Thread: Havens

Eyes fixated on the large man's arm, Neferys stood reaching towards him cautiously like a small, curious child. Her fingers itched to make contact, but her memory served her well. The last time she attempted to touch the Slayer it had caused her injury. Her arm returned to her side as she titled her head. Neferys' frame gave her no advantage to even level gazes with the massive man. Werewolf? She questioned innocently. She had never encountered a werewolf. But, the youngster, who spent most of her immortal days enveloped in story books knew of the tales, myths and history of the creatures. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked upon his wound with concern, Wouldn't that mean you would be... she trailed, Well, you know... The deep bellow of laughter that errupted from the man's chest almost startled the fledgling. No, my little draculina. There are 'vays to prevent the poison of their evil from taking root. Three drops of my own blood mixed 'vith the poisonous plant of 'volvsbane. Though, I 'vas violently sick for three 'veeks... It 'vas as if the very fires of hell itself 'vere behind my eyes! The youngster peered at his forearm once more, noting the scar tissue before timidly looking up at him, Well... she began, Lets be glad you made it then. Is that why you never came back to the Haven before the fire? She questions, though her train of though obvious on her features. Pulling back his sleeve from his forearm the man also regarded his scars for a moment, I keep the scars. They remind me of my mistakes. A long moment of silence follows as if he is remembering the exact moment he could have prevented his injury. Finally with a shifting of material he reinserts his hands within the deep pockets of his coat. His attention turning once more to Neferys, You are newly sired, no? Neferys shifted nervously at the mention of her siring, Yes...I'm from Salem... Her muscels tensed as her skin prickled in the assumption of danger. It was not a usual circumstance for a slayer to consult so openly with his prey. How long have you been one of the no-lives? His voice as calm and even, no flaw in his facade of apathy. The fledgling remained still for quite some times before her soft voice shattered the silence, Perhaps about 312 years? The fact was phrased as a question, as if the youngster couldn't pinpoint her exact age. Her thoughts had already shifted, Why am I a 'no-life'?. Repeating his phrase sheomically parodied his thick accent. Because, you are not alive. Came his hasty reply, his tone implying the was a lesser being for having to ask. A deep frowned marred Nefery's expression as she downcast her gaze to the floor. Life is what you make of it. I live-even as undead. The man awakened her sadness, the impossibility of her undesired circumstances causing her small shoulders to slump. The slayer reached down, cupping Nefery's chin between two of his fingers before tipping her head up to meet his. Bending slightly he leaned towards her, his hidden face impossibly close to her pale complexion. Tell me, 'vas it volentary? Did you enjoy it? Crimson eyes darted away from his, trying desperately to avoid his ominous leer. No. But, would that matter to you? A moment passed as they stayed locked in their tense embrace before he roughly released her delicate chin. As he straighted he loomed over her, his voice becoming rougher, Do you enjoy it now? Do you like taking the lifeblood of mortals? Do you shiver in pleasure as it slides down your throat warm and sticky in its abundance? Shocked by the darkened pitch of his voice she shuddered, her arms defensively wraping around her chest. I... Stuttering she finally met his pointed sneer, I can not help that I must eat. Would you ask the same of a lion that devours a fawn? Or perhaps, a fish that consumes a fly? I can't control the hunger anymore than a mortal can control their. Yet, I should be hunted? Her voice shook, pleading for his understanding and mercy. The resounding rumble of his chuckle once again echoed through the large library. I thought so. You all enjoy it. It's one of the many various peturbations of nature. You should enjoy it too. You are a monster now, not a 'voman. Do not d'vell on 'veak things such as your past life. So, go! Kill! Murder! Drink the blood of your victims and let it course through your body, 'varm even in the 'vinter's night. Shield yourself from God's warmth and the Sun's rays. Wield the power of the devil's immortality to rule over lessers. Like it or not, my little draculina... you are not human anymore. But, do not regret it. For it is better to be a true monster than a reluctant one. Leaning forward the man brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek affectionately, I kill monsters, reluctant or not. Tossing her head away from his touch Neferys narrowed her eyes, You are a monster yourself! Though her statement was firm her voice remained quiet, You are no better than those you hunt. My heart may not beat, but I can love. I may be immortal, but I can break. If I am as you say, you would have killed me already without regret for the monster you are. Or perhaps, like me, you are a reluctant killer. Seeing the small quiver at the edge of his mouth her expression soften. Without a word the man turned, retreating to the entrance of the library where he paused, You do not fully understand yet, little one. His face peered over his shoulder towards Neferys who had remained where he left her, I have become greated than my enemy to defeat them. I hope in time, you 'vill come to know 'vhat I stand for. Then, and only then you 'vill die 'villingly. Without waiting for a reply he disappeared through the large doors of the room. The fledgling remained alone, saddness consuming her, I die willingly everyday at the loss of my innocence to a sin that was not due to my failings. I am not dead, I am dying. She resolved to herself.