βThis was quite the partyβ¦β Medina hummed as she tossed the heart away as though it were meaningless to her. It probably was. She did not quite enjoy violence, especially not when it involved such gruesome matters. However, she could not exactly allow Nicolas to be torn to shreds. She was not entirely sure what had transpired here before her intervention, but for now, she did not feel as though questioning him would give her the desired answers. βHow is it that whenever I find you, I also find you in trouble? First at thatβ¦ curious, for lack of a better word, theater, and now here? Are you trying to place yourself in compromising situations, or are you merely orchestrating them in the hopes that I might come by? It would certainly be a curious way of gathering my full and devoted attention.β She mused softly before tenderly bringing her bloodstained fingers to her lips, gently tasting the blood.
βHe certainly tasted like he was barely five years oldβ¦ which makes me wonder whether we should even bother hiding anything. Perhaps we should focus on leaving instead, as I am not particularly eager to face the wrath of his sire.β
Not to mention the deeply frowned-upon act of vampires destroying other vampires. Although Medina had little trouble doing so if she believed said vampire was too violent or dangerous for their own good, or posed a threat to those she cared for⦠or to the world in general.
βAnd now bloodstained rosesβ¦ how poetic of you. If I did not know any better, I would almost find it romantic. Almost.β A faint smile tugged at her lips. βHowever, as much as I appreciate the creative vision here, I suppose we cannot have this place looking like a crime scene.β With that, she murmured something in an old and forgotten language, the very sound of it enough to suggest that something unnatural was about to happen. A moment later, dark clouds gathered overhead, and rain poured from the heavens, washing the blood from the roses and stone alike.
βExcuse me for the fact that your clothes may now be ruined. Though, rain tends to be far more merciful than blood.β Her gaze drifted briefly toward the corpse hidden amongst the bushes. βUnfortunately, rain will not help us with that bodyβ¦ though that is nothing a quick inferno cannot fix. That is, of course, if you would allow me to help you with this mess.β Her eyes flickered back toward him, thoughtful and wary all at once.
βBut like I mentioned before, that will likely spark an inferno of wrath from whoever sired this poor soul.β
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