The blood on which we dine

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Saoirse had been staying here and there, used to the posh life with little to no consequence to what her actions may have caused. Her dresses had been ruined, but she'd always managed to convince someone that they needed to help her and afterwards she had killed them. Erebus was nowhere in sight and the vampire had gotten quite lonely in her ventures, her mind reeling from the fact that again she had been ditched and dumped for someone else. Clara, where are you? She had long given up her search, but it seemed that she at least still yearned for the company or something or someone. That had brought her to the coven, back again in search for the boy named Alex. He was in here somewhere, she could smell him still; that wretched little beast. No. Calm. Yes. Calm. Smoothing out her dress, Saoirse walked barefoot into the main room, her feet leaving bloody stains from walking in the sun and having the soles practically melt off.

Large, chocolate colored doe shaped eyes adjusted to the dimness of the inside. She stood, a solitary figure dressed in white with bare shoulders and head tilted up; sniffing at the room. It was very dog-like of her to savor all of the scents first before moving along as she caught the trace of blood. This made her gums ache and her palate to become dry from the sudden thirst that made her throat feel like sandpaper. Saoirse moved through the kitchen, leaving more bloody tracks though the amount of blood diminished with her walk. There she found a door to the drink cellar, just past a majestic dining room and more empty places. Going down, Saoirse flicked the light overhead on and stared at the refrigerators and the wine racks. Immediately and with unnatural speed and strength, she ripped the door right off and sent it crashing against the wall behind her. Salivating like a dog who has spotted a piece of steak, Saoirse grabbed bags of blood and pilled them on the floor, sinking down into her knees and tearing into them. The sun had caused her skin to burn and drained her energy, she'd been in such agony that her body had shut down its nervous system to give her momentary reprieve.

She drank bag after bag, tears streaming down her dirt covered face as she hiccupped and drank her way through the storage supplies of only one of the many refrigerators. "Erebus... Where are you?" Why had he not come looking for her?

[Daton]

Erebus had been on young Daton's mind a lot these days. He knew the old guy very well, seeing as he had always kept an eye on the young human seer. He didn't know where Erebus had gone, nor did he know if he would come back.... it just didn't add up to him, which confused and to a lesser degree annoyed him.

His keen ears heard movement in the drinks cellar, nothing new there, after all it was the place the drinks were held and it seemed everyone besides him enjoyed a drink. He didn't know who was down there.... but he went down anyway, his bare feet making the smallest of sounds of the stairs as the blind one slowly and safely took each step, only to hear what was said. A sigh left him as he pulled up his hood. "I'm sure Erebus will be back soon" He said before walking in to view, almost looking like a monk with his shabby robes. "Some times he forgets to keep track of time..... why do I smell blood everywhere?"

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Saoirse's ears had caught the soft sound of rustling and she had paused for but a brief moment from her feeding to listen more carefully; wiping the blood off her mouth with the back of her hand before turning back to what she had been doing and ripping the tube out of another blood bag. She tossed the emptied ones callously over her shoulder and the spray of what was left splattered against the walls. The hunger was still ravaging her insides, like a fire in the pit of her belly. The skin peeled off her face and fell to ash along the ground, her skirts rustled as she gained her feet and turned to stare at the man that had come down. It would be no use to bare her fangs at him, he didn't look like he was much of a threat and given the way he wore something over his eyes Saoirse doubted that he could see.



"Do you know Ery-poo? He's not been back since he met Alex. Treats me like I'm disposable, even though I ruined my pretty red dress!" Saoirse was beside the man in a flash, her feet bringing her to him with a single step and rising on the tips of her toes, she sniffed at his neck. "I was hungry... but there wasn't enough blood. You smell delicious... Are you blind? Hey.... do you know how to get Erebus?" The girl's coherency was kind of all over the place, she hopped from one subject to another in an instant and then seemed to bounce back to the previous one, only to move onto the next one in the blink of an eye.  "Can I stay here? Maybe have just a nibble.... since I'm soooo hungry..." One long fingernail reached out to touch at the man's neck, tongue already sweeping across her lips as she savored what this scrumptious little man would taste like. Imagination was half the pleasure after all. But the real thing.... that was the prize. 

[Darcassan]

Stood in silence, watching the interaction between the two, he knew Dalton but the female was new to him, he was not to sure how much Dalton would enjoy being thought of as food, the woman seemed to mention a name, one he recalled long since passed, this got him curious, he was not aware Erebus had returned to the coven, which meant he would very much wish a catch up with the man to see how he was doing. The strong scent of blood had caught his attention, a frown crossed his lips at the sight and mess. He was not to fond of people who made such a mess more so in a place like this.

"I don't think it wise to stray the path you are on miss, he is not food and by the look of this mess, you have little respect for another's dwelling, this place is welcoming but not a place to make such a mess" His tone firm yet calm and collected, it took a long time for one to unsettle the likes of him, he knew Ajax's take on the mess would not be a pleasant one, he'd rather not bother them with such trivial matters as this, for now remaining resting against the wall with his arms folded over the elvin like armor.

[Daton]

It was true that he wasn't food, if only because he was too valuable alive thanks to him being a seer, and taking him by surprise was often impossible for the same reason. Grabbing the female's hand before her finger made contact with his neck with a fluid motion one would come ot expect from him before gently pushing it back to the woman. His hands were covered in leather gloves.

"I don't like being touched" He said quietly as he let go of her hand and slowly began to make his way back up the stairs, not commenting further, pretty clear to anyone who knew him that he just saw flashes of Saoirse's past. Not something he liked to see form anyone, it wasn't his past and it was painful to his empty eye sockets. "Excuse me..." He said quietly to Darcassan, moving his hod back over to his head.