[OPEN] A game of tag

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine barked out a laugh as she tried to get her eyes to focus. "Trust me, I know normal, and normal does not do this." She was in a rather bad position though. What happened now? She could not drain him, and it wan't like she had the power to anyway. This feeding was supposed to bring her back up to normal, and now she was worse off than before. She tried to back up and tripped, falling on her ass. She snarled up at him from the ground, "I'm not sure what you are, but it is not human boy!"

[tybalt rogue maychester]

"Don't be all pissed at me!" He snapped, getting dizzily to his feet. "You're the one who decided to drink my effin' blood, do something about this goddamn bite yeah?" He hauled her up, slamming the trailer door behind him as he stumbled to the truck.

He shoved her in, starting it up. "You're gonna fucking eat then tell me what the helm this is all about."

[lilliane sinclair evans]

"Screw you!" She tried to stand to leave, but there was no chance of that. When Tybalt grabbed her she gripped his wrist, trying to pry him off. "Let go of me!" She was smearing his own blood across his forearm in her struggle, and could only imagine what someone would assume if they came upon them.

She collapsed into the seat of the truck when he pushed her in. Her only though was 'now what?' His next comment made her turn her head to gaze up at him. She had not bothered to sit up, it was easier to just lay here. "What do you mean?"

[tybalt rogue maychester]

"I mean you're going to fucking find someone to drink from and then tell me what the hell you mean by all of this!"

His hands shook as he took the wheel, but he was too prideful to admit that he was scared.
The truck engine rumbled to life and he pulled out, a silence falling over him while he drove until he spotted someone walking fown the road, gradually slowed the truck to a srop. "Maybe this one's actually human," He muttered.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine pulled herself up with the help of the door handle. She would have laughed at the sight she made if she was not in such pain. Once the truck slowed to a stop she opened the door and slid out. Honestly, there was no need to worry about him leaving. He wanted answers and he would probably follow her until he got them. What had she gotten herself into?

Shambling up the street she put on yet another act. It was a woman coming her way, which would have to do. She preferred men, but beggars could not be choosers. Letting a sob escape her raw throat she looked up at the woman and held out her bloody arms, "help me, please." As if on cue the stranger cam running straight towards her, towards her death. The woman never stood a chance as Laine wrapped her arms around her and tore into her throat. The human struggled feebly, but it was all in vain. Within minutes the woman was dead, and Laine felt life flowing through her.

After a split second decision she picked the body up nd carried it back to the waiting truck. When she got in she gave her address, ending with the command to drive.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tubaltnchewed on his lip some as she leftthe truck, watching her in silence while she tricjed the woman close, realizing tjat was all he had been to her as well.

He lowered his gaze while she fed, brought the body over, and told her there was a tarp in the back.
At her directions he pulled out, fingers tapping on the wheel. Finally he sighed, reaching over abd turning ul the radio.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine dumped the corpse in the bed of the truck and covered it with the tarp Tybalt had mentioned. When she returned to the cab to sit next to him she said nothing. The ride to her house was made in silence, because really, what could she say? She tried a few times to speak, but no words would come. He had seen her feed, seen the monster she became. Nothing would erase that.

Unconsciously she rubbed the concave spot on her wrist, remembering how she had reacted when her master had fed on her family. It had scared her, and that she was next made her freeze, panic. She could imagine how Tybalt was feeling. When they arrived at her house she checked to make sure the street was clear before exiting and retrieving the body.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt remained utterly silent, eyes fixed on the road, not even focused on the music despite himself, knowing this was honestly his one choice, afraid that if he opened his mouth or acted out he would be killed.

He may not have been leading the best life, had made mistakes and was paying for them, he may have been cynical and rude to everybody he met, but it didn't mean he wanted to die. He made it my in life as much as the next guy, had a daughter he loved even if it had all been a mistake. He refused to lose that, refused to go out without a fight.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She hefted the body over her shoulder, as one would a sack. Her strength had returned with the fresh <i>human</i> blood. She began to walk towards the garage, pausing when Tybalt did not exit the cab. "Get out." Her voice was flat, emotionless, as were here eyes. After feeding they turned black, and would not return to normal for a few hours. Her body was on autopilot as she entered the code for the garage and stood back as the door slid open. "Let's go."

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt scowled, getting out slowly and pocketing his keys. He fallowed her, trying to keep his eyes off the body, couldn't. Absently he rubbed at his own scabbed throat, blood was still caked on his neck, smeared over his arm.

He followed her inside, hesitant.