I Will Never See The Sky The Same Way [Viv et al]

[Lenora]

he screaming child bothered Lenora. He was a boy for goodness sake. He should take everything within his stride, ”Were you not paying attention to me?” Lenora near growled, ”Run!” she shouted pushing on the boys arm to get him to move in a different direction to the young vampire. Such wasted youth. There were lines drawn in Lenora’s mind to what a vampire should and shouldn’t do. Turning or even killing a child was on the side of ‘Don’t’. You do not eat from a child. Something this girl certainly still was, and was now, destined to be forever.

Being twenty-seven forever wasn’t a bad thing. Losing all her family to a disease nobody seemed to be able to stop, that was. Every child deserved the chance to live. Once they reached adulthood any mistake was their own and if they were dumb enough o be mislead and drunk from, that’s their own problem.

Moving past the male, Lenora made a grab for the raven haired girl and pulled her up the path, ”Obtuse imbecile,” she muttered angrily under her breathe, dragging the, quite obviously, new recruit into the trees. ”Thy manners are inexcusable,” she chastised, ”Are you unaware of any finer?” Stopping under the full cover of foliage, Lenora turned the girl to look at her. This girl was a good six inches taller than her, but it matter not to her. This miscreant would have to put up a good fight to get away from her, ”Who is your sire?” She inquired. If she had been left and had no recollection of who he was then she would over-look any mistakes. Otherwise, said sire would need one hell of an excuse to why his ‘child’ was doing everything wrong.

[Vivian Nazarova]

Vivian was really still in shock and doing a very good imitation of Casey’s crying. She’d been doing that a lot lately. Lenora, it seemed, had no intention of sticking around between two snivelling teenagers and without a word grabbed Vivian’s coat and practically dragged her off. Considering Dacian’s usual finesse it wasn’t something she wasn’t used to, but at least he had the benefit of being taller than her so it didn’t look so peculiar. That and she actually, you know, knew him, so Dacian was allowed to get away with it. Lenora had to put up with shouts and attempted digging-in-of-the-heels which was about as useless as Ann posting in a timely fashion as trying to pet a charging rhino on the head. Where the hell were they going?

When they finally stopped Vivian almost had to backtrack at the way the woman was talking, and the first thing that slipped out of her mouth was a ”Huh?” She was a vampire clear enough, but who was she, where had the come from, why had she intervened? Apparently Vivian wasn’t going to get to ask any of that because Lenora was staging an interrogation of her own. ”He... um... I...” she stuttered, looking down at the smaller blonde woman and realising how utterly pathetic she must be sounding. All she wanted to do was run back hom- ... to the Hog, and not get out from under the sheets for a quarter of the century. She was scared, nervous, disgusted with herself, this was not where she wanted to be and it showed in Vivin's cringing posture. ”Dacian. He’s called Dacian. Who... where?” And right on cue there were the tears threatening to emerge again.

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[Dacian]

On first realising Vivian was gone, Dacian had been frantic and instantly shirking that anger he had built up with Cassie. Now however after following Vivian’s winding trail for longer than he could have thought possible, the anger was beginning to boil again. He knew he shouldn’t be angry at Vivian, and that this was likely a result with the unpleasant conversation (if you could call it that) he’d had with Cassie, but he couldn’t seem to calm. He thought he might be imagining it when he caught the scent of blood on the wind, almost dismissing it as his own personal metaphor.

Then the scent came again, and the anger turned into cold dread. Vivian. He stepped up his pace, slipping on the ice as came to a halt on seeing the source. A boy, his wrist in tatters and on the verge of losing consciousness. Too distracted to find Vivian’s scent in this mess, he strode over to the boy and grabbed his arm by the elbow. Without ceremony, he clamped his own mouth over the wound and pumped it full of sedating saliva.

Trying not to taste the blood, he retreated and inspected the wound of the now unconscious boy. His pulse was still a little thready, but he’d be fine. It wasn’t difficult to recognise the bite as Vivian’s. If the scent hadn’t given her away, the shape of the bite would have. He’d seen it on his own wrist each time he’d fed her. This wound was too deep, and the tearing was worrying. The boy might have bled out without intervention, but the blood was clotting now and the less deep parts of the wound were healing up. Those gashes would probably cause scarring, however. There were only so many miracles vampire spit could work.

Sitting the boy down, he left him on a relatively clear piece of ground so he could make sense of the mess. It took a moment to distinguish the scents littering the area. The first to come was Vivian’s. No surprise there. So far him impression of what had happened was that Vivian had attacked the boy, hungry as she was, but he was impressed that she had managed to tear (literally) herself away. Then he caught another scent that made his lip curl. A second vampire.

After a brief flash on panic that this might be the same vampire who had killed Vivian in the first place, he was relieved to find he did recognise the scent, and he was fairly sure Vivian had come to no harm. Though where she drew the line between child and vampire on Vivian was a little hazy. Figuring the child would be fine enough for a little while before catching his death of cold, Dacian set about finding the trail leading away from the area and jogged after it.

Naturally the trail headed for cover, and Dacian slowed as he came to the edge of the trees. It was doubtful he could sneak up Lenora, so there was no point in trying and potentially annoying her. “Vivian?” He called, somewhat less agitated and more paternal. Ordinarily, Lenora was on his list of vampires to avoid. She wasn’t exactly an immediate danger, but she was unpredictable and certainly capable of ripping his head off if she felt so inclined. Unsure of his reception, Dacian pushed through the first layer of cover and was thankful to see Vivian restrained but as yet unharmed by the small blond.

He had the grace to look chagrined as Lenora started her verbal assault and he held out his hand for Vivian. “Come here.” He muttered under his breath, knowing he’d feel better having Vivian with him rather than Lenora. The older vampire was a bit of a mystery in vampire social circles. She kept to herself, which was odd in itself. Even Dacian occasionally spent time with his own kind. Those that didn’t seem to value their lives called her “Lenny the Loner”. Dacian’d had a few run-ins with the odd creature, though he’d soon realised the little cute blond exterior harboured a beast as ferocious as his own. He kept out of her way, treating her with a morsel of deference. Any vampire who could best him was, in his book, worthy of caution and respect.

[Lenora]

Lenora had been looking at the girl expectantly, having let go of her and looking up at the mess of a teenager. Dacian. She should have bloody known. The idiot was haunting her, wherever she went he appeared or was already there to state that she was following him. Too bad the hunters were on her case, she was always rather successful in getting away from them. "The idiopathic cretin," she mumbled under her breath, getting herself into her eye line.

"Where does he reside?" she enquired, hearing movement behind her, turning, she saw her culprit. The person who had turned his girl, who had killed her. "You!"

She slung off a string of insulting adjectives towards him, ignoring his attempts to approach the girl and check her over. "You barbaric twit!" she finished. Pulling on his arm and turning him to face her, not caring about the height difference between them. In theory he could squash her like a bug, but he wouldn't try it, "Did I teach you nothing?" she demanded. crossing her arms across her chest in an attempt to make herself seem more domineering.

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[Dacian]

As the typical verbal assault hit him, it took a moment to understand what she was talking about. The old language was not often heard these days, but Lenora stubbornly held onto it. Vampires were habitual beings, but Lenora had that trait in bucket loads. Dacian found him self ready to look down his nose at her. Her foul mouth was that of a peasant, and although she was older, it was easy to slip back into those noble prejudices. He kept his leer to himself, though, and endured the battering. What was a hell-hated swag-bellied moldwarp anyway? And what exactly was he supposedly doing to a pig?

Sighing, Dacian shook his head, resisting the urge to jerk away as she grabbed for him. He should have. Her dainty but incredibly firm hand closed on the crucifix wound and he hissed in pain, trying in vain to reclaim his arm. “Damn it, woman!” He snapped, “Let me go – you’re jumping to conclusions again!” He gestured sharply for Vivian to move behind him. “It was that or leave her to die. Which would you prefer me to do?” Little Lenora was an utterly infuriating woman, and the worst of it was, he was powerless to ignore her or even evade her. She could kill him if she put her mind to it, so it was imperative that she did not.

“She was already beyond hope when I found her – another vampire attacked her – I could have let her die, would that appease you?” He grumbled, taking back his arm as she dropped it to cross her arms and held it stiffly out of view, hoping the throbbing would stop soon. “I suppose its easy for you to call me a child-killer, isn’t it? I have some standards you know.”

[Lenora]

”Pray tell me, when have I ever jumped to conclusions in your abhorrent presence before?” Lenora shot back at him. He thought he stood on such a higher ground than her, what a joke, ”Get her to a hospital perhaps? They can give them blood these days you old-fashioned ignoramus! Perhaps if you used that grain you called a brain you might have realised that!” she noticed Dacian push the girl behind him. Imbecile.

Lenora growled, ”No, it would not appease me, you unmuzzled scut. But there are better alternatives that could have been taken. Though I see you would rather appease your own desires than actually think about it with your head,” she looked around him at the girl, simpering and somewhat pathetic, ”Though you have always seemed incapable of doing that,” she finished her rant and glared up at the younger man, ”Bleeding puttock,” she grumbled under her breathe.

”You appear to have this all under control. I’m sure there are some bigger whey-faced idiots out there than you,” she pretended to consider her statement for a second, looking Dacian up and down, ”Then again,” she smirked and turned away from him. If he didn’t want her help then there was little point her still being there. She was hungry, and she could hardly feast on either of the pair she was leaving behind.