[OPEN] A game of tag

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Once he entered the garage behind her she closed the garage door and flicked on the light. She made her way to a large freezer and opened it before unceremoniously dumping the body inside. With her crime hidden she entered the main house, leaving the door open for Tybalt to follow. Laine kicked off her shoes and began to undress, dropping the ruined blood-stained clothing in her wake.

She entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet to the sink. While the water warmed up she pulled her hair into a ponytail and crouched down to rummage under the sink. Finding what she was looking for she summoned Tybalt.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt stepped into the house, closing the door behind him and looking around warily a moment while she did whatever. He slipped out of dirty shoes, taking the time to actually remove the boiker gloves and pocket them.

She motioned for him to come to the bathroom and he did so, unsure and hesitant of himself now, the reality of things finally crashing around him. Hard.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She looked over her shoulder as he entered the bathroom, taking note of his injury. Before turning back to the sink she pointed the the toilet, intending for him to sit. It didn't seem to phase her that she was standing in her underwear as she started to wash the dry, flaking blood from her arms. If she was going to bandage him up, she needed to clean herself up first.

Taking a washcloth she dipped it into the stream of warm wather and wrung it out. "This may hurt a bit," she admitted as she approached Tybalt with it.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt shrugged. "Think I can handle it," He muttered, considering what he had already gone through. Nothing but hesitance and slight hostility towards her, it would take him a bit to get over the idea that she had completely played him just to kill him. But it hadn't worked, so.

He cocked his head to the side some for her, closed his eyes.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She gently scrubbed the drying blood from her neck, trying not to touch the ragged wound she had left. There were no words for her to say, nothing she could do, to make this better.She didn't meet his eyes as she worked, kept her focus on his neck. Once most of the blood was cleaned up she opened the first aid kit to retrieve the gauze and bandages. She lay a thick gauze pad over his neck and began to wrap his entire neck with the bandage. Unfortunately, he would have a scar from this.

Surveying her handywork as she stood she nodded her approval. "It should heal without a problem." Turning quickly she left the bathroom, leaving the bloody mess to deal with later.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

"Guess so," He murmured, touching at the area tenderly. She was leaving the bathroom. He stood, stepping carefully after her. "You gotta explain something to me though. Aside from the fact that you're a fucking vampire and my view on the world changed hella, how am I not human? My parents are." He made and angry, confused gesture, didn't quite know how to cope.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine had walked into the kitchen and was pouring water into the kettle for tea. She listened to Tybalt as she moved about, wondering how much she should tell him. Should she reveal that almost everyone in this town were not what they seemed? No, that was not her place. If he asked, she would just tell him to be wary.

Putting the kettle on the stove she turned to him. "Obviously not. I have drained my fair share of humans in my life, and never have I reacted like that. Your blood is different, toxic, if you will." Probably should not tell him it had almost killed her. Weaknesses were to be hidden away. "i don't know what you are Tybalt."

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt worked his jaw, annoyed. Toxic to her? What the fuck was he? He stared down at his human complexion, itching to call his mom right now and bitch her out. So..was one of them something? Or had one of them lied to him, wasn't his parent...?
'They lied to you Tybalt...the secret is both within and without.'

He blinked, shaking his head before running his hand through his hair. "I'm fucking losing it," He groaned.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Lilliane looked at him with dark blue eyes, something akin to sorrow lighting them up. It must be hard, to be hit with so much so quickly. As he mulled it over she gathered two mugs and a teabag for each. Once she set them down on the table she seemed to remember that she was, for the most part, naked. Looking around she spotted an old cotton button-down. She pulled it over her head quickly, the large size of it covering all of her with no problem.

Once the kettle began to whistle she filled the cups and carried them to the table. As she sat she took a sip, looking at the young man over the steaming rim. "I am sorry Tybalt."

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt gazed up at her through his fingers, shook his head mutely before sighing out breathily and getting to his feet again from where he had sank down to the ground.
'Remember the mall Tybalt? There's an answer there with a fellow like you.'
Tybalt wanted to beat himself over the head with a frying pan.
Vouces now? What the hell?!