Its All in the Eyes ~ Vampiric/Human Society

[RoyalInTheDark]

Acelline's eyes widen slightly when he mentions the smell of ancient vampire, the older generation had their own smell of death around them and now she could faintly pick out the smell of the specific vampire on Abel's clothing; Morag Stormson, one of the oldest vampires in existence and Abel's sire. She would have to find him later and have a little chat with the older vampire. "I don't think you hurt Alex, you don't smell of vampire blood. I think it best that you go back to your room and stay there until I can feed you again later; it'll be several hours but we can't risk you being around others in this state." She looks at him, picking out the even fainter trace of Morag in his scent; all fledglings were like that, they pertained the scent of their sire for many years.

Quin sits on the nightstand, looking at the other people in the room. "We need to escape sooner than we thought, Morag will come back and I don't think any of us should be around when it happens." He says, watching for reactions. He listened to Malone for a moment, biting his lower lip with frustration. "She needs something with sugar and a lot of calories in it, that'll help build up her blood supply faster. Then she needs to rest." He mutters, looking at the ceiling.

[Alpha*]

Malone's eyes flit to his face to be sure he's serious. "Its my job." she says simply as she re-opens her eyes. "Gotta do it." her gaze flicks to the kids wondering how to reasure them that it wasnt all that bad as they had just seen. "Can i have a glass of water?" her voice is appologetic and slightly fearful. "Just..just a water.." her eyes close again, shes tiered.

"But listen i Heard him say he'd finnish her! Whats that mean?" Abel shakes his head again, "I didnt get a look at him...for some reason i was buzzed, not real focused... and that smell combo...and i stay with Malone almost always...i'm her hall-guard..." he whispers trying to scrub away his tears, not ashaimed of them, but rather the drool that coats his lips.

[RoyalInTheDark]

Acelline shakes her head, looking at the much younger vampire in front of her. "I can handle the vampire, but you are to go straight to your room and not leave. Morag, the vampire that you heard and smelt, is ancient; several times my own age and he would not hesitate to attack a guard... though I'm not sure he would necessarily attack you... this vampire is the one who sired you and almost killed Malone before. Just let me handle this, I don't want him hurting anyone else." She say, taking a shaky breath to keep from yelling at him. This was a very stressful and delicate situation, she couldn't have a fledgling getting in the way nor could she have him killing anyone.

[xxshadowluvxx]

Alexander: He nodded his head to Quin "I'll try to find something like that, though for now I'll get her water.. She needs to rest up fast so we can get away from Morag.." he said and stood straight. He sighed softly "No Malone.. It's okay, I don't need to feed" he said and turned, going to get the water she wanted.

[Alpha*]

Malone tierely flips back the soaking blanket and curles up on the exposed sheet, pulling up a spare one from the foot of her bed. Her eyes close again, "Dont forget Abel..." she reminds as she begins to drift out again, wondering just how much energy it would take to change into a warmer shirt but instead pulls the blanket up over her shoulders. "See you soon." is all she says.

Abel turns from petrified of hurting his friends to murderious in a second. "I will kill him." he says standing at his own, full hight. "I'll follow your orders here...but you had best take him out." he warns leting himself out with a hiss.

Morag returns to the special room the King pure-blood had given him with a smirk, the young vampire padding at his side.

[RoyalInTheDark]

Acelline slumps slightly her chair when he leaves, covering her face with her hands. She knew this was quickly turning for the worst, but she did need to get rid of Morag; not just for the sake of he guard and his feeder friends, but to protect herself... She and Morag had not been on the best terms last time they'd had a run in two hundred years ago. With this thought in mind, The Lady Fair stood from her chair and grabbed 2 large daggers. Looking at them, she smile ruefully; these knives has been a gift for her 100th birthday, mere days before she had first met Morag. She started walking, heading up the stairs to he room Morag was allowed to use.

[Alpha*]

Morag dumps what is left of the young dirty-blood vampire out of the window with a grin and then wipes his mouth the taist leaving the buzz he is so accustomed too on his toung in his head. He lays back on the king-sized bed, the silken sheets crumpled and the wine-red velvet blankets falling to the floor in dark spills. Abesently he looses his shirt and boots.

Malone watches her chrush leave with half-closed eyes. "Wh-has he mad Quin?" she asks softly. "Was it my fault? It was wasnt it?"

Abel paces his room. He had taken the procaution of having a small fridge-freezer of blood stocked in his room and a guard at his door. His little fridge was was also stocked with foods the kitchen does not hold, fo Mal and Quin. There was a mini kitchen and a microwave as well, something he hardly uses. But today he is heating baggies in the microwave and slurping down the half-warm liquid in three swallows before going for another, and another, yet another. But they are not satisfying the thirst, and his pacing stops when he sits in a hard-backed chare facing the door. Not caring that the get-up of his rooms was wiered. And worrying keeps touching the silver-black hills gold-real gold-and copper locket. It was still warm. His eyes tray to the fridge and cabnet where human foods were stored. A bag of Doritos, some sodas, a large steak, some chocolate...hed been saving it for Mal's birthday, but...it didnt look as though she'd make it. He sips at O+ through a straw.

[xxshadowluvxx]

Alexander: He let out a slow breath as he got Malone her water and himself one as well. He came back over to the weak girl and set the glass on the nightstand "Here.. Drink it when you wish" he said kindly and stood back, glancing at his glass. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metal container filled with pill-like tablets. He plopped on into the water, causing it to slowly turn red, before shoving the container back into his pocket.

[RoyalInTheDark]

Acelline wanders up the stairs, stopping at several doors along the way; listening at each for a moment to be sure no one was around to stop what she was going to do. When she reached the top floor, the floor that the Montclair's and their most special guests stayed on she hid the knives in her boots so the guards wouldn't stop her. She walked confidently, knowing that no one would dare stop her if she looked like she was headed somewhere important. Morag's stench was everywhere, mixed with the other smells of the older Montclair's and the taint of blood; someone had been feeding and it was obviously Morag. She knocked on his door, her hands stuffed inside the pockets of her jeans with casual ease.

Quin shakes his head, looking at Malone. "No, he isn't mad... not at you anyway." He assures her, moving from the side table to the floor next to her bed.

[Alpha*]

Malone watches him nerviously, tieredly. "Alright." she says after a while with a yawn, propped up by her pillows. She reaches out and grabs the cup of water, "Thanks Alex, Quin." she says, for some reason she can guess how much this ordeal has cost them both. She sip her water, wincing when she swallows the liquid. Before half of the cup is gone she sets it aside.

Morag's hair is a dark spill, and stylishly messy, his slate-gray eyes gleam kindly when he opens the door. "Oh hello." he says and pretends to yawn like hed been sleepy. Eye-lids only half-opened. "I was not expecting anyone...perhaps you have the wrong door miss?" he inquires kindly, pretending he doesnt recgnize her.