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Open for whiteknighting (or creeping :3 )

When; November 19th
Rating; PG-13? Probable blood drinking, though not without OOC permission!
Characters; Saya, Setsuna, probably Karl ~~the creeper~~, OPEN
Summary; Amnesiac Chiropteran Queen Saya didn't know (or want to accept) that she needs blood to live, and now is paying for it.
Log;

Several days' willful avoidance seemed a boon at the time, letting Saya explore her new (are they new? She still can't remember) surroundings and learn (relearn) new things, like how to help keep the house clean and how to make her own food.

...The microwave is her limit but it's progress, and she's proud of it.

At first her periodic exhaustion was an irritant, a needless distraction from what is becoming her life. Once or twice a passing thought crept up, Setsuna's question about blood, and her determination to fight through whatever was tiring her, without resorting to anything like that, redoubled: more soda and sweets, more fresh air, more can't-miss plans. Stubbornness was reprieve enough in the moment, although as it turns out, it was a temporary one. Slowly, inevitably, she had no choice but to succumb.

The wall and shaking legs barely keep Saya upright, her sluggish eyes drift over the blurred landscape. She can't name how long she's been walking, has no idea where she's ended up or how far she is from Charlie's place. But she knows, without a doubt, that she has to keep going... somehow.

Each step is near disaster as her body and vision seem to lurch in opposition. She can't call for help no matter how scared she is; it might draw Diva or Karl. So what should she do?

What's happening to her?

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There is not a single bit of disgust on Theo's face. Nor in his voice as he says, "Oh, is that all. Are you a vampire then? I didn't notice."

Which is odd, he really should have noticed, but this entire place is odd.

"Vampire?" She finally looks up at him, a spark of hope in her eyes. He knows what she is! Maybe he could tell her more.

That is odd. He would think that she would know if she was a vampire or not. "Well... the only real blood drinkers that I know of are vampires, but you don't feel like a vampire to me. You seem rather alive to me. Do you know anyone else who drinks blood around that you're friendly with?"

Hmm, it doesn't seem like he knows, either. But at least he's not frightened of her.

"Not friendly." In fact, she shies away from him at the very thought. "Karl."

"Did he attack you at any time? Or something like that?"

It'd really take something to scare Theo.

She thinks on that. He never attacked her exactly, but the way he looked at her, tried to get her to go with him...

"He scares me." That's really the core of it. "He tries to make me go with him."

It doesn't sound so bad when she says it like that, which is upsetting. But she knows, without doubt, that he is not someone she wants to be with.

Theo takes it seriously though. "All right. That's not quite what I was hoping for. Generally a vampire needs to be sired, but maybe that's not how it is for you. Still, if he scares you, you shouldn't go with him and avoid him completely."

Though now he feels a bit conflicted here. Karl did offer him a job, after all.

She nods. She's trying, but he's everywhere. However, there are more important matters at hand, she's growing weaker by the moment.

"What's sired?"

Fuck. Fuck. He notices this quickly and frowns. His blood has been rather ... heady for normal vampires (blood of a god and all that), he has no idea what it will do for or to her. With any luck a little bit enough to sustain her to get somewhere better.

"Okay. This is going to be rather stupid of me and probably for you, but you need to eat." From a pocket he pulls out a knife. It's an old looking thing, definitely not made of steel. Theo draws it across his palm muttering something as he does.

Blood wells up from the cut and he offers it to her. "I give this freely and without bindings."

Normally she might ask what he means about bindings, but the sight of his welling blood vanishes all else from her mind in a haze of red.

Her eyes flare bright red as she leans down, grasping his hand with considerable strength and lapping up the blood he's offered.

Well, he is a necromancer and if he wanted to - at least in his world - bind an undead to him if he gives them his blood. He's letting her know that he's not going to require a service from him or try and make her one of his.

He watches her drink and watches her color.

Other than the bright, glowing red of her eyes, nothing much changes as Saya drinks... not her fill, but enough to ease her pain sufficiently.

She pulls back, eyes averted, wiping her mouth with a sleeve.

Theo pulls a worn and bloodstained handkerchief out of a pocket and wraps it around his palm. He's obviously done something like this before.

"How are you feeling?"

He's wondering if his blood has any effect on her as well. Every vampire that he's fed has always felt a bit stronger than normal, at least for a little while. And a bit inclined to do whatever he says.

She does feel stronger, but she has no comparison to Theo's blood from which to draw conclusions. She also feels sick, but that has very little to do with her physical status.

"I'm fine." A bland voice for a half-truth.

"You know a lot about... my kind?"

"I know a lot about vampires, but I don't know so much, perhaps about your particular variety." He's going to be honest here. Messing about with the undead and getting it wrong is very dangerous.

"Oh." She's at once relieved and disappointed. Her desire to know herself is rivaled only by her fear of what the truth must surely be.

"How do you know so much?" He doesn't seem -- or feel -- dangerous in the slightest, so he must not be someone who is after these vampires... or those like her.

No, he's not. That'd be silly of him. She hasn't done anything wrong after all.

"Here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable to sit and I'll tell you about vampires."

That doesn't always stop people -- Saya somehow feels that threat keenly, despite not remembering the experience herself.

"Okay." She rises and follows without comment, and also without any stumbling this time.

He finds a bench for them to sit at sits down. After she's sat, he says, "You've never heard of a vampire, ever?"

She sits, and then immediately shifts at the discomfort of having to answer his question.

"I don't remember anything before waking up here. I even forgot how to talk and dress myself." So that'd be a no.

Really?

Huh.

Theo mentally rearranges what he was going to say to her. "Let's go with the basics then and work our way up from there. Do you know what undead are?"

"Well... I'm going to guess they're like the City dead. Right? A dead person who still walks and talks?" It seems logical, at least...

"Yes, like that. Most undead that I know of, however, are created by intent sort of. You don't just die and wake up an undead. Except maybe in the case of ghosts, but generally speaking that's from the person who died's intent to return to life and haunt someone." Theo pauses here as he realizes he's running off on academic terminology.

"Vampires are a form of undead. They're classified as intelligent, non terrain hindered undead with living tendencies. Which means they're fairly close to being alive, except that they require blood to drink as opposed to other kinds of food sources. This isn't to say that they can't imbibe any other sorts of things, it's just that blood is how they get anything to survive on."

"Oh..." This is a lot of new information, but she grasps most of it.

"Is that what I am?" She's not cold like Karl, but maybe she's just different.

"Honestly, I don't know. That's the closest thing I can think of."

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