinked, shaking her head, trying to shake this. What was this. A dream? No, it was real. She was real. "The ****?" She asked out loud to an empty apartment room, or was it? She looked around, spotting a window with a cat in it, a cat who once their eyes locked freaked the hell out. Hissing and spitting, clawing at the air until Shan laughed. She laughed, at how funny all this was. Alive, but trapped, now what? She watched the cat bound over to its owner, as her eyes narrowed harshly. Madison.
Madison: Her head snapped towards the sound of electricity flowing and the exclamation from a now living...well somewhat living person within the cage. Again her head turned its attention as The Cat flipped the **** out. Hissing up a storm it jumped down from the window sill and came racing towards where Madison sat. She stared down at it and gave it a shrug as though to say, 'What do you expect me to do about it?' Rising from her spot on the couch, she used the remote to turn off the television and tossed it on the cushion. Her bare feet padded across the hardwood floor, towards the cage where Shan was kept. Madison stopped along the way and grabbed one of her lockboxes. She picked it up and brought it with her, setting it down a few feet from the door of the cage. Madison took a seat, her ankles crossing as she leaned forward, propping her elbows on her knees. Her cornflower blue eyes ran over Shan before looking directly at the woman's blood red ones, "I was starting to think you were never coming back. It's been over a month if you care."
Shan: Madison shrugged, and Shan glared. Hard. As hard as she could; had it been any harder she was sure her glare would have shot fireballs out of her eyes. Her eyes dashed to the woman’s lock box, then back to those polar opposites, those bright blue hues that almost looked like sheens of watery pools. Shan licked over her lips and reached up to slick her hair back behind her ears, realizing that the wound she had to her head was gone. Or maybe that was just in her mind? Shan checked for other wounds then, pulling at the collar of her shirt and realizing that those were gone too, as they usually were - though there was always that one that stayed, that lingered long enough till she had floated out of the realm.
Madison sat and spoke then, and Shans eyes snapped back up to the woman. Why am I here. Why does she have me here. She thought, then she blinked. A month. So it was a little over a month now that she had been gone. She idly wondered what had changed. How much exactly had changed in the city. It always seemed to change just as she was leaving. She stayed where she was, though her arms crossed over her chest. "Well here I am. Now as to why I'm here-" She splayed her hands out to signify Madison’s apartment, then crossed them again, "-I'd like to know why."
Madison: A hand moved back to brush a lock of blonde hair away from her face, revealing the scar that curved around her left eye. She had expected this question when and if Shan had ever returned to her body. Madison had asked it of herself a million times over but it honestly came down to the same question. "I want to know why too. That's why you're here. Because you were the only one with the balls to fight me. Who didn't hide up in that tree of yours. You spoke with your weapon and not pathetic half-witted insults. I'm sure your reasons for attacking me are because I came after you and your friends. But the reason I came after Tytonidae was because my friends were dying at your hands. People who weren't on the bounty list, who hadn't done anything wrong. And yet you and yours slaughtered them and I'd like to know why."
Shan: Shan growled a little under her breath. So this was a questioning. An interrogation. Shan scoffed. Madison would get nowhere with this. Shan contemplated how to word her next words. What would her sire do? Probably say nothing. But Shan's pride was too much for that. She couldn’t not. It didn’t help that Madison had feathered her ego, inflated it with her statements. "I stood up to you, yes. And look where it got me." She grumbled, inspecting the wound on her hand that had already started to heal. Minor. She chuckled wryly, clearly unimpressed. Unimpressed with the situation. Unimpressed with the outcome. She looked around the apartment, as if interested in it.
"It's simple really. Why wouldn’t a gang pick off those who opposed them?"
Madison: A smirk graced her lips. Madison didn't care if Shan was impressed or not with the situation. Why she was here. She wondered though if it would have made Shan feel better if Madison had intended to torture her. It had been a thought but she kind of figured it was a moot point. She knew she only had an hour since the cage had been triggered. An hour before the electricity would wane and Shan would be able to break free. Sure she could use a power or two and replace the parts needed to keep it going but the telepath didn't think it would do much, if anything. No, in the end, she only wanted this small chat and then she would teleport Shan to the wilderness by the Eyrie and let the woman go home to her tree-house.
"At least you're not a coward," Madison stated calmly, "Though I'm sure many of your ilk think the same of me. Can you blame me though? Two on twenty. Those odds aren't exactly in my favor and yet everyone but you always ran. Well there was Nemesis too, who ran and then challenged. Seems you guys only like to play on your own terms. But that's not really here nor there. The bounty is different now. Tytonidae hasn't hunted a bounty offender in weeks though the list is full of them. Yet the alert level is the lowest it's been in months."
Shan: Looking around, Shan let her red hues trail the rich red wood floors. Little specs of vibrant red jumped out at her, the mix of browns and reds almost too much for her to handle to stare at. So she didn’t, she let her eyes look lazily over everything that was the place she was in. It was secluded, a small area of the apartment that was probably meant originally by the builders to be used as the dining room - though seeing as how Madison wasn’t human and didn’t need the space for that, the woman had seemingly turned it into a viewing area with a black couch and large TV against the wall.
On the side table next to the couch was a lamp that wasn’t on, and Shan was mildly thankful for that. Because looking around there were multiple candles placed in several different areas, and those she definitely couldn’t look at. The bright flames bore the vibrant colors of orange yellow and white into her retinas and she almost verbally exposed her distaste for them but remained calm as her eyes drifted to the book case and cabinet behind her; her head cranked enough to see it clearly. She idly wondered what was in the cabinet as her eyes scanned over the books on the shelves and she listened to Madison.
New system, different. She blinked, then brought her hands up to rub at her eyes. How confusing. Why. Why not. She couldn’t help but ask herself. Though it was more of a general question... because in the end it didn’t really matter. She turned back to Madison and gave her a smooth calm look. No sense in getting riled up. "Two on twenty sounds like fun." She snickered, eyes narrowed, "Tell me more about the bounty system."
Madison: "Is that really what you call fun? Ganging up on an unsuspecting or sleeping vampire and slaughtering them with your friends? Where there's little to no risk to yourself? And that's supposed to be honorable?"
Madison shook her head and sighed. She couldn't deny the pleasure she had felt when she went after Tyonidae. How good it had felt to kill Shan when she had done so. But she had never taken pleasure in any of the cripplings. Perhaps the difference was the justification in doing so. And she had stopped when they had stopped hunting. Maybe she shouldn't have, but she had seen them from time to time. They had several opportunities to kill her and hadn't. She still wasn't sure why.
"The Crow doesn't seem to put bounties on our heads anymore. Now it's up to us to report them ourselves. And when we do, it puts them up on the list and it's us who funds the hits now. Only a few have died since this changed. Ones people already didn't like, like Ivy. But other than that, most people remain untouched. Doesn't seem to be a way to get off of it anymore though. Time perhaps. Hasn't been that long since it changed. The independent hit list has changed too. Now we can't put it on our own reasoning for killing someone. It's all based off the Old Code and a few pre-written reasons that aren't part of the Code."
Shan: Fun. Madison had asked Shan's idea of fun. In which she had completely misunderstood Shan's stance on the matter. Shan would take on fifty if it meant a good battle. She would take on challenger after challenger, time and time again if she had, to prove that she was the best. Sure, egomaniac in the works, but she also held high standards for herself. She shook her head. "No, it sounds like fun to have so many enemies." She turned to the side and crossed her arms back over her chest. Eyes still floating, as Madison’s stark blonde hair was too bright for Shan to look at. No, not bright. Vibrant. Too much color. She reached her hand up and scratched at her throat. Damn was she thirsty.
Clearing her throat lightly, she listened to the new systen. She ever so lightly shook her head at Madison. None of that made sense. Did the crow get sick of upkeep? Did Ty get sick of hunting bounty offenders? Of being the cities 'saviors' so to speak? But Madison had said that the city alert level was the lowest it had been in weeks. Shan was mildly confused. The other part of her just didn’t care. She kept glancing back to Madison, then over to the black couch. It was the only thing that was dark enough in the room not to spark vibrancy in her eyes. Damn she was thirsty. She growled under her breath and continued to scratch at her throat.
"Old code..." She made a mental note to ask her sire about that. "There is no way, are you sure?" She asked, raising a brow. Now that intrigued her.
Madison: "None that I can tell. Then again, I haven't gone out of my way to get caught doing something stupid to find out either. But not everyone who hits the list is getting funded. I'd say at least a third, maybe half even are just on there with no price on their heads. If there was a way to get off, I'm sure Velveteen would have been up Zenn's *** about it. He's on there for exposing vampire kind to humans and a total of twelve grand. The only way to get off so far seems to be death or crippling."
Madison cocked her head to the side as she watched Shan avert her gaze from her. The way she scratched at her throat. She idly wondered if she should offer Shan a blood bag, she knew how it was to come out of the Shadow Realm. At least Shan had come back in clothing, even if they were Madison's and not her own. The telepath didn't quite understand the killer before her. Maybe it truly was a trait of the path that Shan walked to be so much more inclined to violence. Why else would someone want so many enemies. Madison hated it. Regardless of whether or not Tytonidae had made a move against her yet, she never doubted that eventually it would come. It was possible they were just waiting for Shan.
Shan: No way to get off the list. Wow. Shan wrapped her thin fingers around her throat and held her hand there, as if her cold touch against her cold dead skin could help the bubbling thirst that drove her mad. Snapping her fangs, she then pushed the thought aside of grabbing a terrified human by the collar and sinking those long fangs into its throat only to drain them dry. Not leave an ounce of blood left in their veins. She shook her head again and closed her eyes, starting to pace in the cage, like a wild tiger. Feral, to the core. She then had a thought. Madison was still alive. Seemingly not hurt. And that urked her... rubbed her the wrong way.
"Tell me, have you been hunted by Ty?" She asked, tipping her head to the side and stepping as close as she could to Madison without getting shocked by the cage the other woman had put her in. She knew the answer would be yes. She knew it. Right? But there was a nag in the back of her mind, that she hadnt. That Ty was doing their own thing, for right now, seeing as how Madison had said that the bounty offenders had been left alone. Shan clutched to her throat a bit heavier.
Madison: "You know, I thought so for awhile there. But after seeing quite a few of them in a couple of raids, they don't seem to give a rats *** about me anymore since I stopped shooting at them."
She got up then. It made her feel bad the way that Shan clutched at her throat. Madison turned away from the cage and from Shan, moving towards the couch til she turned towards the kitchen, out of Shan's sight. Making her way to the fridge, she grabbed a couple of blood bags. She was even going to be nice and heat them up for her, while she let Shan stew with what she had told her. Grabbing a pot from the lower cabinet, Madison filled it with water and set it on the stove, turning it on to high. Throwing both blood bags into the water, she pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and checked it for texts. Nothing. But it was getting close to midnight. Looked like she wouldn't be spending it alone after all.