Even in dead, we are alive - Nicholas

Appearance - black laced-up boots that ends right before the knee, a deep red dress that looks like smoke around her body and a cape in black wool to hide her bare shoulders.

Weather - kinda cold, with a sky filled with stars and a bright moon, and a light cold breeze.

Sorroundings - drunk people, poor people, beggars and thieves.

Time - around 1am or so.

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Being who she was, staying home alone was the most abvious thing to do tonight. She was cold, tired, hungry and a bit angry about her empty life. But what could she do about it? She was missing a piece of her, of her soul. Her heart, which was no longer beating, was cold and hard as the ice I her veins - shutting off her internal warmth and her power to make fire and work with her pyromancy. She was no longer herself. Though her face told the story of a beautiful young lady with a troublesome mind, it didn't tell about the pain she was suffering. It showed in any way that she was a vampire and a powerful one at that. Only, her powers were nearly gone due to her hunger. But devouring these street rats wouldn't give her satisfaction. Not now, not ever. Blood, and lust. The two things she couldn't keep at bay. At never at the same time. She would love to be able to be with a man again, and be able to feed of him at the same time, as she used to to with Sean.
Sean... That piece of... No. None of that, not now..

She walked, amongst the people looking like they could've been dead - scurrying around on the ground, trying to maybe catch a falling piece of jewelry or a coin - looking like a goddess amongst the dead. She was pale, a beauty. Her black hair was loose, waving in the breeze, showing off her cleavage where the pendant with Sean's crest still had its place. She would never let that pendant leave her side. Even though she hated him for leaving her undead life, she would never leave him. But, he would never know.
On her ring finger, a gorgeous ring made of gold had its place. The gem was black as the sky, and as her hair. It showed who she was - Lady Nephthys Storyteller Tenniel, the first of her line. And those who touched her loved ones, her friends and her allies would lay dead before her sooner or later.

The streets in the part of the city was covered in everything from guts, blood and feces to dead animals and vomit. No wonder she only wore a mediocre dress tonight for her stroll.

Outfit: A dirty dark blue shirt, a worn vest with a fancy pattern under a black rugged coat, dark pants and brown shoes.

Another night, another house call, what made this night worse than others was the fact that the patient was a child, lucky enough it seemed to be a mild fever, all he had to do was be in contact with the child so his healing powers could boost the child's immune system and let the body do the rest. As he walks out the door he turns around to the parents leading him out. "Remember to keep him hydrated and he should up on his feet in a day or two" The father fishes out a pouch of copper for him but he refuses it and encourages them to use it on their child instead, he gives them a nod and walks off down the street. He never charged anyone when dealing with children, he had a soft spot for them, they're the little innocent that's left in this world. He missed tutoring the young back in the day, so eager to learn. Now the only time he sees children are when they are wounded, sick or dying.. He had hopes of maybe bringing back the tutoring in the future some day.

After a short walk he stops by one of his suppliers he told to meet around this time, It's not like he was missing anything back home, but it was on his way so why not restock a bit while he had the chance, he handed him a small pouch of silver and got some vials containing  antiseptics and disinfectants, a few rolls of thread and some syringe needles. Of course he could get this from the market, but getting it from private suppliers was cheaper, plus if you know what to look for, you could differentiate the quality and stick to good suppliers, how they got the supplies was no doubt by illegal means but that was none of his business.
As he packs the supplies in his bag he sees her, she sticks out like a wolf among a herd of sheep. Her radiating red dress, her pale complexion, the fancy jewelry, she was far from home, and she was not human, that much was clear. She had to be a vampire or a demon by the looks of her, he had only encountered one vampire in his lifetime before, at least to his knowledge, and he still had the scars from that day. She was walking his way, why was she here of all places? and not even hiding what she was, was she on the hunt? nah, doubtful, she was probably just here to meet someone. She was getting close, but he couldn't help but to stare at her.

It felt normal, just walking through the masses of people. And why shouldn't it? She was, after all, not like them anymore. A man stood out to her, a man who stared at her. She couldn't quite decide, if he was friendly or not. It looked like, frem her perspective, that he couldn't harm a fly. So, with no urgent need to share his gaze, she just shook it off. After all, why should a lady share a mans gaze without knowing him? It wouldn't be found correct by the standards of her new life.
Alas, at she passed him - leaving a trail of streetbeggars and starving creatures behind her, too terrified to touch her - she shortly looked deep into his eyes. It was nothing more than a meere second, and still, she saw something that rather caught her interest. He was a doctor, and one of a higher moral than most. Atleast, that was what his eyes told her. The story could be ever so different, without her knowing. But she trusted her feelings, as she always had, and stopped. Behind her, some om the streetfolks gasped, with no apparent reason to. She nodded at the doctor, with a lille smile showing. She was, after all, a lady. No need to be rude or unpleasant. Maybe, and just maybe, he could help her? Nothing big, never anything big. Trusting people with big tasks led to big disappointment. Do what you need done yourself.
''I see that You're out for a housecall, my dear Doctor?'' She asked, with as much of her patience as she could manage. She was rather impatient, no news there. She was starving, yet she couldn't get herself to feast upon him - maybe because her meals normally were lords or ladies and not a doctor in the Rotten Root District.
But maybe... She needed a housedoctor at the manor? Maybe he was interested? Of course, she was not to ask now. She needed to know, if he was any good first. No drunks, no addicts. That was her two most sturdy priorities. The only thing someone was allowed to crave at the manor was nurisment. Water and normal food for the humans, and blood and sex for her. Why noone was told that at once, was that only her butler Carson knew, what went on in the master bedroom. Not even the ladies maid was allowed in there outside the agreed hours.
Nephthys look at the man, expecting an answer. If he could not provide her with one, she should just move on. Noone had use of a mute doctor anyways.

Days around this district were never dull, what visitors experienced when being here, people that lived here had gotten used to along time ago. And everyone could usually spot the new people that came. For some that was an opportunity to scam them since they lacked the knowledge of how things operated here. For non human, they might see an easy prey, bad things happened here all the time, everyone would look the other way, like always. That's partly why he settled down here, no one here pretended to be something they weren't. Everyone here got stomped on by the people in the higher districts, there was barely, if any medical help to find. It was hard work, but good work, kept him busy and made him sleep better knowing he helped someone in need. Though living here had made him more cynical than he was before, there was just certain ways things had to be that couldn't be changed, so as time went by it was just accepted.
As she got closer, their eyes met for a second but she looked away and kept walking which broke his trance, he thanked the supplier and gave him a small pouch and turned around just to meet her gaze again, but this time he could feel her eyes pierce through his, giving him a chill down the spine. As she approached him he saw her nod and gave one back, mustering half a smile. "Yes indeed, i just finished and was on my way home" He looks around her and tries to figure her out. "And what brings a lady like yourself to these parts, at this hour? If i may ask" He said, curious to what she was up to. It wasn't often he'd see someone like her in this district, among the downtrodden. It was clear she felt she was above the so called filth that lived here, then again that describes pretty much everyone out of the district. Maybe her not being human boosted that vibe, hard to tell just yet.

Was it that obvious that he was a doctor, did he really give off that vibe? or was there more to it. And why approach him, did she need his medical expertise with something, that had to be it right? Why else contact him, its not like he knew anything important to anyone. If that was the case then he would of course help her with what she needed. But she looked healthy to him, and there didn't seem to be any urgency to her walk, so there was probably more behind it. Only time would tell.

Hvad der bragte hende til Rotten Root var ganske simpelt: lyst. Hun havde behov for at vende tilbage til sine rødder og huske hvem hun engang havde været før hun kunne fortsætte med at være den hun var.
''Ganske simpelt, kære doktor. Jeg havde lyst til at gå en tur.'' Sagde hun med et lille smil, inden hun så sig lidt rundt.
''Må jeg foreslå at vi går sammen lidt? Det ville gøre mig megen glæde hvis De havde tid til at holde mig med selskab? Det er så sjældent at andre intelligente mennesker er ude på denne tid.'' Sagde hun og ganske rigtigt håbede en accept fra ham. Naturligvis kunne hun gå videre selv, men det var altid mere hyggeligt med en at gå med, og hun fornemmede lidt at en læge måske ville være godt selskab.
Og så var der jo hendes lille mission: at finde en der ville være med på at prøve at hjælpe hende.
''Jeg håber ikke at De frygter at jeg har skumle bagtanker - sådanne planer behøver De ikke være bange for ved mig - jeg er ganske harmløs for det meste.'' Sagde hun med et lille varmt smil - men det var tydeligt at hun var sulten og svag. Selv en svag vampyr ville være farlig, men Nephthys kunne kontrollere sig selv nogenlunde selv i sulten.

The more he looked at her the more he noticed how she really stood out in the crowd, not because of her fancy clothes or her jewelry, but her beauty, she was stunning. Her beauty aside, it was hard for him to believe she was just out for a walk but he saw no harm in humoring her. "Yeah, i don't have any early plans tomorrow so i suppose it couldn't hurt" he said with a smile thinking back. There was no patient scheduled the next day which meant a day solely focusing on his studies. Studies that actually included vampires, a coincidence he had no problems with. Besides, she seemed nice and not trying to hide the fact that she was a vampire, which led him to believe that she wasn't on a hunt. This would be a good time to observe a creature of the night as well. Maybe getting to know her, it all depended on what laid ahead of course.
"Hah, I'm sure you are." he said with a light chuckle. "Alright then, I'm all yours" He started walking with her as he asked her a question "So where are you from miss?" not knowing her name he got reminded that he never gave her his name earlier. "I'm sorry, i didn't even introduce myself. My name is Nicholas Dunham" Looking at her with a smile. This would be an interesting walk indeed. There was no better opportunity to get some answers to how a vampire was, how they lived. Besides the fierce patient he had some time ago, all his knowledge of them were from books and rumors. It's not like there were few of them, more the fact that they were hard to spot, at least for him, not that he went looking for them of course, that would be a death sentence.

Hun vidste ikke helt hvorfor, men han virkede langt mere rolig ved det faktum at hun var en vampyr, end de fleste gjorde. Spørgsmålet var nok mere, hvor hørte hun til? Hvor hun kom fra, var totalt ligemeget i hendes optik. Det var som om, ligemeget hvor meget hun havde kæmpet for at glemme det liv hun engang levede så var folk opsatte på at hun ikke måtte glemme sin fortid.
''Tenniel.. Nephthys Tenniel.'' Sagde hun roligt, en introduktion hun håbede ikke ville lede for megen opmærksomhed hen på hvem hun faktisk var. Nephthys Storyteller-Tenniel var oprindeligt en shapeshifter fra en klan der havde været kendt for deres umenneskelige torturmetoder og slavehandel. Nephthys var den eneste tilbage efter hendes familie var blevet slagtet. Menneskerne havde fået nok af hendes familie og det havde ledt hende væk fra det hele. Dengang Sean reddede hende - sådan som hun så det - droppede hun at identificere sig med Storyteller-klanen. Dog, det var hendes familie, så navnet havde hun beholdt.
''Jeg er bosat i Angerforge-distriktet, men gyderne her har været mit hjem det meste af mit liv. Og Dem?'' Spurgte hun med et varmt smil, for at vise at hun ikke var helt kold over for samtalerne om hende selv.
''Jeg tror faktisk at navne nok er det mest overvurderede. Vi identificerer os med andre gennem et tilnavn.. Underligt nok, har det aldrig været min kop te. Man er forbundet gennem blod og minder, ikke gennem en række bogstaver sat sjovt sammen.'' Sagde hun mens hun begyndte at gå, forventende at han ville gå med hende.
''Jeg kan lige så godt afslører med det samme, Doktor Dunham, jeg søger dit selskab af to grunde. Første og fremmest så har lægevidenskaben altid været en hobby for mig. Mest af alt naturmedicin, det hører lidt til hvem jer er. For det andet, så søger jeg en huslæge. En mand jeg kan stole på til at tilse mine folk og migselv, skulle behovet opstå. Og De, er den eneste mand der ikke har truet mig på livet, på trods af at De ved hvad jeg er.'' Sagde hun og så hen på ham. Så man godt efter, kunne man se alle hendes ar. Mange af dem var fra da hun var barn. Lyttede man efter, kunne man hører at hendes udtale på ordene kom lidt til kort, grundet halvdelen af hendes tunge manglede. Kendte man til hendes slægt, ville man vide at skamferingen af børnene var et krav. De fik altid selv valget om hvilken skamfering der var tale om, men de kunne ikke undslippe det. Hendes bror var blind, dengang han levede, og hende selv havde mistet taleevnen gennem at få klippet sin tunge ud.

As he'd never had a real conversation with a vampire he had no idea how she felt about him, if she expected him to fear her, or look up or down at her. But the fact was that he saw her as everyone else. In his mind no creature was above another, no matter their title, actions or role in life. Everyone would always be equal to him, except for one person, as much as he tried to forgive and see him as an equal. He had no idea what he would do if he met him. As he heard her name he thought about it, trying to think if he had heard of it before, but there was nothing, he had no idea who she was. Maybe that was a good thing, maybe a bad thing, either way he felt like he could trust her. "Nice to meet you Miss. Tenniel." He said with a smile. When she said her home was from this very district it made him smile even wider, now that he knew where she hailed from he had more respect for her knowing she was not born with wealth, which meant she would have humility, something that was a rare commodity these days. "Ayy, that's good to hear, i was born and raised in this district, lived here most of my life as well.." ending his sentence with a sad tone. It had made him think back, remembering things. There was some good, but there was a lot more bad memories that came to mind. But now was not the time to be somber, he was accompanying an interesting lady after all.
What she said about names made him think, he did agree with names not identifying who you are. If your family was known for violence it didn't mean you should be, same goes the other way around, if a family was known for the good they did for the people in need, it didn't mean you should be known for the same. One should be judged by their actions, not their names. However, he was not entirely sure about the other part, blood didn't have to mean anything, not a single person in what he considered family, shared his blood. But they did share memories, so there was some truth to what she said.. "I can see truth in that.. yes." He said with a curious tone in his voice as he walked by her side.

When she revealed the real reason she talked to him it made him smile again. It was always pleasant talking medicine with someone, but the fact that she tried to get him as a personal doctor was not that great. He had met several rich people wanting to buy him for themselves like he was a whore, but he appreciated the way she went about it, telling him how he would be part of their team and not cutting straight to his price. It made him feel better about her offer. But even with that, he had to refuse. He didn't have the right to accept even if he wanted to, when he took his oath as a doctor he swore that he would help any creature in need, and being a personal doctor would break that oath and leave the people in the district with one less doctor, something that would be catastrophic for a lot of people. "I can stay up all night talking medicine with you, but as for the offer.. i have to refuse, it is not my choice to make.. But that said, if something happens, you can always send for me and i will help any way i can." He said in a calm and friendly tone. Trying to make her understand that he could not be a part of a single household. "And as for what you are, it does not matter to me, everyone is equal in my eyes.. I always try to see the best in people, even if i have scars to prove me wrong.." He ended with smile that hinted of sadness. Despite what had happened to him, he never gave up on people, it was not in his nature to do so.

When he finished his talk about scars, he had been noticing her scars as well, along with her speech impediment, probably involved with her scars. It made him wonder about her past but it was not in his place to ask, he had no right to know her past until she told him, so he would ignore it until that happened. Everyone had their scars, weather it was physical or not, everyone would have their battles. He knew he had plenty, even though some scars hurt as he thought about them, they were all a sign of victory, something you had overcome.

Hun forstod udemærket hans grund for afslaget, og han skulle ikke høre for det på nogen negativ vis.
"Jeg forstår, doktor." Sagde hun blot inden hun gik videre, med et lille smil på læben. Hun følte sig underligt nok hjemme her, med dem der nærmest intet havde.
"Det var heller ikke for at ligge beslag på Dem. Jeg ville blot høre Dem om der var mulighed for lige præcis det de selv har givet udtryk for." Sagde hun med et smil, inden hun så lidt hen på ham.
"At stole på vampyrer, det er en farlig leg, doktor. Det kan jeg bevidne." Sagde hun, inden hun gik videre.
Nicholas troede måske at det var en leg, at alle væsner viste deres natur på et tidspunkt. Måske... selv var hun ved at omkomme af sulten, men at udsætte ham for det ville være hensynsløst.
Men.. stolede han på hende? Havde hendes skaber nogensinde stolet på hende? Havde hun nogensinde stolet på ham?... nej. Hun havde elsket ham - men tillid var en ting der lå på et meget lille sted hos hende.
Hun bed sammen, ensomheden tog over så småt. Carson, Poppy og Sean var de eneste væsner hun havde kontakt til. De eneste der kendte lidt til hende, og stadig havde kontakt med hende.. måske skulle hun bare gøre det? Måske skulle hun skabe noget selv, få et bånd til en hun kunne stole på pr. definition. Det lå næsten i kortene. Et menneske, ved navn Nicholas... hendes skabers navn... det var enten tarvelig ironi, eller perfekt timing. Ikke desto mindre tog hendes sult og hendes ensom hurtigt over - og efterlod hende hungrende efter blod og nærvær.
Resultat skræmte de fleste...
hun stod en halv meter fra ham, og så på ham. Hendes smil var mindre end før, men stadig til stede. Hun gik hen til ham, lagde hovedet lidt på skrå og bed sig i underlæben. Hendes hurtighed var en fordel, han kunne næppe undvige hende da hun greb i hans skuldre og pressede ham op af muren. Den var kold og klam at røre ved, men hun var ligeglad. Hun fik rykket hans krave væk, og så ham kort i øjnene. Hendes øjne var grå og livlige - som flydende sølv.
Det tog hende ikke lang tid at tvinge sine hugtænder frem, og borede dem i hans hals med et dyrisk støn. Hun havde to ting for øje; mad, og skabelse. Hun ville drikke ham tør, så han var tvunget til at blive hos hende.
Mens hun drak holdt hun ham fast med et knæ mod hans ædlere dele og hans hænder mast mod hans ryg og op af muren. Med hendes ene frie hånd vendte hun sin dukkert fra hendes lårbind om så dem skar en dyb flænge i hendes håndled. Mens hun drak lystigt tvang hun hans mund op og tvang håndleddet mod hans læber. Drak han det ikke så ville han drukne i det. Ingen forvandling var behagelig.
"Drik det doktor.. ellers er jeg nødt til st efterlade dig.." hviskede hun mod hans øre. Hendes stemme var bedende, som om det var nybagt det gik op for hende hvad hun havde dømt ham til. Men der var ingen vej tilbage.

He was happy to hear she took it that well, he was used to people that wanted him to throw a tantrum, making threats and the like. But she seemed to understand where he was coming from, why he couldn't accept her offer, and he respected her more for it. Then he heard he explanation and he could understand what she meant. "I'm happy to hear it, and it's quite alright, i understand." He returned a smile to her as he said it. Listening to her warning about trusting vampires made him think a bit about it, but he wouldn't change how he felt. He didn't worry that much about what could happen to him, he was more worried that someone might need his help, and them being whatever race would not scare him away.
"Thank you for the warning Ms. Tenniel, but i assure you its not a game to me, its a part of the job. If i have to take a few hits to help someone, then so be it. I'll survive.." He said with a more serious voice. The feeling of letting someone die because he was too afraid was worse than any pain that could be inflicted on him. It had happened before in the war, and he promised himself it would never happen again, even if it killed him. He should have died in the war either way, he was just living on borrowed time at the moment, hoping it would last as long as possible with Lucile before he faced whatever justice awaited him.

He notice there was no more people around them, it wasn't too alarming seeing as it was getting quite late, but then she stopped and looked at him with a different look than before, which made him curious to what she was thinking about, was it something she was going to tell him, another reason to why she talked with him maybe? But when she walked up to him and bit her lip he understood what was happening, he could tell what she wanted. "What are you d.." Before he could react, she pressed him up against a wall with his hands behind his back, making it impossible to fight back, which he tried to do. "Nononono not now.." He said with a strained voice trying to move with all his strength. It was no use, he was at her mercy, all he could do was hope she would not drain him dry and let him go. However, that didn't stop him from trying to struggle, but when he felt her razor sharp teeth pierce his skin and sink into his flesh, all he could focus on was the pain. He lets out a loud grunt as his throat is torn apart by her teeth, the pain was immense and he clenched his teeth as his grunts and groans continued. The eyes he saw right before she did this was different than before, they seemed dead, lacking emotion and remorse.

He carried no ill feelings towards her, he knew she was only feeding, it was the natural order of things, he was just unlucky enough to be the pray. But he still had hope that he would survive, because as much as he deserved dying, he couldn't leave Lucile yet, not now, not like this. "Please.." He started pleading, hoping she would have mercy on him and spare his life. He was starting to get very lightheaded and struggled to stay awake from the blood loss in his body. He had almost become entirely limp when he felt her hand press against his lips. Her blood ran down his throat and he tried swallowing the best he could, coughing from the amount the came down, in his mind he was choking on his own blood, not realizing that it was her blood he was drinking. It was hard hear what she said but he got the sense that he should continue swallowing his blood, so he did what he could in his half conscious state. He was too disoriented to know what was going on anymore, other than the fact that he was dying. All he could think about as he was pressed against the wall was Lucile, and how he had let her down, she was now left alone to care for their child, with Ramsey after her, and here he was, dying because he trusted the wrong person. Thinking back it was only a matter of time before this would happen either way, at least he had the best time of life with her, leaving on a high note. A faint moan left his lips as he slowly started to drift off.

Hun vidste at han villebesvime, at han ville føle en utrolig smerte - måske i op til flere dage... hun vidste at efterlade ham ville være at dømme ham til døden.
Hun så på ham, da han begyndte at døse hen. Hun havde ondt af ham - hendes forvandling havde været hendes ønske - Nicholas havde intet valg haft. Hun forbandede sig selv tavst over det.
"Bare rolig.. jeg har dig... bare giv slip.." sagde hun efter hun havde sluppet hans hals. Hun var ligeglad med hendes eget sår. Hun havde det langt bedre, hun havde spist. Lige nu var han førsteprioritet. Hun greb ham om livet og hev ham op på sine skuldre, inden hun tog hans taske med sig og begav sig gennem gaderne, hjem til villaen i Angerforge Distrikt. Hvis han ikke gjorde påstår eller oprør, så ville hun ligge ham i hendes ene gæsteværelse. Hun huskede hvordan hendes tid havde været, og hun ville gøre det så nemt for ham som muligt. Nu var det bare at se om han vågnede.
Hun gik direkte ind gennem hoveddøren, inden Carson kom ud - og så forfærdet på hende.
"Klap i, Carson og gør badeværelset klar." Sagde hun stille, inden hun gik over til trappen og bar ham op ovenpå. Gæsteværelset var mørkt og køligt, og der var et sideløbende badeværelse.
Hun lagde ham i sengen, og stillede hans taske på natbordet. Hun tog en skraldespand - Tom, naturligvis - hen ved siden af sengen tilfældet af at han fik det skidt.
Carson havde gjort badeværelset ved hendes soveværelse klar, og gik stille ind i rummet.
"Badet er klar.. skal jeg finde din taske med nål og tråd frem?" Spurgte han, og så bekymret på hende.
"Nej, find du bare din te og den bog igen.. sov godt Carson" sagde hun roligt, inden hun så på Nicholas igen.

He couldn't struggle anymore, he finally drifted off and went completely limb in her arms, making her have full control over him. He was too far gone too far gone to hear what she was saying, it was just static for him. But he didn't feel threatened anymore, like he was past what just happened, either because he was dead or because he somehow had hopes of surviving.

He was completely out until he landed on a bed, he woke up to someone talking. But he was not completely awake, he managed to open his eyes for a few seconds at a time. As he woke up, his body feels like it was beaten and he had barely energy to tilt his head a bit to the side, but doing so he felt enormous pain around his throat making him groan from it. He starts to remember what happened again and is left confused to it all. How was he alive? Did she stop to save his life? And if that was the case then why would she do that? His neck is stiff and horrible, his throat is dry and he had a metallic taste in his mouth, it felt weird, he knew it was blood, probably his own, but it felt slightly different from before. He manages to move his neck a bit more, enduring the pain it gives, but then he sees her and his breathing becomes irregular. It wasn't so much the fact that she scared him, she just made him anxious, he had no idea why she did any of this, which made him think of worst case scenarios. Was he going to be a blood bank for her, so she could keep feeding on him? or even worse, would she turn him? The fears kept creeping in his mind until he finally asked. "Where... are we..?" He struggles with forming words, getting them out with a very faint voice.

"Du er hjemme hos mig. Bare rolig, der sker dig ikke mere.. undskyld.." sukkede hun og gned sit ansigt lidt. Hun skulle forklare ham... men ikke nu. Hun så hen på ham og satte sig på hans sengekant.
Hun så på hans hals, og bed sig lidt i læben. Hun vidste ikke hvad hun skulle sige... hun havde reageret på impuls, instinkt... hun var en idiot, hun havde skadet et andet menneske...
"... jeg...." hun gned igen sit ansigt. Hun anede ikke hvad hun kunne gøre format hjælpe ham, ikke før han var overgået til blod..
"Har du meget ondt..?" Spurgte hun stille og så undskyldende på ham..

(Sorry det er kort..)

As he heard where he was it calmed him down a bit, it meant he was still in the city at least, which was relieving. She also seemed sorry about what she had done to him, but he still felt the same, he didn't blame her for just feeding on him, he was actually grateful that she let him live, and didn't just leave him to die on the street like most probably would. He was a bit cautious when she approached him and sat by his side, he did trust her, but he didn't know her, he had no idea if she would suddenly start again. He noticed she was having a hard time speaking to him, so he clears his throat as best he can to become easier to understand, just clenching his teeth as the pain comes.
When she asks if it hurts badly he almost feels guilty, it was so weird, she was the one who did this to him, but him just laying there groaning in pain felt as if he was judging her, which he wasn't, so he played it off. "It's not.. that bad.." His voice was still faint, but less so than earlier. He was still curious to what she doing with him, so he deals with the pain to talk to her. "What.. are you pla.. planning to do with.. me?" His voice becomes less faint the more he talks, but you could hear him tensing his muscles to deal with the pain easier.

// no problem ^^ somtimes its fitting with short ones to just get something said, and sometimes you have to rely on an snwer before you can write more. i dont mind

Hun skammede sig. Det var ikke fair, at hun havde gjort det mod hans vilje, men hun havde ikke tænkt. Hun havde blot reageret på det hun genkendte fra hele sin barndom og fra mange af årene med Sean.. Ensomheden..
''Jeg har ingen planer om at tvinge dig til at blive, eller tvinge dig til noget andet for den sags skyld.. Jeg handlede på dårlig vis, og jeg undskylder.. Du har ikke fortjent denne skæbne, som så mange andre heller ikke har.. Jeg kan ikke gøre andet end at tilbyde min viden og forståelse omkring hvad der sker med dig..'' sagde hun stille, og så lidt ned på hendes egne hænder. Hun følte sig som et monster, ondskabsfuld og led..
Hun kunne ikke gøre det godt igen, og det vidste hun.
''Du er fri til at gå, når du føler dig klar til det. Men, forvandlingen tager tid.. En uge måske.. Den bliver smertefuld - mere end den allerede er.. Jeg kan kun anbefale at du bliver her indtil det er overstået - her er du trodsalt blandt ligemænd..'' sagde hun stille, flygtende at han ville hade hende for det.

When she said that he was free to leave anytime and that she had no plans for him it made him calm down, that meant he could leave as soon as he was able to. But then he got worried, she talked about his fate, about something happening to him. It made his eyes go wide open as he looked at her "Wha.. what are you t..." His voice was full of worry as he stopped himself. It started to make sense now, how he survived, but he was still in denial, he didn't want to believe what she had done to him. But then he got his confirmation, transformation, with the same kind?... He realized what was happening, the blood in his mouth, it wasn't his, its was hers... As soon as she finished he leaned over the bed and started to throw up what he could in the bucket, desperately hoping it would help. Then he leaned up against the back frame of the bed, so full of adrenaline that he barely noticed the pain it brought him. "Nonono this can't be happening... Please tell me you didn't..." He said with a pleading voice.

It wasn't the fact that he had anything against vampires, but he had made a promise to Lucile that he wouldn't do this, and he had no idea how he would change, would he keep his emotions? Would he still feel for her? Would he become a killer?.. There was so much going through his mind at the moment and he was panicking. Hoping that it wasn't a sealed deal just yet, that she could undo it. "Please... help me... don't let me become this.." His voice was cracking as he said it. It was almost like he preferred to die instead so Lucile wouldn't have to go through with this. But the thing stopping him from that thought was the fact that maybe he could use it to his advantage against Ramsey at least. Then he looks up at Nephthys with confused shaky eyes. "Why would you do this to me?.." His voice was almost hopeless as he could not see any positives to it.

Hans reaktion overraskede hendes ikke - hvorfor skulle det? Han var skræmt, paniks. Men hendes tro havde aldrig landet på at det var på grund af en pige.
"Skal jeg forklare dig det? Hvorfor jeg tvang dig op mod muren, eller hvorfor jeg i sidste sekundet besluttede mig for at redde dit liv?" Hun så på ham med et løftet øjenbryn. En smule utaknemmeligt, var han ikke?
Hun sukkede. Skulle hun fortælle ham hvad der er skete dengang, hvad der gjorde hende så ensom? Sean kunne ikke - og ville ikke - tale med hende om det, logisk nok.
"Du vil hade mig for svaret.." sukkede hun og gned sit ansigt.
Kunne hun fortælle ham om Dean, om hendes skaber, om Sean? Nej, det kunne hun ikke - han kunne ikke vide den slags om hende når hun ikke vidste om han ville blive..
"Nicholas, en ting jeg er god til, er at høre andres tanker og følelser.. og du... du er bange for at du bliver et monster. Er det det du ser mig som? Et monster?" Spurgte hun, og man kunne se på hende at svaret han kom med ville afgøre en hel del omkring deres fremtidige forhold.

The way she responded made him feel guilty again, she had a point. He knew going too long without feeding would make vampires loose control, it was the same with demons and he still remembered how Lucile almost ate him when they met. If that was the reason she made him into this, then it would be more understandable, seeing as she didn't know him or how it would complicate his whole life. "I'm sorry.." He says as his voice is getting calmer, the way she talked made him realize there was nothing that could stop it, so there was no reason to panic, it was already set in stone.
Then he got curious, why would he hate her, and was there more behind this than saving his life? "Try me" He says, hoping for an answer to make him understand.
When he heard she could hear his thoughts it made him weary, thinking back to what he had thought about. But as she continued, he looked at her seriously as he said. "No, i don't... I know your kind needs to feed to survive, i don't have anything against that, its just the way it is. But for me its different.. I took an oath, i can't go against it.. and feeding on people would do just that." His voice is calm and sad, thinking about it he would probably starve to death at some point, there was no way he would hurt others to survive himself.

Nicholas var en ganske speciel ung mand. Hun forstod ham ikke helt, ikke hans syn på verdenen. Man gjorde hvad man var nødt til, hvad der kunne redde en selv. For at kunne overleve måtte man enten dræbe eller gemme sig for evigt. Hun kunne ikke tillade hendes race ville dø fordi nogen ikke ville gøre skade, så ville hun gøre det for dem.
"Jeg har ikke altid været vampyr.. jeg blev født ind i en klan der lemlæstede for morskabens skyld. selv har jeg aldrig set det sjove i mord, men det kan være nødvendigt. Jeg dræber ikke, ikke hvis der er en anden mulighed. Hvorfor dig? Hvorfor valgte jeg dig?" Hun så ham direkte i øjnene.
"Du bærer min søns øjne. Hans smil... hans blik." Hun sukkede svagt.
"Jeg var ensom, sulten... enten skulle jeg lade dig dø, ellers skulle jeg tage dig med mig. Jeg er oprigtigt ked af, at jeg har påbudt dig..." sagde hun stille inden hun rejste sig fra sengen.
"Jeg vil med glæde besvare dine spørgsmål, når du er kommet til kræfter.." sagde hun stille, inden hun bevægede sig hen mod døren.

When she said that she was not always a vampire it surprised him, maybe it was because of what happened, but he just couldn't picture her being anything else. As she continued he felt concern for her, it was a weird feeling, but she was growing on him. He reaches out and places his hand on hers "You are not defined by your name.." He said faintly. She might have been from a horrendous clan, but he could see that she was not like that, otherwise he wouldn't be there, alive.

The reason she turned him didn't make him mad, quite the opposite actually, he became sad, feeling worse for her. "I'm sorry.." his voice got more quiet as his adrenaline was wearing off and the pain started to set in again. It was clear she had remorse for what she did to him but he didn't blame her for any of it, which might seem weird but there was something about her that he couldn't shake. "It's alright Nephthys.. i don't blame you for this... what's done is done, there is no changing the past.." He said as he slid back down in his bed and she got up and walked away. "Thank you.." he says as she walked towards the door. He started tensing his muscles as the pain was getting worse. He had to get over this quickly, the longer he stayed here the more likely Lucile would get caught by Ramsey.

Nephthys vidste at han ikke kunne tilgive hende med det samme. Hun havde svært ved at tilgive sig selv, dengang hun lod sig forvandle. Men nu, hun levede livet i rigdomme og flotte hjem.
"Jeg forstår dig ikke.." sukkede hun stille.
"Jeg er født og opvokset med at skulle dræbe for at overleve. Jeg er vant til det.. du, derimod, vil ikke kunne komme over de smerter indtil du får blod.." sagde hun stille, da hun så smerten tegnet i hans ansigt. Hun gik hen til ham igen, satte sig på hug ved siden af sengen.
"Nicholas, du behøver ikke skade andre for at få blod - ikke så længe du er her. Jeg stiller mig gerne til rådighed. Vampyrblod smager måske ikke så godt, men det kan holde dig i live og holde sindssygdommen væk.." sagde hun mens hun prøvede at fange hans blik. Hendes sølvgrå øjne var igen flydende som sølv, som en nattehimmel med tusinde stjerner.
"Lad mig hjælpe dig.. jo hurtigere du kommer videre jo hurtigere kan du hjælpe andre igen.." sagde hun bedende. Hun kunne ikke gøre det om, gøre ham menneskelig... men hun kunne holde blodtørsten væk.. ikke?

He felt so bad for her, growing up with the violence she did, no one should get used to it, that only leads one way. He knew he would need blood to get rid of the pain, but hearing her say it made him realize how serious it was, it made him conflicted. Someone had to suffer for him to get blood, there was no way around that, but if he didn't get any blood, he would only get worse, and he would not be able to help Lucile..

As she walked back to him, he followed her with his eyes, his breathing was irregular as she crouched down beside him, telling him of an alternative. So she would suffer to feed him, at least it would be donated but still, it didn't feel right. "i can't ask that of you..." His voice was faint and uneven. he looks away from her, feeling guilt because he did want it, he was feeling the need to consume something, and when she offered he wanted to say yes, but it felt so wrong. His eyes slowly make their way back to her silver ones as he hears how much she wants to help him. The pain was bad and she had told him it would get worse, and it sounded so good with just a little bit more, just enough to keep him going, so he gave in. "How would it happen?..." He says with a guilt ridden voice, he couldn't even look her in the eyes as he asked it.

Hun hadede at lyve for ham - men han ville få brug for blodet og han ville ikke selv tage imod det..
''Lige nu kan du bede mig om næsten alt, det lover jeg dig.'' Sagde hun med et lille blidt smil. Et moderligt smil. Allerede nu kunne hun mærke hvordan han mindede hende om 'ham'. Hun talte ikke om 'ham' særlig ofte mere, hun havde lagt det mere eller mindre bag sig. Men hvis Nicholas nogensinde ville spørge, så skulle han naturligvis få svar.
Han spurgte hvordan det ville foregå. Hun tænkte sig kort om, men valgte så at komme med en lille hvid løgn. Bare indtil han var frisk nok til at klare sig selv igen.
''Jeg får Carson til at hjælpe mig med at dræne blodet til dig. Du kan ikke drikke direkte før du har fået hugtænder..'' sagde hun med et lille smil, for ikke at virke for nervøs over sin egen løgn.
''Bare rolig, det er ikke et problem for mig - og det burde ikke være et problem for dig..'' sagde hun roligt, inden hun rejste sig. Hun gik hen og hev i en snor og en klokke ringede. Et halv minuts tid efter dukkede Carson op. Hun nikkede kort mod døren og forlod værelset sammen med ham.
Fem minutter senere kom hun tilbage til værelset med et glas med blod. Hun gik hen og satte det på natbordet, og så kort undskyldende på ham.

The way she treated him, it was not what he expected when he first woke up, she was so nice to him, so understanding and open, as stupid as it might sound, he felt safe with her.. As she told him to ask her anything it made him think and he wanted to ask her a lot of questions, but he didn't want to pester her right now, he wasn't really in the best state at the moment either, so he would save it for another time.
When she explained how it would be it made him feel bad again, draining herself to feed him, it wasn't a pleasant thought... but apparently it was the only way until he got his fangs, which also felt so unreal, he couldn't even imagine how that would feel. Her telling him that it was not a problem for her made the situation better. But as she went out with Carson he had some time for himself, and he started twist around in the bed, impossible to shake the slight pain that he had at the moment. As soon as she came back he laid still again, not wanting to give off any vibes that he was struggling, even if she knew exactly how it was. When she put the glass on the table he reached out and held her arm as he looked at her "I really appreciate everything you are doing for me, even if i don't show it.." He says with a faint voice, letting go of her arm after and leaning back into bed, he really wanted to drink it, but he waits for when he is alone. The thought of drinking someones blood felt so wrong to him, especially if the person it came from were in the room, but he did have to drink it to survive and get home so he could get to Lucile.

HUn havde det dårligt med at lyve over en mand som hun uden tvivl ville se en del mere til i fremtiden. Men hun så ingen udvej, ikke lige nu. Hun havde forbrudt sig mod det som hun uden tvivl havde forbudt sig selv for mange år siden: hun skulle aldrig forvandle nogen. Ikke efter det der skete dengang med Nicolas. Hun var forelsket i ham, i en lang periode. Men hun kunne ikke tillade sig at tænke på ham mere - han havde fundet ægte kærlighed i hendes søster, og det var det bedste for begge to. Nephthys skulle ikke elske - det lå ikke i hendes kort. Dem hun elskede, gengældte ikke hendes følelser, og hvis de gjorde så var det på et andet plan end hendes egne.
''En ting er du nødt til at forstå omkring mig, Nicholas. Jeg kender alle dine tanker, dine hemmeligheder. Du kan sjældent gemme ting fra mig. Lucile, derimod, har jeg ingen interesse i at blande mig i. Udover... Vi to skal lige tale om hvad jeg kan gøre for at hjælpe jer. Jeg er forpligtiget til at hjælpe jer lidt, ikke officielt men privat. Jeg føler at i fortjener det mere end almindeligt meget. Men, når du engang har fået lidt kræfter, så kom ned i opholdsstuen lige nedenunder. Så ser vi på tingene, okay?'' Sagde hun med et smil, velvidende at hun allerede nu blandede sig for meget - men hun følte det mere end almindeligt nødvendigt.
Hun smilede til ham, og forlod soveværelset så han kunne drikke i fred. HUn ville ikke fortælle ham det før han havde fået smagen for blod - men det var rent shapeshifterblod han havde fået i glasset. Hun regnede med at det var friskt nok til at hjælpe ham lidt - for hendes eget var uden tvivl ikke brugbart.
Hun gik ned i opholdsstuen, og bad Carson komme med papir og pen - hun havde behov for at inviterer et gammelt bekendtskab.