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Re: Fit

Post by Jenica Sabiny » Wed May 28, 2008 11:48 pm

These mortals were odd. This one had just offered her own residence up for the sole purpose of bathing. The vampire tilted her head at the female with a mixture of confusion and speculation. It couldn't be trust. No - it was arrogance. This one thought the vampire was kept on a leash by the old man's pretty words.

It was sweet, in a way.

The vampire would follow complacently again, though the grin remained on her face. This one could be prodded and poked until she reacted, and she seemed to have a sharp temper. It would make for a splendid game to pass the time.

She stepped slightly outside of the doorway and waved one hand, to indicate the female should pass and lead the way. Her eyes remained fixed on the woman's face, the grin wide enough to keep her fangs bared.
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Re: Fit

Post by Blood Ravenous » Thu May 29, 2008 1:25 pm

Since there were indeed no objections, Ryxa skimmed past Jenica, being careful not to touch her. She led the way down the hall, away from the main path that was still blocked. She went through a shortcut and led them around the blockage, and ended up going through a door in front of the new stone wall. As she walked, she slipped her hand into her pocket and brought out her magic-infused stick, holding it carefully with her fingertips. Ryxa didn't like the fact that Jenica was behind her.

She knew they were playing with fire when they used this vampire for their gain. Ryxa knew fire well.

Once outside of the Justice Hall it wasn't far from there to her house. She lived in a large mansion-like place, though for a mansion it was a bit on the small side, and did not have a yard. It was an old, brick house with large windows that she was constantly struggling to keep from falling apart, and her efforts showed. It was a nice place. It had a clipped hedge blocking it from the road, lending it a private, unfriendly image. Ryxa was glad to call this home. She had earned it.

The leather-clad woman made her way inside. At the sound of the door opening, one of the servants came from upstairs. He bowed and wrung his hands when he spotted Ryxa. "Good evening, Mistress Liorysei, may I serve you in some way? Get you some tea, perhaps? Or perhaps the shackles?" he added as he looked at her accompaniment. Ryxa showed her teeth in an amused expression that resembled a smile, but shook her head. "No, light up the water heater. This...person, here, needs a bath. And be quick about it." As they talked, Ryxa lifted her feet and the servant reverently took off her boots. He scurried behind them with the boots in hand and placed them neatly beside the doorway, which he closed when he was done.

Ryxa cast a look at Jenica’s bare, but very dirty, feet, and grimaced. “You stay here until the servant comes to get you,” she ordered, and moved into the parlor. Upon first entering the house there was a thick and sturdy staircase going up through the ceiling to the second floor, and otherwise the narrow hallway was empty. An open doorway led to the parlor which Ryxa had walked into, and it could be seen from the hall.

Inside were three ornate chairs that matched the wood paneling of the walls. They were arrayed around the fireplace, which was barely burning at this late hour. She flicked her gaze to it and it flared up into a roar. She sat in one of the chairs and leaned back, looking at the painting above the fireplace. It was an exquisitely painted landscape with snow-capped mountains and a field of flowers. It seemed to brighten the otherwise drab room. Her fingers absently played with the stick she still held.

The servant had long since scurried off to the back of the house, most likely to light a fire under the water tank to warm the water. Once that was done, he would come back to direct Jenica to the bath.
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Re: Fit

Post by Jenica Sabiny » Fri May 30, 2008 1:14 am

The vampire gazed about her surroundings, ignoring the humans until she realized both of them were gone from her presence. She stepped forward to more thoroughly examine the entryway and house she could see, then paused. She could follow where the female had gone, but the room had a fire within. The vampire did not appreciate the cozy warmth of the pleasantly flickering licks of flame.

But then, she wasn't much for exploring. And the game was sitting in the fiery room, fiddling with some little stick. Jenica walked until she stood just outside the doorway, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at the woman within. With her eyes focused on the female, the fire's light did not hurt as badly. She shuttered her lids regardless to lessen the inherent pain involved.

"Ugly house."

And now for common courtesies. Or perhaps trying to provoke the woman into an attack.

"Vampire fixes your mistake."

She felt amused as she referenced the entire point of this charade. This female had failed, and badly. But she was being sent on the same mission with two others to help her. And now the vampire herself was the front-runner. A creature which the woman could hardly look at. It must gall at least a little.
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Re: Fit

Post by Blood Ravenous » Fri May 30, 2008 7:34 pm

Ugly house.
Ryxa frowned, but otherwise ignored the comment. What did this vampire know about houses?

The next words, however, made her pause in her fiddling.
Vampire fixes your mistake.
Her gloves creaked as her hands fisted onto what she held. She forced them to relax lest she break her weapon. Finally she tore her eyes away from the dancing flames and looked at Jenica. "Excuse me? Mistake? I don't make mistakes." Her eyes were slightly wide as she stared angrily at the vampire. Curiosity got the better of her, however. She had no idea what the vampire--with her 'extensive vocabulary' and all--was talking about. "What are you referring to?"
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Re: Fit

Post by Jenica Sabiny » Fri May 30, 2008 9:05 pm

In reply, the vampire tossed the ratty coat she'd been holding directly at the female, ignoring whether it hit her or was caught.

"Shame on you."

The spike in temper had been obvious enough in how the woman gripped her useless little sticks, and the vampire grinned, looking forward to provoking her further and further. The old man didn't want her to die, but he was just an old man, and this female was young. Even if the vampire spared her life, he would likely die first.

Her eyes glowed red with visions of slaughter, memories swirling and cascading through her mental landscape until she flinched and pressed a finger against her temple. It wasn't as bad as before. The male had pressed them into a bundle with now spun like a top through her mentality. But it was still hard to focus beyond the memories, and now that the ball was rolling free in her mind, she realized that being caught within would trap her among hundreds of memories rather than just one.

Focusfocusfocusfocus...

The glass was gone. Instead, she lifted her arm and pressed her nail just below her wrist, digging in until she knew the skin would part. She drew the nail down, carving a long line in her forearm which ended when she hit her elbow joint.

The pain was minimal, but just enough to draw her back. She refocused on the female with shuttered eyelids and reddened eyes.
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Re: Fit

Post by Blood Ravenous » Sat May 31, 2008 2:54 pm

Shame on you.
Ryxa's eyelids drooped and she sighed. This vampire wasn't making any sense. She opened her mouth to angrily ask for a little more elaboration, when Jenica's eyes turned red. Further, her eyes became unfocused as she pressed a finger to her temple, and Ryxa's face showed more and more alarm as she watched. The vampire then took one of her sharp nails and drew a ragged, bloody line down the length of her lower arm. Ryxa looked a little shocked and disgusted, but also morbidly fascinated. The random self-harm was...kind of unexpected. Did it have something to do with their conversation?

Ryxa hated to be confused or ignorant of something, and every moment that passed with the vampire she became even more confused. The creature was a lunatic, plain and simple. How in the world was she supposed to control this thing to do her bidding? Perhaps that was the point. Moryldar must have known how..."off the handle"...this beast was.

The water really couldn't get warm fast enough.

Ryxa was still confronted with red eyes. As much as she didn't want to, she forced herself to begin to study her nails for dirt as if she was completely unfazed. "I think the shame belongs to you," she said quietly, as the fire crackled in the background. "You, who cannot even control yourself. As you are, I'd have to train you for you to be of any use. Do I have to?" Ryxa glanced at her, and then stood. She was just making a point, not actually asking a question, so she didn't wait for an answer.

She folded her arms and half turned so she was guardedly facing the vampire. "I'll tell you something, Jenica." Her tone made a mockery of the name. "I'd love to squeeze the life out of that willful man named Chrishton more than any other man on Pal Tahrenor. Don't get in my way, and this little arrangement of Judge Moryldar's may actually work."
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Re: Fit

Post by Jenica Sabiny » Sun Jun 01, 2008 12:43 am

Control was some human thing that meant more to them than any other creature. Humans often debated with each other over their control or lack thereof, and those with more of it were treated with respect. Control of temper, emotions, actions or otherwise.

The vampire found such concerns tiresome. If body or mind felt an impulse, she generally followed it for lack of anything better to do. If every human in the world controlled themselves with skill, the world would be a boring place.

And this female was getting boring. The vampire heard her desire to kill whoever it was the old man wanted killed, and she didn't care. This female could have at it. But the vampire had been asked to hunt him down. If she'd been a more competitive type, she would have killed this female for the suggestion of removing an assassin's mark herself. But if this female wanted to take the lead when this Chrishton person was found, the vampire would let her.

Maybe the female would fail again, and the vampire could have an amusing moment. It would all be worth it, to watch this female fail yet again.

She realized she hadn't spoken since the female's words died away. She still wanted to provoke the woman, but she could hear the servant approaching. It must mean that the bath was ready. She settled for a vague threat and allusion to their first meeting.

"Right behind you, pretty."

The servant was close enough that his footsteps rattled in her ears, though he was not yet in sight of the female. The vampire turned to follow him to wherever the water might be.
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Re: Fit

Post by Blood Ravenous » Wed Jun 04, 2008 12:41 am

Right behind you, pretty.
Ryxa kept her slightly angry expression, though she was taken aback. She had been expecting a confrontation with the way the vampire had been studying her and what had happened up until this point. She really hated the thing. It was unpredictable.

Still, the words held their own threat. Ryxa felt prickles go up her spine of what she decided was excitement, but she was lying to herself.

The servant saw Jenica's back at first, so slowed his walk. When she turned and looked at him, he gave her a practiced smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't decide on what, so he bowed slightly and motioned at the stairs to his left. He maneuvered around the railing and led the way up to the second floor at a measured pace. He was an older man in midlife, well on his way to being bald. Despite being but a servant, he was well-groomed and wearing semi-formal attire. The man had probably been doing this for most of his life, and he was fairly good at handling different types of people. Even so, he was having a hard time suffering Jenica's stench and appearance.

He brought her to one of the guest bathrooms, knowing full well that Ryxa would not want anyone else to use her bathroom but herself. He had directed the young maid to move most of Ryxa's extensive collection of cleaning supplies for the body to the smaller bathroom. When they entered, it was cluttered with shampoo bottles and ambigous closed cases, none of them bigger than hand-size. The tub was filled only a little of the way, but the faucet was spilling out as much water as it could. The pipes in the walls were creaking slightly.

The head servant did his practiced smile at Jenica again, gestured vaguely around as if to say, 'make yourself at home,' then left. A younger woman, basically a girl, had left the room she was in and made her way to where they were. She stood beside the open door until the head servant made his way out. He whispered to her and gestured madly at Jenica, then scuttled away.

The young maid timidly stepped into the room. She was wearing a plain, dull grey dress and had her hair up in a knot. She was a rather plain looking girl with a small nose and big eyes, which made her look especially intimidated by Jenica. "I'll be serving you in the house today, ma'am. Whatever you need, you can come to me. My name's Gren, just ask for Gren. May I help you take off your clothes?" Gren recited, smoothing down her skirt nervously as she did so. Ryxa had never had a guest while she had been working there, and she wasn't quite sure of what to do. At her last job, the women had worn rather elaborate clothing and required help disrobing. Jenica really...wasn't. Even so, she asked, and took a step closer. Her nose wrinkled when she smelled the stench coming off Jenica, made worse by the closed space, though the bathroom was a very nice size. So was the tub, sink, and counter that ran most of the length of the room.
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Re: Fit

Post by Jenica Sabiny » Wed Jun 04, 2008 10:50 pm

This young maid reminded the vampire of the maid her sire had gifted her. It had been ages ago, by her own reckoning, but she felt no urge to kill the young female yet. A sort of baffled creased marked her brow as she stared at the maid, wondering what she wanted and why she was here. Her question served to increase this confusion.

"No."

What could the vampire possibly need help for? Were humans so incapable that removing their own clothing became a hardship? She wouldn't have been surprised to learn such a thing, though perhaps a bit disappointed. If nothing else, she'd assumed the female with such a temper could handle herself. It wasn't the first time she'd misjudged someone.

The tub was a healthy half-way full. Jenica reached to peel the tattered shirt from her flesh, then the pants as well. She wore nothing further underneath either piece, unless dirt and grime were now counted as layers of clothing. And she did not care for her own nudity. If the maid wished to oggle, that was her own business, though it could be said that it was just lucky this servant was female and thus left alone.

The body revealed a well-established musculature which spoke further volumes of the human who had once inhabited the corpse. The rigid lines which ran along her upper arms continued along her shoulders, back and abdomen, eventually descending into her thighs, and as she perched on the balls of her feet another taut crevice revealed itself on her outer calf. These muscles had been developed and cared for.

They were the only thing. Along with the indentations she was also covered in scars, most of which lay upon her back and thighs. These were somewhat faded and no longer raised, but they were permanent etchmarks of a human life with little mercy. The scars on her stomach and her scarred inner throat were the only ones she could attribute to her vampirism, specifically to her sire; the assorted weals, half-moons and spotting of potential burns she could not.

Her eyes were fixated on the tub with a sort of dreamy look which came when she knew she was about to enter water. It was the single persistent joy she allowed herself, though whether it were hot or cold made no difference to her. She would not be able to feel the warmth beyond a certain point, and was more used to washing herself in the river sans soap or other useful human devices. She debated using them now, having recognized the bottles which rested inside the room.

She decided it was unnecessary, and dipped into the water. It was about 3/4 of the way up with the water still running. Her legs were not so bad, save for her feet; they normally had at least pants on to protect the skin from too much grimy cling. But as she lowered herself to sitting, the water became murky. Her torso was nearly beyond hope.

Now settled, the first actual smile she'd worn in days pranced over her lips as she began the steady business of rubbing her palms against her arms, torso and legs to slough off what clung to her. The water was hot and she did feel it, though only as just barely lukewarm. Without soap, the dirt took more work to force from her skin, but she was used to this. She enjoyed cleaning herself.

Now she turned to the cranks and stopped the water from its continued flow, then lied back, submerging herself. The tub was not quite long enough to fully submerge herself, and her knees poked out of the dirty water as two knobs indicating her continued presence. She raised her hands and ruffled them through her hair, causing a cloud of debris to form around her head as more dirt was pulled free. And then she was satisfied. A mental assessment took stock of her actions and decided that she'd done enough to justify a small personal reward.

She exhaled every speck of air from her lungs, flattening her chest until she was alone in the water. With the faucets off, it was quiet enough to satisfy what she wanted, and she laid there unmoving. This was the closest to joy the vampire ever felt, and she was content to stay for a long while.
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Re: Fit

Post by Blood Ravenous » Mon Jun 09, 2008 12:49 pm

No.
The maid nodded her head once, hesitatingly. A moment later she did a slight curtsey and retreated backwards. She closed the door behind her and stood beside it. Since she was given the task of watching over the guest, she would stay in case she was needed, but her cheeks still burned from asking something so stupid. Obviously the woman was used to doing mundane things; she didn't look upperclass at all. The maid sighed and stared at the floor as she heard the quiet sloshing of water. Otherwise the house was silent.

Meanwhile Ryxa was staring at her head servant as if he was insane. "Mistress, he's been in there for three days without a meal and the only water he's had was yesterday when you gave him the wet rag..."

"You mean he drank the water from it instead? I explicitly ordered him to wash himself with it." She sounded angry.

"Please Mistress, have some mercy. He'll die with this sort of treatment."

"You've been working for me for how many years?"

"...Five, Mistress..."

Ryxa grimaced. "How did you survive this long? Perhaps if you are so adamant, you'd like to trade places with him. Hmm?"

"No, Mistress."

Ryxa tapped her lip as she regarded the balding man. "Five years. Well, if you trade your bonus for water for him, then I'll be merciful."

The servant massaged his hands nervously. "Very well, Mistress, he needs it more than I."

Ryxa looked a little amused. She walked to the kitchen and filled a cup of water, then headed for the back of the room. In the corner there was a metal reinforced door, which she didn't bother to keep locked. She walked inside and descended the four steps down to the stone floor. On one side there was the water heater, and on the other was a brick-walled cell, which had thick, heavy bars. A portion as if for a child or a crawling man opened only with a key Ryxa kept hidden, even from her servants. Inside the cell was a dirty, haunted-looking man. When he saw her, his expectant look turned to horror and he retreated to the back of the cell, crying, "No touching! Please, no touching! No touching!"

"Be quiet, fool. You're noisy. Don't you want this water?"

The man licked his lips and looked at her with his sunken face. His eyes had bags beneath from lack of sleep, and he was trembling within the rags Ryxa had supplied. Normally he would be naked, in order to degrade him, but she hadn't felt like looking at him.

Ryxa approached the cage, and with her eyes never leaving his face, she placed the cup of water on the floor near the cage. Then she stood and watched as he eyed her, then the cup of water. He made his decision rather quickly, and scooted closer to the bars. Keeping one fearful eye on her, and the other hopeful eye on the drink, he reached out. First he missed, then he strained as far as he could, but could only barely touch the edge of the handle. Ryxa laughed, high and cruel, amused by his position.

"Why anyone would sacrifice for your pitiful existence is beyond me," she hissed, then nudged the cup closer with her foot. The man grabbed it and retreated, sloshing droplets of precious water on the dirty floor. He whimpered before downing the drink in a few gulps. He clenched the cup as if was his savior, and looked pleadingly at Ryxa.

She ignored him. The place smelled rather awful, so Ryxa, shaking her head in disbelief at human folly, left. She didn't need the prisoner anymore, but all the same, she wouldn't let him leave. The information about the cult that he had told her made him an accomplice to illegal magic users, so she had acted as judge and jury to sentence him to a life sentence. She was intrigued to see how long he would last.
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Re: Fit

Post by Jenica Sabiny » Wed Jun 11, 2008 1:31 am

She kept her eyes closed and remained prone in what could be considered a meditative trance, but there were no deep thoughts or concerns drifting through her brain. Here in the water, where the only persistent sound was silence, she was at peace.

Time passed, and passed. She idled in this stasis without interruptions. The water was still and had long since cooled to room temperature. She could not notice.

Hours could've gone by and she would have no knowledge; but the respite from existence could only ever be temporary. It was not herself which brought her out of her trance; a sudden pang of craving spiked through her belly, and the first movement she gave as a sign of life was a pained wince.

It was time to move again.

Her hands rose from the water and clenched the sides of the tub to drag herself to sitting. Her knees had remained above the water, dry. When she shifted they dipped below the cold water. She did not feel the sudden chill.

Her arms crooked at the elbow and raised as she stretched her torso, expanding her spine until she felt it would crack before relaxing again. She skimmed one palm over the surface of the murky water, smiling faintly at the dull sensation this created. It was not much, but she could feel the pressure of the liquid membrane pushing back at her hand, trying to keep her from puncturing the water.

She drew her hand away and clasped the edges of the tub again, pushing herself to standing. Nothing cracked or popped; no muscles needed stretching or reawakening. The body was as it always remained: in stasis.

She was used to it by now.

She stepped from the tub, large splattering puddles forming under her pads, and ruffled her hands through her sopping hair. After another moment, she shook her head hard. Droplets sprayed around her hair in a fan, covering anything nearby with a thin spray. If there were towels within the room, she didn't recognize them. Though she would have been baffled by the idea of drying off.

She stepped on her tattered clothing as she moved to the door. She could hear the young maid's heartbeat through the structure, and if she stood silent and still long enough could have pinpointed the woman's exact location on the other side. But this was unnecessary; she had no reason to know the exact location when she had no intention of killing the female. But she did have a question.

She opened the door, still naked and dripping from the bath, and tried to find the female wherever she might be standing. Her voice emerged low and gruff, cracking in the middle of her words as she spoke.

"What do you want?"

She didn't bark the question or speak with demand. She was merely curious about why this female had stayed for what the vampire assumed was a long time, as though she had nothing better to do. Perhaps she was lazy and trying to dodge work by using vampiric service as an excuse. Jenica would not care if this were the case, but she couldn't help but wonder.
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Re: Fit

Post by Blood Ravenous » Wed Jun 11, 2008 2:04 pm

It had been somewhere about an hour, or so the maid surmised. She didn't have a timepiece, and was forced to stay where she was by the head servant's orders. If the lady came out wanting help, and there was no one to assist her, it would be her hide. But it was so quiet inside the room, so the maid figured she could sit down at least. She kept her ears open for any sounds coming from downstairs or the bathroom, and sat there rather dumbly, bored. She studied her nails, stared at the wall--wondering why Ryxa had never bothered to change the horridly drab wallpaper--and was lost in thought by the time she finally heard some rather loud sloshing of water in the bathroom.

She stumbled up just in time. Jenica partially emerged, hanging between being in the hall and being in the washroom. She blinked and stood up the rest of the way as she cast a look over her left shoulder at the door diagonally behind her, resisting stomping her feet to get her legs to wake up. When she realized the woman was naked, her eyes were cast embarrassingly at the floor.
What do you want?
The girl blinked again. "I, um, ma'am," she stuttered. Her face flushed from embarrassment and confusion. "I want...to serve you?" she said, adding a dubious questioning tone to the end of her sentence. With her eyes on the floorboards, she couldn't see the other's reaction, and stood nervously brushing down the skirt and apron of her dress.

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Meanwhile, Ryxa was enjoying a book in the library and chewing absently on a carrot.
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Re: Fit

Post by Jenica Sabiny » Thu Jun 12, 2008 12:08 am

The vampire blinked once, to indicate her surprise at the response. She understood the female's purpose - a sort of personal guide through life, giving aid and guidance when needed. Long before, the vampire herself had known about and used such people. Before the body died; before she'd become familiar with ways to kill; before, when she'd lived with...

"Don't..."

The ball of memories roiled and spat one out, which engulfed her entirely. A body pressing hard against her, hurting her from the inside out, damaging certain pieces beyond repair.

She gripped the door-frame tightly enough that the strain began to make the wood groan in protest. Her other hand clenched her abdomen as she slowly sank to the floor, gasping for air she didn't need. It continued, and she released a strangled sob which cracked enough to be mistaken for a plain cry.

It passed, leaving her crouched against the floor with one arm stretched taut, still gripping the frame tightly enough that her nails carved small indentions into the grain.

She waited for the pain to pass, then a bit longer to wait out the trembles running along her arms and legs. She did not care if she appeared weak to this female, but she did not want to try and stand if she would only fall again.

As she straightened, a thin line of blood trickled down either of her inner thighs. She tilted her head at the young female and sniffed gently at the air.

"Where?"

Her eyes snapped to the side, and she shoved forward, suddenly determined to find the female who'd brought her here. A heartbeat throbbed down below, one she could hear more clearly as she descended the steps. She was not moving faster than most humans, but she was moving with purpose - the purpose of finding the female master of the servants. She was bathed; the next step was up to the other. The vampire never thought to ask the young servant if she'd been given the orders instead.
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Re: Fit

Post by Blood Ravenous » Sat Jun 14, 2008 7:25 pm

At the sound of the body next to her shifting and the groaning of wood, curiosity flitted across the girl's face as she looked up. Immediately she shouted in alarm, seeing the woman in apparent pain. She crouched beside her and made to touch her shoulder, but was afraid to. Her hand hovered uselessly by Jenica as the vampire cried out, expressing her pain. The girl cried out in response, trying to receive some indication of what was wrong. All she had to go on was, "Don't."

It was obvious the maid was panic-stricken, and unsure of what to do, as she crouched helplessly beside the trembling frame of Ryxa's guest. Rather abruptly, at least to her, Jenica stood, fluidly, painlessly. The maid fell back onto her butt in surprise. She opened and closed her mouth and pointed at the blood trickling down the woman's thighs. "My god... Are you okay?" she breathlessly said, indicating the blood. Perhaps her period is painful the servant thought.
Where?
The maid stared. She hadn't the time to respond before the other dashed away. "Wait!" she cried after her, panic-stricken once again. Her charge was still naked and obviously having a monthly freak-out, or so the girl figured. She was mortified; what if Ryxa saw how incompetent she was at serving others? This had been her only test of service other than dusting books and sweeping floors. Disappointing a Battlemage was surely horrid. Therefore, the girl rushed after her, but it took her too long to get up. The vampire was already down the stairs. "My god, wait!" she cried desperately.

"What's this commotion?" the head servant said, coming out of the kitchen. Immediately he saw Jenica striding by. He sputtered, getting red in the face, and stared at the spot where she had once been before she passed him. His eyes were bugging out by the time the maid made it down the steps, almost falling over herself to get there as soon as possible without breaking her neck. "You! What is the meaning of this?" he cried at her, shaking his fist in her direction.

"I don't know!" the other servant wailed. "Where did she go?"

"Toward the library--oh god, Mistress Ryxa is in there!" He shuffled off as fast as his rather gnarly limbs would take him--he had the physique of an old man despite his middle age. The maid rushed past him.

Jenica had already reached the room where Ryxa sat reading a book. Like a bloodhound straight to the source of a smell. She stopped and stared at Ryxa, causing Ryxa to acknowledge her nagging presence. She snapped the book shut with one hand and gave her a look. That look changed to something akin to curious worry: her brows furrowed, and she opened her mouth slightly. Her first question was, "Why are you naked?"

Then her eyes flickered to the rather bright red staining the vampire's pale thighs. "Why are you bleeding?"

Ryxa put the book down beside her and pushed herself up with the aid of the arms of the chair. Her alarm made her forget the potential violence the vampire always had stored within her frame. As she walked closer to try to see if there was a wound, the maid burst in behind Jenica, almost running into her. She quickly dodged around the stiff body in her way and took her by the arm very gently. "Oh please, Miss, come back and get dressed," she cried out. Then she spotted Ryxa, who was rather calmly standing in front of Jenica. She folded her arms as if in slow motion. The maid took this as a subtle threat, a leisurely motion of impending doom, and quickly made to explain. "I believe the Miss is...having her, you know, monthly 'problem'." When this didn't get any reaction from Ryxa, she continued, flustered, "You know, her period."

Ryxa's face twisted in sudden amusement, and she started to laugh, a mocking sound. She looked at Jenica as she laughed. Once she calmed down, she said, "Oh no, whatever-your-name-is... I doubt that part of her works any longer."

The maid covered her shocked mouth with her free hand, the other still lightly gripping Jenica's upper arm. "Oh my," she whispered, unsure of what else to say.
"Everything I touch, I break."

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Re: Fit

Post by Jenica Sabiny » Sun Jun 15, 2008 12:15 pm

"Why wouldn't I be?"

The voice crackled and stuttered against the words, and it was unclear which question the vampire was answering. There was no reason for her not to be naked or not to be in pain. Pain was a constant animal circling her person, and if others reacted to any seeming distress she might have from a sudden spike in agony, it only served to startle her.

Distantly, she became aware that someone's hand was touching her. She blinked and creased her brow, looking confused a moment. The female laughed and the two exchanged words, but her entire focus settled firmly on the hand which rested on her arm. It was non-threatening, trying to coax her to do something it wanted. This was also reflected in the young female's voice. While the other female folded her arms and even looked concerned to some small degree, the younger released a small, whimpering whisper from her mouth.

The vampire reacted. Her arm crooked and her elbow jerked, slamming towards the younger female's face. Her upper lip rose to bare her teeth and a loud, broken growl shuddered against the walls of the room as she glared down at the young servant, clenching her fists in a moment of unrestrained animal instinct.

The moment passed. She turned to look at the other, eyes burning red with cravings for violence she was struggling to contain. She spoke through clenched teeth.

"Now?"
Fountain of blood in the shape of a girl.

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