Thread: Deception and Lies ( Ava & Thomas )

No problem The smell of searing flesh caused chills to dance across her flesh. It was a sick sensation, but one she had grown accustomed to. The vampire's early history was dark and not all could be changed. Plenty enough, in her mind. A strong grip upon his tendrils threatened to rip them right from the roots. It was not often her sensitive side rose to the surface and she was only at her fiercest when all alone. It seemed out of poor taste to be her utmost cruel before others. Not that judgement had an effect on her. Blood tears streamed from the corners of his eyes and down the mildly mutilated flesh of his face. Miss Avenicci. Heiress to the toast of the ton. Daughter of the blood thirsty Lord Deon Avenicci and that was before the little makeover. At this point she was happy that she stood where she did because the she could feel the suttle shock take over her facial features. Do you know how often I can dunk your head into this bath a of holy water before you actually start losing consciousness? And even then... your eyes will be long gone. She whispered in his ear. A small growl sounded from his clenched teeth as he struggled to no avail with his bindings. What?! The legendary Hellsing not as good as you thought he was? A personal attack. By now she had learned to let such petty sayings take no effect upon her, but it did sting... a bit. Without hesitation she submerged his face into the holy water and held it for a few heartbeats before she allowed him to breath once more. A few seconds later she submerged him once more and brought him back up for a few more seconds. Cries filled the enclosed space before she heard him mumble something. Hm? What was that? A towel was snatched off of the nearest rack and she dabbed at his wet face, to cease the burning sensation hindering him from giving her the answer she sought. Jay... Starkey. She had a name. Wonderful. Anything else you can tell me? Or do I have to jog your memory for that as well? She asked in the sweetest of tones as she continued to dry his face, but all the more ready to plunge him into the bath that was their equal to acid. Gently he nodded his head as he panted. Eyes burning and more blood red tears staining his cheeks and clouding his eyes pink. Why were you sent to kill us? What have you to gain from our deaths? Clearly we have touched a nerve with someone. I...don't know!! He cried out. I swear on the night mother that I do not know!! The night mother. The old teachings of their kin. Older than most that continued to walk this earth. His face was dried of the water, but the effects were certainly still apparent. Where is your hold up? She asked as she sat at his side upon the lidded toilet. It took much longer to get a location out of the man. Eola had lost track of the time completely and when she finally got an answer, his face was bruised and arms riddled with fresh cuts that could easily heal. Only to continue to add more. The Nag's Head pub! That's where we meet. A few. We are spread out just in case a batch goes rogue or we get caught. You'll never find them. The man certainly longed for a swift death, but that would have to wait. That would be all that she was going to get out of him for now. Clearly she had snagged the runt of the litter with this guy. For him to cave so easily. Before leaving the bathroom, she snagged the gun out of the sink and left her bound friend where he was before sitting upon the edge of the bed next to Thomas. Her head laid upon his shoulder as she gently woke him up in a whispered tone. Hey...sleeping beauty... I have results. She smiled in her silence before dishing out what she has burned, slit, and ripped out of their guest. Jay Starkey is the name I have. Apparently, this is spread wider that we may know because at one of the nearest pubs is where they pick up orders. Care for a trip to the pub a little later?