Woops - Nicholas

Place: Nicholas' residence.
Time: Present time, mid April, 1161.
Time a day: Late evening after sundown.
Surroundings: Nicholas' study.
Weather: Not a single cloud in the sky.
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The nights since he came home were busy and as stressful as ever, constantly something happening, while the days were like his prison time, condemned to stay indoors. There had to be a way to be able to tolerate the sun, he had heard stories of those who could a long time ago, they couldn't have just been purely made up could they? If he could find out the reasoning why his body could not handle the sun, maybe he could find a way to fix it, there had to be an anatomically way of fixing it he could figure out. It would require a lot of testing and there was no way he was putting other people through that pain, and besides, he would need a vampire.

The sun hat set so it was time to head out, get stuff he would need, he had made sure his closest suppliers knew that he could only go out at night so they would leave dead drops for him to pick up. That was the one upside to Lucile not being here, to see what he was going to put himself through. After checking what he had in the lab, making sure he could actually come up with something when he had the supplies he went up to the living room and check some cabinets for a syringe that was supposed to be there. Just as he found the right place he picked it up to see the content, but as soon as he takes a look the door busts open and he sees someone shuffling over to the studies desk. He quickly puts the syringe back before slowly walking over to her, she was familiar, and by the looks of it she was hurt, if that wasn't someone else's blood of course, but then why would she come her if she didn't need stitching up?

The place was not really lit up as it used to be, after the transformation he had come to prefer the dark more, helped him concentrate. Then he noticed the hair, it was a familiar red hair under the blood, was it really her? He tilts his head as he approaches her. "Moon.. is that you?.." He says in a cautious voice. As soon as she turned towards him he sees the shift in behavior, like she was trying to hide the fact that she was breaking down from something, whether she was wounded or something had happened. But when the hair gets moved from her face he sees that it's really her, it was Moon, after all this time. He moved faster towards her. "Yeah of course, anything" He says with a serious and relieved tone. She was alright, after everything, he had been worried about her, even looked for her but to no avail. He listened to what she said, how she had killed people and how tired she was of it, the first thing that came to mind was the thing that took over her but there was no certainty that it was the reason she killed. Either way he didn't care that she had killed, not right now, neither had he forgotten what she was going to do last time they spoke, that did not matter either right now, she was alright, that was all that mattered right now. When he gets withing range he wraps his arms around her and hugs her tightly, like he was afraid she'd die if he let go. There were times he even came to that conclusion, she was a sister to him after all. "I'm so glad you're alright" He said with a relived and happy tone as his head was on he shoulder. She was clearly not alright, but she was alive and uninjured, the mind sounded like it was a mess, but that was fixable.

After some time he lets go of her and takes a few steps away to look at her, then walks over to the sofa and gestures her to sit down seeing as she looked exhausted. "Come sit, tell me everything, what happened?" He said with a more serious tone as the information was starting to sink in.

When she sat down he threw some logs in the fireplace and light it on fire, none of them could really feel cold but it also brought some light and seeing as she didn't have the same eyes he had it was probably a bit better for her. Besides, a nice fire was always nice to have, if not for the warmth but just its therapeutic movement and sounds. Then as as she started to talk he walked over and sat down next to her, looking at the floor in front of her as he heard her out. At the end he noticed the hand print she was talking about, making it more real and visible in his head. The way she told him it sounded like that time way back at the camp, where she lost full control and seemed to become mad. Could this be the same? She did have a very traumatic event happen just as she left, and seeing as she fed on negative emotions that had to be the case.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and looks at her. "It's not you killing them, it's that thing, that took over you before. Sounds like a defense mechanism, taking over if something is too much to handle. That's what it sounds like at least. My point is that you are not responsible for what happens during those times, because its not you doing it." His voice has concern but also an almost cheerful tone, most likely because it was so good to see her again, she was family after all, and in times like these that was good to have close. He could see how much she was struggling, it showed on her behavior and shaking, so his hand went to her back and started stroking it, trying to comfort her.
But as soon as she mentioned Lucile his hand stopped and he moved it off her, placing it on the edge of the sofa while staring in to the fire a bit. His heart was aching, something he had hoped would stop now that it was dead, but apparently there was no upsides to having it so. "I don't know.." His voice was almost monotone, trying to mask his feelings. After everything that happened, after everything he put her through, and it was for nothing.. it made things worse than they were before, like usual when he tried helping her. When she mentioned the baby it was already in his head, she had started his worried again, his train of thoughts that had gone in circles many times already, leading nowhere. "I.. I don't know..." His voice was starting to tremble as it was getting harder to stay in control. As he feels his eyes get watery he stands back up before a tear rolls down, he walks to the fireplace and leans on the top part of it, looking down at the light that comes out.

He didn't want to think about this again, not because he didn't care, because he did, he did more than anything. But it never lead anywhere, he had looked, everywhere. There was nothing he could do but wait, and he hated it, that's why he tried to keep busy, avoiding to think about it the best he could. That's the only thing he could do to keep a busy mind, morphine wouldn't be the same as before now that he was dead, not that he would use it anyway because of what he promised. The only thing he could do was stay alive and try to be as ready as he could for when he had any information.
As she started to panic he turned around and looked at her with a worried expression, wondering what she was talking about. "What? What is it?" He said in a clearly worried voice. But when she mentioned Ramsay and the torture he remembered that it was the last thing they spoke of, how they would stop him. What a joke. His expression faded away again into nothingness as he turned around toward the fire again. "No he won't... not yet, he's having too much fun already.." He said in a emotionless tone. He let out a big sigh before continuing. " He already got her, not long after you left, and he had plenty of time to get her as well seeing as i was attacked and turned into.. this.. leaving me unable to do shit for a week. I went after her as soon as i could with some help, i should have gone sooner.. He removed her memories, she doesn't know any of us anymore.." He voice was getting conflicted between sadness and anger, but it was only getting worse. "Instead of keeping her safe and helping he recover her memories.. he went after him through Josette, and i got the wrong fifty percent. I..." He was about to tell her about how he lost his humanity for good, but that was his problem, not hers. "She had found Lucile before i got to her and apparently they are best friends now... So you see, they are having their fun, so there is no reason to split Lucile up just yet.." His voice was getting more on the angry side, most at himself for letting it happen, but also at the psycho couple for doing it.
This entire time he had been staring into the fire as he spoke, almost forgetting that Moon was there listening to him. But what could he say, there wasn't anything they could do, not in his mind, he had already tried thinking of everything and there was no solution, especially when he was jailed half the time. "I've put out word I'm looking for her, not that I'm expecting any answers.." His voice was pretty much hopeless, and it saddened him that he had to dump all of this on Moon, she deserved to know, but she didn't deserve to have all the worries that came with it..