Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

The girl seemed to jump when he began to run his fingers through her hair. She was not used to compassion, not in this form. She hadn't felt any kind of compassion in this form for a very long lime, likely longer then he had been alive. She wondered how old he was. The undead don't die but the shifters come pretty close to that. His words surprised her and she didn't understand what he meant. How was she supposed to atone for their sins? Was she supposed to suffer for them? She did like the idea of making a name for her race. Thoughts long pushed from her mind started to creep back in, thoughts of revenge. Could she bring dignity back to her race by punishing those who killed them? She shook the thoughts from her head. Every time she thought of killing memories of the bodies would force their way back into her mind and she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to take revenge and the people that did that to her village would likely be dead by now. His hand running through her hair was comforting. She was surprised when he sat her sideways on his lap. She found herself sitting there with her head laying on his chest. It was bare, warm and strong, in the back of her mind she decided it wasn't such a bad place to put her head if she had to put it somewhere. She shook her head no when he questioned her about her crying. She knew it wouldn't but sometimes she couldn't help it. She let him brush the strands of hair from her face. She realized how wrong this was, how humiliating it was to be at the vampires mercy, punctured neck and sitting on hi lap even but at the moment she didn't care. She was fine there for now. His last statement drew a laugh though not an intentional one. You're life may be short but I get to live a very long life. I have plenty of time to dwell. She told him. It was rumored that a shapeshifter could live for thousands of years, no one has heard of one dying from age but that was supposed to be more of a secret so that the shifters could fake their deaths. And for all we know I could be older then you are. I have a name. My name is Julia. she told him, hoping he would use it from now on. She shifted slightly on his lap, trying to get more comfortable when something occurred to her. You're naked... she told him, slightly irritated and blushing from the fact. One of the drawers you pulled out has men's cloths in it. Please, just put something on. she asked him, hoping that he could wear at least a pair of pants so he could be at least slightly decent. She wondered if she could still move fast enough to get away once he got up to put some cloths on. She doubted it. Even if she could she had questions now. How do you propose I bring dignity back to my race? We weren't disgraced. Even if we were how is a defective runt supposed to bring back dignity to a dead race? Well, dead other then me. I may have gotten better, hell I bet I could even out-shift my brother with the practice I've got in. the girl admitted, proud of herself but after she admitted that she wished she could take it back. There had to be a reason she was kept alive. Vampires didn't keep theirs victims alive like this, even when they did they always made the meal into a blood doll to ensure total control over it. She anted to ask him why he hadn't killed her but she didn't want to remind him. She may have been fine with dying earlier but now she wanted to live. She just needed to figure out a way to get away form him.