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theiceweaver · 8 months

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Nolwenn stopped walking when she felt his mind touch hers. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation so she didn't try to push him out. She didn't sense any hostility from him so she stayed where she was.

Her eyes quickly swept over the area before she spotted him. She saw past his body and into his soul. He had a bright and beautiful soul, which meant he didn't go around savagely slaughtering people or torturing them to death. She felt herself relax a little but didn't move closer to him.

I don't have a place to stay. I ran away from him --- Gwenhael --- but I shouldn't have. Ten years ago, he saved me from a strigoi and let me live with him since my parents are dead and I have no idea where my siblings are. I would've stayed with one of them if I knew. He wanted to change me into a pricolici after ten years of periodically giving me his blood. I got scared and left him. I should go back to him and let him change me.

She would've gone to one of her siblings if she actually knew where they were. The youngest of them was five hundred years old and the oldest was over a thousand. She knew their names and what they looked like thanks to her parents sharing their memories of them but she didn't know how to find them. Her parents had lost track of them over the years, and she had to assume her siblings had lost track of each other too.

After hunting in the outskirts, finding the means to sate his hunger in the countryside, the vampire had returned to the quiet hum of the city limits. It was not so often now that he needed to feed, those nights had long since passed in millenia now condemned to history books and stories.

For tonight at least, the act served to colour his complexion and warm the cold marble of his features.

The pain rose in jarring rounds, surrounding her completely as if covered by a heavy shroud and the acrid stench of her burnt flesh hung unpleasantly at his nose. It was an all too familiar scent, and one delivered again and again with the turning of new centuries. He wrinkled his nose against it, regarding her agony from a cautious distance as she stumbled and sobbed her way along the otherwise empty street.

She seemed young to him, but far older for her experience and the ache that seemed to extend beyond her small presence against the buildings which sprawled around her.

He ought to leave her be, he thought to himself, not wishing to meddle should he aid in inviting whatever or whoever had caused her harm to return to their callous work. Yet curiosity and compassion bid him to approach.

Mael reached out, carefully and gently, to probe the edges of her mind to soothe and to warn her of his presence lest his sudden appearance cause her further distress or exacerbate her fear.

‘You have nothing to fear from me, child’ he beseeched silently and as gently as he could muster as he watched her.

‘Why are you out here so alone?’

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theiceweaver · 9 months

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Nolwenn stumbled down the dark street of Ravenna. Moving sent stabs of sharp burning pain through her but she couldn't stop and rest. She had to keep going. She didn't know where, but she couldn't just stay here alone in the streets. She was sick, exhausted, starving, and injured but if she let herself rest in an alley or park, she was sure someone would snatch her and kill her. Ever since she'd been set on fire she had only managed to get a few hours of sleep, just enough to keep her from collapsing.

The clothes she wore concealed most of her injuries. The burns on her face were still visible though. She wore a dark blue long-sleeved linen shirt, a long multi-layered black skirt, and black combat boots. Her original clothes had been burned when the vampire had set her on fire but luckily her bag was only singed and its contents weren't damaged.

Her entire body hurt. Still-healing second-degree burns covered most of her body. It felt like the heat was trapped inside her skin. Blisters covered her red, itching, swollen skin. Both fresh and dried blood and pus covered her skin and clothes.

Pain, fear, and stress radiated from her in thick waves. Tears ran down her face and stung her burned skin. She couldn't stop crying. Her body violently trembled from fear and pain. She felt terrified and hopeless and didn't know what to do. She fantasized about slipping out of her body like it was a heavy coat, leaving behind the sack of meat and bones and letting her soul go wherever it was meant to go.

The burns were only six days old but looked older --- the pricolici and strigoi blood in her body had helped accelerate the healing process but they were still there and still sensitive. The feeling of cloth touching them was unbearable. She fantasized about drinking the healing blood and her burns fading away. She wished she hadn't drunk the bottles of blood so quickly.

I'll go back to Gwenhael. He can heal me. I'll let him give me enough of his blood to change me into a pricolici, she thought to herself. If she hadn't run from him, none of this would've happened. She wouldn't have been attacked by a strigoi who had violently torn her throat out and had only saved her from dying because he'd seen Gwenhael in her memories. She wouldn't have been almost kidnapped by two torturer-rapists. She wouldn't have been lit on fire by a vampire who'd wanted to kill her because she'd known about vampires.

Nolwenn chewed on her lip as she continued walking. If she hadn't been attacked by those two men, she wouldn't have killed them. If she hadn't killed them, they would've continued to torture and kill more people. They'd already done so five times before. Hell, they'd already had a 15 year old girl locked in their house when they'd tried to kidnap her. After she killed them, she went to the house to rescue the girl; thankfully, nothing bad happened to the girl yet when she got there. At least one good thing had come from her running from Gwenhael --- she'd prevented someone from being raped and tortured.

All those many different thoughts swirled and roiled in her mind as she slowly made her way down the street. She was so lost in her pain and thoughts that she didn't notice if any vampire or other nonhuman creature was nearby.

#(u don't have to match. length's mostly for set up)#(have a thing if you want!)#thevampiremael

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