1x1 Choco & S o l a c e

[t i r e d.]

(It's fine c:)

Leita gasped as she felt the fangs slide beneath her skin. She had felt young when he set her in the box, but she felt even younger now, like she was a child being chastised for annoying her parents. Then again, to him she was a child. Her hand had flown up when he first pressed his teeth against her neck, but instead of hitting him like her instincts had screamed, she had merely pressed her small hand into his chest. She made a fist with it now, dragging the fabric of his shirt between her fingers. She would have scratched anyone else, but he'd just walked across glass for christ's sake. The same glass that was probably stained with her blood now. She was holding her breath again, but she didn't notice until her the attic in front of her open eyes began to swim. She took a deep breath, but the room was still moving in weird ways, and black dots began to creep up. Realizing what was happening, she groaned before falling further into the box, her eyes sliding shut as she lost consciousness.

[Choco]

Kerith continued to drink for a few moments more, before he slid his fangs out and licked the wound to get rid of any blood left on her neck. He then stood up and stretched, licking his lips. He couldn't help but smile faintly now that he was full, his eyes slowly turning back to their normal colour. He looked down at her, debating whether he had drunk too much blood. He shrugged to himself and leaned in, lifting her up into a cradling position. He walked out of the attic, going into her room and gently putting her down onto his bed. He left then returned a whole later with a bandage and a bandaid. He quickly made sure there was no glass in her foot before wrapping the bandage around it and putting a bandaid over her finger as well. He then tucked her in like he would to a young child, covering her with the blanket before leaving the room and going back upstairs to the attic to continue cleaning up.

(Timeskip until she wakes up?)

[t i r e d.]

(Sounds good.)

Her foot hurt. That was the first thing she thought as she woke up. At first she couldn't remember why, but then her memories came back to her in pieces. She laid for a few moments, the blanket tucked around her before she raised her hair to touch her wound. But she didn't reach for her foot, that didn't interest her, she reached for her neck. It was tender, but it didn't hurt that much. Not bad enough to keep her in bed. Of course, once she had stood and taken a single step, she realized that her foot might be enough to keep her there. It felt like glass shards were still in there, although she was almost positive there weren't. She hobbled back down the hallway, sighing at the stairs she had to climb. They didn't stop her either though, and she ascended back to the attic. "Does vegetarian blood taste the same as the blood of someone that eats meat?" She asked as she walked through the doorway.

[Choco]

Kerith shook his head, looking around the attic. He had cleaned up everything that had been on the floor and put it all in a huge box that was by the door, waiting to be thrown out. Now he had to organize the rest of it. "No, it tastes different." He said, looking over at her. "Why did you do that? To get my attention?" He shook his head, lifting up a chair and moving it to the opposite side of the room, where he had put most of the furniture that was clean and ready to be used. "If you want anything from this room, just take it." He told her, since he didn't need most of the stuff in here. "What I don't need, I want you to help me sell on eBay." He wasn't too sure as to how to use that site, but he was sure that the girl would. He wanted some more money anyway. He straightened up, looking around the room.

[t i r e d.]

The small girl's dark eyes followed Kerith across the room. He was so calm, so practiced, in everything he did that she was going crazy. She'd started reading people when she was little so that she could quickly figure out if anyone was a threat, but all that practice was going to waste on him. At most he seemed agitated, and at the least... well. He seemed dead. Emotion-wise, at least. "That depends on if it worked." She answered. Cliche, but true. She wasn't going to own up to the game if it hadn't. She was halfway tempted to try the same thing again, but losing too much more blood couldn't be good for her."Who are you?" She asked, her dark hair falling across her face.

[Choco]

Kerith looked up at her when she asked him who he was, and he paused to think about it. "A monster. I'm a monster." He said, going back to cleaning. He froze when he opened a book and photos spilled out of it. He crouched down to pick up the photos, biting his lower lip. They were of him and his family. He stood up, staring at the one where he was smiling and holding his younger sister. He hadn't seen these in years, and they brought back plenty of unwanted memories, unwanted emotions. He put the photos back into the book and moved over to Leita, handing her the book. "Go throw that away. Or hide it somewhere so I never have to see it again." He just couldn't bring himself to throw it away himself.

[t i r e d.]

Leita's brow furrowed when he said he was a monster, and it just dug even deeper into her face when he handed her the book. Her fingers smoothed over the cover, but it took her a second before she looked down at it. It seemed like a regular photo album. But maybe it held some key to his past. Something he probably didn't want her to see. She nodded once before turning and heading down the stairs, wincing a little as she placed her weight on her foot. But she didn't throw the book away. Nor did she look at it. She slid it underneath her bed with a promise to herself to keep it there. Instead of going back to the attic though, she sat on the bottom step, her legs stretched in front of her. It seemed pitiful of her to keep running back to him. He had the cleaning under control, she would help him sell the excess stuff later. And if he needed alone time now, she wouldn't deny him it.

[Choco]

Kerith continued to clean up and once he was satisfied it was as clean as it would ever be, he walked down the stairs. He wasn't in a mood bad enough to kick her, so he carefully stepped around her, still confused as to why she had stepped on the glass. "Are you hungry?" He asked her, since they were usually hungry after he drunk a lot of their blood. Then again, he hadn't paid much attention to how much blood he was drinking when he was drinking from her. He decided that he should probably get her some slippers so that she wouldn't step on glass again, or on anything sharp in general.

[t i r e d.]

Leita shrugged, looking up at him to try and gauge his mood. She didn't know why she even tried. "I could eat, I guess. But can I... Can I go outside?" She still wasn't entirely sure why she was here, but she'd be here for awhile. Might as well sit in the sun and enjoy it until she got locked in a cell for bad behavior. "And... will you burn in sunlight?" She was curious. There were tons of myths, but she couldn't exactly look up vampire truths on the internet. "Wait, no. I don't want to go outside. I'm hungry." She wasn't usually indecisive, but if she stayed inside she might get more chances to ask him questions. Her tan might suffer a bit, but it's not like she had much of one to speak of.

[Choco]

Kerith shook his head to that and walked over to the kitchen. "No, I don't burn up in the sunlight. At least, I don't think so. I don't go out in the sun too often." He said with a shrug, opening the fridge and taking out some pasta he had cooked the day before. He took that out, put some onto a plate. "What vegetables do you want? I've got carrots, cucumbers, capsicum.. Couple of others too. Go and have a look. Pick a sauce too." He told her as he out the pasta plate into the microwave, heating it up. He remembered that she didn't eat meat, which is why he hadn't offered any to her.