#thread: loveday

“Ah, there you are.”

Admittedly, the hunter put up a fight. She’d expected no less given her lineage--no sister of Antoinette Roberts would go gently, and it would have been an incredibly boring evening if she’d proven Loveday otherwise. Getting her to consume the blood before she passed was another challenge, one made more difficult by the trace of vervain in the hunter’s veins. Even now she could smell it on the residual blood on her hands and clothes. Now that she was awakening for the first time in a sort of half-life, she was excited to see how she might convince her to complete the transformation.

“I gave you your heart back, if you’re wondering,” she said nonchalantly as she began to rifle through the oversized purse set at her side. A moment later she produced a flask, this one filled with blood rather than liquor, and placed it on the floorboards of the gazebo between herself and Evette. “And you’re hungry, I’ll assume.”

He did say it was open season once things were back to normal, didn’t he? Or that’s what he meant, she reasoned. The two days spent as a mortal were a miserable reminder of how small she felt, and memories once thought purged from existence bubbled to the surface and settled there uncomfortably, ending only when a death of pain and delirium dragged her under again. She awoke ravenous and angry--nothing unmanageable, but certainly annoying given the heightened sense of vigilance on the island following Zelimir’s threats. Joey’s was therefore not a destination but rather a convenience. The lateness of the hour meant the diner was sparsely occupied, and it took the vampire no time to carve her way through the skeleton crew that manned the restaurant and the pair of drunk diners in the lobby. She was idling behind the counter when the bell on the door sounded, drawing her attention. With an impish curl of a grin, she dragged her fingertips across her collarbone, tracing tracks in the blood that slicked from her mouth down to her chest.

“I think they’re closed, darling,” she trilled lightly. “Though perhaps I can help you.”