Post by Kittann on Nov 11, 2008 8:02:14 GMT -5
Victorie had decided to go for a midnight stroll. She was looking for someone to feed on other than Asher, it was bad for his health to be her only donor. She did have a variety of storage blood in her fridge but she preferred her blood warm. Heating blood could give it a burnt flavour and usually resulted in coagulated lumps.
Knowing the best place to find a willing volunteer was the local pub scene, she had intended to go there. However the nightlife hadn't appealed to her mood so she decided to go for a leisurely walk. Which is how she ended up in the park after midnight. She didn't really expect to find anyone to feed off, but it gave her some time for quiet reflection.
In her hunger the other night she had taken too much blood from Asher. He had recovered well but it was a careless mistake she could ill afford. Five hundred and forty seven years of life and still she could make blatantly obvious mistakes. Comment pourrais j'avoir été si négligent ne pas prêter l'attention? Her affection for the boy had grown much since their first meeting.
Victorie smiled as she recalled the look, the fifteen year old, reckless youth Asher had once been, had given upon discovering a real life vampire. She recalled his wonderment at her anecdotes and how he would be at Sophie's apartment every Saturday at 12 noon on the dot. Victorie had often wondered if he came for her stories or Sophie's cooking.
Now Asher had finalised all of Victorie business in St Louis and followed her here. Crossover, Oregon. She sometimes wondered what the lives of her blood dolls would be like if they had never met her, but quickly reminded herself that it didn't do well to dwell on 'what ifs', but still they stewed at least at the back of her mind and lead her to one important question "Is it time to let Asher go?"
A small creak come from a nearby tree followed by a rustling and approaching footsteps. It was the footsteps that drew Victorie's attention from her thoughts. She stopped walking finding a nearby bench, she sat and waited for the appearance of the person to whom the footsteps belonged. Eyes to the stars, peripheral vision concentrated on the direction of the noise.
While she waited she continued to reflect, this time on her decision to move her, pushing the unwanted 'Asher' question from her mind for now, knowing she couldn't escape it forever, but choosing to put it off. In St. Louis she had barely managed to escape with her life, what idiot vampire hunter uses a flame thrower? He nearly killed himself in that stunt, the building was completely burned out. Victorie had not almost died because he cornered her. No. Victorie almost died saving his life. Not that that would change his view of vampires, especially with his mentor. She may have condemned more of her kind to death by not letting him burn. Her reasoning was that he was so young, she had the ability and opportunity to save him and it was the right thing to do. The only thing that would have have made her leave him, would have been if alive he posed a real threat to her or Asher. His mentor had not seen Victorie's rescue as a sign of kindness but as a show of power, the 'I could have killed him but I chose not to' - power trip. He was a fanatic, vampire = monster, non-human = monster. Although he did pose a real threat he was a territorial vampire hunter. She knocked him unconscious and ran. Yet another power trip? She sighed at that thought. She'd fled St. Louis not sure of her destination. After crossing the border into Oregon, she ran into a bounty hunter he had wanted her alive. This was the forth time in as many years. Still she wondered who was behind it and what they wanted. He had presented her with a real challenge, she'd had to kill him, the fight left her very weak. She found her way to the nearest town and broke into a library, found a little girl with whom she was fast becoming friends and decided not to leave.
The bounty hunter still concerned her. There had been one previous occasion where another vampire had wished to take her as a wife, willing or not but he was dead now and she was left with no clue as to who was after her now.
The footsteps were nearing just a few more and the owner would be in sight.
(This is an RP for anyone)
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Knowing the best place to find a willing volunteer was the local pub scene, she had intended to go there. However the nightlife hadn't appealed to her mood so she decided to go for a leisurely walk. Which is how she ended up in the park after midnight. She didn't really expect to find anyone to feed off, but it gave her some time for quiet reflection.
In her hunger the other night she had taken too much blood from Asher. He had recovered well but it was a careless mistake she could ill afford. Five hundred and forty seven years of life and still she could make blatantly obvious mistakes. Comment pourrais j'avoir été si négligent ne pas prêter l'attention? Her affection for the boy had grown much since their first meeting.
Victorie smiled as she recalled the look, the fifteen year old, reckless youth Asher had once been, had given upon discovering a real life vampire. She recalled his wonderment at her anecdotes and how he would be at Sophie's apartment every Saturday at 12 noon on the dot. Victorie had often wondered if he came for her stories or Sophie's cooking.
Now Asher had finalised all of Victorie business in St Louis and followed her here. Crossover, Oregon. She sometimes wondered what the lives of her blood dolls would be like if they had never met her, but quickly reminded herself that it didn't do well to dwell on 'what ifs', but still they stewed at least at the back of her mind and lead her to one important question "Is it time to let Asher go?"
A small creak come from a nearby tree followed by a rustling and approaching footsteps. It was the footsteps that drew Victorie's attention from her thoughts. She stopped walking finding a nearby bench, she sat and waited for the appearance of the person to whom the footsteps belonged. Eyes to the stars, peripheral vision concentrated on the direction of the noise.
While she waited she continued to reflect, this time on her decision to move her, pushing the unwanted 'Asher' question from her mind for now, knowing she couldn't escape it forever, but choosing to put it off. In St. Louis she had barely managed to escape with her life, what idiot vampire hunter uses a flame thrower? He nearly killed himself in that stunt, the building was completely burned out. Victorie had not almost died because he cornered her. No. Victorie almost died saving his life. Not that that would change his view of vampires, especially with his mentor. She may have condemned more of her kind to death by not letting him burn. Her reasoning was that he was so young, she had the ability and opportunity to save him and it was the right thing to do. The only thing that would have have made her leave him, would have been if alive he posed a real threat to her or Asher. His mentor had not seen Victorie's rescue as a sign of kindness but as a show of power, the 'I could have killed him but I chose not to' - power trip. He was a fanatic, vampire = monster, non-human = monster. Although he did pose a real threat he was a territorial vampire hunter. She knocked him unconscious and ran. Yet another power trip? She sighed at that thought. She'd fled St. Louis not sure of her destination. After crossing the border into Oregon, she ran into a bounty hunter he had wanted her alive. This was the forth time in as many years. Still she wondered who was behind it and what they wanted. He had presented her with a real challenge, she'd had to kill him, the fight left her very weak. She found her way to the nearest town and broke into a library, found a little girl with whom she was fast becoming friends and decided not to leave.
The bounty hunter still concerned her. There had been one previous occasion where another vampire had wished to take her as a wife, willing or not but he was dead now and she was left with no clue as to who was after her now.
The footsteps were nearing just a few more and the owner would be in sight.
(This is an RP for anyone)
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