Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Feb 18, 2009 18:59:07 GMT 1
Dacian laughed though there was no mirth in it. “If you’re that desperate to die, then just keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll not even try and help you soon enough. I’m sure Vivian will do you the honours if she didn’t have me to feed her every night. Hell, why don’t you just go stand in the Forbidden Forest and take some raw meat with you. There are plenty of beasties in there that will appreciate a good meal. But if you want me to be the one to kill you, you’ll die of old age before that happens.” While killing Edward would be satisfying, it would spoil more things than it would fix. Cassie for one.
He paced a little, side to side so he came no closer to Edward, not while he had that cross. “You think my visits are enough to teach Vivian everything she needs to know? Eternity is a long time, there is a lot she needs to know before she’s ready to face it alone.” He looked to Vivian for the first time since Edward had revealed the crucifix. His skin itched from looking away from the potential danger, but he managed to hold a steady stare on his ‘adopted’ daughter. “I know you didn’t ask for this, Vivian. But I couldn’t have exactly gotten your permission beforehand. It was all I could do, alright? All I could do to help you.” His voice was quite and almost tender. Turning Vivian had been an easy, selfish, decision at the time. Only when he realised all the consequences did he regret it.
The vampire’s expression hardened then and he bent to pick up the lollypop. “If you let her get hurt, Edward, I’ll hold it over your head. You have immunity from me right now, but I will be killing you if anything happens to Vivian while she’s in your care.” He said to the young male before turning back to Vivian. “Believe what you must. You are safest with me.” He sniffed at the sweet again and pulled a face. What rubbish was this? Artificial trash. He shoved the blood-scented sweet into a pocket so he could examine it later.
He should leave but he was unwilling to do so. Vivian still needed feeding tonight, and whatever sickly mortal ‘treats’ were scattered all over the floor, they would not help her. Only real blood would satiate her, and so far only he could provide it. He would have to teach her how to hunt her own food, let her taste real human blood. His own was a poor substitute for the long run.
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