Morningless [Shadis]

[Lancaster]

Outside, the wind felt like frost.

On his way out, he’d grabbed his jacket from the office, pulling on the extra layer for the sake of avoiding questions. If he was asked questions, he was forced to tell the truth. He didn’t particularly want to explain to random strangers why it was that he walked around in a Canadian winter without the appropriate clothing.

Upstairs, Shadis was changing. The last thing that she had said to him reverberated in his memory. He could still feel her hand on his shoulder, the way she looked at him. As if she were reassuring him. Telling a person they should laugh more was all well and good, but Lancaster couldn’t summon the energy. If he’d struggled to write a bar of music before his most recent death, he knew now that it would be nigh impossible.

For all the world it looked as if the vampire were cold, with his long arms crossed over his chest. His head was bowed and his eyes closed. Maybe, in time, he’d be able to laugh more. For now, death still clung to him like a bad smell. Shadis’s suicide and consequent siring still had him on edge. Pi was gone. Pi was gone. When he opened his eyes it was to peer at the ring gleaming on his finger; it was a clear indication to anyone who looked that he was a taken man. It was not a bond that he was going to give up on, no matter how uncertain he was. No matter how angry he was.

In the end, he was a grown man. He was an independent man. He’d been a vampire for four years. More? And he didn’t need his sire anymore. He’d travelled the world on his own and he had survived, and he would survive this, too. He would do his duty, and he would fulfil his obligations. Life no longer had any colour to it; there was no inspiration in its pulses, its subtle movements. Laughter was so far from his reach, he doubted he’d ever touch it again.

He started to wonder whether his inability to lie had begun to bleed into every other aspect of his life. Where before he’d been able to lie with a smile, or a passive expression - could he not do that anymore, either? Was he destined always to wear his emotions on his sleeve, neon-bright, for the world to read?

A sigh slipped from his lips and he nodded to a couple of regulars who passed him by. They didn't stop to talk. They hunched into the cold, hurrying home. Inside, the bar was emptying. They would close, soon. Lancaster had people to do that for him. He’d return to the warmth of the closed bar later. For now, he’d first take Shadis to the Den; there, he’d retrieve his own weapons, and find some for her. Something temporary, until he could source something of a better quality. They’d take a detour, first; he’d introduce her to the wonders of blackmarket shopping. Lancaster didn’t want to think about where they got all their blood, and the lives that might be lost because of it.

There was still so much that he had to explain.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis seated herself down upon the bed and she heard the soft creak that accompanied such actions. Her brown hues peered into the mirror and she lifted a hand to run it through her long, black locks lost in thought. She couldn’t see herself in the mirror, well, not really. It was more or less a rotting image and it made her repel at the image. What kind of idiot tries to kill themselves when they looked like her? She thought to herself before she simply shook her head and picked up a brush, reassured that the image in the mirror was not what she truly looked like. However, she wouldn’t be able to just see herself in the mirror and preen like she used to, it was going to be an adjustment that she was going to have to get used to. Granted, it was a shock at first, but it just made everything else that Elliot had said even more logical.

Her hands set to the task at hand as she rolled her hair up into a bun and she tied it there using a simple hair tie. Standing up, she glanced over her outfit, which were a simple pair of skinny jeans, with a black halter top. The woman slipped on a pair of black knee high boots and zipped them up before she grabbed her black long coat from the edge of the bed and made her way to the door. She paused for a moment and glanced over her shoulder, everything seemed like it was normal, but was it really? How could she act normal when it wasn’t normal? The woman knew why, but she hadn’t really grasped the concept yet, not even when she had seen a corpse in the mirror instead of how she really looked. Denial and pride. Things were changing and she wasn’t very good with change, she never had been, but they were changing and she had to accept that.

Slowly, she opened the door, stepped through and closed it, remembering to lock it before she moved on. Her own steps were heard and she shook it off as she focused more on the burn of her throat. It still burned even now and it annoyed her somewhat as she made her way down the stairs. As her foot found the bottom step her body froze as she took a deep breath in and listened. She heard a heartbeat, more than one and she glanced over the room which the bar occupied. It was emptying and there were only less than a handful of people left. What tripped her up, was the fact that she could hear heartbeats and they were not her own. Her heart didn’t move anymore so to hear someone else’s was a little more than strange, it was trippy to say in the least.

After a moment’s pause, she swallowed her surprise and slipped on her coat, buttoning it up and made her way towards the door, her steps had quickened as she did so. Shadis pushed through the door and spotted Elliot almost straight away. She managed a small smile, one that just turned the corners of her lips upwards, pride made her hide the surprise which she had felt only moments before. ”So, ready to go?” She asked as she slipped her right hand into her pocket only to draw out a pair of black leather gloves. Again, she stopped and she stretched her left hand outwards. The woman knew that it was cold, frosty even, but nothing shook in an appropriate response to such conditions. She didn’t even really feel the cold and she began to wonder if there was any reason as to why she wore a coat.

”Well… That was unexpected.” She softly mumbled to herself and pulled the gloves onto her hands. The movement was more or less to comfort herself rather than to hide the fact that the cold no longer bothered her. Shadis clapped her gloved hands together and smiled once more as her brown hues looked back towards the man that had decided to save her life for some odd reason. ”What’s on the agenda for today?” The woman had questions, multiple questions, but again, pride made her stay silent and pretend that nothing was absolutely wrong or on her mind.

[Lancaster]

As soon as Shadis joined him, Lancaster pushed himself off the wall. He wanted to get moving. A restlessness had a hold of his limbs, now. Like ants surging beneath his skin. He’d done it again; he hadn’t killed her, this time. It wasn’t like that. Even with Skylar, it wasn’t like that. He hadn’t killed her on purpose, but it may as well have been his fault in a second-hand way. After that night he’d triple and quadruple checked the equipment to make sure it would never happen again.

Sometimes he wondered if death was attracted to vampires. So many people thought they were dead already. They referred to vampires as the undead, as if they were all just animated corpses. Lancaster always begged to differ. He always argued the point. They were still thinking, feeling beings. They had their morals, their emotions; emotions that he could feel flowing from others like an invisible wave. If they had colours that he could see, the world would be beautiful. Emotions weren’t always so beautiful, however. He should have seen Shadis’s grief. He should have seen where it would lead her. He should have talked to her. He should have stopped her. In this way, he would always think that Shadis’s death was his fault, too. In a second-hand way.

But, for example; he could feel the way Shadis felt. The shock, almost. The awe. What was it, exactly, that she was feeling? Exactly what she should. But she was bearing this all quite well for someone who’d just been turned. She wasn’t panicking. She was keeping her head above the darkness. She certainly was handling it better than Lancaster himself had, for which he had to applaud her.

”Uhm… we’ll go get some blood packs. You can get them from certain shops. It’s a black market trade, but quite safe,” he said. ”It’s human blood. Animal blood will serve you just as well, but it’s human blood you’ll thirst for most,” he said, explaining. It was better to get these things out of the way, first. The bad things. The things that might cause the most amount of disgust and fear.

”I don’t feed on humans. I never did like it. I have ah… alternative methods. I won’t judge you for your own methods,” he said, leveling Shadis with a heavy gaze. He meant every word. Everyone was different, and Shadis might not have the same moral mindset as Lancaster. And that was something he would live with.

”Back there… you said something was unexpected. What were you talking about?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at the bar. It was sinking in the distance as he started to lead them both toward Wickbridge, boots crunching in the fresh snow.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Blood… Elliot had mentioned blood as she glanced ahead of their path and she tried not to think about it too much. She had seen vampire tv shows such as True Blood, but she never really thought vampires were real until she had been turned. Shadis had also forgotten that in any vampire book or movie, that their main diet was blood and she cringed inwardly. Perhaps she might get used to it, but for now, it was a concept that wasn’t exactly appealing… For now, at least. In the future she might change her mind about it, but she wasn’t exactly sure about that either. Her brown hues moved to view the snow that had begun falling once more and a simple sigh fell upon her lips. Harper Rock, oh how she hadn’t missed it. How did she and her mother live here and not know vampires had existed? It was a question that had plagued her and had her tossing and turning all throughout the day.

She slipped her hands into the pockets of her coat and sighed softly. ”The weather, it’s cold. I know that and I can feel that it’s cold, but I can’t feel it… If you understand what I’m trying to say.” In all truth, she didn’t know how to describe it, the weather was supposed to be cold but it wasn’t to her. ”Not to mention the sound of beating hearts when I had passed through the bar on my way out here. It’s like, my senses are heighted, but I can’t feel cold.” A shrug of her shoulders soon followed this statement and as they passed over the bridge, she focused upon hearing their footsteps crunch through the snow that already covered the ground. ”If it’s not too personal to ask… But how long have you been a vampire? Plus, what other alternatives do you feed on?”

The woman was mostly curious because if he didn’t drink animal blood nor human, then what else contained blood that a vampire could live off of? ”I’m assuming that you know a lot about Harper Rock seeing as you own the bar, so I was curious. Has it changed much? Anything I should really know about? Have vampires always lived in Harper Rock?” Were vampires half the reason that people died in Harper Rock? Whenever she thought back upon her younger years, she never really remembered many deaths in Harper Rock, had vampire kills been covered up or not reported? A hand slipped out of a coat pocket and lifted to rub at her throat once more as if she was trying to relieve the constant burn that she felt there. Elliot told her that she needed blood to feed upon, but what would happen if she ate normal food?

Her hand shifted then to tuck a stray black lock behind her ear then before she slipped her hand back into her pocket. ”Tell me… Why do I look like a corpse in a mirror? Is that normal for a vampire?” She had hated the way she saw herself in the mirror, because she had prided herself with how she looked in the mirror, now she really couldn’t rely upon her own reflection or so it seemed. Her gaze shifted slightly so she could look to Elliot as she wondered just as what was going through his mind. His conversation seemed almost information based, he really didn’t seem to want to talk much about himself or anything else really. ”Will I always look like a corpse in the mirror?” Her words paused for a moment as she tried to think of something else to stir up conversation, anything that meant she wasn’t left to her scattered thoughts. ”Also, is there any real profession that is a good night time job? Because I’m guessing that the day time is bad for us, seeing as we slept through the day and all.”

[Lancaster]

Lancaster laughed. The questions, of course, were inevitable. There were always questions to ask. Even now, Lancaster had questions that he wanted answers to. Why had he found it harder, this time, to get himself out of the Shadow Realm? Why did it affect him worse than it did other people? Why had Pi left, without much of an explanation? Without a way he could follow her? If he died again, would he come back, or would it be worse? By then, would he have completely lost his mind? If he did come back, would he sire immediately afterwards, just like he had last time? Just like he had this time? This time was different, though. This time, it had been circumstantial. The decision probably would have been the same, regardless of whether he himself had just experienced death or not. He had a knack for trying to save people. Sometimes it didn’t work out so well.

”Okay, okay. Slow down. Let me try to get to these, one at a time,” he said, glancing sideways at Shadis. He still didn’t know her. He didn’t know her story. He didn’t know why the death of a parent would lead one to want to commit suicide. All children would have to bury their parents, eventually, if they outlived their parents. It only reminded Lancaster of how much he missed his own mother. How much he longed to go home, if only for a little while.

”I’ve been this for just over four years. I was passing through in December, twenty-eleven - so no, I can’t tell you whether the place has changed much. I was killed. Pi brought me back to life. Pi is… well, she’s not here right now, but she’s the head of our small lineage,” he said. He didn’t include himself in the equation of ‘head’. He was a modest man, for one. For two, he honestly did not think that he was leader material. Not with the way he had broken down on Skylar only a couple of nights previous.

”Harper is standing on a rift between this world and another. It was that rift that allowed vampires to re-surface. The rift opened… I think… about two years before I was turned. Give or take. Which answers the second question. No, vampires have not always been in Harper Rock,” he said. Looking ahead, he wondered if there were vampires elsewhere. Other hubs of activity. Other places in the world where the rift had split apart and spewed out the spirits of a handful of elders. It wasn’t wholly unbelievable. The world was a big place.

”Most vampires don’t see themselves in mirrors at all. The fact that you can, means that you’re an Allurist. Which will make this easier - it’s the same as I am. See, there are paths. Each person turned lands on one of six paths. I don’t know who called them paths, or how they went about researching it - but due to your path there are certain abilities you’ll exhibit first. We Allurists have heightened emotions, but we can be… persuasive. But we can help people, too. From a distance,” he said. There really was a lot to explain - and he hadn’t even answered all her questions, yet.

”Unfortunately, yes. You’ll always look like a corpse in the mirror. As for jobs. Well… what are your expertise? Plenty of vampires in this city own businesses. One of them could and would hire you. Depending on your skills,” he said. He didn’t ask too many questions of his own - this was Shadis’s night for questions.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis heard the man laugh at the torrential downpour of her questions and a simple smile caressed her lips. She angled her head to view his movements before she continued to looked ahead. There was something about the way he mentioned Pi that made her think that there was something more than a sire thing happening between them. Had they argued? Where they involved with each other? Her brown hues viewed his hand and lingered upon the band around his finger before she glanced away to view the snow that continued to fall at a slow and steady pace. ”I find it interesting that you have not asked any questions from me.. Even though you are well within your right to.” The woman paused and her steps came to a slow step as she looked up towards the sky. A slow breath expanded her lungs before she exhaled and she walked forwards once more.

”I was born here in Harper Rock, it’s why I was wondering whether vampires had been here for a while. My father died when I was young, I don’t know or remember him. I was a loner as I grew up and I studied Occult Studies. I was in the states teaching Occult Studies, but I doubt that I will be able to continue doing those. My classes were during the day.” The man had mentioned that she was an Allurist based off the fact that she could see herself as a corpse in the mirror. Was there something else that she should know about being an Allurist? How many paths were there with vampires? Wouldn’t the people in Harper Rock have noticed a rift opening up within the city? It peaked her interest and she made a side note to research the archives, to browse the city library for any records of such an event.

Silence reigned over her for a moment before she continued, ”I don’t think that helping people is something that I’m very good at, being that I’m mostly used to being alone and all. What other abilities and paths are there?” She asked Elliot as her hand lifted to rub at her throat. She was hungry… Thirsty and all this talk was making it worst. Her brown hues flickered towards a man that walked passed them and she listened to his heart beat thump as he pushed through the snow. She noticed how he had the collar of his jacket flicked up to protect his neck from the cold and his cap pulled down low. As the man had passed, he had bumped her shoulder and his scent washed over her. He smelled like strawberries covered with chocolate. Did he put on too much deodorant? She asked herself as she leaned forwards as if she was about to give chase.

Her brown hues snapped to the man’s back just as soon as her fangs made an appearance. A booted foot came down suddenly and halted her forwards motion just as soon she lifted a hand to cover her mouth. It was as if the fangs had snapped her out of whatever spell had that been cast and she shook her head. What the hell? She growled at herself as her gaze simply watched the stranger turn a corner and disappear from sight. However, she could still smell his lingering scent and she very much wanted to chase him down. Pride held her in place however, as she wasn’t some desperate person that would just simple chow down on whatever tasty thing that made an appearance. Hell, she prided herself on the restraint she held, especially when it had come to doing things in moderation. As a vampire it seemed as if she almost couldn’t help herself and she wasn’t going to have that. Shadis would restrain herself even if it killed her. ”Tell me something, do fangs… Always pop out whenever a delicious smell walks by?”

[Lancaster]

Lancaster was a veritable cocktail of emotions; they swirled and swarmed within him, like a potion gone awry. Some hot, some cold, but none were within easy reach. He couldn’t focus on one single thing to think or feel and it was far better to not focus on any of them. In this moment, he did not exist for himself. He existed for the woman beside him; he should have asked questions, he should learn more about her. Focus on her problems, her emotions, her woes.

”Because I have just turned you into a vampire,” he said, watching her carefully.

”I didn’t really think about small talk. I was more concerned with helping you find your feet than getting to know you. Yet,” he said. He didn’t mean for it to sound harsh. He didn’t mean to sound disinterested, because that certainly wasn’t the case. What she had revealed so far was of interest; if she had studied and taught the occult, maybe she’d already know things. Maybe her background and her education would help her. Lancaster could imagine rituals calling to her; he’d never much got into rituals. To manipulate and use magic had to be the furthest one could get from humanity.

Thankfully, the shop that Lancaster had led them to was just up ahead; it stood on the corner and looked like a regular, twenty-four hour corner shop. There were those that worked within it, however, who catered to vampire-kind. One of the few in the city where a vampire could buy what he or she needed. Lancaster was thankful, because he wanted to get Shadis fed - she had just referred to a living, breathing person as ‘a delicious smell’.

”I like to consider them human beings, with lives. Rather than reducing them to food,” he said with a wry smile. Maybe that was how some vampires learned to deal with what they had become. They accepted that they were now higher in the food chain, and the power was enough to help them get by without losing their sanity. He was curious, in that moment, about what Shadis might turn out to be.

By this time, they had reached the shop. Lancaster pushed open the door and held it open, gesturing for Shadis to go first. He would follow. There were things that he could tell her about the University in the town; that she might still be able to get a job in her field. There were plenty of vampires around the place and it wouldn’t surprise Lancaster if there were a few in the upper echelons of government, pulling the strings. Giving lenience to the uprise of those in the city ‘allergic’ to sunlight. For now, before he delved further into what and how Shadis ticked, he’d make sure she had enough blood.

At the counter, there was a slim guy on his cell phone, texting. This was a kid that Lancaster used to buy from all the time, until he’d become a necurat. The kid was also a regular at Lancaster’s; he recognised the brooding musician immediately.

“Lancaster. It’s been a while,” he said, putting his phone down on the counter. The kid’s eyes drifted to Shadis, before fluttering back to the towering male. “What can I do for you?”

”Bucky. Yeah, I found a … different source. I’m here to buy three packs of your finest, though. If you don’t mind,” he said with a charming smile. Bucky grinned, gushed, and nodded. He went out back to get what had been asked for. There’d be no preference on blood type - sometimes, you got what you got and there was no point in complaining.

”Someone must steal them from the hospitals. The blood backs. It’s either that or there are some humans somewhere who donate willingly to the vampire cause,” he said, shrugging. ”But you can trust Bucky. He’s a nice kid.”

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis remained quiet as she listened to Elliot talk and she felt as if he reprimanded her for considering a human as a delicious smell. Pride told her to not take such things, to scold him for being so ridged, but instead she remained quiet. There was a time and a place for such things, it just wasn’t when they were walking within a street. As they entered the store, her gaze flickered over the skinny man texting behind the counter and she observed the interaction between Elliot and the man named Bucky. It was a familiar interaction and so, she deduced that they knew each other. Perhaps they had had multiple interactions beforehand. As the man turned to go out to the back of the store, she too turned her attention to the shelves, a gloved hand lifted to trail over the shelves. The woman paused for a moment to view a plain leather bound book.

Her hand reached out to pick it up and she opened the cover to find plain paper, it was just an object to pretend to look at while her thoughts were elsewhere. ”You stress far too much Elliot and smile even less. I’m surprised that I could get a chuckle out of you for the second time today.” She paused long enough to flip a blank page, her brown hues focused upon the blank pages as if they were interesting. ”It’s almost as if you are carrying the world upon your shoulders, you need to relax a little.” The woman looked up at the man and offered a simple smile, one that was more for encouragement. She thought that he cared far too much about others, especially if her death and reborn was anything to go by. Another pause followed, before her gaze caught the sight of a ringed pentacle necklace and she glanced at it for a moment. It reminded her of her studies and a sigh graced her lips before she returned to pretending to be interested in the blank book held within her hands.

If there are willing donators, why bother stealing the blood bags? She asked herself before she turned yet another blank page. She wasn’t reading it, nor was she studying it, it just simply felt good to hold a book and turn the pages. It helped really, especially with her new found hunger, to do something familiar and carve off the edge. Already it seemed as if Elliot wasn’t really interested in much talk other than the new life that he had given her. She on the other hand, didn’t want to talk about it at length. In fact, if helping her meant that they couldn’t interact on a normal level in between such information, then she wanted nothing to do with the whole lesson. As she flipped yet another page, her tongue lifted to slide over one of her fangs in thought. Perhaps she should try to get him to loosen up, hit him over the head with a book or something.

It was as if getting to know one another was not on the table, that or he didn’t want to know and he was using this whole vampire help as an excuse. An excuse not to talk at all about himself. If Shadis knew anything is that so far, he had avoided talking about himself and still hadn’t answered her question about what he drank to survive. Plus, he hadn’t even mentioned the other paths and abilities that a vampire could possess. Whatever it was that he wasn’t saying, she wanted to know. Curiousity was a powerful thing, but how was she going to get the answers that she wanted? Her tongue clicked as she snapped the book in her hands closed and placed it back upon the shelf. ”So after I have eaten something, what then?” A simple yawn parted her lips for a moment and she lifted a hand to her mouth so then she wouldn’t flash her fangs in the process.

”Are we going to be doing everything vampire and not talk about ourselves?” Sometimes, she felt that the direct approach was best, especially when they kept dodging questions. Well, it felt like he was dodging them, as she had more unanswered questions than answered ones. Her hand moved to press against the shelf where she had replaced the book, feigning interest in what the store held. However, at this point, she was less than inclined to be anything other than distant from the situation. Distance had helped her cope with anything being thrown at her ever since she was young, so when the one thing that was close to her, passed away, she didn’t know how to deal with it. Shadis was now beginning to think that distance was her best friend in this situation as well.

[Lancaster]

Lancaster leaned against the counter, long fingers curling around the edges of the dirty wood. Years of transactions had built up a blackening grime upon the wood that had once been nice and light and clean. Shiny, even. But the lacquer had worn down due to items being passed and forth, or people leaning against it, just like Lancaster was now. His head was bent toward Shadis. He was listening to her, but he was feeling her, too. Was it an invasion of her privacy? It wasn’t something that he could turn off. It wasn’t something that he could control. Guilt plagued him already. Already, she was disappointed in him. That’s what it was, wasn’t it? If not disappointment, it was something akin to it. The process may as well start early.

”It’s easy for you to tell me to relax. It’s easier said than done,” he said. Although he was frustrated, he was too tired to act on it. Who was this woman, coming in and acting like what he had to say wasn’t important? Her entire life was different, now, and he was trying to help her. But she wanted more. She wanted him to be happy. But she didn’t know what he had been through, or the hell that he had just come back from. He wasn’t sure any of them did, or could. Pi, maybe. But she wasn’t here. He had to deal with this on his own.

But, even he could understand the need for personal connection. It was all well and good, teaching Shadis everything she needed to know, but what good could come of it if that was all he offered her? He turned to her, held her eye – opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Bucky returning from the back room. He had a small, disposable esky that he pushed across the counter; Lancaster lifted the lid and nodded at the contents. There was dry ice inside, to keep the blood as cold as possible for as long as possible, to keep it from going bad. Although he had no idea what the book was that Shadis had been looking at, he plucked it from the shelf and put it on top of the esky. He paid for all of it, handing over his card to do so, before leading Shadis back out onto the street.

”We can’t ignore ‘everything vampire’. It would be remiss of me not to tell you everything you need to know, and I feel that it takes precedence,” he said. It was a start, but he held up a hand to keep Shadis from arguing, if that’s what she intended t do.

”Which isn’t to say we won’t learn about each other. We have all night. I am interested in you – I am interested in who you are and where you’ve come from. I want to help you find your feet. There are things you’ll have to give up, and things you’ll have to get used to. I want to learn about your past so I can help you in your future. And I don’t want you to suffer like I have. I hate what I am, and I know there’s a possibility you’ll hate it, too. And that’s… that’s just the beginning,” he said, slowly. He handed the esky and the book over to Shadis – it was all for her.

”It’s better if it’s heated up. I don’t need any. My… Pi, she helps… helped me. I used to feed on her, because I can’t stand the thought of consuming human blood. It’s not an acceptable practice. Vampires, taking from other vampires. But it was just her,” he said, and arched a brow. Was that enough? For now, would it do?

”I can take you home. I can show you where home is. We can heat it up. We can talk. If that’s what you want to do, for now. We can just talk.”

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis listened to him and took the book and esky that Elliot had handed to her once they were out upon the street. She looked at the book for a moment and blinked, it was blank and had no real meaning to her, yet he had just simply bought it because she looked at it? Perhaps she could turn it into a journal or something rather, put some use into it. Why he had bought it was beyond her however. What did peak her interest, was the fact that he drank vampire blood, not human, vampire. It was interesting and weird to say in the least. She could also tell why it would be something that he would avoid answering it in conversation, the fact that he drank blood from his own kind might not be conversation material. It probably wasn’t even a conversation starter either and she caught that he had almost called Pi, his. ”And what vampire do you feed from now?”

A pause followed those words before she continued on, ”Lets go home, I’m hungry and we can talk more vampire there ok? I’m not sure how much longer I can go without before following some poor sod home.” Elliot seemed tortured. It was almost unnecessary and she wondered just as to why he brought it upon himself. How hard was it to relax and just simply do… Normal things? Well, normal for vampires anyway. It was then that she began to wonder just as to what Elliot was like, he seemed like a good guy before she had tried to kill herself, he even tried to talk to her. Now? Now he just seemed all business and no real talk. Well, when he did he seemed depressed. She lifted the esky to peek inside of it and her brown eyes saw the blood bags tucked inside, but she couldn’t smell it.

Softly, she closed the lid almost disappointed, perhaps it was because it was cool that it held no real scent to it. Maybe once she warmed it up it would smell more appealing, but so far, the blood bags were unappealing. ”I know that these may be personal questions, but why can’t you drink human blood? Also, why did your sire turn you? Were you suicidal before you turned? Or, just like me, did you try to kill yourself before your sire turned you?” Shadis didn’t expect a response to those, not really. Any sane person would probably reprimand her, but she was relatively curious and it was just within her nature to pull answers from people. It’s why she loved research, finding the answers to questions was always very rewarding for her, because it was knowledge that she was able to gain.

”Tell me, what makes you happy? Sometimes I manage to strike gold and weasel a smile out you, other times, you just seem depressed.” What happened to you that made you this bad? She silently asked herself as she spared a sideways glance at the man. If he did try to commit suicide, what made him want to do it? ”I know how to relax and it is fairly simple for me, which is how I can tell you to relax.” She reached a free hand out to gently touch his shoulder before she continued walking. It was something that her mother used to do when she was trying to reassure her, so she was hoping that I worked with Elliot. For now, all she cared about, was her hunger. She hadn’t eaten and if her watching a human being like a portable blood bag was anything to go by, then she definitely needed to eat.